#but it turned out so cute for a rough draft!

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you can just make a fish bag, you dont even need a pattern, you just have to know how fish are shaped

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❥ moth to a flame | toru oikawa

warnings: timeskip! argentina oikawa, fem! reader, ushijimas ex! reader, alcohol consumption, recording, fingering, making out, HEAVY flirtiny/dirty talk, hickeys, rough sex, multiple orgasms, ushijima hate, exhibitionism, degradation, oikawa is a bitch ass motherfucker

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 5.1k

a/n: based off of this post right here, i hope i did it justice. also sorry to all the ushijima girlies out there

❥ song: moth to a flame - the weekend

Oikawa really fucking hated Ushjima. He hated how good he was. He hated how he could easily get his ass handed to him on a silver fucking platter. Not that he would ever admit that, of course. The Great King had too much pride ever actually to acknowledge that someone was better than him at volleyball. He knew that the ace was secretly talking behind his back, telling everybody that it was such a shame that Oikawa never went to Shirtatorizawa. Fucking dick, what the hell did he know? He had a dumb face. Ushijima was only useful for hitting balls into the opposing team's court. It’s no wonder he got drafted onto the Alders, no universities would accept him. Now, did Oikawa actually have any proof that Ushijima was dumb? Well, not exactly. But he didn’t need proof, Oikawa knew that already. He fucking hated Wakatoshi Ushijima and anyone that associated with him, including the ace’s pretty little girlfriend.

You were too pretty to be Ushijima’s girlfriend, way too pretty. There was no way someone like you would ever willingly be seen with him, right? He was probably blackmailing you into going out with him and posing for Volleyball Monthly; that’s how Oikawa found out about your little relationship. “Shiratorizawa’s Power Couple” the magazine title proudly boasted, using a photo of you standing a little too close to Ushijima for Oikawa’s liking. The only reason you were even featured was because you were the captain of Shiratorizawa’s cheer squad. Probably the only fucking good thing to come out of that school was you. You were wasted on Ushijima, no matter how well he could treat you. Oikawa was furious; Ushijima had a cute girlfriend, but he didn’t. It didn’t make any sense, right? Oikawa could have any girl he wanted, yet he chose you, someone he couldn’t have. What a mind-fuck that was. 

Ushijima kept dating you after high school, much to Oikawa’s annoyance. Rumors were circulating that you would marry and give birth to the next great generation of volleyball, but Oikawa stopped caring at that point. He started playing for Argentina and decided (begrudgingly) that it was for the best that he stopped obsessing over that one Shiratorizawa cheerleader. That perfect, pretty, popular, and so fucking sexy cheerleader. Oikawa was content with his new life in Argentina, especially knowing he would never have to see you or Ushijima again. Boy, was he wrong. 

The beach was sunny that day, and it was full of people doing whatever they wanted: making out, poorly playing volleyball, making sandcastles, whatever they wanted. Oikawa considered joining in on an amateur volleyball match, but he shrugged it off. They would probably recognize him, and while he enjoyed his fame, he preferred his female fans to his male ones. He instead opted to do what he did best: lie there and look pretty. His muscles rippled in the bronzing sunlight as he observed how the waves of the ocean danced, how the children laughed, and how the seagulls terrorized innocent picnic-havers. It was the best thing ever…until he got bored and wanted a drink. Something light, something with lime and coconut. He didn’t care what as long as it had those two things. 

The bar was unusually empty, which was great. His fame got him a lot of special treatment, but cutting the line at the beach bar was certainly different from them. He gave the bartender his order and gave him the pesos, turning his back to the employee as his drink got mixed. Oikawa zoned out for the better part of it, not thinking of much until he was snapped out of his thoughts by a feminine voice. 

“Virgin margarita, please,” you spoke so sweetly like honey was falling from your lips. Oikawa snapped his head in your direction, and his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. You, Wakatoshi Ushijima’s girlfriend, were standing a few feet away from him, in the cutest little black bikini he had ever seen. He choked on his saliva, pretending to brush it off as a cough. Fuck, did you notice him? There was no way you didn’t. Whatever, there’s no turning back now. Oikawa plastered his signature smirk onto his handsome features, staring at you through his designer sunglasses.

“Well, if it isn’t Ushijima’s illustrious girlfriend. What brings you to Argentina? Let me guess, he sent you to sign me to the Alders?” his voice was smug, annoyingly smug. 

You groaned and took off your sunglasses, nestling them atop your head. “Okay, you’re so wrong on so many levels,” you placed your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow. “First of all, I’m not his girlfriend anymore. I broke up with Wakatoshi after he got drafted to the Alders, which probably answers your second question.” the ghost of a smirk dusted your lips. 

“Oh,” Oikawa was momentarily silenced. “But you’re still on a first-name basis?”

“And is that any of your business?”

“Wow, since when was Shiratorizawa’s princess so fucking bitchy? I thought you were Snow White or something,” he scoffed, stepping towards you with his arms crossed. 

“And you’re just as pretentious as people say you are,” you snickered. “For your information, Oikawa, I can act however I want. I broke up with his sorry ass, and I’m not telling you why. God, I can’t believe we’re at the same beach.”

Shit, he liked how you were talking to him. No one had put him down like that long ago, not since Iwaizumi. It was nice…did he like it when girls were mean to him instead of worshipping the ground he walked on?

“Hey, don’t get pissy with me, princess. It’s not my fault you just happen to go to the beach near where I live,” Oikawa scoffed. “What are you even doing in Argentina anyway? What, did university not work out for you back in Miyagi.”

You rolled your eyes. “For your information, asshole, I got into every university I applied to. I just…” you signed, rubbing your temple. “I just needed some time away from that place. Everything reminds me of Wakatoshi. It was just better for me to get away for a while.”

The bartender coughed awkwardly, holding your drinks. You both took them as the employee turned back around, visibly uncomfortable. Oikawa took a sip of the drink, nodding in approval. “So, I take it finding me on this beach wasn’t the most relaxing thing?”

“I thought you were going to be nice to me, but I guess I was wrong since you thought I was still with Wakatoshi,” you sipped your drink, the cool liquid drooling down your chin and onto your breasts. “But…I guess I can forgive you. After all, neither of us went to nationals since Karasuno got number nine and ten, right?” 

Oikawa chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. Fucking Tobio.”

“You know he’s on the Alders as well, right?”

“What? Oh, fucking of course he is,” Oikawa scoffed, placing his drink down at the bar. He looked at your form again, drinking in each curve that your bikini did such a poor job of hiding. Did you wear that thing on purpose to find someone here to fuck? Maybe Ushijima never fucked you right. Maybe he never made you cum. Maybe that’s why you dumped his sorry ass because he was a terrible lover. Oh, wouldn’t that just be a fucking treat?

“So,” Oikawa stared at the ground. “Do you wanna head back to my apartment? It’s within walking distance. Plus, I have drinks that aren’t stupidly overpriced,” he shot the bartender a dirty look. “No offense.”

You thought for a moment, your perfectly manicured finger tapping on your bottom lip. “Sure, that could be fun. Besides,” you leaned forward, exposing your cleavage to the setter. “If Wakatoshi heard about that, he would be so fucking pissed. So why not, hm?”

Holy shit. You were perfect. “Wow,” Oikawa was speechless, which was a rare fucking treat. “And here I thought you were all sweet and innocent,” he casually snaked his arm around your waist, shamelessly feeling your supple skin. “I guess I was wrong.”

“You’re lucky we hate the same person, or else I would have broken your arm off by now,” you snicker, allowing his hand to feel up and down your waist. “Now, where’s your apartment? Let me guess,” you pointed to an expensive-looking building. “Penthouse suite on the top floor right over there?”

“How the hell did you know that?” he raised an eyebrow in suspicion. 

You scoffed, walking in tune with Oikawa. “I mean, it’s painfully obvious. That’s the only apartment complex within comfortable walking distance, and knowing your ego, you probably chose the apartment on the top floor because you think you’re entitled to it, somehow,” you smirked, staring into his milky brown eyes. “Well? How right am I?’

Oikawa frowned, pouting like a baby. “...pretty right…” he mumbled.

“What? I didn’t catch that?” you pretended to cup your ear.

“I said you’re right. Jeez, since when were you this cocky?” he grumbled, pulling you closer to his muscular form. He was ripped, more ripped than he was in the sports magazines from high school. His chest was chiseled, and his shoulders were broad as if he had been sculpted by the gods themselves. You would never admit this to him (not sober, at least), but Oikawa was hot as fuck, even though he was a major brat. 

“I’ve always been this cocky, just not in public,” you looked up at the door of the penthouse apartment complex, the doorknobs brandishing an expensive golden sheen. “Wow, these sure are different than the Miyagi apartments,” you mumbled, rubbing on your arm. Oddly enough, you felt out of place, like you didn’t fit the right tax bracket to be allowed here.

“Well, cutie, I am a professional athlete. I make more than the entire staff does combined,” he bragged, waving to the desk attendant, who had the most annoyed look on her face. Maybe she knew what a dick Oikawa was as well. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, tapping your sandalled shoe against the cool tiling of the lobby. Did he just call you a cutie? You shouldn’t take it personally. He probably did that with every other girl he found attractive. Wait, does that mean he found you attractive? Oh god, did you actually like being flirted with by Toru Oikawa? You slapped your hands over your cheeks, attempting to hide the ever-blooming red blush.

“Are you okay? You look red,” he thought for a second, his lips twisting into a smirk. “Is Shiratorizawa’s Princess blushing?” he leaned forward, smirking as the elevator doors closed. His large and calloused hands pressed against either side of your head, trapping you between the wall and his shirtless frame.

“Shut up!” you slapped him across his cheek, leaving a stinging imprint on his flawless skin. He gasped, massaging his cheek. “You’re a pervert, you know that?”

“I haven’t even said anything perverted yet! No one hits me, no one!” he wined, uncaging you from the elevator wall. “You’re feisty,” he mumbled under his breath, something you couldn’t hear.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the elevator door dinged. You both left the elevator and walked to his apartment in silence, your hands massaging your arms as the cold air of the upper floor set in. Rich people have excellent air conditioning. 

“This is it,” Oikawa jiggled his key into the lock, pulling open the mahogany door. “Ladies first,” he winked, making you scoff as you entered the vast apartment. 

“Holy-” your words died on your lips as you took in Oikawa’s living space. How perfect and elegant it was. It was massive, boasting a designer kitchen with beautiful granite countertops and three ovens. Who the hell needs three ovens? “This place is huge! Damn, I forgot how much they pay professional athletes!” 

Oikawa chuckled at your childlike marveling, or perhaps it was envy? Either way, he could get used to you gawking over his wealth. “I know, I know. I’m fucking fantastic,” he strode over to the bar cart, mixing some peach juice and vodka. “I know this isn’t the most manly drink, but beer is so gross. Don’t you agree?” he handed you a glass, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at your tits.

“Oh, totally. Beer is gross,” you took a sip of the drink, smiling at the peach juice hit your tongue. “Oh damn, this is good. Where did you get this?”

“I’m not telling. You could buy out my entire supply!” Oikawa laughed, taking another sip of his beverage. “So,” he leaned against his kitchen counter, staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones. “What will it take for me to learn why you dumped Ushijima, hm?” his voice was a purr, like a siren trying to lure you into the sea.

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the couch, admiring the tasteful throw pillows he had. “Well, if it gets you to shut up, I’ll tell you,” you patted the seat right next to your own. “You’re lucky I have vodka in me, or else I’d be really bitchy right about now.”

“Who’s saying you aren’t being bitchy?”

You shot him a glare. “Do you wanna know my breakup story or not?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes and sat next to you, purposefully spreading his muscular thighs. Fuck, he was sexy as hell. “Well? Let’s hear the story, cutie.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, locking your eyes on your pedicured feet. “We started dating because one of his teammates said we would look good together. Tendou, I think his name was. He asked me out, but it wasn’t very romantic. He was stoic, unfeeling. I guess he’s always been like that,” you paused, licking your bottom lip. “He was a good boyfriend for the most part, I guess. He was kind, and he supported me in anything I did. It’s just…volleyball was his top priority, not me. And don’t get me wrong, I loved cheerleading. Wakatoshi prioritized sports over his relationship, so I dumped him once he was signed to the Alders.” you looked up at Oikawa, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I’m happy I dumped his sorry ass.”

“Wow,” Oikawa mumbled, setting his drink on the coffee table. “I’m sorry he treated you like that. I always knew he was a piece of shit, and now I have the proof,” he smacked his lips together, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “C’mere, I gotta ask you something else.”

“Do we have to be this close for you to ask me a question?” you raised an eyebrow, secretly enjoying the intimacy.

“Yes,” Oikawa immediately responded. “Answer me this,” his voice dropped to a deep octave, goosebumps covering your arms. “Did he ever make you cum, or did you have to fake it every time?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, a blush dusting your cheeks. “Well, technically, no, he didn’t make me cum,” you whispered, knowing damn well that Oikawa had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“I fucking knew it,” he pulled you impossibly closer, pulling your lip down with his thumb. “Poor little girl, hm? You’re big, strong boyfriend never gave you an orgasm. Did he even know where the clit is?”

You shook your head. “No, I had to show it to him, and he still has never found it.”

“Oh, that’s pathetic. And adorable. To think,” his lips trailed upwards to the cartilage of your ear, nibbling on it. “That a pretty thing like yourself had a boyfriend that wouldn’t give her what she wanted…that’s just tragic, don’t you think so?”

You looked at him, your eyes ablaze. “I guess so. What, did you wanna do something about that?” your hands slid up and down his thigh, dangerously close to his hardening cock. 

“I think I will,” without any warning, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, slapping you on the ass. You squeaked and were thrown onto his bed, the crisp cotton sheets welcoming your burning skin. Oikawa crawled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. “I have an idea, something that will piss Ushijima off. That’s what we both want, isn’t it?” he planted a daring kiss on your neck, the aroma of your tropical perfume filling his nostrils. “I know you wanna see him angry, don’t you, cutie?”

Fuck, his words landed right at your core. You squeezed your legs shut, tilting your head to the side so he could plant more of his blazing kisses on your delicate skin. “Mhm, I wanna see him get so mad he does something he’ll regret,” you purr, gasping as Oikawa sank his canines into you. A soft moan fell from your lips, only encouraging him to leave more delicious bruises. He stopped his ministrations, licking his way up to your ear. “I wanna film me fucking your brains out,” his voice was a low rumble, practically dripping with want. “I wanna send him pictures of you covered in my fucking cum with your tits covered in hickeys. That’ll show him, right?” he shamelessly palmed your breast, wanting to tear that slutty bikini off your perfect body.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” you moaned, breaking free from his grasp. “If you’re gonna do that,” you sat on the bed. “We have to be equals in this, or he’ll think you’re fucking me without consent.”

“What? So, no bondage or anything?” he pouted. “Well, I guess that’s fair,” his milky eyes darted to one of his dresser drawers. “I…I have a professional camera in there, as well as a tripod. Don’t fucking ask why I have those, okay? If we’re gonna film a little something for your ex-boyfriend,” he playfully nipped at your ear. “We’re gonna do it right.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you chuckled, swatting his hands away as he fumbled with the string of your bikini top. “Nope, you have to undress me on camera. That’ll really piss him off.”

Oikawa smirked, setting up the tripod quickly. How many times did he use that thing? “You sure know him well, don’t you, cutie?” he hit the record button, crawling above you again. The camera was positioned to have the side-view of whatever you two decided to participate in. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the money shot with my phone,” he snickered, hovering his lips above yours. “Now, cutie, do you wanna make a movie with me?”

“Fuck yes,” and his lips were upon yours, ravaging them like he had drank a love potion. They moved in sync with your own, relishing in the mango-flavored chapstick you wore. He kissed you like he owned you from the second he saw you in that slutty bikini. The way his teeth clashed against yours was animalistic in his fight to be dominant, not even asking for entry before shoving his tongue inside your mouth. Your wet muscles danced, pulling moan after moan out of your lungs before he pulled away abruptly, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. 

“Gotta fucking catch my breath,” he chuckled. “You kiss like a fucking whore.”

“I bite like one, too,” you smirked, rolling over to straddle Oikawa’s waist. He gasped in confusion before quickly being silenced, the sensation of you harshly sucking on his muscular neck making him whimper. You chuckled, grinding yourself onto his pelvis, your most intimate parts being covered by thin pieces of fabric.

“Fuck, cutie,” Oikawa’s hands squeezed your hips, rolling the fat between his taped fingers. He bucked his hips upwards, making you yelp. “Take off that fucking top now,” he growled, fisting the sheets beneath him impatiently.

You giggled and reached behind your back, undoing the bikini knot teasingly slow. Oikawa knew what you were doing. He’d seen it a million times by now. Usually, he wouldn’t mind. It was just another beach slut taking her time, trying to draw out their experience with the great Toru Oikawa. But this time was different. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted you creaming on his cock the way Ushijima never made you. Besides, there would be a second time. And a third, and a fourth.

His hand cracked against your ass. “Don’t fucking tease me, cutie,” his voice rasped, his hands hungrily grasping onto your tits. “Fucking take this off, or I’ll rip it off of you. Show me those tits, don’t get all shy on me now.”

You squeak, your clit pulsating at the contact. “Fine, whatever you want, baby,” you threw your bikini top across the room, letting your breasts be exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. Oikawa groaned, rolling over so he was on top once more. His mouth found your breast, sucking at the pillowy flesh while his hands rolled over your pert nipple, alternating between each breast. He sucked on your areloas, making sure not to be gentle. He only got more confident with each slutty moan he ripped from your lips, relishing in the incredibly high ones he received when he bit down on your nipple. Your chest was littered with tiny purple circles and covered in his saliva, the desire in your belly practically bubbling over. His cock was painfully hard, pressing against your inner thigh. You swore you could hear it throbbing, begging to fuck your cunt. 

“Oikawa!” you whimpered, grabbing his ashy brown hair and forcefully pulling him away from your chest. “I-I think you marked me enough, right? C’mon,” your hand guided his into your bikini bottom, sighing as his thumb finally found your desperate clit. “I’m so wet down here for you, Oikawa. Don’t you wanna take care of me?”

Your voice was high-pitched like the girls in porn, and Oikawa fucking loved it. You were both putting on a show in shorts. A show to piss off a man that you both despised, but it was a show nonetheless. It's a sexy, depraved show.

“You moan like a fucking slut,” he pushed your bikini to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. Without a second thought, he shoved his middle and ring finger deep inside your heat, curling them slightly. You cried out, arching your back further into the mattress as his other hand still had a firm hold on your breast.

“Oh, you like that, cutie? You like getting finger-fucked by your ex-boyfriend's enemy?” he growled, fucking his fingers in and out of your weeping pussy at a relentless pace. “I wonder what they would say if they saw you like this, a slutty little mess under me. You’re such a whore for my fingers, aren’t you?” his thumb dragged over your clit, his fingers and his arm being so precise in their ministrations. Your pussy squeezed around his digits, feeling your first orgasm in such a long-time approach.

“P-please, Oikawa! Fucking make me cum!” you sobbed, your hands clenching onto the white sheets. You saw stars as your orgasm crashed over you, rolling your head to the side to stare directly into the camera. With your blown-out eyes and bruised lips, you looked fucking ethereal.

“Good fucking girl,” Oikawa popped his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick. You tasted incredible, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. “Open up,” he ran his finger over your soaked core, gathering up more of your essence to forcefully shove inside your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and you did. Your tongue ran over his fingers while you made direct eye contact with him, making the setter impossibly hard. “Little slut.”

“M’not a slut,” you whined, spreading your legs further apart. You were contradicting yourself. You were on display for him as if his apartment was some kind of brothel. The look in his eyes when he saw your gorgeous body, your thighs still trembling in the aftershocks of your release. Fuck, it really looked like he ripped you straight out of a porno. 

“Then how come you’re spread out like one for me, hm? That pussy’s dripping all over my bed, dirty girl.” he slid off his swimming trunks, his cock slapping against his rock-hard abs. He boasted a proud, sensitive pink tip that was leaking with precum. He pumped his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance, slapping the head against your clit. “Now, are you gonna beg for me to fuck you better than that pathetic ex-boyfriend of yours ever could?” he looked directly into the camera, mesmerized by the flashing red light. “Better than Ushijima, I’m better than Ushijima.”

“T-Toru!” you whined, pulling him down by his shoulders into a passionate kiss. You stared into the camera as well, giving it a wink. Using Oikawa’s first name would surely make your ex furious. It just had to. “Fuck me! Fuck me better than Wakatoshi ever could!” you sobbed, wrapping your legs around his waist so he had no hope of escaping. Your eyes were wet with fake tears, begging him to ruin you.

“Shit,” he groaned, pushing the head of his cock past your entrance. “That’s what I like to fucking hear.” he slammed his lips down on yours once again, bullying the rest of his throbbing length deep inside your heat. “So fucking tight.” Oikawa hissed at the sight of your greedy pussy sucking him in, his teeth nipping at your lips.

“S’fucking big, Toru! Fuck!” you cried, your nails leaving angry red crescent marks on his back. Oikawa revealed in the pleasure, continuing to make out with you as he fucked you harder, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix occasionally.

“You’ve ever been fucked this hard before, hm?” he bit down on your shoulder, leaving an imprint of his teeth. “No one’s ever fucked this pussy as good before, huh? Fucking answer me, cutie,” his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing softly. 

You gasped, struggling to take his massive cock and breath at the same time. “No one’s, fuck, no one’s ever fucked me like this before, Toru!” you sobbed, sighing in relief as he let go of your neck.

“So fucking obedient. And you let her dump you, Usjijima? Fucking pathetic,” he rolled his hips against yours, hitting even deeper inside your pussy. His balls slapped against the cleft of your ass, the apartment echoing with lustful moans and squeals. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for another kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his cock ravaged your core. 

“Toru, I’m gonna fucking cum!” you sob into his mouth, your nails now leaving furious red scratches down his back. He whined into your mouth, his hips never faltering as they continued their unrelenting and unforgiving speed. Sweat dripped from his brow and into your hair, moan after beautiful moan being ripped from your lips as he fucked you like he owned you, like you were his. It was more than just a revenge fuck, so much more.

“Fucking cum on my cock, cutie. Be a good fucking slut and make a mess on this cock,” he growled into your mouth, pulling on your hair to force your neck to the side. He planted open-mouth kisses as you were pushed over the edge, crying out his name as your release coated his pulsating shaft. 

Fuck, he wasn’t going to last, not at the rate that your pussy was milking him. He eagerly reached for his phone on the mattress, and just as he felt his orgasm approach, he pulled out of your addictive cunt. The camera app was opened, and the record button was pressed, videoing Oikawa desperately fisting his cock before letting out a guttural, almost animalistic roar. His thick, white-hot ropes of cum painted your stomach and fucked out face, some even landing on your lips. Oikawa stopped recording and took several pictures, each with a different angle of your cum-covered curves.

“Gorgeous,” the setter muttered, tossing his phone back onto the now-ruined sheets. He got off the bed and grabbed the camera, winking at the lens as he hit the power button. The light stopped blinking, and Oikawa was satisfied. “Well, you just made your first porno. How do you feel about that, cutie?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s more of a revenge porno than anything, but I liked it,” you averted your gaze. “You’re a good fuck.”

He placed a hand on his hip. “Well, obviously,” Oikawa rolled his eyes, grabbed a box of tissues, and handed them to you. “Clean yourself off. I’ll run you a bath in a minute.”

You needed clarification. “You’re doing aftercare?”

“Why the hell would I not?” he sounded offended. 

“Because you seem like an inconsiderate piece of shit,” your words were so casual, yet so mean. Why did Oikawa crave more?

“I made you cum, didn’t I?” he snatched the box of tissues out of your hand. “Twice, I made you cum twice. That’s more than fucking Ushijima ever could.”

“Woah, don’t get your panties in a twist. It was just an assumption, damn.” you rolled your eyes, stepping off of the bed. “Now, I’m gonna need to borrow a shirt before I get the hell out of here. You kind of ruined my bikini top.”

Oikawa shook his head, placing the camera inside his drawer beside him. “You aren’t going anywhere, not until I’ve gotten as many orgasms as I want out of that slutty little pussy of yours.”

You chuckled darkly and pounced on him, straddling his waist once again. “Only if I get to be on top this time, okay?” you licked his neck. “I wanna see how the Great King reacts to Shiratorizawa’s Princess riding his cock.”

Oikawa grinned and pulled you down for another kiss, his cock already hard. You were in for a long fucking night.

Ushijima woke up to an onslaught of ringing sounds coming from his phone. Groaning, he turned to the side to see who had the balls to be emailing him at 2:56 in the morning. 

His eyes widened as he saw two video attachments, as well as several image attachments, of Oikawa’s cock plunging in and out of his ex-girlfriend's pussy. Her cries and moans quickly filled up his bedroom as Oikawa’s mischievous brown eyes locked with Ushijima’s green ones from behind the screen. He sat up, scrolling through the rest of the attachments. Each image was enough to send him into a rage, but the last one was what got to him. Your head resting on Oikawa’s chest, various hickeys covering your tits and neck as you slept soundly. On the other hand, Oikawa was smirking as he held up the number five with his fingers. Ushijima’s hands cracked his phone, shattering the protective glass.

Toru Oikawa was a smug-ass motherfucker.

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Butterfly (m)

synopsis: he’s been watching you. waiting, stalking his prey. waiting for you to tangle your pretty little wings into his web. chasing you. hunting you. making you play his games until you realise the truth that lies behind your eyes.

j.jungkook x f.reader

୧ ‧₊˚┊: wc: 3.6k

୧ ‧₊˚┊: genre: yandere, serial killer au, college au, dark content

୧ ‧₊˚┊: content: yandere!killer!jk, dubcon, predator / prey, manipulation, fear play, mask kink, slight sub space, slight knife play, strangers to lovers, “public” sex, drug use (alcohol), mentions of blood / injury, threats, allusions to kidnapping, dom!jk, fingering, rough sex, he’s mean but still sweet, obsessed!soft!jk at the end <33

୧ ‧₊˚┊: notes: found this in my drafts back from halloween and i never posted it! so here you go, to hold you over until my long fics are done <33 halloween fic in april lmaooo

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni -> dark content

Bum. Bum. Bum.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, pulse racing. It was too loud. Everything is too loud. It’s all you can hear. It’s all you can think about as your heels dig into the harsh forest floor. Your shoes long since been abandoned, mud caking your feet as you try to run. Tries to escape from the demon that had set his sights on you.

Him.

Fuck. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It really wasn’t. It was just supposed to be a fun halloween party! You didn’t really even know if you wanted to go to it or not. But your friends convinced you with the promise of free drinks and guys that were ‘cute enough’ for some random frat.

What they failed to mention? The simple fact that house was in the middle of nowhere. On one side a lake, the other a massive forest.

Like a pretty little trap meant to catch girls like you. Web tangled in the trees just watching for the prettiest butterfly to find its way into. To be caught in the den of monsters that lined every wall of the ancient house.

You were already disturbed when your friend's pretty jeep turned off the main roads, trailing through the woods. Realising just how distant from the rest of society you would be. How every bump of the car sent your little heart into a deeper flutter of anxiety.

Still, you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to ruin the night— for yourself or your friends. You trust them. They promised it would be fun. Plus! Their boyfriends were going to be there! So nothing would go wrong!

Yeah. It really wasn't their fault that a lunatic set his sights on you. Wasn’t their fault you started dancing with a man in a mask. Let him lead you to the backyard for a smoke, dumbly followed him deeper into the woods to see his favourite spot. Let him stuff his fingers into your little hole without even seeing his face, knowing his name.

Nah, you did all that on your own. Just a little kitten being led to the slaughter house.

“Okay babydoll…” He breathes into your ear, pumping two fingers deep inside of your cunt. Skirt that was barely covering anything pushed too far up your hips, showing the whole forest just how tight your walls cling to his fingers. How wet you are. How desperate you are for more.

“We’re gonna play a game, yeah?” You’re hardly able to respond, consciousness laced with toxins from earlier that night. Flush to your cheeks evidence enough of just how much you drank— the series of events that led you to this exact moment.

One he had been planning for awhile.

He smiles, throat letting out a low, almost nonexistent laugh. Slowly circling your clit with his thumb, almost mocking the way your back arches. Finding amusement in the way your fingers cling to his arm as his thrusts continue all to slow.

You’re needy, too needy. He knows that well enough. Can tell with the way your hips start to rock, start to squirm. The way your body starts to get bratty on him while your mind is too far in the clouds to realise the position you’ve found yourself in.

You’re cute. Too cute for him to take another second of this. Too cute for him to hold back anymore.

Wouldn’t want you getting too bratty on him anyway, would he? Then his personal treat, the slice of cake he's been waiting weeks to cut into will have to turn into a punishment. Ruin all the fun he’s worked so hard to prepare.

“‘Gonna need you to run into the woods. Fast and as far as you can…” He groans under his breath, the mere thought sending blood straight to his cock, filling his mind with nothing but pictures of you dirty on the forest floor, “And you gotta do your best to stay away from me yeah? Cause if I catch you… I gotta kill you and I wouldn't wanna have to do that… You’re too pretty to kill, you know?”

Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with him? What is he even talking about?

You try to process– try to understand the words that run off his tongue. But it's unfair, everything is stacked against you as he slides the mask off his face. Gives you a first look at his deep brown eyes. Lets you see how gorgeous he is for the very first time.

He didn’t even give you a chance to recover before he started counting down from 30. Doesn’t even move his hand away from your dripping cunt until 20– the expression on your face just pathetic. So close yet so far from the finish line.

Your race was nowhere close to its end. He’d make sure of it.

It wasn’t until his hand found your hip, gently tapping against the skin that your brain even had the chance to attempt processing his words. Figure out the exact meaning behind them while his lips continued to count down with each syllable.

Such pretty pink lips. Maybe he would let you kiss them if you tried hard enough. If you lean up just right maybe he would–

Wait. Wait. What’s happening? What did he say to you?

Your eyes glance down to your thighs, vision dazed as you try to figure out the object that suddenly pokes at your flesh. The sharp tip grazing your soft skin as you take in the metal; polished to perfection. The deep black handle resting securely in his palm, holding himself back.

Your eyes widen, familiarity cresting your features.

Shit. Shit!

You don’t even think about grabbing your own knife until 15, hand quickly reaching for your hip where you keep it tucked away. Too bad he had already taken it, knew the tool you always carried with you well.

Shit, his own personal little Nancy, huh? Perfect for him.

Survival instincts had to take over for you, forcing your feet to the ground. Urging your skirt down as low as it could possibly go as your legs take off in a direction you hope is the house.

Everything is all too much, it’s not enough. Every little sound is getting to you, making you feel like you’re going crazy. Making you feel like none of your senses can be trusted. Like nothing can be trusted except for the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

The woods– everything looks the same. You can't distinguish one thing from the next but you know you hear something getting closer. Too close.

If his words meant anything you need to keep fighting, keep trying to live. Even as pain stabs into your toes, sticks break under your feet. Even as you’re stabbed by bushes.

It was like the forest itself was out to get you. Like whatever beast behind it is your real enemy in all of this.

Maybe you can pretend it, maybe in your alcohol-addled brain that’s a little easier to manage than the man running behind you. The one with hunger in his heart that only your soul can satiate.

You try, you really do. But your legs can only move so fast. Can only take so much abuse before they start to slow. Lungs can only inhale so much air before they want to collapse.

Too bad he’s done this before. He can run.

And just as you start to be able to see the lights from the tree line, just as hope starts to fill your little heart, you’re forced into the dirt. Two arms wrap around you from behind, tackling your frame to the ground.

Your back presses against his chest as he keeps you there, his face right next to your ear as he pants. Breathe heavy in your ear, hearing the way it cracks every once and awhile as he tries to catch his breath. Lips almost on your ear while he keeps you there. Keeps you trapped under him.

Everything is starting to conflict in your pretty little head, body telling you to get away. Try to get him off. Wriggle your hand— anything out to try and fight back. Try and get away before he keeps his promise from before.

Yet, with every movement, every slight twist of your spine or kick of your legs under his heavy frame he only presses tighter, deeper against you. Presses his cock against your barely covered cunt. Makes you feel every inch of him that he plans to stuff inside. Make you unable to breathe while the rocks dig into your skin.

You put up a good fight, you really do. Better than anyone else. It’s too bad everything is going just a little bit haywire behind your eyes. The world starting to feel like a burden as you try to push away the arousal rushing to your gut.

Shit, you should be scared. Should be petrified of the psycho that took you into the woods, the psycho that threatened to kill you no more than ten minutes before. One that had a knife pressed to your skin and a scythe around your heart. But the chemicals in your brain are mixing into something that you can’t comprehend, can’t describe.

Everything feels like too much, he feels like too much and you have no clue what to do. Head completely gone to mush.

It’s almost easier that way.

“Almost got away, doll. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now.” His voice is rough, harsh as he tries to catch his breath. Teeth clamping against the crest of your ear, hips rolling against your cunt without a care in the world. Especially not for the state of your head. Not for the little world you find yourself slipping away into.

Too many extreme emotions happening will do that to you, won't they? Make you so confused that you’ll just take whatever you can manage. Even if that means plunging his blade into your pretty little heart or fucking you until your pussy wouldn’t even consider another filling it.

He prefers the latter. Too pretty for the former, huh?

He can feel the shift in your frame– one of extreme discomfort, entirely tense to one of a docile little pet put on display. The shift behind your eyes as everything becomes too much, little too difficult to understand. As you slip away just enough to make any feelings of pleasure elevate to new extremes. Let fear spur you on.

The only thoughts in your head are ones filled with him. The way it should be. Exactly should be.

Your hips move again, their last attempt to break free from his spell. Their last attempt to try and get away from the maniac. Yet it does nothing more than press his cock harder against your ass, the mock of a grind against the surface that leaves a pretty little mewl spilling from your lips. A grunt catching in his own.

Wow, you actually surprised him.

“Shit, not patient at all huh?” He smiles, lip quirking as he removes his body from you. Removes the only warmth provided in this hell.

You won't run. Not if you know what's good for you.

He doubts you do– led you right into his arms tonight. But that's okay. He can take over for you. Take over everything.

Hands grip your hips, pull you back against him. Let you imagine how sweet he could fuck you if you just behave. The soft rocking of hips against your own, the gentle way he moves compared to the way he holds you heavy on your mind.

You can’t help the moan that spills past your lips. The way your back arches to meet him better. No one could blame poor little you. No one could blame your mind turning off for just a little bit. Not when he has you. Not with the rough texture of his pants pushing against your cunt. Not with the ruined orgasm of before.

Arousal makes your panties stick uncomfortable to your skin. A disturbing wet patch forming against his own pants where you meet. A flutter erupting in your gut at the way he groans. Way he moves you with such ease.

He really could kill you if he wanted to.

You’re not sure if the realisation scares you or spurs you on.

It scares you more to know that it's the latter.

“I’m not either.” He huffs, air thick with fog, “Been too patient for you. Too fucking patient.”

He grunts, pushing your hips back. Back arching even farther against the forest floor. It almost hurts, it’s almost painful. Not that that really matters. Nothing matters when he grips the flesh of your ass, pulls the cheeks apart. Gets a good look at the mess he’s made of you. Can see clearly how wrecked his little girl is.

Pretty panties sticking against your cunt, thighs wobbly from all the effort of tonight. Shit, if he just hooks his finger under them, pulls them to the side he’ll get to see you all. Get to see your puffy lips, fluttering little hole. Get to fuck himself inside while you just lie there and take it. Get so drunk on his cock you might just fall in love.

Shit, maybe you already have, huh?

Good.

He forces your underwear to the side, stares in awe at the way your slick sticks to them. Imagines how pretty they’d look stuffed with his cum. How you’d tumble around the house, not letting a drop spill just for him.

Because you would know it’s what he wants.

“All of this for me?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb through your folds. Collecting your essence, spreading it around all messy just how he likes. How he knows you’ll like soon enough.

You can only whimper, clutch the ground as your head spins. Tries to catch up with every little minstration he makes. Tries to figure out what exactly is happening. What words he’s saying. How to get him to stop, if you want him to stop.

A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t think you do.

You’re not sure of anything anymore. Only the sound of a zipper running down, the shuffle of pants forced off hips. The hard head of a cock running against your folds like it owns them. Like it was made for them.

The stretch as he forces himself inside. The way it burns, stings with effort. The short, forceful movements as he fucks himself inside. Makes home in your cunt for no one else but him. Makes you unable to think of a soul other than him. Ruin you for all other men that come after.

God he must be big– how fucking big? You have no clue. You wish you could see. Look into those pretty, crazed eyes. Focus on the little mole under his lip as the pain turns into pleasure. Morphs something dark in your brain to like it, to take it just like a good girl. Make you crave him more than anything else.

But instead you stare at the dirt. Hands clutching at the surface as he fucks himself inside. Deeper and deeper with each slow calculating thrust. Fucks you full of whatever twisted definition of love he possess. Makes you see the light, the exact shimmer in his eyes. See that this is the only way to truly live.

“Shit, baby,” His voice is low, deeper than before as his hips finally meet your own. Finally fills you with nothing else other than him. “Been waiting too fucking long for this. Had to make me wait, huh? Fuck.”

His voice harsh, grip bruising as he tries to hold himself back. One last measly reprise he’ll allow you. One last second he’ll give you before he makes you completely dumb. Makes you see what he knows you need to.

“I-I don’t~” You whimper, though the words fall on deaf ears. Not that it mattered anyway, you didn’t even know what you were trying to say. Didn’t know anything except for the way your walls clamp around his cock. Body begging for him, urging him to start and never stop.

He sighs, dramatic, “Little slut, huh baby?”

A harsh thrust punctuates his words, jolting your body forward as you cry. Impatience, ecstasy? He isn’t sure which. Only can notice the way your fingers clench and unclench in the dirt. The way your pussy flutters around him.

“Aww…” He soothes, hips dragging out of your cunt before slowly thrusting back in. The pace slow, antagonising, “Poor thing is having a hard time…” His hips quicken a hair, pretty sounds falling from your lips at the movement.

“Gotta tell me what you need, baby. I can make it all happen then.” A low kiss is placed against your shoulder, the world crumbling around you.

You break.

“Please…” Your voice is soft, too soft, but he hears it. Feels himself cracking as you beg, feels himself lose his mind entirely.

Beg for him. Want him.

His hips suddenly snap, fucking himself into your cunt with force you never thought a human could possibly manage. Fast, hard. Pumping his cock into you to search for his own pleasure. His own release. Forcing you to take it, take all of him while you try to keep up. Try to find your own pleasure in the tangle of limbs.

You hate how easily you do. Or maybe you love it.

“God, fuck.” He can’t suppress his own moans, the feeling of your pussy wrapping so tight around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth is too much. Fills his head with even more nonsense about love. About destiny.

His hips would never even consider stopping. You feel too good. Feel too tight around his cock, feel like he should never stop fucking you. Keep you there forever.

“So perfect. So perfect for me,” His breath is harsh, his heart racing as your little sounds only spur him on. Let him know just how good you feel. Just how far you’ve fallen. Just how much farther you’re willing to drown in all things Jungkook.

“P-Please!” You whine, hips arching further. Moving him into the perfect position to scrape against your g-spot with every rough pound of his hips. No clue what you’re pleading for. No clue what you want other than him.

Don’t even know his name. Nothing other than how incessantly you crave him.

“Fucking brat.” He cusses, eyes pinching into a glare as you somehow clamp down tighter. Walls pulling him back in on every thrust. Milking him for everything he’s worth. Making sure you both know your place in this. Know your place after it, too.

“God, been waiting for this haven’t you?” He groans, hips stuttering. He’s too close, “Been waiting for me to fuck you like the pretty doll you are? Make me take everything from you?”

You can only manage a whine in response, cunt fluttering around him. Obsessing in his praise.

Maybe his words are true. Maybe he’s known the exact type of person you are since the moment he first saw you. Maybe he’s right. This is where you’re meant to be. Meant to be with him.

“Shit, yeah. I fucking knew it.” His voice cracks, “Call you a minx but we both know that isn’t true. Just don’t know how to think until you’re stuck on the end of a cock.”

His thrusts somehow pick up speed. Fuck you harder, deeper. He’s sure he could place his hand over your tummy, feel himself fucking you. Shit.

“My cock.” He growls, voice heavy in your ears.

You can't take it anymore. Can’t take another second of it. Nerves tied tight into knots explode, white dotting the corner of your vision as you moan for no one else other than him. Pleasure courses through your veins, pussy pulling him as he falls apart alongside you. A tsunami pulling you under, making it hard to breathe. Making you feel dead and alive at the same time.

Maybe the forest gods were the ones tormenting you. Making you feel better than you had ever thought possible before. Allowing you to see the light of the stars dancing in the sky, so far above the clouds with his cock still pressed so deep inside. Floating through the air as your orgasm runs through you.

He’s no better. A shell of a man as he slowly fucks him cum deeper into your cunt. As deep as you’ll allow. Marking you. Claiming you. Making sure you know your place, even as you finally collapse onto the floor. Finally come back to reality. Poor body too spent to focus on anything else.

It’s okay though, you don’t have to worry. Not about a thing.

He’ll take care of you. Fix you up nice and pretty for your next lesson. Take you away to his apartment, make you fall in love for real. Keep you there, with him, just like you’re meant to be.

Make all of the sick sides you try to hide come out to play. Make you realise you’re just like him.

He wouldn’t kill you. Ever. Even if he had killed the others, none of them matter. He’s been waiting for someone like you for so long. Itching to bring you home. And finally, finally you had fallen into his trap. His perfect little butterfly, caught in the web. Ready to be corrupted by the vicious spider. Ready for your wings to be clipped.

“Mine.”

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[hyomaslut]

──★ ˙🌟 ̟ !! gold star redemption program. 18+!

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ's ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ

✿ ─ synopsis: you are the new manager for team blue lock and you have a great idea to make the players get along better. after all, positive reinforcement worked really well on dogs, why not men? ✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma + kunigami rensuke referenced ✿ ─ cw: smut, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, aged-up!characters(18+), pet names, kissing, penetrative sex, oral receiving/giving, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, non-exclusive relationships, lots of jealousy, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, shidou is an asshole, rin threatens murder, somewhat proofread ✿ ─ notes: okay so every is going to ignore the logistics and mental gymnastics done to put all these guys on the same team and have any of this go on, right? cool. this work was requested by @anastasiablossomlove pls enjoy!

managing team blue lock was no task for a person of average conviction. anyone with less of a spine would be easily trampled and consumed by the members, all with big personalities and even bigger egos. you took to the role with exceptional organizational skills and a positive attitude that didn’t falter, even under the cold glares of the less compliant men of the team (cough cough itoshi rin cough cough barou shouei). before the end of your first week you had drafted up detailed and individualized meal plans, unique to each of them. by the second you had worked with the coach to create special training regimes that works towards their fitness goals while providing challenge and variety. right under their noses you dug your pretty fingers into every part of team blue lock, finding every issue and soothing every conflict, turning a group of somewhat wild animals into a well functioning machine with you at its core.

and not a detail slipped your eye. you could always tell when kunigami had pushed himself too hard in the gym by the stiffness in his shoulders. honestly you doubt you would’ve been able to convince him to let you help him if he wasn’t just as sore as you predicted. but the minute your palms were pressing into his back he was groaning in relief, “you’re an angel” grumbled under his breath. he’s a bit less embarrassed the next time around, blushing while asking you to fix him like you did last time.

you quickly took responsibility for doing chigiri’s hair before every practice and game. after seeing it fall out of its style and flap wildly in his face whenever he reached top speed on the field, you decided he needed something a little more reliable to keep it out the way so his eyes could stay on the ball. though when his hair was this soft, who could blame you for taking a bit longer than necessary, brushing through the knots and gently scratching at his scalp. plus, he didn’t seem to mind all that much, always red faced and all smiles, leaning into your touch. the thank you kiss he plants on your cheek lingers long enough to leave a matching blush on your face as a token of his appreciation.

being the backbone of their system earned you respect, acknowledgement, even affection from the overly friendly members of the team (cough cough bachira meguru cough cough shidou ryusei). no one could deny the benefits of having you around, always offering all kinds of helpful advice and showed not a shred of judgment when listening to their problems. and you weren’t exactly ignorant to the fact that your constant support was causing some of your new friends to become especially attached to you. maybe to someone else it would be a bigger concern, but in your eyes, this was only another opportunity to do more for your team.

that’s why you implemented the gold star redemption program to help motivate them. it was quite simple to follow, you had a chart with all of their names along with cute, slightly wonky doodles of them, and a list of ways to earn gold stars. from goals and assists to being on good behavior, whatever way they earn their stars, team members can then cash them in for certain prizes from you. the list had looked something like this…

2 ☆ = snack or drink of your choice 4 ☆ = a home cooked meal 5 ☆ = a kiss <3 7 ☆ = a massage <33 10 ☆ = private training session <333

the objective was to give incentives towards cooperation. not to mention, it’s always good to strengthen bonds with your team members. it seems, however, that you underestimated how much of your time this new system would take up. or maybe you just overestimated how easy it would be to keep up with the greedy desires of so many egoists at once.

ever since your arrival, anyone with eyes could see that isagi yoichi carried a torch for you. you let him talk your ear off for hours about tactics and players, never tired of his company or too busy for his rambles. it gets his heart thumping obnoxiously loud in his chest. so yoichi makes it his objective to dote on you as much as possible to try to make up for all the time you spend fussing over everybody else. always staying after practice to help you or walking you home. so when you start handing out stars for that kind of stuff, isagi is already making a steady income. he considers himself a gentleman, so at first he spends his stars on meals. and he’s more than happy to eat your cooking, stirring up all kinds of wifey fantasies in his head and enjoying his lunches with you. but at night, when he’s lying in bed, the big ticket item at the bottom of the prize board haunts him. and when he can’t take it anymore, he slips into your tiny little office that you share with the coach, a self-satisfied smile on his face when he lets you know that he just finished the stat sheets you asked him to fill out, earning him his tenth gold star. enough for one private training session.

in all the times you thought about sex with isagi, you’re not sure you ever pictured it to be like this. bent over your own desk, tennis skirt bunched up around your waist, your star player too eager to sink into your pussy to even push down your underwear. they stayed tugged to the side, thoroughly soaked from the way his hips meet yours in sloppy desperate thrusts. “i knew i needed to fuck you when i saw this skirt,” he confesses, eyes fixed to the point where you connect, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, “you’ve been tempting me all day, so be a good girl and take my cock, okay?” before you can respond he hooks a finger into the elastic of your panties to let it snap back against your skin, drawing a small yelp from you. he changs the angle to fuck you harder, deeper. you wonder if this could be the same sweet yoichi that carries your things and bashfully tells you your outfit looks good.

apparently that yoichi doesn’t exist once he’s balls deep inside you, all that’s left is the side of him you’ve only caught glimpses of when he’s dominating his opponents on the field. and if you thought that it was a chance encounter, you’re sorely mistaken as week after week isagi makes sure he earns his ten stars and you get to know just how mean he can be. his grip is always tight around your hair, whether it’s pulling and steering you into the position he wants or guiding your head down to take more of his dick. god forbid he asks you nicely for something like he always does when you’re not ‘training’. one time you even had the gall to suggest the idea to him and lived to regret it as now if you want anything from him, isagi is only accepting the most convincing of your begs. “c'mon princess, mind your manners, if you wanna cum then you’re gonna have to ask really nicely.” and no teary eyed puppy dog look will get you what you want, even when he makes getting your words out so difficult. truthfully, he never intends to be so hard on you, but having you crying and begging for his cock is the only way to soothe the devil on his shoulder that tries to tell him to take you for himself. in the aftermath, you start to recognize your yoichi again, sheepish in his apologies for how rough he was with you, kissing away the tears that run down your face. he’s lucky you’re too fucked out to charge him for them.

there’s not a world where you offer bachira meguru sexual favors in exchange for playing soccer and he says no. he was already gonna do that anyway, and now not only does he get to make even more of a game out of it, but his reward for winning is the cute little manager he’s had his eyes on for far too long? consider him sold. bachira knows it would be most fun for him to save up and have sex with you as soon as possible, but all of a sudden he has five and he’s itching for a kiss. one he decides to give you right before practice starts… in front of the whole team. but can you blame him? he’s already been waiting forever to feel those pretty glossed lips on his, you couldn’t really expect him to make it through the next few hours when he’s so close to getting what he wants. and you could maybe understand that, but was it really necessary to go for a full open-mouthed wet almost make out that left you panting when everyone’s eyes were already on you? you suspect not, but bachira doubles down, telling you it was of upmost importance that he got it in, else he wouldn’t be able to focus. he neglects to tell you that he overheard reo in the locker room talking about what he was gonna do now that he had five stars. shidou already made it very clear that he would be first to ten, so bachira had to be crafty in order to secure at least one first from you.

meguru was certainly one of the more needy players, right under nagi that required some form of encouragement every step of the way to get anything done. bachira usually does what you tell him to, but not without whining about deserving a prize for being good. quite frankly, you dread having to ask anything of him, because he is determined to be fully compensated for even the smallest of requests. even a task as easy as grabbing something on a high shelf was met with a cheeky smirk and a request for a kiss. and don’t think he’ll budge either, holding the item hostage if he thinks he can squeeze two out of you. it didn’t make it any easier that bachira didn’t possess a shy bone in his whole body, openly showering you in affection when the others were around, holding your hand and nuzzling his face into your collar. it was enough to make even a professional like you blush. he acted as if he was oblivious to the jealous stares of his friends, but the smug cat-like smirk he sends them and the way he only holds you tighter when you try to shyly brush him off gives him away. it may come as a surprise considering his reputation for being a bit delusional, but bachira tries to root himself in reality for once. he frequently reminds himself of the nature of your relationship and tries his best not let his imagination run wild with anything that would be beyond the boundaries you’ve clearly set. things like picturing himself taking you on dates, coming home to you at night, introducing you to his mom. they were all too dangerous to let his mind settle on them for too long.

and what better distraction than burying his face between your thighs. it’s hard to think of much when he hasn’t bothered to stop lapping at your cunt long enough to take a breath in a couple minutes. suffocating was the least of his concerns when the clench around his fingers lets him know your orgasm is just around the corner. meguru swears that your pathetic little whimpers and the slick dripping down his chin are like a straight hit of dopamine to his brain and he’s at real risk of addiction at this point. lidded amber eyes travel up to watch your expression twist into one of pleasure as you gasp out his name. now that catches his interest. when your vision clears and your brain is functioning again after that intense high, you search for his comfort as if you had done any of the hard work. but all you’re met with is that signature wild look that he gets when he brushing past the enemy team’s defense straight towards his goal. it’s your only warning that he’s far from tired and even farther from sated. “if i can keep going, so can you baby. i know you have more for me. jus’ need t’see you make that face one more time.” you have no room to protest, his tongue already finding your clit and working towards bringing you to the edge once again. by your fourth time cumming, you’re sobbing for a break and debating whether you should charge him four times over or give him a star for each one.

someone who was on board with your system from the second that you explained how it worked, was shidou ryusei. what better way to celebrate another one of his blood pumping, heart stopping performances than racing to the locker room to blow a load in his favorite girl while his teammates debrief with the coach? to him it was simple, you fuck him, you feed him, you take care of him, you spend time with him. shidou is, by all of his definitions, dating you. while some might be turned off by the idea of dating someone who isn’t offering exclusivity, he didn’t see it as much of an obstacle. not when he spent star stickers like a gambler on a slot machine, having you multiple times a week if the economy allowed it. and if he’s short a few, no worries, ryusei is quite the negotiator. it starts one week when he’s only missing a star or two, promising he’ll pay back the difference, you know he’s a good customer. it’s probably not a good idea to give in to him though, as the next time he wants a private training session, he’ll insist they’re only nine stars for him. he has made all kinds of fake coupons from 50% Off! to Buy One Get One Free! to even a homemade punch card in his own terrible handwriting. shidou was the first one to ever get a star taken away when he tried to give you an arby’s gift card in exchange for a blowjob. he didn’t try that tactic again.

the worst is when he tries to haggle in the middle of sex. your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his tip is kissing your cervix when he chooses to whine about not being able to kiss you because he has no stars left. he worked too hard to get good star credit, he can’t go into star debt!! “ and with his lips just hovering over yours, his hot breath fanning across your face, how could you say no? in a moment of weakness, you have unfortunately given an inch to shidou, infamous mile taker, and now it’s hard to get him to pay for any of his kisses, especially while he’s fucking you. you thank god that at the very least no one knows he’s been getting them for free… if only shidou would allow your life to be that easy. even worse than giving him an inch, you expected shidou to keep a secret. and you thought his big mouth was something you liked about him. until he’s using it to brag to everyone that he’s your favorite, practically your boyfriend, all because you let him get away with a smooch here and there. let’s just say you had to give out a lot of free kisses to smooth over the problem his bragging habits created.

honestly ryusei was starting to cause a lot of confusion outside of the team with his antics. what with his always hanging off your arm, giving you as much affection as you’d tolerate, calling you sweet nicknames. the people in your life were actually starting to believe you two were dating. not that shidou does anything to discourage such rumors, only grinning and agreeing every time someone mistakes you as a couple. hell, he was starting to get you confused, saying things during your training sessions that certainly didn’t fit the transactional nature of the act. “holy shit you’re so tight- love this pussy, l-love you so much. say my name. c’mon baby, say you love me and i’ll make you feel so fucking good.” and only because ryusei always makes good on his promises do you allow yourself another moment of weakness.

itoshi rin didn’t have much interest or faith in you upon first introduction. he sized you up as some nobody doing this whole manager thing as a fun extracurricular, so as long as you stayed out of his way he didn’t care what you did. with his luck, he shouldn’t be surprised that you were immediately in his way, extremely often, rambling to him about ideas and strategies that he had no intention on listening to. although even he could admit, he understood why the others were so easily charmed by you. he was wrong about how seriously you took your job. not that it changed anything. at least that’s what rin tells himself, but in reality your relentless efforts and endless dedication to supporting all of them was something that spoke to him, made him a bit soft for you. it didn’t help that you were his type in every sense of the word, your attractiveness doing nothing but make feigning indifference a lot harder for rin. your seemingly endless patience didn’t help either. you always responded in kind to all of rin’s harsh words and cold stares, never let his sour attitude deter your subtle acts of service like getting grass stains out of his uniform and making sure he stays unbothered during his yoga. against his will, he was slowly warming up to you, but you were still caught off guard when rin started cashing in his stars, even if it was just a meal. he had lots of them sitting idle on the chart waiting to be used, so you supposed it was only natural for him to get some free food out of it. but you were even more taken aback when a couple days later he requested a massage from you with insistence that he only asks because he’s been extremely tense as of late. which wasn’t entirely untrue. rin had been very tense. just not from anything soccer related like he’d like you to believe. he was tense from the stress of his budding feelings for you combined with the dread of knowing he probably will never have you all to himself. at least not with this stupid reward system in place.

he despises it. he absolutely hates going about his day knowing there are other guys, his shithead teammates, that are getting your time, attention, and affection for the price of a couple of stupid fucking stickers. he misses the days when shidou’s incessant bragging about how many times he was able to make you cum or bachira’s unnecessary details of what your pussy tastes like didn’t bother him. now his blood boils to hear them talk about you like that. that kind of anger makes it clear to him that being your friend was simply not an option anymore. which is how he settled on getting a massage from you. he would satisfy this overwhelming craving he has for you and go back to normal and be able to focus solely on becoming best in the world again without thoughts of you plaguing his mind. that was his hope going into it, but feeling your warm touch on his bare back, melting away years of untreated knots and neglected aches in his body, he could almost blush at the intimacy he feels. especially when that foreign kindness he loves so much is on display as you reassure him that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about and that you’re proud he finally put his pride aside long enough to let you help him. you’ve got him, hook, line, and sinker now. no use in struggling so hard, he supposes, as some part of him knows he’s doomed to fall sooner or later. perhaps it’s time to surrender. he fought a good fight, but his greed for you was candidly too tough of an opponent.

and to rin, surrender looked like asking you when’s the soonest he could book a private training session. you don’t think you could look any more shocked. rin had a quick turn around from someone you doubted even liked you, to someone reserving as much of your time as his stars could buy. the more often he was with you, the less time you spent giving those lukewarm brats the treatment he wants reserved for him. and he wishes he gave in a lot sooner when he feels the wet heat of your mouth around his cock for the first time. how fast he would’ve folded if he knew how pretty you would look on your knees for him. rin tried to be gentle and let you set the pace, but between hissing out curses and barely biting back moans, that same greed to get more from you has his hand twisting itself in your hair and pushing down on the back of your head. he couldn’t help it. and it was so worth it to watch you choke and sputter around his length but never pull away. he knew you weren’t a quitter. “shit, feels good… don’t stop,” he all but gasps, hips instinctively jumping to reach further down your throat, grip tightening when you try to come up for air. after a long moment of breathing through your nose you relax enough to let him ease himself the rest of the way in. rin sighs in relief when your nose finally presses against his pelvis. the way you look up at him starry-eyed and full of adoration made his chest feel heavy with desire to be the only one you ever look at. it drives him crazy that any guy on the team can see you like this, and that heartache has rin fucking your face to forget it. “fuckkk. don’t look away, eyes on me, g’nna cum in that pretty mouth.”

you couldn’t deny that your new attempt at encouraging the team had its kinks. while overall the amount of arguments that broke out between players lessened to keep on good star-earning behavior, you could tell that it came with its own set of tension creating problems. you also couldn’t deny that being pulled in every direction by men vying for your attention was both very time consuming and extremely gratifying, but you think you manage it well. save for when they were already pumped up with adrenaline from a game, that is when real issues arise. especially when a player from the enemy team thinks it’s a good idea to try and hit on the cute little lady holding the clipboard. fatal mistake.

it starts with your favorite pot stirrer, bachira, calling out from his position, making everyone else on the team aware of the situation. “no shot dude, she don’t want you! focus on losing!” you’re confident you can diffuse whatever is about to go down before you notice rin leaving the ball alone in centerfield to beeline straight towards you. threats are flying from his lips on approach, quick to get in the guy’s face, planting his hands on his shoulders to shove him back. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i’ll kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.” you think maybe you have a shot of getting rin under control if you just- your eyes widen in horror as a flash moves in from your peripheral. there are no words, just shidou drop kicking this poor stranger at top speed. you cringe as you watch shidou knocks this guy off his feet, cleats first, taking rin down with him. what a way to earn a red card.

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[nouearth]

lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).

wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!

notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!

request by: anonymous.

“you’re lying! you’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

“dude, like, ever?!” peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyone’s confusion. 

“not even when you were in kindergarten?” you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dick’s voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.

your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superhero—like a family of lemurs, a small one, you’d reckon.

“geez,” your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. “if i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldn’t have told you guys in confidence.”

“no, it’s just…” a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. “i mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but you’re not ugly.”

“i- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?” your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers. 

“w-what, no!“ he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. “wait- no, i mean, yes! it’s a compliment.”

you’ve always found it cute.

“i think what peter means is…” bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didn’t stop him from joining. “you’re handsome, he talks about it all the time.”

“dude...” peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities. 

“oops, my bad,” another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. “we find you handsome—though, i’m pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.”

“god,” you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. “can you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?”

yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, you’d even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.

“why?” peter turned back, almost offended, while dick’s laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. “is that weird?”

“kinda?” the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you again—hyenas. “i mean, i guess it’s because we’re so close now, so…”

“pft, that never stopped me,“ it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you weren’t dick—shameless and confident, you admired it on good days. 

nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular person’s first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.

dick’s gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he would’ve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. “come on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because we’re best friends now?

“dude, you think about me?” peter’s eyes widened. it would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t involved. you would’ve passed this off as a banter, no more than that. 

you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dick’s chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.

the day went on like usual. peter’s collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peter—like every friendship you’d imagine.

but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived. 

the next few days haven’t been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because you’d pick at your food while their voices—questions and comments—were ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.

was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldn’t help but let these thoughts run rampant.

no. no, it wasn’t. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.

you weren’t insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

“teach me.” you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peter’s very… very small coffee table.

“ah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!” dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth. 

you made a slight pout, only because they weren’t taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.

“with what?” peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.

“pete, you can still eat-“ you laughed, taking a bite of your food. 

“oh, thank god.” and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.

dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. “so, teach you what exactly?” he continued on. “fighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-“

“no, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?” 

“well, i’m guessing that’s why you came to us for training?” dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance. 

“guys, i don’t want to be a vigilante.” you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. “or a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.”

“hey, they’re not weird-“

“i want to…” it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. “learn what it’s like to kiss.”

peter choked on his glass of water.

you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peter’s widened eyes even when you look away. “handjobs, blowjobs, everything…”

and a piece of dick’s meatball was caught in his throat.

a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded. 

“so, you want us to teach you how to…” dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you weren’t sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. “kiss and… other things?”

“yeah,” you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. “i know, it’s weird. you don’t have to say yes or anything, it’s just-“

“is that why you’ve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone else’s behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moody—part of it, anyway. 

“mhm.” the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each other—of judgement, most likely.

and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and running—running as far from you as possible. “guys, wait, i’m sorry-“

you looked up and watched them dash to peter’s bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. “what are you-“

“first step, make sure you have good breath.” dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peter’s already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.

“atleastluntilhelikeyousenough” peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.

“uh-huh, okay… seems a little obvious, but…” you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth too—but also because of your best friends.

you can always count on them. 

“you ready?” dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment. 

“yes.” you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe you—to pacify you.

and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. “just stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.” he made you feel safe.

you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. “same with me.” “i will.” your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.

light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitement—your relief. 

it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.

unbeknownst to you, dick’s been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. “remember what i told you… build it up.” he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. “nice and slow.” 

peter’s palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.

“nice and slow…” dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. “that’s it.” it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dick’s breath ghosted on your skin.

“was that okay?” an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.

“a natural,” dick laughed, stroking your hair back and you’ve never see him so affectionate—loving, as he doted on you. “try it on peter. more touching though, if you’re okay with that.”

you nodded and turned your head, meeting peter’s gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. “I’m okay with that.”

“me too.” peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss. 

his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. “rub my chest, i like it when people do that.” peter whispered in between each kiss.

you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peter’s broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.

in the meantime, dick’s been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. he’s always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peter’s own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth. 

it was tantalizing—breath-taking— watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peter’s were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.

when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dick’s tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. “mmf...” you moaned out, breathing harder.

but just like dick, peter wasn’t finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peter’s arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war. 

they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.

lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.

through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peter’s bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. “i did say teach me everything…” his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.

“hey, hey,” dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. “you’re going to scare him, horn dog.” he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.

you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at all—just a moment of time that they’ll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you don’t remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.

the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.

you followed.

even though you were similar height to peter, he was stronger—they both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peter’s pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dick’s throbbed for something to fill—a porn scene come to life—and you were left agape, jaw and legs.

“kinda surprised we’ve never done this sooner,” peter said, you weren’t used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. “though, was hoping i’d have you to myself, but…” gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. “this works too.”

your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.

contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned. 

you didn’t know where to look—to fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.

that became more a problem—a dilemma—when you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attention—selfish and stubborn, like always. “are you sure this wasn’t a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.”

he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your body—chest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.

you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peter’s cock and he’d lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.

“no, i swear- it’s just-“ dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. “you guys made me feel safe, so…”

“well,” you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. “we are superheroes.”

you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dick’s mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.

“oh, fuck…” warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.

“it’s just like kissing,” he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethra—once again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. “but let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.”

“m-mm…” you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.

“every.” dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.

“fuck-“ you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.

“part.” holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they must’ve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licks—ardent and full of fervor.

and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.

“come on,” peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. “you learn best when you demonstrate what you’ve been taught.”

peter covered your view of dick, but you weren’t sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dick’s tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing. 

you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but it’s become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peter’s reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.

“how’s he doing, pete?” your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.

“he really is a natural.” peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. “you try.”

“fuck, yes.” dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasn’t slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.

as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dick’s was bigger, thicker—a mouth stretcher you’d imagine. but peter’s was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse. 

and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.

“look at you,” dick’s voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. “who knew you’d be such a cock lover, hm?” 

“he can’t get enough of it, god…” peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.

two hands kept dick’s cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldn’t mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dick’s smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.

“come on… (m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?” dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.

“you’re too comfortable now, (m/n). you’re slacking…” peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peter’s cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.

holy shit, this is happening.

like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. it’s buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.

when it was dick’s turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peter’s cock wasn’t left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.

“fuck, there we go…” occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. “there’s my star. taking cock like a good student.” 

if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whatever—whoever—entered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.

it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed more—something to fill you elsewhere that wasn’t your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could have—and they recognized it. 

peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but he’s always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peter’s cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.

“i’m going to assume we don’t need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?” dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peter’s original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.

“fuck, i need you guys so bad.” breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peter’s nice girth sliding in between the plump skin. 

he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. you’ve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasn’t a unit that was particularly focused.

in between preparation, your mouth remained on dick’s cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.

“i’ll go slow.” peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. “tell me if you want to stop.”

once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid in—burned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.

it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you don’t want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at them—they didn’t want to stop either. 

peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.

“oh- peter, right there, fuck.” your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back. 

“yeah? right here?” peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. “oh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck… so fucking tight”

“baby, you’re doing a great job, god…” your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. “i think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.”

for the first time, you felt wanted. 

peter’s thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dick’s cock, the sound of peter’s grunts, the flutter of dick’s eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peter’s forehead and body—the bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust. 

after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldn’t stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.

“fuck, better than i’ve ever imagined,” he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peter’s cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock again—no complaints. “still so tight, even after peter fucked you so hard…”

“it’s like he was made to be a whore, right?” such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time should’ve been like.

it wasn’t what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.

but this… you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dick’s muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.

this was… peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touch—to fuck.

dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peter’s long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you together—three, when peter fucked into your mouth. 

this was so much fucking better. 

“holy shit-“ under dick’s touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.

seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.

“fuck, i’m going to-“ you watched peter’s abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.

you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peter’s musk as well, and again—those holy bells rang.

with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dick’s mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you. 

dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peter’s for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peter’s, but most of it fell to your connected lips. 

“fuck, that’s hot…” dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peter’s, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.

he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peter’s when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didn’t know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.

“so, are lessons still on for next week or?” peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants. 

“i mean… i’m still up for it if you guys are?” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peter’s cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.

“mm... yeah.” dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off. 

“we’re good teachers, pete.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[thatsdemko]

feeling better - c.leclerc

masterlist

requested: y(ish)- “Hi! Sorry, can I make a shameless suggestion 🙈🤭 that some more husband Charles content like drought would be fun to say the least, sexy and cute as heck!”

p.s. - to the anon, I’m keeping your request around in my inbox in the event that this is 1. not what you wanted and 2. because I have other husband!charles fics in my drafts similar to drought that I think you might love xx

pairing: husband!charles leclerc x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of periods + oral (m receiving) + not intended for minors

a/n: inspired by @thisismeracing’s beautiful mick fic that I just can’t get out of my head! I’m not entirely proud of this smut! I haven’t wrote anything filthy in so long so I apologize I’m not into my groove, but I just love husband!charles and if anyone has any req’s for husband!charles lmk ;)

this is for all the period havers going thru a tough time rn (believe been there done that last week) xx

“so I’ve been thinking—“

“well that’s never good.”

“can I finish?” well he’s rather sassy today, you think to yourself.

shutting your phone off, you give him your undivided attention, “alright talk.”

Charles rolls his eyes thinking the same thing, those damn hormones of yours had a way of making your words rough on the edge and bitter at the tongue. but he finds it hot, he likes when you get a little grouchy and filled with an edge. it’s rare.

“since you’re not feeling well—“

“I never said I was—“

“ah that’s where you’re wrong.” a smirk tugs at his lips that he tries to contain as he takes the empty seat next to you on the couch, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out you’re on your period, and talking to my mother about it was where you failed.”

“well it shouldn’t take my husband that long to figure it out.” you bite back. being married for three years and having dated prior, you’d imagine by now he’d be an expert of knowing when that time of the month came around.

“you want to try again with a different tone?”

“you want to try me, leclerc?”

you stare each other down neither one of you backs down until he rolls his eyes and his shoulders soften, “can I just offer my help? or will you bite my head off?”

“depends,” you tilt your head, “what’s the offer?”

“sex. unless you’re too busy being an asshole then my dick is off the table.”

you let out a laugh that you can’t contain and throw your arms around his neck allowing his hand to wrap up under your shirt. his fingers move up and down your back, you notice his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when he discovers you’re not wearing a bra.

“no bra?” he says, but it comes out rather like a question. you watch the wheels turn in his head like it’s his lucky day.

“my boobs are sore.”

“let me take care of that.” he turns in his seat pressing a hard passionate kiss against your lips. you can feel the electricity of the kiss run down your spine and warm your insides up. your cold heart softens under him.

“I’m sorry I was mean—“

“shut up, I love it.” his breath is rigid in between the heat of your bodies against each other and from the sloppy kisses, “I like dirty.”

“it’s going to be a bitch to clean—“

“I’m not talking about that dirty.” he cuts you off. his hands yank your shirt over your head revealing your perky breasts. he stands up from the couch, carefully laying you down against the black leather cushions, “I’m talking about your mouth.”

his hand barely cups one of your breasts. it sends an ache through your body and a shiver down your spine as you try to relax. the look on your face reminds him to go easy, and he does. his mouth wraps around the nipple, tongue ever so ghostly swipes across your flesh.

you gasp at the sensitivity, begging for more of his tongue, “Charles,”

“too much?”

“so good.” you moan into his skin, mouth hovering over the crook of his neck he forgets how to breathe for a second.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask. carefully removing your shorts, you reveal the most unattractive pair of underwear you could be wearing. Charles doesn’t seem to notice or even care, he just nods along pulling out a condom that’s surely useless during this time.

“do you not want to have sex? I thought it would help? does it not? is the internet a liar—“

you rip the condom off his cock and just wrap your mouth around the tip getting him to shut up. his breath hitches, cock drips in precum, your warm tongue swirls, twirls, and slurps up every bit of him.

his ragged breathing fills your ears. your teeth gently press into the skin of his cock earning him to release right into your mouth. he watches you swallow with a smile on your face before leaning yourself back against the couch cushions.

“the internet was right, you girls are incredibly horny.”

“just horny for you,” you whisper wrapping your legs around his hips feeling his cock go straight for your clit.

there was no messing around. he had scoured the internet for hours and knew the best pleasure comes from the clit. and pleasure was all you ever asked for on your period, it’s too bad Mother Nature could never deliver what Charles was giving.

“horny for you, and your big dick.”

he slams into your clit again, a raspy moan exits your lips. you feel yourself coming undone underneath him. your legs shake, head becomes fuzzy until you release against him.

“merde,” he mutters under his breath, “I’ll be right back.” he gets up from the couch, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he leaves and soon comes back with a towel and a smile.

“you want a hot bath?”

“it’ll only be hot if you’re in there with me.” you reply feeling the rough material against your inner thighs not even daring to look at the mess.

“I’m always down for round two. especially in the tub.”

“well then don’t leave me hanging, let’s go.”

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[takamiwife]

puppy girl y/n

💌 this post is nsfw, mdni! <3 💌

💕 side note: i do have drafts of things yall have left me in my inbox. i don’t have a specific time for when they will be out, i just have had such little motivation lol. holidays + working + i think i need to up my meddies dose #seasonaldepressionsucksass (possibly tmi but it’s whatever i love yall). they’re not being ignored i just suck 🥲💕

tw // mentions of heat and breeding/pregnancy

okay but imagine kei dating you, who has a puppy quirk. like, fluffy ears that match your hair color that flop over your head, and an adorable tail that swishes back and forth. hey, it’s an easy way for him to tell your mood

it’s literally impossible for you to hide when you get excited or happy, because not only will your tail wag, but your butt moves with it gently. half the time you don’t even notice

sure, you can reach between your ears to scratch, but it’s so much better when he does it. his hands are soft yet rough enough at the same time and it just makes your brain go hfhhdjgnn

but of course you can’t help your heat. that’s the problem with having an animal-related mutant quirk. keigo loves it, because it always starts with you being extra clingy with him. sneaking under his arm while he’s reading or on his phone, your ears popping up as you nuzzle into his chest and cling to him for dear life, holding his arm whenever you have to go in public, and, he can’t lie, it’s pretty cute when you glare at other girls that talk to him or ask for pictures

i mean, you try to ignore your girlfriend standing aside as she stitches her brows together, trying to keep from bearing her teeth as her tail wags slowly while some innocent fans ask for pictures

he loves how much you need him

so when you get home and inevitably crawl on top of him, whining and whimpering as his hands slip under your pants, he can’t help but mumble into your skin

“my poor baby, you just need this so badly, don’t you?”

“don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of you. it’s not your fault you need to be bred, is it?”

and you shake your head, bucking your hips against his hand as his fingers rub lazy circles around your clit. it’s just enough to drive you insane.

watching you on your knees, your tail wagging back and forth as you eagerly suck his cock while he scratches your head and your ears, groaning out:

“good girl, you’re such a good girl for me.”

you can imagine it’s hard for him to control himself when you climb onto the bed, your face pressed into the mattress as your back arches, your perfect ass in the air. it’s hard to not cum right there while he pumps his cock

“this what you need baby? hm?” he asks, pressing his swollen tip against your weeping entrance, his lips close to your ear

“mhm! pl-pleaseeee, kei.. need- need it, need you..”

and who is he to turn you down?

i mean fuck you are just so tight and so, so fucking wet for him. poor thing, you still have to stretch around his big cock.

he grips the base of your tail, tugging it gently as you bounce back onto his hips.

“there we go, ‘atta girl.. that’s my girl..”

he praises you while he smacks your ass, relishing in the sound that echoes in the room

i mean, watching you pant and drool, your tongue poking out between your tiny fangs is really just the cherry on top. he pulls your hair back just to watch as you try to hold on, snaking his hand between your shaking legs to rub your reddened clit.

“need me to cum in you baby? hm? cmon, speak up for me.”

“yes, yes, yes! please! i need- need your cum, need it, i need it..!”

so of course he’s going to cum in you, spilling his load in your tight cunt.

oh, i’m sorry.. did you think he was done?

without even taking his cock out, he leans over, pressing his chest against your back, fucking his own cum into you

“‘m gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant..” he grunts. “that what you want? want me to fill you up til you’re knocked up? my good girl is gonna have my fuckin’ kids..”

and my god did he love feeling your cunt tighten around his cock.

“i know you’re gonna cum. why don’t you, hm? cum all over this big fucking cock, it’ll make me so happy, baby.. ‘cuz as soon as you cum i’m fillin’ you up again.”

and so you’d finally let the building pressure in your lower tummy go, letting a sheet-gripping, toe-curling orgasm wash over you

keigo grips your hips to a nearly bruise-forming degree, fucking into you at an un-intelligible pace.

“cumming, cumming, cumming..” he mumbles, lost in the feeling, lost in you and filling you to the brim.

wait, who was the one in heat again?

he bites down on your shoulder as he cums again, sure to leave it in a spot only he would see… but, no off the shoulder tops for you for a while <3

though you’re totally spent, he would completely spoil you after. anything you needed. warm wash cloth, making sure to clean up the mess the two of you made, all the cuddles you want, water, snacks, and of course something to put on the little mark he left.

man, he couldn’t wait til next month

[reclinepilled]

blue collar gf!abby

cw: abby takes care of reader, reader takes care of abby (idk if these are cw but ima still put them) smut, language, pet names (pretty, baby), unspecified whether reader is fem or masc

desc: abby returning the love reader gives her.

a/n: this is a draft i made upon creating my account. im gonna post it cus i hate how empty my blog is.. bear with me tho!😭 and thanks for the support guys! reblogs are appreciated <3

wc: 358

PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE.

blue collar gf!abby who picked up such a job just to make sure she could provide you with everything you need and much more.

blue collar gf!abby who will let you splurge as often as you want if she has the money.

blue collar gf!abby who encourages you to focus on school while she takes care of the hard labor, which took months of convincing due to how independent and stubborn you are.

blue collar gf!abby who breathes softly while she sleeps as you sneak out of bed to prepare her lunch extra early.

blue collar gf!abby who absolutely adores when you do, not only because you can cook so well but you always leave a cute note in them.

blue collar gf!abby who gets teased by her friends and coworkers for them because they always make her face heat up.

blue collar gf!abby who always comes home looking tired and rough, but something about her worn out state always gets you a little turned on.

blue collar gf!abby who comes home and tells you all about her day, groggily, and doesn’t forget to leave out the fact that her coworkers wish you’d make them lunch.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to cover you in butterfly kisses because of the hot bath you’ve prepared for her.

blue collar gf!abby, hair all wet, who swears she falls in love time and time again watching you cook a hearty dinner for her.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to spread you out on the bed and treat you for being such a sweet girl.

blue collar gf!abby who can’t help but to shower you in praises like, “fuck, you taste so good” “baby, you’re doing so well” “give me another one, pretty” while using her mouth to make you feel like you're in heaven.

blue collar gf!abby who never fails to give you aftercare despite her 8+ hour workdays.

blue collar gf!abby who wants to shower you in as much love as you do to her because you're her favorite girl <3.

reclinepilled

please do not plagiarize any of my works or post them on other websites without given permission !

[wonysugar]

you know the drill i fear.. BEFORE YOU GUYS YELL AT ME just know that i’m sorry and i’m trying incredibly hard to get all of my drafts done<//3 IT’S HARD WRITING WHEN NO INSPO HITS YOU OKAY… but for now, please accept some of these fresh drabbles, i’m sorryrjrnrnf

now… NOW…… mid 2023 sugar may or may not have possessed me on this fine morning because hellooo i miss short black bob chaewon BAD i need to eat her out and make her feel good desperately!

cw: waxplay, sensory play(??) i have no idea what to call it but she doesn’t let you touch herfkemf, vibrators, very light bondage

i’m so normal about these pictures omg the femme dom ever,,, the powerbottom to have ever powerbottom-ed this earth,,,, chaewon is the definition of cute girlfriend in the streets FREAKY HOE IN THE SHEETS CAUSEEEJFKS???

she has an obsession with your mouth she cannot help it! she just loves using it for her own pleasure i fear… feeling its moist surface on her wet swollen cunt whenever she’s needy for your touchcidkfk moaning at the slight contact :(( i am also a firm believer that she’d guide you to do it the way she likes it, BUT NOT USING WORDS; indeed, she’s perfectly content with forming a rough grip on your hair and pulling on it however she wants to and whenever she wants to. sometimes she even pulls you away from her pussy so just so she can see her wet slick on your stuck-out tongueckdkf looking at the string of mixed saliva and cum left between your muscle and her core…. giggling so hard rn guys

also SHE’D MOAN SO LOUDLY??:((( i know she sounds pretty i KNOW she does,, and so does she! she gets turned on by the sound of her own moaning, it’s only natural. the way your name rolls off her tongue so sweetly as she whines sounds like music to both your ears and hers. she’ll make sure you hear how good you’re making her feel, how good you’re being for herckdmfnd

now,, if we’re looking at the more RISQUÉ aspect of things.. oh she goes nuts i’m afraid.

OMG WHO SAID CANDLEWAX?? no but yeah on the days where she just feels like watching you squirm and struggle under her touch, she’ll just pull out the candlescisndn

NOW WALK WITH ME. she’s sitting in front of you, you’re laid down on the bed and your wrists are tied to the bed frame with her tie or smth because she’s an angry and frustrated office worker in my heart LEAVE ME ALONE. she knows how much you love touching her, and she knows how needy and whiny you get when you can’t. [devil emoji] SO NATURALLY! she has a vibrator nestled in between her legs and pressed onto her clit, barely even visible due to the oversized button up she has ongkemfm and she’s just pouring drops of candlewax on your naked stomach, the sight of you whining both at the delicious pain and the absence of her skin on you.

she’s moaning so loudly and staring at you with such lustfully hooded eyes, making it even harder for you not to wanna break free from the restraint of the tight tie and fuck her better than the vibrator ever will, like she rightfully deserves:((

also she totally degrades you in the process SORRY NOT SORRY!! she makes fun of you for the warm pool growing in between your legs, moaning how dirty and slutty you look getting wet by just watching her get off,, how you’re dripping for her even though she hasn’t even done anything expect burn you ahehehcjdkd calling you a ‘desperate fucking bitch’ and whatnot,,, laughing at you when you start crying and squirming whilst begging for her to untie you,,,,,, I’M UNWELL.

AND IF I SAY THAT SHE’D ALSO SET ASIDE THE VIBRATOR AT ONE POINT AND START SLOWLY FINGERING HERSELF IN FRONT OF YOU, TEASING YOU BY SPREADING HER WET FOLDS SO YOU CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING— [GUNSHOTS]

i fear she’d also describe to you how her fingers feel pumping in and out of her and moan your name in the process,, you’re just watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she fingerfucks herself?? oh girl at this point you’re just whimpering and sobbing like the pathetic whore she thinks you are, trying to subtly close your thighs and rub them together for any sort of friction:((

oh selfish chaewon save me…. save me selfish chaewon

[luvyeni]

❛BAD FOR ME❜ ( y. jeongin )

💬nias note: im still not over this look , this was sitting in my drafts for a minute...

p. toxicbf!jeongin x toxicfem!reader w. 2.7k+

— 𖦹 warnings. toxic relationships , reader gets into a fight, unprotected sex, oral ( m. receiving ), dirty talk, rough sex

— 𖦹 ( both of you know you're bad for each other but you can't help it ) !

“Are you going to the party?” You turned to your friend confused — the hell was she talking about? “Who’s party?”

Your friends furrowed their eyebrows in confusing. “Chan's having a coming home party, are you not coming?” You were even more confused. “Who came home?”

“Yah.” Your other friend said. “You know you don’t have to lie, we assumed you both got back together again.” The gears turned in your head again — then it finally hit you. “Jeongin.”

He got out? And he didn’t tell you? Was he serious, after everything you both went through he had the audacity to not tell you. “When did he get out?” You said, they were now confused. “You didn’t know he was out?” The look on your face was telling. “Y/n he’s been out for like 2 weeks.”

You were pissed off — you and jeongin’s relationship was rocky to say the least. You guys met almost 3 years ago, he worked at a tattoo shop you and your friends visited while drunk and stupid — a hour later you had a random heart tattoo on your thigh, but that’s a story for another time.

He was cute , and you were drunk and horny — that’s how you ended up fucking him in the closet of the shop, your relationship went from there.

Turns out that cute face was simply just a façade — turns out that tattoo job was a side hustle, a front if you will. Jeongin often made his money in illegal street racing and selling drugs with his friends. When you found out you weren’t upset — yeah you wished he would have a regular nine to five, but your liking for the boy triumph that.

Maybe that was a sign for you to run — to leave the boy alone, but you didn’t, and then how you found out how popular your boyfriend was in the scene.

You and jeongin both had jealousy issues, which wasn’t good and often left one of you being pulled off of someone at a party, yelling profanities at each other — usually ending up in a breakup. The breakup never last long though, it’s usually about a week before he’s climbing through your window because you refuse to let him in due to your stubbornness or you texting him under the impression that you want him to come get his shit out of your house, but he knows it’s  just your special way of saying come home and fuck me.

Was it toxic? Yes it was, but it was like you both couldn’t get enough of each other, both of you love to piss the other off, and then fuck each other like wild bunnies while getting high in the back seat of his car.

Coming back to recent times, three years later jeongin was still doing illegal shit — you told him he’d get caught up and get himself arrested, but he told you that you were being paranoid, so you let him be, not only a week later him and his friends were being dragged into the police station for street racing.

Right before then you both had gotten into a normal argument due to the fact that a girl who clearly knew you were together couldn’t keep her hands off him — which ended up with you throwing your drink in her face, dragging jeongin away. He yelled at you for being jealous, and you both went back and forth before chan ran over dragging the boy away, not before you slapped him telling him to never contact you.

That was 3 months ago, and normally that would answer your question on why he didn’t let you know he was out— but you knew how you and jeongin worked, and that’s what pissed you off, because you also knew who was doing this on purpose — to get a rise out of you.

“Y/n? you listening.” Your friend finally pulled you out of your rage filled thoughts. “I’m listening.” You said, trying to stop your eyes from twitching. “So are you going?” Your friend asked. “It’s at chans house later this evening.” You nodded, of course you were gonna be there. “Yeah i'll be there.”

You got dressed in your best — one of jeongin’ favorite, a short grey dress with a deep v cut, and accentuated your waist perfectly. You did your makeup, not much though, knowing regardless of what happens tonight it was gonna get messed up.

You waited for your friends to pick you up, climbing into the car, driving over to chan house where the party was. “It’s pretty crowded, I guess everyone missed them.” Your friend said, all three of you climbed out the car. “They’re drug dealers, if the drug dealers are in jail there’s no drugs — half the people here don’t even know who’s coming home party it is, they’re here for drugs and drinks.” You and your friends make your way into the house.

“You wanna get a drink before you go kill jeongin?” You made your way into the kitchen, the counter filled with many bottles of alcohol. You grab a random vodka bottle, pouring it into a cup. “You think you could keep it in the cup tonight?” You heard a familiar voice. “Fuck you seungmin.” You sneered.

He laughed, you rolled your eyes. “Why are you mad at me, what did I do?” He questioned, you scoffed. “Really, you’re gonna play dumb with me right now?” You said. “Chill don’t throw your drink on me, you guys business is none of my business.” He stepped back. “You still could’ve told me he was home.” You walked past him, bumping him on purpose. “Always such a dream to talk to.” He yelled back to you.

You were too fueled on anger as you go searching for him, drink in your hand. “Oh hey y/n.” Chan offered you a warm smile. “Where is he?” He frowned. “I told him to tell you I did, but you know how he is.” He said. “Where is he chan?” He pointed — you followed his finger, blood boiling at the sight. Jeongin stood against the wall, the same girl from the race standing in front of him, feeling up his arm.

He looked good, blonde streak in his curly hair, white tank top— your main weakness and denim shorts. He chewed on his lip ring, while drinking something from his cup, listening to the girl talk. “Is he fucking serious?” You were fuming, how fucking dare he? First he not tell you he’s home, now he’s all close with the girl who told him to stay away from multiple of times. “I’m gonna kill both of them.” You left chan alone screaming at much like seungmin. “Please don’t break anything again, please!”

Jeongin knew you were around here somewhere, word had gotten to him then moment you walked through the door — he was full on ready to find you so you both could go have angry makeup sex like always, you’d probably slap him for not telling you he’d been let out of jail and then you’d enjoy the party before going back to your house.

But he wanted to drag it on just a little longer, just to get back at you for not calling him while he was in jail and breaking up with him right as he was getting arrested — childish he knows, but so are you.

“Jeonginnie.” Hannah the girl whined, pulling on his arm. “pay attention to me.” He sighed,  looking at the girl trace his tattoos, it didn’t feel the same as when you did it, the way your stiletto nails dug into his skin. “Sorry.” He said.

“I finally got you away from that bitch and all to myself.” He rolled his eyes, if only she  knew he had no intention on leaving with her — not when his girl was here. “Yeah?” He played along still. “Yeah, im so glad you didn’t go back to her, and called me to meet you here.” He chuckled taking a sip of his drink. “You never know, she may be here.”

Before hannah could even say something, jeongin felt a tug, and suddenly hannah was on the ground. “What the fuck!” She shrieked, you stood above her, staring the boy down. “This was a new dress bitch.” You turned to the girl — he smirked taking a sip of his drink, just as he seen your hand go up, your drink being thrown into the girls face.

“How many times have I told you to stay away from him.” You climbed on top of her. “how many times do I have to beat it into you.” There was a crowd now, jeongin saw chan rubbing his temples, knowing who was in the center of the crowd — your friends close by just in case.

Jeongin loved when you got like this, it was sick but he didn’t care, he couldn’t help but get hard watching you claim him in front of everybody. “Jeongin.” Changbin called him, he laughed knowing what he wanted — he finished his drink, sitting it down on the table. “Okay that’s enough.” He picked you up, pulling you off the girl. “She’s bleeding, calm down psycho."

You felt your body being lifted up, and jeongin’s voice — adrenaline still flowing through your veins, you turned around slapping him right across his face. “You asshole.” He grabbed your hand. “somebody help her up.” He said before yanking you up the steps, away from everyone into a room.

“What the fuck is your problem.” He spat, you scoffed. “My problem? My problem, first you don’t tell me you were released, I had to find out two weeks later, then I find you cuddled up with that bitch, and im the one with the problem.”

“You told me not to contact you.” He said. “I told you to stop fucking racing also and stop talking to other bitches who clearly want to fuck you, but you don’t listen to that.” You snapped, he usually never let you go on this long, but he was just getting hornier and hornier as you fussed and cursed at him — your hair was as tussled, and your dress was bunched up due to your fight, your panties almost on display, chest was heaving up and down.

“Fucking asshole, you aren’t even listening.” You scoffed. “Fuck you.” You said about to walk past him — he grabbed you, slamming you up against the wall. “Fuck baby you’re so hot.” He said his voice low. “move jeongin.” You pushed him, but he grabbed both your arms. “Im done.”

He chuckled. “Yeah we both know that’s not true.” He said. “If it was you wouldn’t be so  pissed that I didn’t text you about my release.” There he went , chewing on the lip ring again. “nor would you have just beat a girl within a inch of her life for nothing if you were done.” He laughed.

“Just say you missed me.” He said, still holding your hands down. “Fuck you.” You spat, he rolled his eyes, he should’ve known you’d be like this. “Fine you want to be a bitch.” He let your hand go, grabbing your hair. “Guess I gotta fuck this attitude out of you, put you back in your place.”

You pushed at him, he jus tugged at your scalp, signaling you to stop. “Get on your fucking knees.” He pushed you down to knees, his hard cock straining against his shorts. “I swear if you fucking bite me again.” He undid his pants, pushing them to the ground alone with his underwear — his cock almost slapping you in the face.

“Be lucky if I don’t.” You hissed, he grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it on your lips. “open your fucking mouth.” He pushed himself into your mouth, groaning out in pleasure. “Fuck that’s it, suck my fucking cock.” He moaned.

He let you bob your head up and down on your own first — you moved slowly just to piss him off more. “Do it fucking right.” He pushed you all the way down on his cock. “Fuck, im gonna fuck your face.” He held your head steady, snapping his hip. “Shit.”

He moved his hips vastly, his balls slapping against the chin as you gagged and gurgled around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as he used your throat. “Look at you , making a mess on my dick, that’s all I had to do to shut you up is stuff my cock down your pretty throat.”

He groaned, throwing his head back. “fuck im gonna cum, gonna cum down your fucking throat.” He held your head down, your nose pressed against his pelvic bone, cumming down your throat. “Fuck take my cum down your throat.”

He let your hair go, pulling you off his cock. “Missed your mouth baby.” He said pulling you up. “Spent months just thinking about your mouth.” He tapped your thighs signaling you to jump. “Good because you’ll never get it again.” You still were a bit feisty, but he could tell you were horny and were doing this just to fuck with him.

“Please we both know you’d die without my cock.” He pulled your panties to the side. “That’s why your pussy is fucking sopping right now, you’re so fucking wet.” You bit your tongue, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. “Such a fucking brat baby.”

He pushed himself inside of you, he moaned out. “Sh-shit.” He cursed, he missed this, your cunt squeezing him. He was only in jail this time thankfully for 4 months, but 4 months without your sweet cunt felt like years to him. “Fuck!”

He held you up against the wall, fucking into your cunt. “come on.” He ran his lips against your neck, his lip ring running along your jugular. “Stop fighting it baby, you know you want to scream my name.” He chucked into your ear, before giving you one sharp thrust. “You know you missed, screaming my name, so scream.” He gave you another thrust — you whimpered, he smiled. “Scream.” He thrusted again, and this time you couldn’t hold it. “Jeongin fuck!”

He fucked into you, you gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin — he hissed at the pain, but it went straight to his cock. “That’s it, scream my name like the slut you are for me.” He growled. “My slut.”

You really missed this, the way he fucked you, those 4 months were painful without him, and getting yourself off with the fingers wasn’t enough. “Je-jeongin fuck, so fucking good.” He huffed, your cunt was tightening around him. “Yeah I can tell, your cunt is sucking me in.” he groaned.

“You go gonna cum?” He moaned. “gonna make a mess on my cock?” You nodded. “Yes.” You tugged at his hair, he groaned . “Never gonna get arrested again, I miss this cunt too much when im away.” He said. “Can’t be away from you for too long.”

“Jeongin -fuck- im-im gonna cum!” You shrieked. “Cum, cum so I can fill this pussy up  with my cum.” He groaned, you felt the band in your stomach tightening, then snapping. “FUCK!” you screamed, cumming.

“This pussy is mine, nobody is allowed to touch you.” He groaned. “I don’t care how much we fight, you’re my girl, you will always be my girl.” He moaned. “Fuck- go-gonna fill this pussy up.” He gave you a few more thrust, his cum flooding your womb. “Fuck, take my cum.”

You both were a breathless sweat mess. “This was such a welcome home.” You slapped his shoulder  “Fucking leave me like that again and don’t tell me you’re back, and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

He smirked, letting you down. “Yeah sure, you’d suffer right with me.” He said as you fix your dress. “And you didn’t have to beat that girl like that.” You rolled your eyes. “now she’ll have a black eye to remind her to stop fucking talking to you.”

“You’re bad for me baby.” He kissed you, you smiled sweetly. “Let’s go home and smoke.” You said taking his hand into yours

“So fucking bad."

©️LUVYENI

[0cta9on]

One Year of 0cta9on

Hello everyone! :]

Today marks exactly a year since I debuted as a writer! In an ideal world, I would’ve had some crazy story planned for today, but my current circumstances didn’t allow for that, so enjoy this semi-sappy yap session instead :>

I started writing during a particularly low point in my life where my mental health was in the gutters and I had an insane amount of free time. I’ve always liked imagining stories in my head, so the next obvious step was to start writing those stories down. Hence, 0cta9on was born :]

Channeling my energy into something creative provided me with a distraction from all the things that weighed on my mind and become a source of joy for me. While I know I’m not the best or most well-known writer in this community, seeing even a single comment on my work fills me with such an unexplainable amount of joy. To know that there’s people out there that enjoy the silly little stories I put out is genuinely insane in the best way possible <3

Since I’m mainly a fluff writer, I wasn’t sure what other writers in this community would think of me. But my worries were almost immediately quelled when I first joined the writer discord and became friends with a bunch of amazingly talented writers. Shout out to @msafterhours, @writerpeach, @octoberautumnbox, @gangplanksorenji, @prael, @kooyabooya, @okaylikeschaewon, @mintwithchoco, @defmaybe, @sinswithpleasure, @midnightdancingsol, @capslocked, @svndaysaweek, @usedpidemo, and of course many, many more for being so kind and welcoming <3

Recap of my past year of writing:

Wrote 8 chapters of Unlikely Duet, my cute little slice-of-life romance series starring best girl, Minji <3 Chapter 8 is the longest piece I’ve written so far at +18k words!

First Snow was the first fluff one shot I made. Rough around the edges, but we all start somewhere.

Beach Day and Good Idea were my first attempts at writing smut and they are… alright, I guess :> Part of me wants to go back and revise them, but I barely have the time and motivation to work on new drafts ;[

Masterpiece is still probably my favorite fluff one shot I’ve written so far, and while it’s not the best written by any means, I still really like how it turned out :]

FFF2+4 and Train Ride to Heaven for me marked the start of when I started becoming more comfortable writing smut. I’m still not that great, but it’s fun and I think that’s all that counts for me :]

Stuck with You was the first commission I ever did! Writing someone else’s idea is always difficult, but I’m glad the buyer liked the final product :]

Stroke of Luck was the first time I ever wrote a threesome. I think it went okay :>

Wrote And We Danced and Sunscreen for a fun prompt challenge hosted in the writer’s discord (You can thank @mintwithchoco and @msafterhours for these <3). The latter ended up turning into a quaint little mini series :]

Lessons was my second ever commission and my first attempt at femdom. While femdom isn’t really my thing, it was a fun challenge writing about something new and I really like the little gimmick I threw in there :]

I wrote Today, like, two days ago at 1am without much revising or editing (Shoutout @defmaybe for reading through it before I released <3). Go read it if you haven’t yet pls n thenk yew :>

Wrote 15 shorts from ideas submitted by you guys! Some of my favorite stories I’ve written have been shorts and they’re always nice when I’m low on ideas :]

While I likely won’t have anything out for a while, I think it’d be fun to pull back the curtain a little bit and hint at what I’ve been working on :]

🐰🦋// She’s just your coworker. Just that. Nothing else.

🐻👖// It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?!

🍁✨// Upcoming New Variety Show: Fan Date! Episode 1, starring [REDACTED]

🍔🧀// Time changes, but summer stays the same

I’ve run out of things to talk about, so this concludes my one year anniversary post :> Despite my unplanned and prolonged hiatus, I want y’all to know that I do NOT plan on retiring anytime soon. I have so many stories I still want to tell, whether you like it or not >:]

Have a good day/night and I love yall <3 Have a Minji :]

[whispereons]

Oracle!Reader Part 13

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 12, Part 14

Warning! As usual, there are descriptions of violence, gore, and death! Ya know, the usual yandere imposter sagau stuff.

Leaning against a tree, you finished the last volume in 'Hilichurl cultural custom'. It was definitely the most informative with the next being 'Hilichurl Ballad Section'. You didn't plan on studying the Hilichurl language but it could come in handy.

You just didn't bother finishing 'Draft Hilichurl ballads'. Ella Musk's rough translation paper in her commission would be far more helpful than that. The game screen is closed as you think back to what you memorized.

Hilichurls worshipped the elements rather than the Seven, which makes sense due to their Khaenri'ah bloodline. Could you use the elemental power in your possession to distract them? Would they recognize you as they can control elements or would the curse from Celestia interfere?

Twirling your sickle mindlessly you keep watch on the camp as hilichurls continuously walk around. A Mitachurl carrying a rock shield sat in the base as a Geo Samachurl helped construct a tower.

Actually, now that you think about it, isn't it kind of strange how this is your first time encountering a Hilichurl? One of the most common enemies that appears in almost every location, yet it's only when you purposefully search for one that you-

"Mimi ye?"

Jumping away from the tree in shock, a sharp gasp escapes you as you turn around, your sickle held firmly.  You resist the urge to raise it in defense.

A Hilichurl stands now in front of you with a crossbow, tilting its head. It would be cute if you weren't hyper-aware of the weapon in its hands. Relaxing your posture, the sickle in your hand is hanging to avoid making the hilichurl feel threatened.

"Hello, do you want something from me?" Awkwardly smiling at the masked creature, you speak slowly in hopes of not exciting it.

"Celi dada, mimi nunu!" It walks closer to you, making you cringe internally from the smell. It's not just a smell from bad hygiene, it smells like death.

"Are you curious about me? Do you want to see something cool?" You wait for it to react, which it does by strolling a bit closer before presenting your sickle.

It stops at the sight of the weapon and you watch nervously as its grip tightens on the crossbow. Hurriedly you push the Electro to crackle through the weapon but you don't swing it.

Not even as the Hilichurl begins to load an arrow.

"Nini movo muhe yoyo!" You repeat the few phrases that you drilled into your mind. The pronunciation is bad and the accent is horrible but the message is received by the Hilichurl.

The arrow is slowly removed from the crossbow as the Hilichurl points to the Electro and asks, "Eleka mimi-a-Domu?"

Racking your brain to recall what it's trying to ask you, you nod hastily. It wasn't attacking you so whatever it asked hopefully wasn't bad.

The Hilichurl begins to circle you as it gets closer, seemingly inspecting you. "Muhe ye! Mimi tomo!"

'Muhe ye' was something praiseworthy if you remembered correctly. It suddenly begins to push you towards the camp while repeating the same phrase.

Not willing to risk angering it, you let it push you down the hill and cross the small river of water. Your sickle disappears in gold specks before the other Hilichurls and Geo Samachurl spot you.

They all tense up with their weapons ready yet they don't attack until the Hilichurl pushes you in front of them. It begins to speak to the whole group loudly as they all peer at you from behind it.

"Mimi mosi ye mita!" Hilichurlian is spoken quickly as you look at the half-finished tower and the second tower that was completed. Could the towers be part of the worship they hold to Teyvat?

"Ya!?" The rock shield Mitachurl suddenly storms down the stairs from the main camp making you stare up at the Mitachurl in panic.

Shit, shit this was getting out of hand. Looking around the camp for some form of escape or distraction, the Samachurl stomps his staff onto the ground twice.

"Celi upa celi! Ye dada!" The Samachurl yells out, making the rest of the Hilichurls cheer and begin working faster on the second tower. You could hardly focus on that as the Mitachurl stops in front of you with a mean glare.

It towers over you with the rock shield looking almost as heavy as you. A snort of hot, stinky breath is pushed onto your face making your features scrunch up in disgust.

It begins to argue with the Samachurl as you recover from the horrid smell of the group. You weren't being attacked so that was a good sign, but how were you supposed to lead them away?

Multiple hands begin to drag you toward the half-built towers with their overgrown nails tickling your skin. Not wanting to be forced, you keep pace with the group. Looking down to not trip, you notice their feet.

It was kinda strange how they had five fingers but only three toes. The cloth-like fabric of their charcoal skin was also strange along with the horn-like features on their head. Perhaps the curse melted their clothing with them into one being? That would help explain why they wore so little clothing even in harsh climates.

The Hilichurls pushed you into helping with the tower construction, they all seemed enthusiastic to have you on board. Working with them, instead of fighting against them was far more ideal even if you had more work to do when it came to destroying the towers.

Not long after helping finish the tower, the Hilichurls and Samachurl celebrate. The Mitachurl sits on the perch on the base camp as the Samachurl begins to sway his staff.

"Eleka mimi-a-Domu~ Mita domu-a-dada!" As the Samachurl begins to sing, the hilichurls dance around both towers in sync. Sitting down you watch it curiously while keeping an eye on the Mitachurl.

"Mimi mosi ye mita!" From what the books said this song was supposed to be sung during festivals. What could they be celebrating?

A few Hilichurls arrive at the camp holding Geo clubs and shields. They pause at the sight of you until the Samachurl speaks to them, making them calm down.

One of them seems heavily injured and is escorted into the main camp with bleeding wounds. The smell of iron mingles unpleasantly with the sweat and dirt in the air. God, you regret having a working sense of smell.

The rest of the group brought back meat and rotting fruit? The meat was put to cook over the fire and the fruit was handed out. You only took a single fruit to be polite but it didn't smell... right.

It was a wet, overripe Sunsettia looking far more red than a normal orange Sunsettia. It was probably washed in the river but the water only made it muddy. You look around to see a whole basket brought to the Mitachurl who takes it with a huff.

"Ya celi mimi nunu!" The Samachurl exclaims before they all begin to eat. You try to put the dirt-speckled Sunsettia on the ground but the Samachurl stares at you with expectant eyes. It keeps the staring contest as the Mitachurl begins to look at you too.

Damn, you really didn't want to do this.

Smiling, you brush the mud off (that unfortunately smears it more) and try to ignore the gross possibilities of who and what touched the fruit. You chomp a good-sized bite and hold it in your mouth until the Samachurl nods in approval. The Samachurl begins to feast on his own Sunsettias and you try not to gag. You're about to spit out the piece in your mouth until the juice hits your tongue.

It's sweet. The slight bitterness is pleasant, if not familiar. Experimentally, you begin to chew on the fruit and savor the taste trying to recall what it is.

After a few more bites, you notice a weak burning sensation that travels down your throat. It's… alcohol? These Sunsettias are fermented. Not strong enough to get drunk off one, but after a few?

You look back to the Hilichurls and blanch at the empty basket. Now with what seems like the whole camp they resume the dance. The Mitachurl flops into the middle of the camp, dropping his empty basket.

The staff in the Geo Samachurls hands sways drunkenly as it sings loudly and off-key.

"Nini movo muhe yoyo! Nini movo mimi tomo~! Lata movo mosi yoyo, celi movo celi yoyo!"

Cringing, you finally got up and walked past the drunk Hilichurls. You could barely hear yourself think with all the noise, how were you supposed to plan with it?!

The only place within the Hilichurl camp that had a chance of keeping out the singing was the sole building. Casting a parting glance at the partying Hilichurls, you climb up the stairs and enter the hut.

The poor workmanship let drafts in as two lit torches kept it bright. The obnoxious singing gets quieter so you suppose the building served its purpose. A sole beat-up hilichurl lays on a straw make-shift matt, it groans in pain weakly.

You stop in the middle of the building, just a few steps away from the Hilichurl as you watch it. The question lingering in the back of your mind finally comes forth.

Why did you not want to harm the Hilichurls?

You had no problems attacking and even murdering people, yet your heart ached at the thought of hurting the cursed citizens. Was that it? Did you pity them to the point of refusal of harm? Or was it like you originally thought of the Hilichurl camp being too strong for you to face on your own?

Quietly, you take slow steps toward the Hilichurl, the torches cast your shadow to loom far above it as if swallowing it whole. Stretching out your hand your fingers inch closer to the wound winding down its back.

It must be in so much pain. Your fingers graze the cut just barely as you laugh at yourself. Were you always this hypocritical? Just yesterday you let a treasure hoarder bleed to death with his critical state, yet you tenderly touch this Hilichurl hoping that your power could heal it.

Even with your conflicting feelings, you smile as the Hilichurl begins to glow gold. If your touch was enough to heal it then Teyvat must recognize it as an animal rather than a human.

How sad...

The Hilichurl is quick to wake up once the light fades. A mumbled "Dala?" leaves it as it felt its body multiple times as if checking that it really was healed. It finally turns to look at you with a tense silence.

Smiling calmly, you stay standing as it shakily steps closer to you. "Unu, unu!" The Hilichurl falls onto its knees as it shouts loudly making you jump.

Loud thudding could be heard behind you. You looked behind you, a grimace on your face. This wasn't supposed to happen, what did it yell to the others?! You may have been against fighting them if you could avoid it, but between their life and yours, you come first.

Your sickle is summoned into a clenched hand as you move to turn around to face the sole entryway. Coarse hands grab your ankles and something rough lays on your feet. You freeze at the sight of the Hilichurl in a full bowing position at your feet with its cracked mask pressed against your feet.

Did it recognize you? Or is it simply trying to stop you and is still weak from its earlier injuries? Nerves aflame, you lift your sickle prepared to strike it down and start the fight.

The Hilichurls swarm the building making you freeze up. The Samachurl walks in with the Mitachurl trailing behind it. Attacking now would only lead you to being overwhelmed. All you can do is wait for them to make the first move. If only you remembered what unu meant!

The Samachurl speaks to the Hilichurl that is still clinging to your feet, yet the Hilichurl only repeats unu. That must have been the last straw for the Mitachurl as it yells with spittle hitting your shoulder. It grabs the Hilichurl and lifts it up into the air as you rub the spit off with a nauseating feeling.

The sound of the Samachurls staff dropping to the ground is what has you raising your head. Not a second later, all the Hilichurls get on their knees, yelling with enthusiasm.

"Unu! Unu! Yo unu!"

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that unu must mean something like god as lawa meant chief. There wasn't anything else they would bow to that wasn't a god. Even the mighty Mitachurl sets the Geo shield down to bow low enough that you stand taller than it.

If healing a single Hilichurl had this effect, then you never have to worry about Hilichurls again. This was just another thing to add to your growing list of plausible evidence for you being the Creator to use in the worst-case scenario.

Of course, this could be used against you just as easily. The Hilichurls are by technical means 'monsters'. The only people who know that they were once people are far too little. Some would even kill you to hide this fact...

With a heavy heart, you force yourself to remember not to let hilichurls know your identity from this point on. So many good opportunities are missed due to your stupid acolytes. You'll be stuck keeping this Hilichurl situation quiet for both you and the Hilichurl camp's sake.

Glum with disappointment, you resign yourself to finishing the commission and point out the tent. "All of you, follow me." With that, you leave the building as the Hilichurls rush to follow you.

There's no fear in your heart as you continue to speak while using hand signals to order them. Opening the map, you hum as you try to find a good spot to move them to. It would suck if they saw you destroy the towers and rebuild them before you get the reward for the job.

It takes a bit longer than you hoped due to the alcoholic fruit they consumed but soon enough they follow you farther south to the border of Tianqiu Valley. A nice open area is spotted and you stand there while pointing at the ground.

"Here, this will be your new home." The Hilichurls cheer and rush to work. You slide down to rest against a tree trunk. All you had to do was sit and wait until you saw a good chance to slip away.

Except, they just would not stop bugging you. Fruits, meat, flowers, and any relatively presentable objects were given to you constantly. It didn't help that the Mitachurl refused to leave your side after you winced at the sunbeam hitting your eye.

You had accepted all the gifts and mindlessly stuffed it all into your bag. It was a bit embarrassing to admit but the way they cheered and danced at your approval was nearly endearing. Keyword: nearly.

The stream of gifts came to a halt as the squishy sounds of slime padding along the grass came closer. A batch of big and small cryo slimes stared at the Hilichurls before jumping into the air to attack them.

The Mitachurl quickly leaves your side to attack them as the Hilichurls follow it into battle. Not a moment too soon either, the camp is almost done and you aren't sure if they would even let you leave at this rate.

It was a shame you had to miss watching the battle. Seeing the two most common mobs fight each other was a rare sight as they usually work together. With a bit of effort, you successfully escape without alerting the Hilichurls, smiling in anticipation at the sight of the old camp.

Electro is slashed at the tower as your sickle hits it repeatedly. The white winding tower breaks into a pile of rubble before you move on to the second one.

It's a little more difficult due to the wood pole that serves as a foundation but it comes crashing to the ground soon enough. In spite of your hits, the brown pole stays standing despite the marks you gave it.

Winded, you rest your hand against the pole and catch your breath. After a few minutes, you stand back up and raise your sickle to strike but stop at the sight of something interesting.

On the pole were the now translated words 'BELOVED CREATOR' in messy big writing.

That confirms it right? Not only do the people of Khaenri'ah worship you, but they also recognized you earlier. But if they were originally punished for refusing to be under a god then why did they suffer the same fate when they worshipped you?...

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Celestia wasn't intended to be a good or liked character in Genshin. Hoyoverse made it very clear that no one liked Celestia, so Celestia alone attacking the people of Khaenri'ah wasn't surprising, even in this world, but what about the Archons? What reason did they have to attack Khaenri'ah when the Archons worshipped you too?

Your mind spins with possibilities as your feet automatically head back to the newly built Hilichurl camp. After all, you couldn't leave them unsupervised when they knew your secret.

Besides being showered with gifts and what you assume are compliments isn't bad. You didn't have to worry about saying the wrong thing or acting suspicious around them. Their minds and bodies just weren't good enough to revolt against you. Still, it made you happy that you could relax around them with no consequences.

The camp should be made with lighter-colored trees due to the different environments. The stone flooring of the building would cool the temperature slightly along with whatever air slips in. They should be feasting on the food they gathered and celebrate your return. You would enjoy the positive attention that you haven't truly accepted since you arrived here as they sing and dance awfully.

So, why did the sound of weak gasps and clashing weapons fill the air? Why did the well-accustomed smell of blood overwhelm your nose to the point where you could taste it?

Your answer came in the form of a woman with flowing silk hair adorned with red ropes strangling a hilichurl till it went limp. The body hit the ground with a thud as it dissolved into ashes leaving a splatter of blood and a cracked mask.

The spear twirled in her gloved hands as the crane-like cape followed her body as she surveyed the area. Her clothes were dyed in dark red as the ruby liquid shined on the head of her spear. The crane-like beauty of Shenhe is lost on you as your eyes never stray from the bloody cracked masked.

Stumbling without care for whatever sounds you make, the bushes shake as you walk through. Shenhe looks in your direction indifferently as you emerge from the shadowy trees. Weapon at the ready, she speaks harshly like the worst winters.

"This is a dangerous area, go to Liyue and get any wounds treated."

She turns her head prepared to leave when a choked gasp escapes you. Head still angled to the ground, your features are hidden from view as she watches you.

"The Hilichurls, t-they took me. Did you really k-kill them all?" A shiver and soft sob wracks your body as you bend to clutch your knees for support.

"Yes, you can get help at Li-" Her dismissive words are cut off by your coughing fit. Tears spring to your eyes as you lift your head up letting her see your masked face.

She steps through the blood-stained grass as the horns, arrows, and scrolls break beneath her steps. There's a twist of a cap before a flask is pushed roughly into your mouth. The stale water that Shenhe clearly doesn't drink helps the bile in your mouth go down with a bad taste.

She brings it away and closes it as she barely glances at your face. She moves to leave again but your hand wraps around her upper arm tightly. Your voice shakes with emotion as you begin to speak.

"Those Hilichurls-s dragged me with them and thanks to y-you they're dead. They're really dead aren't they?!" Shenhe narrows her eyes in distrust at the way you finish your words.

"Goodbye." Emotionless as always she moves to wretch her arm out of your grasp but ends up gasping in pain instead. Her stomach bleeds into the black bodysuit as your sickle stabs her stomach. The grip you hold onto her is bruising as you stare up at her with indifference.

"They were only working on their home. Is it a crime for them to simply exist? You can't even understand your own existence, let alone empathize with another's. What right do you have to deny them the bare minimum in a world they didn't ask to live in?"

The words come out coldly as your teeth dig into your lips. The spear is stabbed into your right shoulder making you release her with a pained cry. She pushes you away, letting the blood flow out of your wound as you press your free hand onto it.

"You must be possessed by a demon." An ice talisman is summoned between her fingers as Cryo envelopes her weapon. The deep cut you left on her stomach continues to bleed but Shenhe ignores it. Meanwhile, you continue to press against your wound as the blood stains your hand.

Shenhe takes a step in your direction before a loud roar captures both your attention. The Mitachurl rushes in Shenhe's direction holding a brand new Geo shield. She steps back quickly but not fast enough to dodge the shield bash.

The satisfaction you get from watching her nose break and bleed is short-lived as her elemental burst is activated. The Mitachurl is already weak and once she's done with it, she'll be after you. It's that quick realization that has you running away from the area.

Wouldn't it be good to test if the statue of the seven could heal you? You skid to a stop at the old Hilichurl camp as you quickly bring up the game screen. As much as you would like to teleport without it, that requires you to remember what the location looked like, which you definitely can't with how fast your mind is racing.

The map is pulled up and you move to select the waypoint closest to the statue when your instincts scream at you. Something’s coming, something’s coming!

Letting your body lead, you dive to the left and grit your teeth at the pain of new scrapes forming. You watch in a mix of fascination and horror as it's overwhelmed by ice maidens. The near-death experience only leaves your nerves shot as you jump to your feet and continue running.

Shenhe already finished the Mitachurl, she's coming after you. The crackling of ice following and the lowering temperature are signs that only push you to escape faster.

The only exit of the area is a narrow gap between two mountains and you are distracted for a split second. The beautiful tree that rests over the sealed Azdaha overshadows you with every bit of grace you always imagined it would have.

"Transfiguration!" You didn't have Shenhe but it didn't take a genius to know she was going to use her skill. You can't keep running, not with these wounds. Not like you can fight her either no matter what creator buffs you get, it won't help you against the adepti's disciple.

From your right, you can hear the sound of crackling fire and Geo clashing. Swerving to the right, an ice talisman cuts your cheek but it's worth it as you spot Samachurl.

It's a huge hilichurl camp, at least two Mitachurls must be here! Grinning, you don't stop and hop over the shoddily made fence before it's destroyed by the cryo woman.

The camp is quick to begin attacking Shenhe as they must have judged that she was far more threatening. A Mitachurl holding an axe, and a shield bearing Mitachurl rush at the messy woman as you peek behind you.

Her lips are pulled into a snarl but her posture is clean as her spear weaves to hit any weak spots. Yeah, even with the Samachurl and Hilichurls supporting, you didn't have much time to escape.

You sneak into the now-empty Hilichurl hall-like building and pull up the screen. Impatiently you wait for it to load as the fighting continues on. It loads and you select the map quickly and find the waypoint on Qingyun Peak.

The noises abruptly stop before there's loud thudding as the whole area becomes cold. Panicking you press the 'teleport' button multiple times as the steps shake.

Iridescent eyes that hold boundless rage as the red ropes slip off meet your smug eyes as the light engulfs you.

Rubbing your eyelids as the light dies down to show beautiful scenery, you sit on a cold stone blankly. Just how dumb were you? Groaning, you flop backward and stare at the sky tiredly.

What a great idea it was to stab a homicidal overpowered woman with trust issues and only a small sense of morality. That makes it twice now that you were chased by braided-hair women that wield spears, except this time you knew better and could have prevented it completely.

But... you really didn't want to. If she had killed them after you said a proper goodbye then you would be upset but not like this. You wouldn't have been willing to employ that tactic again.

Just mentioning it seemed to direct your thoughts back to that day. Just like today, you had started to fully trust and unknowingly depend before they were taken away without warning.

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A young man stands with shaky hands as he stares at the now-dead body of the homeless man he shot. A panicked chuckle escapes him as his vision blurs and shakes at the sight.

No one would have to know. No one would even know. Nobody cares about the homeless, let alone a stray cat.

You're almost positive of that, that was his thought process before he spots you staring vacantly at your adoptive father and Ashtray. The only family that you had.

Tears burn your vision as you look at the gun in his hands. A weak laugh leaves you making the man stare at you nervously. You weren't even 18, yet you lost your father for the second time. The only difference was that you actually loved and remembered him.

"I really have to thank you, ya'know?" There's a slight voice crack when you speak but you smile at the guy despite it. "I mean, he was just soo annoying."

He smiles at your words, seeming to calm down at the friendliness and accepting nature you showed. "I know right? Constantly trying to convince everyone to 'make the most of your situation' or 'try to enjoy life while we have it' like what a fucking joke!"

His slimy laugh is accompanied by your fake laughter. It didn't feel real, you didn't want it to be real. Your feet carried you closer and your hand rests on his shoulder.

"Tell me about it. At least the old man's dead now! I can finally do the shit I wanna do." Your dad's blood from all the gunshots sticks to the nasty clothes and your filthy skin like paint. He didn't deserve to go like this, he deserved someone that isn't as selfish as you.

"Can you even guess half the stuff he made me do? Man, if I had access to a gun like that, shit he would have died way earlier!" The cockroach in human skin laughs and rests his palm on the alleyway side. A perfect match considering they're both utter shit.

"You're hilarious. How about this? I can introduce you to the guy that got me a hold of this, you can get it real cheap too! Of course, you'll need to pay me back in some way..."

You don't like that look in his eyes, you hate this man with passion you never knew you held until now. He's brought closer to you as you give a slight nod.

"But before that, I just gotta ask. I'm so fucking curious." Smiling with pride he lets you pull him closer.

"Sure, what is it? Just don't ask me for this gun, I paid a shit ton of money for it." Laughter rings out softly as every cell in your body resists the urge to strangle him.

"Don't worry man, I just wanted to ask." Your head tilts to the side closer to his ear as you whisper.

"Just how fucking dumb are you?"

Squelch

Your hand is bruising on his wrist that's holding his gun. Blood seeps out of his mouth as he coughs. The knife you thrusted into his chest where you hoped the heart was pulled out.

He gives his best to struggle the gun into a position he can shoot you but you didn't survive this long to be weak enough for that. The gun clatters loudly as it hits the floor, his mouth opens to scream but your arm gags him.

Bite marks litter your sleeve, hands punch and grab at anything but it's useless as you stab him again. Stabbing him repeatedly your fake grin twitches and twists into something unhinged.

It's useless to resist, your actions scream as you bring his dying body to the ground. A chuckle leaves you as you raise the knife high into the air and watch his eyes go wide with fear. It's cathartic, nearly healing, but you know nothing will heal you after this.

You stab him for what seemed like hours until his body is bloody with torn clothes. Bile and spit drip out of his mouth as his eyes stay open, his mouth frozen in a screaming formation.

Thoughts stab at your consciousness as you stumble over to your father's dead body. You could have just called the police and had him arrested. Maybe get one of the people who liked your dad to avenge him. You didn't have to do that.

But you did and you couldn't regret it. Resting your head on your father's chest as the tears and broken sobs are muffled in his clothes you continue to berate yourself.

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The blinding pain from your wounds is what drags you out of memory lane. The new wound from Shenhe isn't something you even want to see anymore. The lightheadedness you got from the blood you lost is making you dizzy.

Your medical kit is dug out and you apply the proper care for it. It hurts to even lift it but there's no one to help you so you push past the pain. Slowly, you walk to the edge and look down.

Cursing your bad luck you stare at the statue of the seven on a floating rock piece. Gliding was hard by itself, let alone landing on a small piece with such little experience.

Hissing in pain, you clutch the wound and close your eyes. You didn't have much of a choice, if you wait too long you might get permanent damage. What if the statue couldn't even heal you, you'd be losing time to get to Bubu's Pharmacy.

With a few insults to Shenhe, you deploy the glider and set for the statue. It's not that far and you land fairly easily. Good enough for your first solo glide.

With wary eyes, you inspect your surroundings before touching the statue. The glow it gives off is almost traumatic to your first day after getting thrown into Teyvat. You can only hope that this time you'll be able to handle the Archons better.

The puncture in your shoulder seals up nicely until not even a scar is left. The scrapes, laceration from Mountain Shaper, neck wounds from Cloud Retainer, and even some injuries you failed to notice heal up completely. You note the slight discomfort you feel from the wounds you didn't get to clean. It seems the statue can't deal with healing and preventing infections.

Even still everything you wanted to do is done now, it's best you leave before- "Pardon me."

A smile graces your face with ease as you turn around to face the handsome man. An overwhelming aura that silently demands respect paired with the manners of a humble citizen.

Zhongli's eyes glow with elemental power as he speaks with a voice that lulls you into a sense of security.

"Would you be willing to answer some questions?"

The only question is whether he came here as Zhongli or as the Geo Archon.

This one had a lot of different things going on. From the hilichurl to Shenhe and the long awaited Zhongli! I know there's a lot of components in my story and I hate to confuse you guys so I try to give little explanations when certain things become relevant. I am glad to get part of Y/N's backstory out! This is explaining the single life Y/N 'selfishly' killed before being thrown into Teyvat. I hope you guys enjoyed the gradual shift when it comes to gliding. First Ayato carried, then a team glide with the guys and finally Y/N by themself! Now I really need to start Fontaine before I'm spoiled by social media. I'm too curious for my own good. Yet again, my editor did good on this chapter despite how many times I was berated for normal mistakes. (If your name is italicized that means I couldn't tag you.) Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl , @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zenith, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx , @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling, @emilymikado, @pix-stuff, @esthelily, @luxie963, @emmbny, @millienolife, @kbar1013, @xxblackroses623xx, @chxrlxtteee, @aludicpoet

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

"Do they end up together?"

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: it's a bit rough but super cute!! it's been wayyyyy too long since i've written for him haha

The sound of rain echoed through the windows into the Gryffindor common room while the warmth from the fire fought off the cold draft. Y/N lay on the couch in front of the bright flames with her blanket tossed over her outstretched legs, her mug of tea had long gone cold sitting on the table beside her. 

“Whatcha reading there, Dove?”

Y/N jumped in her seat and stuffed the book behind the pillows on the couch. “Nothing,” she smiled up at the tall boy as he walked to stand in front of the fireplace. “Nothing.”

Remus eyed her suspiciously with a smirk and hummed. He threw himself on the couch beside her, moving his body to lay his head on her lap. He snatched the book from behind the pillows at his side and held it out of her reach. He chuckled when he saw the title, “It only took you how long?”

Y/N threw her head back and groaned while trying to shove him away from her. “I know I knooow, Rem. It really is a good book.” She could feel him roll his eyes. “Okay fine, you were right. You were right all along. Happy?” She looked back down at him only to find him already watching her.

He said nothing but smiled before he sat up and lifted her feet to place on his lap. “Very. Now, what part are you at?”

Y/N started explaining the scene, describing her favorite characters. Remus watched with a fond smile. “Who’s your favorite character?” she asked him when she finished her rant. 

She stared at Remus, dazed while she listened to him talk about his favorite characters and explain why all the while carefully avoiding spoilers for her. 

Her best friend since their first year and the only other sane person in their tight group of friends. Her fellow lover-of-books. Her confidant and shoulder to lean on. There isn’t a single problem she had had that Remus didn’t already know about. It would be a safe bet to assume that he knew more about her than she did. 

“I guess in summary I really like her as a character ‘cause she reminds me of you.” He grinned up at her smugly. 

“You cheeky bastard,” she muttered, trying to hide the blush crawling its way up her neck. 

“Only for you, Dove.”

His eyes bore into hers, bearing nothing but his playful and teasing nature. The warm glow of the slowly dying fire reflected in his chocolate eyes. Y/N knew she had to look away soon, she’d been staring for a few seconds too long now and time only continued to make its way by, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

Remus slowly leaned closer to her, moving his hand to rest by her side to support his weight.

“Does she actually remind you of me?” Y/N asked almost breathlessly, referring back to his favorite character. 

“I wouldn’t say so if the truth was otherwise,” he whispered back. 

She leaned closer to him and time seemed to lay still, the background noises of the few students still awake instantly became muffled in her ears. The fire’s warmth seemed to grow tenfold as she felt her face heat up. “Tell me, do they end up together?”

She was mesmerized as his lips curled into a smirk. “Who are we talking about now? You’re gonna have to clarify.”

“Oh shut up.” Her hands came up to hold both sides of his face as she finally brought her lips to his. The kiss was soft like they were testing the waters, but when neither of them pulled away Remus placed his hand on his waist and pulled her closer. Their lips fit together like a puzzle. 

Y/N hummed and moved her hands to the nape of his neck to pull gently at his baby hairs. 

“Finally!”

The pair jumped apart as if they were burned by each other’s touch. They turned to see James, Sirius, and Lily standing there with wide smiles and proud smirks. 

“I’d say it’s about time,” Lily laughed. 

Y/N groaned and buried her head in the cushions. “Lily…” she dragged out her friend's name purely out of embarrassment. 

Remus chuckled, “I’d have to agree with you, Lils.”

[notthecutesttrash]

Defiance

Content: It’s been a few months and Ghostface hasn’t visited since that day. Officially tired of it, you decide to go along with your friend who makes a date with a new alpha for you.

Trigger warnings: 18+ Smut, degradation, lots of blood, death, spanking, implied somnophilia, daddy kink, injury, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), implied stalking, mentions of knives, typical alpha/omega biology

Word count: 13.9k

PART 1

A phone rang beside your figure, disturbing your much peaceful-like silence. With a groan, your hands pulled at the painfully loud object. 

“Hello?” It sounded irritated at first, but you calmed down into a small curiosity. Silence. No noise on the end, not even a small thud to signify any existence. You knew not to get your hopes up, but instinctively your legs shuffled uncomfortably with high anticipation. 

Seconds passed, and still nothing, just sweet awkward silence. Huffing in disappointed frustration, you pulled the object away from your ear and as you were about to place it away, you heard an ushering “Hello..? Helllllo? Helllllloooo?” Recognizing the sound, you exhaled a quick breath of relief.

 “Hi, (F/n).” you exhaled another subconscious sigh, ear pressed against the phone once more. 

“(Y/n)! Thank god, it didn’t seem like my voice was working for a moment. Might’ve pressed mute, not sure. Either way, hey!” The woman spoke with excitement. Knowing her well, you were aware of how she had this mischievous little voice at the end of her words. 

A small flicker of disappointment struck your heart. You long ignored the sad feeling. It was a reoccurring issue since.. that night. 2 months passed, longer it felt even, and not one word.. not one lingering scent.. not a flicker of hope to reassure you about the strange masked man. You were beginning to feel as if it was one hell of a heat dream. 

You knew full well it wasn’t… although long since faded, the knot told you otherwise. Blinking back to reality, you gave out a small fake chuckle. 

“Right. So… what’s your plan? You want to go to a bar to pick up some sexy alphas?” You joked a small irritated feeling deep in your stomach churned at such a thought. 

“Hmmm.. no. Well… maybe.. depends on how your day goes.” The woman nearly broke out in a revealing giggle. Her excitement poured out of her words a little too much for your liking. 

“Uh huh.. and why would such a thing matter?” If you didn’t play into her guessing game soon, you knew the girl would have nearly lost it in patience, and this made you grin. 

A small huff was heard over the phone. “Wellll… I may have met a sexy alpha the other day… got his number.. said it was for a cute little omega such as yourself. He seemed excited, and hey, todayyy he seemed to be… strangely free. What ya thinkin’?” (F/n) beamed, sounding as if she had been at the edge of her seat. 

You continued to fiddle with the fabric of your shorts, picking at the designs one by one. Truthfully, you were hardly ever interested in her experience, but this time you glanced up, looked at the time, shrugged, and said, “Why not?” 

Gasping, the girl broke out with a shocked “Wait…what?! …. Really??!” 

A draft of irritation washed over as you turned your head to your kitchen counter, then over to the windows that showed a clear view of the outside. You mumbled to no one in particular, “It’s not like I’m reserved for any other alpha anyways.” A huff beneath your breath was apparent.  

You stayed silent for a moment before ignoring your anger. 

“Yes… BUT you’re helping me get ready.” 

“I’m on my way,” the woman ushered out in full confidence, causing a swift shared chuckle from both lines. 

Both of you uttered out quick goodbyes soon after. Your body stood up, suddenly feeling a flash of hope cross. 

Stepping in front of the mirror, your eyes took an instant notice of your rough bed ridden horrors. You lightly brushed your fingers through as much as you could. You didn’t think this would make you as excited as it strangely did, but you soon seemed to realize that your body was almost dancing at the thought of finally being able to forget about such occurrences. Your choices could’ve opened wide to any other alpha you wanted, and the thought made you practically laugh at the thought of the masked man. 

Humming happily with a small smile painted on your lips, you shook yourself out of your comfortable pajamas and stared out at your unused clothing. What to wear… you thought. Perhaps something sexy for a date of wine drinking.. perhaps for something fancy like a well-cut steak. Or perhaps something sweet and casual, for a little cafe. Maybe both. Something you assumed (F/n) would’ve thought of, was the idea of a regal yet comfortable bar. 

An omega in such a place could cause harsh dangers, so she always knew, that no matter how cute the date, she would always be there. At most, she had the choice to linger in the background, carefully yet happily watching. 

Time must’ve passed quickly because once the doorbell rang, you were forced out of your deep thoughts. Promptly, you made sure to throw something on before you opened the door to see your very excited friend. Your grin turned into confusion as you scanned over the unused bottle of assumed champagne in her hands. The woman cheerfully waltzed in and set the bottle at the nearest counter. 

“One, what the hell are you wearing? Two… ” her fingernails tapped at the cold bottle. She moved to wrap her arms around your form, pure giddiness exploding out. You shared the same expressions until your hand grabbed at the champagne, your face shifting straight. You didn’t need to say anything for her to quickly begin her reasoning. 

“Well, I decided.. if things go right, you can bring the man home and well.. enjoy yourselves.” She smiled with false innocence, her head bobbing to the side happily. 

“Please..” You snickered with a roll of your eyes, making for a swift turn towards your now messy room. The moment her eyes gazed upon the atmosphere she now was the one to give you a blank stare, hardly impressed with your options. 

“You were never good with choosing what to wear were you?” She sighed, hands at her hips, eyebrows raised sarcastically. 

“That’s why I have you.” You beamed with a ding, throwing a flattering shirt towards her form.

She caught it well, giving it a quick look and a hum…  It didn’t last long, and she rapidly flicked it to a messy pile of “definitely not” clothes. Her form moved to your closet, and her arms began searching as if it was her damn job. You sat upon your bed, watching how she moved, hearing how she muttered “no. Definitely not. Hmm.. maybe.. no.. yes..” Under her breaths, until she eventually found a flattering pick. 

She pressed it against your skin, forcing with gestures for you to get off your ass. This was an important matter clearly, and she wanted you to look at least damn good. (F/n) pressed the dress against your neck, lining it up perfectly so she could see where it falls and where it begins. The dress dropped down to your mid-thighs, its pinkish color making you stand out just a little, but still be a part of a group with its simple sweet design. 

“Something like this will do.” (F/n) nodded with affirmation, plucking at its design. 

You shrugged, lightly shooing her out of the room before you undressed once more. 

Allowing the soft fabric to glaze over your skin, you softly smiled, feeling much more shyly omega than you would have considered. Nonetheless, the color matched well with your hair, and although your bare legs were revealed, and it was a common sight, them being exposed because of a dress made you feel inevitably shyer. 

There was that lovely little submissive omega side of you coming out. 

You stood in front of the mirror a little longer, somewhat admiring the look of yourself. (F/n) whined her rushed words, and you soon got out of your dazed look, not realizing that your eyes were already blown out of proportion at the thought of being taken hard and nicely by a dominant alpha. A trickle of wetness produced and dripped slightly down your panties. 

A strange familiar scent made you curiously peak up at the window beside you. You weren’t sure why this was your instinctual thought. Either way, you couldn’t think of it for too long before you opened your door, letting the excited woman in. 

“Look at you! If I was an alpha I know I’d want to take you,” she jokingly purred. You awkwardly blushed, your legs pressing against each other sheepishly, fearful that your arousal might’ve been obvious. Body getting hot and flushed, you decided to change the subject. Quickly walking out to where the champagne bottle had been placed, your fingernails eagerly picked at its cold wrapper. 

Once (F/n) followed and gazed at the sight, a quick inevitable gasp caused her to rush up to you and nearly slap your greedy hands away. 

“No no no, absolutely not.” She said, cradling the bottle as if it was her child, away from my sight. 

“Not even just a little..?” You fake pouted, eyes growing wider. 

“I don’t think so, sweetie. Your nonsense doesn’t work on us betas. But nice try. This is for later.” The girl placed it back down, her hand patting at it. 

“Hmm.. but what if there was no later?” You hummed, your body swinging side to side, your sweet dress following along with it. It almost made you feel like a princess. 

“And you wonder why you don’t want to go out and meet new alphas.” (F/n) shot at you sarcastically. 

A small laugh escaped, but it soon drifted into a deep sudden thought. If only the true reason wasn’t so strange and horrid sounding. 

“Okay (Y/n), he’ll be about there in 20 minutes or so. Are you ready to be treated like a queen?” She mused half-jokingly. Before you could even muster an answer, she spoke with small anger.

“I’ll make sure on my damn life he will.” You knew she was serious, considering she was giving you a deep gaze. You only nodded. 

Her mouth opened to speak once more, but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the all too familiar phone ring. Exhaling a sigh, you gestured away for a moment, taking time to move to your living room. Once you grabbed the phone, you answered with honey, tiptoeing with excitement. 

“Hello?” 

"Omega..” 

Your heart leaped into your throat, and suddenly your feet dropped. 

“What is my sweet little omega doing today?” 

 You inhale sharply, your heart begins to stammer with quick fear. The tone was deep.. familiar.. terrifyingly cold and secretly irritated. It was to the point where it felt as if the man behind the tone might as well just have stabbed you himself. It didn’t help that your cunt might have gotten fearfully aroused. You didn’t say a single word, frozen in every emotion you might’ve thought of. 

“(Y/n)! Who is it?!” (F/n) shouted from the kitchen, a sound of shuffling evident. 

With that, you took it as an instinctual need to slam the phone down into its receiver as fast as you could. “Nothing.. just.. wrong number!” You exhaled shakily to yourself, walking away from the room to where (F/n) was. She was grabbing at your mother and your father’s kitchenware, poking and prodding around. “It’s a good thing your parents are almost always never home. Imagine what they would do if they found a big bottle of champagne in your kitchen with some hot alpha stranger,” she spoke all while shoving a giant spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. 

You said nothing, unable to muster out any thought. Continuing to breathe erratically, you moved to your window, as if you were perhaps fearful that someone or something might be there. 

“Are you okay?” (F/n) knitted her eyebrows together, voice laced with worry. 

“Yeah.. just… weird.” You couldn’t say much else but she simply just shrugged it off, nodding away. 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Anyways.. are we gonna go?” You rushed to say, your eyes glued to the woman in somewhat hidden fear. 

She nodded. “Let’s do it.”

She placed the champagne into the fridge comfortably, then grabbed her keys. You were still frantically looking out of every window within your radius, all while trying to casually follow (F/n) to the door. 

Once more, as you were about to take a few more steps, the phone rang. 

“Again?” (F/n) threw her hands in the air with a groan and a quick roll to her eyes. “I’ll be in the car, just answer it real quick.” 

You contemplated on whether or not to truly ignore it once she had turned away… or to use this opportunity to ask why, to get angry and yell that the son of a bitch left you and had the nerve to call now when you were finally about to have fun again. With an angered huff, you walked back to the phone, your hands wrapping around it with a pause. An indecisive fear rushed once more, but you swallowed it back and pushed the phone to your ear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare (Y/n).”

It didn’t take more than a second for a deeply upset alpha to be heard. The words were supposed to anger you, supposed to make you feel a raging determination. But instead, you instinctively whimpered out, the omega in you feeling painfully complacent, an urging desire to please. Wetness poured down your panties at the thought of staying here, waiting until the masked assailant would come back and fuck you horribly raw for hours. 

A quick thought of anger recoiled into you. This is your time to show that you’re not just gonna be a desperate little omega waiting around for your ass of an alpha. Your rational side struck in, and the black of your eyes and the wetness of your twitching pussy calmed quickly. 

“Remember what I said ome-“ you slammed the phone into its receiver once more. Your omega side was getting desperate, but luckily you were filled with enough anger to slightly ignore it. 

Remember what? You hissed to yourself angrily, your stomped steps leaving a loud trail behind you. The nerve this man had, to call you after months. To have the nerve to knot you and leave his apparent “sweet little omega” alone. The door slammed behind you and you couldn’t help but noticeably tense up your facial features. He was out there, fucking omega after omega, probably using his little stupid getup to make sure no woman could chase after him. 

A large, deep furious boiling envy overtook you. Your thoughts were racing one after another, not realizing you reached the car that (F/n) had been calmly waiting in. 

She turned to you, “Are you sure you’re okay? Who was it on the phone? You look pissed. Like someone cheated on you pissed.” Her brows once more scrunched in worry and confusion. 

You bit your tongue, holding back every little bit of retort that revealed what that whole situation was. Exhaling a sigh, you stepped inside the vehicle and made sure to simply keep your angry thoughts in the back of your head. “Dude just won’t stop calling the wrong number,” you half-joked in an attempt to ease the conversation. 

“Maybe “dude” just wanted to hear your cute little voice.” She poked at your side, teasing as she buckled in. Playfully rolling your eyes, you turned to gaze out your window, lingering on the trees outside your house. “You know what they say, the moment you get taken every hottie in town suddenly calls you up.” She chuckled, her hands grabbing at the steering wheel. Humming in response, your peering quickly stopped once your house was beginning to get further and further. 

Once the place was long gone from your head and eyes, your worries slipped away, and you once more began to remember why you truly were here in the first place. Your conversations made your mind settle with ease, and (F/n)’s demeanor caused some oblivious happiness within you. The omega within you was once more anxious.. yet aroused at the thought of meeting another alpha. 

“All right (Y/n) you got this.” (F/n) smiled reassuringly, patting your arm as you both unbuckled your seats and stepped within a radius of what you correctly assumed was a pretty-looking bar. The anxiousness settled within your stomach, in turn, you exhaled a rough sigh. There were a few whiffs of scents that crossed your nose, one that smelled like pure ash and cigarettes which almost made you scrunch up in disgust. 

It was when your feet stepped into the area, that you hummed at the sweet smell of cinnamon, perhaps a vanilla even. (F/n) silently gestured to the man as lowly as she could, and with her last words she parted from you, meddling into a seat far enough but still in perfect view. Throwing her a look once you had sat down freely next to the man, he gave you a look as if to disregard you. It was an awkward second before he had looked over your form once more. This time it lingered, and surely he could smell you as much as you could him. 

“You must be that beautiful omega that (F/n) was telling me about.” The man spoke, a rather sexy grin spreading, his head tilting in intrigue. 

A small blush spread across your cheeks, and you shyly tucked your hair to your ear. Eyes ogling at one another, his gaze appeared as if it was drinking at the sight of you. You could tell he was thinking harsh things considering his scent shifted strongly, causing your heat to tingle with excitement. With slight blackened eyes, he licked at his lips before taking a long sip of his drink, a sexy groan following. 

The arousal already between your legs was obvious, and so was his.  

“What’s your name?” You asked innocently, head tilting with genuine curiosity. 

He hummed at this, smiling in a way that got your pussy tingling. The silky name rolled off his tongue with ease. 

“(Y/n)” you responded shyly, curling your legs tighter.

“Pretty name,” he smiled. Thinking nothing of it, you smiled back. 

“Want a taste?” The man pulled his drink towards you, his eyebrow raising. 

You thought for a moment, before shrugging. Lips wrapping around where his once was, warm arousal in your abdomen surged to your sex. The liquid slipped in, and you savored it sweetly as it hit your tongue. It was cold, refreshing with a thin tinge of grape. It wasn’t as rough as you expected, and you took another sip, soon moaning out your approval. The burn in your throat lasted for a few small seconds. 

You were oblivious to the arousal you gave him, and you were too innocent to realize how his eyes were darkening by the second. Once you handed him his drink back, you proceeded to order the same. 

“What is it?” You asked after eventually receiving a copy of his glass. 

 “Ciroc,” he mused with a dark tone. You blinked at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle deep. That response ignited a small instinctive hitched breath from your form. Luckily you were able to hide… some of your pure attraction.

 “It’s vodka, sweet omega.” He said, smiling down at you with such a piercing look that you were sure he could read right through you.

Muttering out an “Oh,” your shy gaze dropped from his dominating peering, a trickle of wetness pouring into your already-soaked panties. You awkwardly sipped at your drink, too shy to glimpse back at his eyes. At the simple gesture of not meeting his gaze, his orbs blackened more so, surely thinking what a sweet, and perfectly submissive little omega you were. 

The smell of your sex caused him to groan out huskily. Taking another long gulp of his drink, he breathed in such a way as if to signify that he was losing his mind. You took another shared sip of your drink, eyes peeking towards (F/n). She glanced away as soon as your eyes met, a grin spreading wide upon her proud features. 

It was silent for a moment, but it wasn’t awkward. It was knowing, and the air was filled with a musk scent that a few others couldn’t help but turn their heads to. Betas or not, it was obvious what was happening between a clear alpha and unclaimed omega. It was until about halfway of being finished with your drink, that you decided. 

“Do.. “ you paused, catching his dark gaze once more. His attention was fully on you, and that wasn’t changing anytime soon. “Do you… want to get out of here..maybe.. go to my place?” You shyly asked, fiddling with your fingers, eyes stuck on the man in front of you. 

The man grabbed at your drink and downed every last bit of liquid there was. He ushered the bartender over and pulled out his wallet. Something so simple, such as his counting was aggressive and filled with arousal. He handed what he needed over to the other man, paying for what seemed like much more than just yours and his drink. How much did he have before you arrived? 

His hand grabbed at yours, and this prompted you to get off your seat and follow. You rotated to (F/n) and she swiftly did the same, following after she practically slammed her change on the table. When you were outside again, the day had gotten already so dark, and you could tell it was soon about to be night within perhaps an hour. 

The alpha looked impatient, and within a second he turned around to you, his lips smashed into yours. It tasted of hard liquor and from this, you hummed. Your hand lightly wrapping around the back of his neck, pushing him in for more. A low growl came from his throat, and a soft whimper followed from your own. 

“Hey, hey, before you two go crazy on each other…” Both of your features couldn’t help but irritatingly stop and turn to the voice of (F/n) who was holding her hands up as if she was innocent. 

She gestured to you, throwing you her keys. You caught them and pulled away shyly, exhaling a shaky aroused breath. It was obvious that both you and the alpha wanted to do whatever you wanted to do instantaneously. The thought of having to wait at most about 10 minutes or so, shouldn’t have seemed like it was a big deal, but for both a very aroused omega and alpha to sit together not doing a single thing to another for even two minutes, that sounded like torture.

Both you and the man hadn’t made a move, and you simply stayed silent. She gazed at your forms, able to tell that a heavy whiff of impatience and arousal poured into the atmosphere. So much so that you’d basically just fuck in the car.

(F/n) sighed. “All right, give me the keys. You two better hold it in your pants.” She huffed, rounding to the driver’s seat. You sheepishly followed, your hands together at your legs. The man grunted at the unfortunate plan of not only (F/n) there, but the thought of simply having to be patient for a moment before the definite plan of fucking you senseless. 

The woman patted the passenger seat with a stern stare as if she was purposely pulling you two away from one another, knowing full well what would happen if you both were in the backseats. 

The man grumbled and although he was breathing heavily both out of need and heavy impatience, he silently moved to sit in the seat. You moved to the back seat, sitting in the middle, your gaze down to your feet. Tightly, your legs were pressed to one another, afraid that your arousal would pour down your thighs and onto the leather.

The silence was painful once (F/n) had begun to calmly drive. Surely, your mind and his were clouded with lust, the thoughts of taking, or being taken repeating. The man’s leg was impatiently bouncing up and down. 

The alpha’s heavy breathing and soft growls were clouding your mind. Your heat was drenching your panties even more at the thought of stepping inside your house and instantly being fucked as hard as the man could muster. 

Your nose inhaled as much as it could to get every little scent of the alpha. Eyes closing and head rolling to your side, you nearly dropped on the seats. The instinctive need to slip your fingers down your cunt, to roll around at your clit, was becoming difficult to ignore. The harsh omega within you nearly slipped as many times as it could, before your nearing smaller and smaller rational side, exclaimed loudly to hold back. 

“Hey hey.. (Y/n).” Your eyes fluttered, blinking tiredly up at (F/n). The car was unmoving, parked perfectly at your house. How long were you just sitting there thinking? 

“Come on girl, get up.” She gestured at you, moving down to talk closer to your ear. “You got a sexy alpha waiting for you.”

Nearly moaning, your wobbly legs arose, moving towards your front door. (F/n) didn’t follow, and instead, she simply waved at both of your figures, shouting a nonchalant “Have fun!” She was quick to wink, sitting back in the car to drive off as fast as she could. Your hands were grabbing at your keys, attempting poorly to unlock the door.

The alpha moved against your back dangerously close, his mouth at your neck, growling and nearly biting into claim you. You weren’t even inside yet and your legs felt weak, mouth sputtering with harsh moans. Eventually, through many long seconds, you managed to open the door, and as quickly as it was opened, it was closed with both of your bodies now pressed against each other into a melted kiss. Your back was against the door, and your legs instinctively wrapped around the alpha’s body, hands desperately clutching on his back. 

His erection prodded at your sex, and with this, he made sure to grind against you real hard. You squealed out a whimpered “Alpha!” 

Growling once more, his lips didn’t stop kissing yours for what felt like minutes until he finally pulled away. It allowed you to pant for a long moment as he began to eagerly kiss your neck, licking along your beautiful unclaimed spot. You couldn’t ponder anything over the heated arousal and the wave of pleasure that he sent you with a single kiss.

You took a whiff through your nose, and a long moan poured from your lips. Continuing to inhale to achieve the same bliss, a small smile tugged at your lips. You did it once more, and with each time that you did, it was getting stranger and stranger.

Ultimately your eyes opened, and your focus drifted not to the kissing of the man on you, but the strange scents that were mixing. It smelt.. strong, so very strong, but it didn’t seem as if it was coming from the alpha practically on top of you. 

In a way.. it smelt like it was.. behind his form. It was as if there was a thick musk surrounding him in a perfect barrier. The alpha in front of you was beginning to lose his unique aroma.. in truth, you weren’t sure what his smell was anymore.

You couldn’t help but drown in this new smell, your moans now belonging to the lovely scent that you were inhaling like a drug. You lost notice of how the alpha at your neck was lightly sinking his teeth in. 

“Mmm..” Soft breaths of yours filled the atmosphere, and the alpha tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling your form and his away from the wall and into another room. His gaze caught your living room, and he swiftly pulled you over to the location and greedily threw you on the couch with him on top of you. Your legs softened tightened him, and soon you realized he was still tasting and licking at your neck, his teeth inching more and more in. 

This caused you to inevitably pause. The omega within you was going insane, it was finally going to get what it needed. 

A small voice screamed No. 

This isn’t what you wanted. 

“Wait..” You muttered out, your hands on his shoulders. He only growled in return, continuing even more so. His teeth grazed your neck too deep for your liking. Half of you started to panic as much as you could before your instinctual need to be claimed had gotten out of control. “W-Wait… alpha..” You tried to mutter out through your desperate moans.

Once again, no response, and this time when you felt his teeth, you craned your neck back, crying out loud in pleasure. Your mind was becoming cloudy, and you only managed to whimper out a few “no’s” before you submitted into your quivering need. Your legs clamped around him as hard as could be, and the sinking displeasure grew painfully quiet.

The man raised his head and looked deep into your needy yet desperate tearful orbs. “Omegas don’t talk back to their alphas.” These words were dark and at any other point It would have been upsetting.. but in instantaneous response, you nodded your head, pleasure and heat overwhelming your mind. 

He furthered the treatment upon your neck, sinking back into a comfortable place. Your eyes closed, delving into the man’s passion. The voice in your head said nothing other than how you needed this claim. Your nose inhaled a large beautiful whiff of that same sexy scent.. it was delicious and even closer than before.

His teeth began to dig in deep, and as you were about to scream out a “yes!” Every action ceased. The man grunted loudly out of character, and he felt unusually stiff. When you blinked open your eyes in soft confusion, they widened, and a gasp caused you to nearly scream out. The man on top of you choked out stuttering breaths, his body raising as he observed the scene. The tip of a deep familiar knife evident through his chest poked through, blood pouring around the sudden wound. 

You violently quivered as not a second passed before the same weapon yanked out and jabbed through another part of the man’s body… The man choked out globs of red over the pink of your dress. Breath caught, and throat dry, your quivering shocked eyes stuck to the man above you.

Your eyes gazed deep into one another, his orbs were filled with sudden shock of pain, pure horrid confusion. He couldn’t mutter a syllable as the blade was taken out once more, only to stab into his back continuously. Again.. and again.. and again.. it was sickening, and all you could do was watch as your stomach violently churned. 

Red splattered at your lips, and the alpha body poured out with blood.. so much blood, and with each jab, the splatter flicked at your features.

You took in a sharp inhale, tears cascading down your cheeks as you began to grasp even a moment of the scene. The man coughed up once more until it looked as if the light had faded from his eyes. No words were made as he fell limp. His torso swung to the floor, and when you had managed to glimpse up.. your throat tightened in horror.

Tears were pouring down your terrified orbs that had caught with an all too familiar masked figure. 

Ghostface tilted his head, his right hand gripping a horribly bloody knife. His left hand moved in a slow mocking wave, and although you couldn’t see it, an evil grin felt as if it was painting his face. The adrenaline of your fight or flight response took off, and instinctively you raced off the couch, fear burning and hammering into your heart. 

“Oh come on now (Y/n), don’t run. It’ll only make this a lot harder.” 

Ignoring the voice, you dashed to your front door, knowing full well that if you ran to the phone it wouldn’t end up in your favor. Your heart was racing as you slammed it open, and you were soon darting through the grass and trees that littered your area.

Sticks and rocks were hitting your clothed feet, the darkness pouring around your figure made it impossibly easy to see nothing ahead of you. Running continuously as far as your legs could take you, your torn blurry eyes made it so that a few dangerous branches and trees, were hardly noticeable.

Breathing frantically, the blistering cold atmosphere whipping at your face made the air feel impossibly thin. Time felt as if it was slow, oh so slow as you were terrified of being caught. No matter how much distance you made, you needed more, you were sure he was hot on your tail, ready to dig his blade into your back. Your breaths were short and you were on the verge of hyperventilating. 

You took a deep inhale through your nose as much as you could while sprinting, and when you had smelt possibly nothing, you only calmed down slightly. Hand grasping the bark of a tree, your body paused for a moment just for your aching panic to hammer deep into your chest. When you were beginning to sprint once more to make way for much distance, you realized there was a terrible gnawing pain in your stomach, followed by a pain in your tightened chest for every deep inhale you took. 

A crack in the nearby area caused instantaneous fear, and with this, you made sure to ignore every bit of your clenching muscles. Direction mattered less, and for all you cared, you could run into a ditch that was up ahead. The determination in your body became constant, striving to sprint as fast as your legs could. 

Eyes beginning to get impossibly cloudy, and pace becoming a little slower, you panted without realizing how loud you must’ve sounded. The nearing scent of alpha was surrounding closer and closer. Forcing yourself to break out into an even faster dash, and your exhausted muscles were crying out. 

A crack beneath your feet caused you to hiss out in yelped pain, forcing an inevitable pause. A shard of what felt like glass lodged itself deep into your foot. The crinkles increased in sound when your body met with the cold forest ground. A harsh jab hit then hit at your bare knee. 

Whimpering out, you bit at your hand to keep yourself quiet. A large instantaneous fear wracked your body. The recent memory of blood splattering on your face and seeing the light fall from the man’s face before you surged in your head. The omega within you poured out in sobs, tears pathetically streaming at the fear of what would happen if the alpha found you. 

It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was terrible. 

Tears poured out, and even with a chunk of your hand lodged deep in your mouth, you couldn’t help but whine out loud, the pain of your cut foot searing across your leg. You panted out hot breaths, your hand grabbing at the tree near your fallen form. With every last bit of strength you had, your fingers held tight and clamped down. Quickly, you forcefully stood yourself up. 

The moment your cut bloody skin had even remotely touched the ground, you squealed with pain. Your toes curled, and although this caused more blood to trickle down, you mustered up the courage to continue. Both feet hit against the floor, and with a hiss, you only managed to move a few steps. 

The air around you overflowed with that same lovely yet terrifying scent. It was overpowering and you subconsciously whimpered, helpless, your eyes becoming blackened at just the thought of him nearing your figure. With a poor attempt to shake it off, you stepped forward slowly. The aroma became stronger and stronger. Your sex was throbbing and the fear of disobeying your alpha so heavily was impulsively making you stop in your tracks. 

Don’t give in, don’t give in.. the rational voice in your head screamed out, rapidly thinning away in seconds. 

Leather-like hands snaked their way to the nape of your neck, slowly wrapping around to your front. The scent was terrifyingly strong, your legs trembled, your pussy ached, and your stomach churned. The masked man leaned down, his lips close to your ear. 

“I fucking told you.” 

You shivered with fear at his harsh tone. A soft whimper followed once his fingers graced your hair. Growing smaller and smaller the more he had caressed, you instinctively turned to him, sheepish. The masked figure was an inch away from your quivering form. You could feel his cold angry gaze, and from this you shrunk, your fearful gaze moving to the ground in response. 

“Look what happened because you didn’t fucking listen little one.” He grabbed at your chin and harshly forced you to look at him. Tears were straining in your eyes. Even with your attempts to keep a stronghold, a few escaped through the thinning barricade. There was a strong anger burning in his silky voice and you quivered, terrified. The remaining peering made your body burn with discomfort. Yet mainly saddened by your alpha’s extreme disappointment, you bit at your lip, holding a barely remaining effort to glare at him back. 

Ghostface tilted his head as if knowing you were attempting to challenge him. There's an unmoving scrutinization, and he coiled your strands in his finger so menacingly slow. This action gets your touch-starved side quivering in arousal. The more you stared back, the more the omega within you exploded out. Tears eventually burst in cascades from your eyes. 

The masked man’s fingers moved to play at your hair teasingly. “Little omega can’t be good for her daddy can she..?” He was apathetic once he finally saw you break. This cruel tone made your chest wrack more with continuous sobs. 

His fingers wiped away at a few of the wet streams, almost more irritated at the sight of the pathetic tears. 

“Maybe that’s a good thing… I like a little fight anyways.” Ghostface snickered lowly to himself. His masked features inched closer to your wet cheeks, voice darkening. 

“But.. maybe I should have let the asshole claim you. Knot you deep so you could live your little serene life in a plain home with 4 pups.” His finger prickled at his sharp bloody blade, tone dark and amused at seeing your heart stammer in response. Instinctively you shook your head, your blown-out orbs pleaded with his, practically begging for the alpha to forgive you. 

“No? You don’t like that?” He teased, knowing well that it was causing more of your desperate tears to stream. You shook your head a desperate no once more, your choked cries causing you to struggle with your breaths. 

“Say it.” 

You sniffed, attempting hard not to break out in more tears. “N-N-No..” 

“So is my sweet little girl going to be all good for me?” 

You nodded your head in response quickly. He stayed silent, and your broken voice responded with a stuttering “Yes..” 

“Yes, what?” 

“Y-Yes Daddy..I-I..” Sniffling, you attempted to rub away at your continuous cries.  

“Hmm.. I’m still not sure you can.” He challenges further, and although you knew at this point he was just being cruel, your throat tightened in response. 

“N-No.. I-I am..!” You managed to argue out before more tears broke out into weeps.  

“Are what?” He shot back quickly, unphased by the desperate sight. 

You inhaled as much as you could to calm your chest.  “I-I.. can be.. good..I-I swear… I a-am good.” You struggled to rasp out through your hiccuped cries. Gaping, you peered into where his gaze would be, seeking any emotion, any form of approval. As expected you received nothing.

“Hmm..” Still, he seemed unamused. His knife trailed at your chest lightly. This choked out more sobs, not because you were afraid he was going to jab the blade in, but fearful that he would leave you in this cold forest once and for all.

You disobeyed your alpha, let another touch you, kiss you, nearly claim you, all because of your anger. Ghostface stepped back, head tilting slightly to observe the cut at your knee. Blood dripped down your leg, reaching your drenched red sock, covering your foot that looked more harmed than anything. 

“Fucking clumsy omega,” The masked man hissed, moving his arms to swiftly pull you over his back with little to no struggle. Your stomach pushed against his shoulder, and you muffled a whimper when his hand grabbed at your ass.

Ghostface began to walk, and you didn’t know where he was taking you, but you were terrified. You hiccuped into him as you tried to breathe through your stuffy nose, and nothing in you tried to struggle, instead, you were just clutching onto his cloak desperately, afraid the alpha was going to let go of you forever. 

The shock of your sore wounded body came into effect, and you began to hiss at the pain of the deep cut on your foot. Still, the anxiety of him leaving you stung more than any bit of pain could. Continuous snot and tears drenched the back of his cloak as your face pushed into him, begging and pleading. You didn’t know how long you were sobbing into him truthfully, but it seemed as if forever had passed.

A door opened and closed, and Ghostface tugged at your form, and your rear instantaneously hit against a mattress that sprung you back up. Your back hit against a wall with a light thud, and you whimpered when the man pulled the bloody sock away from your wounded foot.

You quickly realized that you were in the comfort of your room, and the man had set you on your bed. Ghostface was peering at your cuts, seeing how there were small shards of what looked to be glass stuck in the wound. The masked man walked away for a moment, leaving you confused. Your panicked tears calmed down slightly once he came back with what looked to be a first aid kit taken from your medicine cabinet. 

How did he know where that was? 

The thought was pushed away when he grabbed a small pair of tweezers and moved it towards your knee. You instinctively moved away. “No!” You yelped, terribly afraid of how harsh the pain would be. The man exhaled a more patient yet still irritable sigh. He peered into your frightened orbs.

“If I don’t do this, you’re going to be in a lot more pain soon,” the man reasoned dangerously. It almost sounded like a threat, but the omega within you trusted your alpha with your life, and you hesitantly nodded, relaxing. 

“Good girl,” he eased, and your stammering heart fluttered, Blinking down at his form, your tears quieted for a moment as he had moved the object to your knee. 

Did he mean that..? 

You sniffed and wiped away at your wet cheeks, a newfound hope deep within your heart. 

It didn’t last for long as you felt a sharp digging inside your skin, and you groaned out loud in recoil. The metal object moved inside your bloody cut as if it was searching for anything in particular. A warm liquid rushed down your leg and although you were attempting to hide your uttering squeals, a loud cry escaped when a shard of glass cut deeper into your skin. 

The instant relief that followed after once he grabbed and took it out, was enough for you to ease. The pain began promptly again when he repeated the action to scan for other shards. When nothing was found, he moved to your numb-like foot. You didn’t feel as much there as you should’ve. You began to softly whine to yourself, easing into a ball of helpless cries. 

The anesthetic that he rubbed on you afterward was cold, soothing, and not as harsh as you expected. He did it well as if he’d done such a thing a thousand times over. The man wrapped bandages around your wounded areas, and he did this so expertly that your eventually blurred calmer orbs began gazing over him, your heart blooming at the idea of your alpha taking care of you so well. 

When he was about done tying up the last bit of the bandages, he simply glimpsed up at you, then moved to stand tall before you. You had forgotten how much taller he was than you, and because of your sitting form, you raised your head to look up at him. His fingers moved to your lips, rubbing at your skin, erupting a shaky hitched breath from your teary self. 

Ghostface continued rubbing his thumb against you. The urge to suck at him was impossible to ignore when he had teasingly entered only slightly, just to take it away and repeat. Your breaths were struggling to keep up with his fingers, and you didn’t realize that your tongue was desperately attempting to drag against him. Tears were still softly pouring down your eyes, and yet your need desired so plainly to taste the sweet tangy leather. 

“Such a filthy little slut.” Ghostface declared a matter of factly, dipping his thumb over your tongue, this time keeping it there. 

With a pout, you calmly pressed your tongue and moved at his still thumb. You horrendously cringed, shivering with disgust. A terrible metal-like tasting liquid dripped against your tongue. You knew it wasn’t just your blood, and the thought made you revolt.

Continuous tears spilled from your eyes at the thought of such a horrid thing. You felt sickened for what was on him. Yet.. the instinctual need to keep sucking on it, made your pussy tingle with excitement. Remaining silent, he observed as you sucked up his thumb greedily with both disgust and need flashing across your face. A chuckle was heard, and you gazed up at him, orbs blackened.

He dipped his other bloody fingers in. You gave out an inevitable moan of disgust. Nonetheless, once it settled over your tongue, you began to hum softly, licking around the shape of his fingers quickly.

The silence remained, and eventually, your continuous lapping slowed. The stammering in your chest calmed significantly, and the tears drifting out had paused, leaving only your wet flushed cheeks. Your focus only shifted to the filthy yet somehow delicious taste of the leather over your alphas fingers, leaving your panicked state soon, hushed and needy.

This was disgusting.. so terribly wrong… yet so frighteningly good 

Your pussy tightened at the impulsive imagination of loving sex with your alpha. His unmoving gaze was strong, and his breaths were darker. Moaning softly, you continued to suck and lick at his now clean-covered fingers.

You ogled up at him, desperate (e/c) spheres, hoping with such a needy gaze that he could see you were begging for him to fuck you through your arousal, and to continue even after. A growl burned in his throat, and with this, his fingers swiftly pulled away from your desperate tongue. You whimpered at the removal.

“Take off your dress,” he demanded with ice, concluding a swift end to your whines. 

“Now.” It was such a tone that you feared the outcome too, and that was all it took before you nodded. Sheepishly your form stood up with a small hiss of lingering pain over your foot and knee. It was bearable and not nearly as harsh as you had recalled a moment ago. Hands clutching at your bloody spotted dress, you slowly flipped it over your form, and threw it at the ground. Timidly your legs crossed, your pretty pink bra and drenched panties within clear sight.

Ghostface’s fingers trailed at the fabric over your breasts and you exhaled a hitched shaky breath. His knee moved in between your legs, forcefully separating them. You submitted effortlessly and he angled his mask to your wet thighs, your thin panties nearly displaying the throbbing pussy beneath it. 

“And to think that asshole was trying to get all of this for himself,” there was a dark chuckle that left him, genuine amusement in his silky voice. Fingers moved at your chin, and he gently moved your features to his level, your shy dilated orbs gawking into where you assumed his would be.

“I fucking own you.. got that?” He spoke lowly, irritated, fingers moving to your lips once more. Your legs attempted to cross at the throbbing arousal, and you quivered at the thought. Bowing your head in agreement, he moved to your ear, whispering so darkly that chills ran down your spine. 

“Next time I won’t hesitate to punish my little omega.” The pout was evident and he darkly laughed. “But.. if princess is a good girl then there won’t be a next time. Right?” You shook your head in response.  

“Say it.” 

“N-No Daddy… there won’t be a next time..” You whispered sweetly, voice still evidently cracking and stuttering from your previous sobs. Your focus was glued to his mask, and he hummed in approval, his blade suddenly snapping at your bra. It fell in pieces to the floor, and you instinctively attempted to cover your shy breasts.

Hand moving towards your arms, he pushed them away effortlessly, fingers moving at your tender nipples. You hissed out, moaning through your teeth as he wrapped his hand around, and gave a swift tight squeeze. A surge of arousal rushed down to your heat, and a loud moan poured from your lips like honey.

The same blade flicked at your panties, and you instinctively pouted at the thought of the set you had bought now going into the trash. The fabric slipped down your legs, your wet sex throbbed in response, and you could feel the man giving you a hungry ogling. 

“I should make you suck my cock after all that. My little omega doesn’t deserve any more.” You instinctively moaned at the threat, the idea of his cock deep in your throat struck such elation. Chuckling darkly, his fingers graced your gaping lips, moving towards your tongue.

“You’d still love that wouldn’t you?” Without hesitation you moaned in approval, tongue circling his leather glove. 

The masked killer hummed, “Of course, you would, such a slutty girl.” Saying nothing, you continued to stare up at him, neither denying nor confirming. 

“I’ve been enjoying seeing you walk around in those cute little panties of yours every day.” Gasping not in disbelief of him stalking you, but as to why he never visited, you moved to speak and he cut you off, moving impossibly close to your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you raw for a long time now… and to see this little shit get so close to you, makes me want to ram you against the wall and pound your insides until you’re begging me to stop.“ Moving away from your quivering figure that was cherishing the idea, he gave you a condescending pat on your cheek.

“But, I’m not going to do that-“ your body slumped and your lips opened in a saddened retort. “I’m not going to fill up your pussy with every bit of cum I have inside of me… I know my sweet omega would love that too much..”

“But that’s not-!” The man’s gloved finger hovered over your lips, warning you to be swiftly quieted. A quick pout befell. 

“If my omega continues to be good again, then I’ll fuck her senseless. But for now.. that’s not the case.. is it?” Ghostface’s tone was ridiculing, and surely a smug mean smile was painted on his lips. Orbs dropping in disappointment, tears prickled at your eyes, lips pursing. 

“Is it? Omega?” 

“No..” your sad small voice whispered out, a tear trailing down. 

“Good girl..” He purred, trailing his voice wickedly, allowing your heart to flutter only slightly. To say you weren’t good, then to call you such right after was cruel.

His leather fingers trailed downwards, moving slowly towards your aching pussy. Your breath caught in your throat unexpectedly, eyes trailing at the man’s empty sockets. He watched your needy expressions, your anticipation dripping in your sex impatiently. 

Ghostface dipped his masked fingers into your folds, softly.. slowly..  toying with your wetness. A shy moan escaped, and your face moved swiftly towards his neck. Your hands wrapped around, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips longingly into his fingers. All rational sense of questioning had vanished as you had begun melting into his hands.

His slight simple touches caused your desperate trembling pussy to clench around nothing, as he continuously dipped his fingers only slightly in, to quickly take them out. Erratically, moaning into his neck, your tongue graced over the fabric. The man took the time to inhale, and with this, he lulled out a delicious-sounding grunt. The smell of yours colliding with his, only caused his stiff dick to twitch more. Feeling this, you bit at your lip, a past statement of his echoing in your head. 

You moved away from him, and you could feel the confusion through the black holes of his mask. Knees touching the floor, you met his eyes with black wide pupils. Everything in you desired to make your alpha happy with you again, if he wasn’t, you just wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

Your pleading fixation made it clear you desired this probably more than he did, you wanted to make him happy, you needed for him to groan as he stretched your mouth wide with his cock. Knowing what you wanted, he stayed silent, as if contemplating through the arousal you innocently were giving him. 

"Please Daddy.. I'll be good again, please.. let me, please… I’ll…” Pausing, your tongue nearly slobbered at his clear erected shaft poking at the leather of his pants, twitching at your sight. Ghostface hummed for a moment, then exhaled a gruff approval.

“Fine. I’ll allow it. Show me I can trust my little whore again.”

You were furiously nodding before he even finished his words. Hands moving to his pants, his cock sprung out as if trapped, and your astonished ogling stuck like glue. Swiftly your hands graced his knees, more than ready. A tug pulled you forcefully back, his hand at your hair shoving you away from his angry shaft. Arching, you met his masked features with a pout. 

"If I see you touching yourself one bit I’ll make sure you can’t sit straight for the whole fucking week, kay?” You nodded swiftly, impatient, truthfully unable to hear him through your arousal. You were quick to proceed the moment his grip lessened. He tightened it again and pulled back, and you grumbled instinctively, annoyed. 

“Watch it, you should be grateful I’m letting you even suck my cock after the shit you pulled.” His tone was still irritated and a saddened frown fell.

Nodding quietly, his grip lessened increasingly so, and you took this moment to finally, and so happily meet his thick arousal. God, he was tasty looking, and his dick was so large you could cum alone just by imagining it fully inside you. Your tongue licked at the vein prodding from the skin and the taste of him caused a pleased rumbling in your chest. Tongue licking hastily at the aroused member, you happily took him into your mouth. With his breathy grunt, your hips wiggled, excited, and you moved closer. 

His leather-covered fingertips momentarily tightened at your hair when you moaned deep into him. The arousal gave you a continuous drip of wetness from your heat that was craving to be touched. Desperately desiring to not displease him further, you forced your painfully needy fingers away from your sex and took it as an excuse to wrap them around his throbbing cock. You let them roam eagerly, and your tongue swirled around his tip.

The shape was entrancing, and your tongue studied it in sure detail. His heavy breaths were getting louder and this encouraged you once more to take him as deep as you probably could. You bobbed back and forth at a decent pace, allowing yourself to get into it as much as your limits could take you. The taste of him you could get more than used to. 

Staring at him, a blush scattered across your face. Meeting his gaze whilst doing such a dirty action felt so vulgar.. yet the desire of pleasing your alpha in such a way made happiness bloom in your cunt.

Ghostface was unreadable with his mask on, but the lustful scent seeped through a hole out of any sort of cover he had. Your gag reflex increased as his cock began to prod at your throat. You moved to pull away for a needed break, yet when you were just about to fully remove his cock from your mouth, his fingers placed on your scalp moved down and balled your hair into a tight fist. Suddenly he jolted your head forward and his cock hit the back of your throat. Your mouth took him wholly and despite your struggle, he breathed so beautifully that your body couldn’t help but wiggle in response. 

“Fuck doll-“You swirled your tongue around his cock as much as you could with such a size, and his heavy exhales shifted into a sharp hiss when you sucked at a sensitive vein. Your eyes gazed deeply into the mask’s eye holes, your tongue desperately working at him.

He pulled his head back with a grumble, his fingers applying even more pressure to your head. Eventually, it was like something in him snapped, and Ghostface impatiently shoved your mouth almost completely down his cock, and your throat instinctively attempted to expel him. Promptly, your head was pulled back, and before you could even take a breath, it was diving forward onto his needy cock.

 His breaths were short and staggering, deep and heavy, mixing in with only a few hardly audible grunts of approval. He was mercilessly bobbing your head back and forth, and you were moaning desperately, your hands tightening hopelessly at his legs as he fucked you furiously. Your tongue was attempting to make movements around him, but it was beyond difficult when he plunged your head down him even further. His hand occupied your head firmly, and your throat was being taken so very well that you could feel your angry cunt surge in jealousy at the lack of attention. 

One hand slowly began to snake down, you hoped not too obviously as he was surely too focused on fucking you at a furious pace. The sloppy pattern was beginning to make it hard for you to breathe. His cock was repeatedly jabbing at your throat, and when he pulled your head away for a slight second, you gave him a pleading gasp, begging for him to slow down.

Nothing changed, and you whined at the merciless pace. A groan of pleasure erupted. “Fuck... your mouth... is perfect.. for me princess.." He was grunting increasingly through his heaves, and you peered at him complacently, eyelids widening at the burning, at the gnaw in your jaw, and the gag in your throat. 

Your fingers moved to the pool of your streaming arousal that dripped down your inner thighs. Despite the intensity, you could cum swiftly from him taking your throat in such a way… Your needy pussy throbbed when he sucked in a breath and shoved you down even harsher than before.

Sneaking into your drenched panties, you slowly moved around your clit, reacting with a sudden moan at the instantaneous pleasure. Promptly your head was pulled back, his fingers tightening in such a way that you were sure he could break you. Regardless you finally took this moment to pant and cough out as much as you could. 

"What did I fucking say?" Voice angry, he exhaled roughly, and you could tell he was just at the brink of climax and you ruined it. Swiftly your fingers pulled away, and you glanced at him with wide eyes, ashamed. Opening your mouth to defend, he rammed his cock into your mouth completely, and before he even gave you a chance to adjust, he pulled back.

"You... don’t.. fucking..” His words were emphasized by a repeated punctuated thrust back into your throat and then out. “..listen... do you.. omega?" Ghostface was now tugging you forward onto his shaft as swiftly as you thought possible. The man’s breaths were speeding up, irritated, yet so on the verge of cumming. 

Instantaneously, he jolted to an abrupt stop and he jerks your lips to circle the end of his cock. His balled-up strong fist held you there so tightly, you felt an impossibly warm stream of cum forcefully spew down your throat. You coughed into him, not expecting such a deep climax.

Attempting to poorly to be patient with your breaths, he held you there with a iron grip, hoping he might just let you go any second now. Yet with every passing second, you were struggling to take a singular inhale of air. The burn in your throat was becoming unbearable, and you moved, or at least attempted to. A sharp impatience surged in him, and he balled his fist tighter around your hair when you tried. 

The black dots in your vision were getting harder and harder to ignore, and the gagging in your throat didn't stop. You looked at him, pleading, a terrible aching in your jaw, and the stress in your unblinking eyes causing a stream of tears to pour down your cheeks. The man was breathing jagged and heavy, and his cock surely twitched at the sight of your struggle.

He pulled you away within a second, and in that second, you inhaled as much air as you could. You were panting out like an unflattering dog as small amounts of his cum drooled from your tongue. 

"Swallow it." His tone was sharp, and he was just about at his last hair of patience at the idea of you disobeying him one more time.

A genuine fear swelled, and you shrunk at hearing his tone. Lowering your head, you swiftly caught the escaping stream in your hand. Slobbering widely at your palm, you made sure every bit of his release would find its way back to where it belonged. The taste of his cum made your pussy burn in enjoyment. God, how badly you wanted to be fucked. 

The frightening glare lessened at your show, but it did nothing to aid in his anger towards you yet again. When you finished. your head bowed to the floor, heartbroken, terrified, and aroused. Ghostface suddenly stepped away from you, and you jolted to observe his every action.  "On your stomach,” he sat at your bed, his hand on his lap, signifying where.

Hesitating so clearly, he tilted his head in a way that gave you menacing shivers. You pressed your breasts nervously against the soft blankets, your stomach over his knees. Apprehensive of what the alpha was going to do, you secretly hoped for a claim or a large knot frankly.. but you unfortunately knew that wasn’t going to be the case. 

"Since you don't know how to listen and follow simple fucking commands.. you're going to count. Anytime you don't count, lose track, or say the wrong number, I’ll double it.. on second thought, I’ll triple it.”

You were vaguely confused, but still you nodded apprehensively.

His leather hand touched your bare ass, trailing down the shape. Regardless of the glove over his skin, it gave you a fire that ignited in your cunt once more. A powerful spank into your right cheek caused you to suddenly jolt forward, yelping out at the unexpected pain. His hand swapped to land a blow even harder at your left, and still unaware of the situation, you yelped, teeth-gritting naturally from the pain.

You hoped this was just a quick punishment.  

"I don't hear you counting princess." His iced voice broke you out of your daze as if somehow threatening that it could get worse.

"T-Two.." Stammering cautiously, the fear that it was going to be incorrectly quickened your pace.

You didn’t know why you even expected him to give you a break already, or at least a further explanation. It wasn’t too long after before his palm met your ass cheek like the crack of a whip. Nails curled into the sheets, the fabric piled into your hands desperately, and for some reason, you were still whimpering hopelessly like a bitch in heat. You wanted so clearly to beg, to cry, but you couldn’t focus on your thoughts and counting all at once.

"Th-Three.." WHAM. 

That one felt like hot metal seered into your skin from the way it burned so harshly after. Although in the moment you felt your head whirl, and it was all happening only a second after another, you were sure they were becoming increasingly powerful. Your behind must've already been a purplish red, and the relentless tingle emphasized that.

“Four." Tears stung at your eyes, and your throat made a choked whine when you received the fifth blow at your cheek, or was it six?  The numbers arrived so quickly and you were beginning to lose track of the way his hand met so brutally with your rear. Back and forth, back and forth, it was too fast and your head swirled confusedly. 

"S-Seven...?" 

"That was six." It was quiet only for a moment, and your fear increased horrifically. Nothing would have readied you for the way he in response to your blatant mistake, increased his strength tenfold in each promised tripled blow. The worst part was, he didn’t even switch between your left and right. He pauses, then starts again.

You couldn’t focus outside the stinging, and you wiggled in his grip, desiring to escape.

“Now it was seven." From that, he repeated the horrible action from before, and you attempted to push your head deep into the sheets, imagining a place where this wasn’t happening, and your alpha was just a sweet man. The echo of the next slap rang into the room, and you wailed at the spreading pain.

Tears finally grazed your cheeks, and your mind at this point could only notice the way the burn exponentially doubled with each slap.  Knuckles turning white from clenching, you again attempted to move to ease the blatant discomfort. His fingers then sunk so harshly into your back that surely he would have given you a bruise, and the next blow doubled in strength. 

“Move one more fucking time and you’re going to be counting to the hundreds.” You sniffled at his cruel words and limped into his hands, struggling to not resist and flail against him. There was a cruel rhythm to the blows, and you counted in your head, thinking that maybe if you focused solely on the numbers all the pain would disappear.

12…13…14…fuck..15? No.. 16… Fuzziness swirled, and although you were counting, you were beginning to lose track again. The stinging in each cheek brought you to reality, and the burn could only ease for what felt like half a second before he would smack at your opposing side.

“E-Eighteen…” At this point, you were heaving broken sobs that cracked from your throat.

He sang, “Seventeen,” a sadistic tone in his voice. He was apathetic and usually unreadable, but right now, a side of him was enjoying this so terribly. Biting at your lips hard, you braced for what was to come.

He tripled the spanks, and you were crying, quaking so helplessly that you would’ve maybe thought he’d give you mercy. “P-Please.. I can't... alpha it hurts..i-it hurts so bad..” Body quivering, you fisted your sheets, sniffling out unflattering sobs. 

"Whose fault is this?" Ghostface spoke sarcastically, chuckling evilly. You hiccuped a sob, a tear in your heart at his words. The disappointment and anger from your alpha made you intensely ashamed. The crack from his palm, the stinging at your skin, the uttered shameful forced spoken numbers on your behalf, did nothing to aid your emotions.

Maybe it was your submission, your tears, or your broken pleads that rung out, stammering “alpha.. alpha.. a-alpha, please,” that had him pause for just a moment longer than what you were used to. It was only a sweet few seconds of bliss before the blow at your left cheek ignited a swift remembrance of every number that you had to count. 

"If you just fucking listened like a good omega, this would've been over by now." His tone was as usual, cruel and sadistic. Surely something in him, the alpha harming his omega, did care, maybe if you could just hear it.. just a little bit then he’d stop. There was only so much you could do.

His hand struck you, forcing you out of such an imagination, vaguely uncaring that your skin was a hopelessly swelled red. Sobbing, you truly tried your hardest to keep track of every sting through the dizziness.

“Tw-Twentry three..” The crack of your unflattering voice yelped at its ending when he used his raw strength to let you know how wrong you were. Tensing at the apprehensive wait of another slap right after, it eased quickly, a welcomed pause showing you were indeed correct. He only allowed ever one breath of relief to fall, and even then it was just barely before he would give such a fate. 

“Twenty-six…” By this number, you were sure it would've concluded, you were sure that it was now beginning to get too high to be thought of as a normal punishment. Another strike proved this very wrong, and you yelped, fear coursing through you.

“Please.. no more alpha.. please.. I-I’m sorry… I-I promise… I-I promise I’ll listen.. p-please stop... The pain in your rear was becoming so unbearable you couldn’t care less about how pathetic your pleading was becoming.

“Oh? Now you’ll listen? It only took 30+ spanks.” Ghostface enjoyed this all too well, you were sure he did. He paused for a moment. Not out of mercy, only to watch closely as you whined into the sheets, body quivering through the throbbing heat. Where exactly? You didn’t quite know. 

“Tell you what bratty girl. If you can get to 35 without messing up once, I’ll stop for tonight.” For tonight? Your heart raced at the implication, but you couldn’t think much about it before a crack of his palm hit your ass, and you screamed out “T-twenty-eight!” As apprehensively as possible. You were focusing so hard on each spank, teeth nibbling at your cheeks so much that you only slightly drowned out the terrible pain. The excitement of its closure only drew you in further. 

31… 32….  You were getting terribly anxious. 33…. It was so close, almost there. 34… “Thirty-five!” You nearly screamed out, expecting it to finally all be over.

“Ah ah ah- 34. Not 35.” Perking your head up, you swiftly rotated to him as much as you possibly could, tears brimming in your eyes.

“What?! No-No no no, I.. I.. please.. a-alpha.. please,” the sobs threatened to escape at the thought of starting all over, fear chilling your body. You were sure you counted correctly, this… this couldn’t be possible. You couldn’t go through god knows how many more.

You could see his empty eye sockets, his emotionless mask turning to you, and it felt like a pin could audibly drop in the silence before you heard him laugh hard, meaner than ever. It lasted too long, to the point where you confusedly sputtered a “what..?” 

“Look at you, so hopeless and innocent, so scared. I’m sure it hurt your little brain to think that hard on counting, didn’t it?” He patted at your ass playfully. This ignited a burn and you jutted against him with a hiss, a sizzling heat between your legs. Did this mean you weren’t going to receive extra punishment?

“I-I.. don’t get it..” You admitted, and he laughed.

“Of course you don’t. I just wanted to see your cute little reaction.” Your soft surprised “oh” didn’t last for very long as he began to rub your ass cheeks so gently, it almost scared you how quickly his gestures could go from cruel to sweet in just a few seconds.

The soft caressing did ignite a fresh pain now and then, and there were still past tears stained on your face, your eyes blown out fearfully, pussy beneath the red of your cheeks that was throbbing so. It hurt, it hurt so badly, but there was something within you that wanted him so bad you could die.

He rubbed at your rear in such ways that made you tremble. It ignited a comfort in the painful ache, and you heaved out shaky breaths. Whimpering, some part of you was unsure as to why you were even calling out to him after such a scene, but god you wanted your alpha so bad.

The tenderness muffled into soft spikes of discomfort, and with his glove touching it so nicely, the searing dimmed out rather quickly, the throbbing of your aroused cunt almost subduing it forcefully. You moaned, writhing against his hand that teasingly brushed over your sex. “A-Alpha..”

"Hm?" He played dumb.

You felt truthfully happy he didn’t see how embarrassingly you were jutting against his hand, begging for friction. Meanwhile in reality he was biting back another mean laugh.

Ghostface’s action ceased completely, and you pouted, the omega within you about to scream out for his knot. His hand met with your ass abruptly and you squeaked, pushing against him.

“Ow! A-Alp- ooh… alpha..” moans of pain turned lovingly as his two fingers dug deep into your cunt.

“Surprise, my little whore all wet for me after I spanked her senseless.” Circling your hips, he curled his fingers and you screamed, begging aimlessly when he began to spear you repeatedly. The wetness spilled over his thigh, and he cussed out. “Shit omega. You’re going to make me want to fuck this pussy of yours if you keep dripping on me like this.”

You nodded as swiftly as you could. “Yes-yes do that, please.. alpha- please-“ he spanked your ass and you yelped, quieting with the bite of your lips.

“Shut up.” It wasn’t as ice cold as his words before, but regardless you whimpered at his sudden demand, and you quietly wiggled to the way his fingers rammed themselves up to a hilt in your aching sex.

You squeezed him tighter than ever, thinking of all the things he’d do to you, of how you might just sit on his face and grind your way to completion. Grunting in approval, he gave your pussy a soft slap, and you threw your head back, moaning loud. The climax was beginning to rise, you could feel it, you were so close, and you were riding, grinding on his fingers hard, gargled pleas falling from your lips. 

“Oh, Ghostface.. oh.. oh god.. ah- wait!” Crying out, his fingers left you completely the moment your quivering release began. The nerves settled sharply, so quickly that your throat nearly choked out a sob.

“And fuck, you taste delicious too,” he breathed out gruffly, and you rotated to him, hoping he had removed his mask. Nothing, just his licked clean fingers, and a blush burned at your cheeks. He gazed at your helpless quivering body, and it looked as if he was contemplating for a moment. 

“Fuck omega,” he spoke lowly, as if only to himself. As if he wasn’t at all planning on fucking you raw, but the powerful alpha in him was significantly growing at seeing your handprinted ass, and the way your tasty hole was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. The dull ache in your rear that you were wiggling, caused a surge of slick to escape in slow streams from your sex and fuck it looked so delicious, he could clean you up within a minute. 

“Face down, ass up. Don’t even think about looking.” Ghostface’s words came out more rushed, almost on the verge of madness, yet you didn’t question him, he’d just give you another brutal spanking If you disobeyed.

Springing up off his lap promptly, you snuck a look, excitement surging through you, your face pushing into the soft covers. Shutting your eyes tightly, your booty instinctively shimmied to his sight, more than ready for what might come. The position spread your throbbing wet pussy wide to his view perfectly. 

His leather fingers rubbed at your needy clit like he was just getting a feel for it. Shaking with whines, your deprived muffled moans absorbed into your sheets. Suddenly a warm tongue dragged up your cunt so slowly it nearly caused you to break your restraint. Hands tightening around your covers, you moaned out loud as his tongue ran up your wet thighs, drinking in every little bit of arousal you had.

The hot breaths against your sex had you shaking and yelping in desire. The thought of your alpha enjoying your taste, made you wiggle into him harder, and you wished more than anything you could grab his locks and sink him deeper. The pace instantly increased, and he began wildly lapping you up, his thumb shifting to rub swift circles around your clit. Two fingers pushed deep into your tightening hole again, and with this, you broke out into quivering moans. 

You strived to shout out to him desperately and urge him to continue, yet the barely holding of your self-restraint made it impossibly difficult. His fingers curled deep alongside his pace, and his tongue circled so amazingly well at your juices, It wasn’t too long before you gave into pleasure, and ripped your head from the sheets. Eyelids scrunched tightly, afraid they might just burst open and disobey his rules.

The thumb that swirled at your clit stopped, and that hand met with your bruised ass. Jolting, a squeal left you, and his fingers shoved deep into your walls. The hold on your eyelids was about to break, and you were panting, desperate.

“Face down omega, don’t make me tell you again.” Ghostface cracked at your red cheeks one more time, reinventing the forgotten pain.

Your head sunk begrudgingly into the comfort of your warm sheets, teeth biting at your lower lip in frustration. You could feel him smirk into you, a clear amusement in your desperate whining pleas. He knew you wouldn’t look, but oh did he love seeing you so torturously submit.

The sexiest breathy chuckle vibrated at your aching hole, and you shivered, fingers digging into the sheets in order to not rip yourself away again. The coiling climax surrounding your pussy had you tightening hard around him, and his tongue moved to your clit now, licking up and down the throbbing sex. This had you going crazy, and you couldn’t help but move your head just a little. 

“I-I’m.. A-Alpha“

Scissoring, his fingers started scissoring inside you, and you convulsed, just about to lose your restraint, the coiling getting stronger and stronger. He was relishing in your flavor, his greedy tongue lapping deeper into your sex, and he purred into you.

That broke you, and your orgasm quickly sped up to the way his fingers were pulsing deep in your fluttering walls, thrusting, scissoring so deep you screamed. 

“That’s it, babygirl, fucking break for me.” Nails nearly ripping at your thin bed cover, you pushed only your chin out, moaning so loudly you couldn’t even hear the way he was laughing at you, but you sure as hell felt it. 

It almost wasn’t possible how far he could go, and he stopped at an absolute hilt inside of you, his knuckles surely deep into your cunt. His tongue greedily worked at your high.

Trembling, the climax started settling, and your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head as he continues the quick movements of his tongue. You jutted into him, body so tensed from the quivering release, it felt like you couldn’t even move anymore. You limped weakly, only softly grinding into his never-ending torture. Tears threatened your orbs, and you came so hard, the sensitivity of your nerves made it so that you were shaking into him, desperate to pause.

“D-Daddy.. t-too much… c-cant” He opened his fingers wide, making you scream out again, a slight pain beside it. Too overstimulated, it was too much, and you could hardly think.

His fingers suddenly thrust into you so fast your desperate cunt quivered, a second climax started rushing in too quickly, You screamed, unable to ready yourself for such a painful yet sweet release. Grinding against him hard, he lapped it up like it was his last meal, and he pulled your ass deeper into him, your legs weakly shaking.  

He didn’t stop, and at this point your head dropped, fingers weightless at the loss of strength. You were twitching, and your cunt cried out as he ate up every little stream of cum that dripped. Whispers left your lips, his name at the tip of your tongue, jumbled gargles making their way out. Your leg moved to push your body away to sway him from his further abuse.

He growled deep, sending a jolt up your spine. Fingers tightened at your burning ass, and you were whining in pain, his tongue circling you so quickly still it felt like it would never end. 

Low growls were coming from his throat, and nothing encouraged him to pause for your exhaustion. You were still moaning out hopelessly, your slumped form only upright because of his firm hands.

Eventually, his fingers slowly pulled away from your cunt that was still attempting so dearly to suck him in. The sound was obscene, vulgar, and he gave a few slaps to your cunt. You whimpered, jumping to each. One last lick was given to your trembling clit, and he unexpectedly spanked your right ass again.

Desperate pleas were falling from your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks. Ghostface breathed out a chuckle, his hand now gently rubbing up and down your numb pussy.  

“What a good fucking omega, so delicious and all for me.” His hand pat at your ass, and you hissed at the way it seared. Butterflies flew in your stomach, your heart skipping a beat. Happiness still enveloped you through your exhaustion, happy that he enjoyed you so well, and that he was proud of you.

The idea of his features sent excitement through you, but you didn’t look even if you wanted nothing more.

Your alpha was finally happy with you.

A soft whispered moan escaped, the thought of this sending you to a sweet sleep while he continued rubbing your pussy so well.

Before you passed out, you could faintly hear him snickering as three fingers entered your exhausted walls. 

[v--143]

(Disclaimer: Omg. Hey guys. Have not written in forever, have had this in drafts for a while and finally finished it my goodness. I hope u like it I wrote all my thoughts here 🤓)

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>My Skz Tckl Headcannons<

Bangchan

[Lee]

-As a Lee, I honestly think Channie would be adorable, like the most fun ever

-I feel like we all know he's CRAVING physical affection almost always, so he'd for sure be so happy and giggly the entire time

-He's always teasing the members, and if one day one of them retaliated and got him back, I think there'd be a series of "Hey hey hehey!"'s as he laughed and tried to run away uselessly; there mayyyy be a point in which his Ler side would come out and he’d grab at your hands to get you back.. but that’s only if he didn’t want to be tckled (which… I think he does want it🙂‍↔️)

-I think he'd throw his head back often and do his quick scream laughs I love him so nuchdnwjnejssnks

-He'd be trying to get you back as you were wrecking him for SUREEEE!! But if you really got him in a state where he can't, then I think he'd just let himself laugh while trying to not be tooooo embarrassed

-Since he'd most likely want it to happen too, it'd be so fun to tease him TONS and see his reactions, he's the cutie type to go along with it

-He would looove the attention he'd be receiving, so for sure he'd have great responses

-The "I want to swat at you but can't in case I hit you and hurt you" mindset would be so real for him and cause him to have to hold himself down

[Ler]

-RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-Teasiest ever ever ever maybe not to Lee Know’s level but VERYYY teasy like cute teasy rather than evil teasy

-“Ohhoh is this your tickle spot??” *smirk* STOOOOPPPPPPDONDDIOWKSKSKSJJSM

-He’d SOOOO be one to pull so many things like “oh my God you move so much! Stay still!!” AND “What aboooout here! Ooorrrr here!” AND “Your laugh is so cute- noooo don’t cover your face! I wanna see you. I want to hear it again!” Shejejnejjssokwmwn

-He’d be “rough” but not really, of course he’d give you a break if it really got too much but he’d be one to drive you up to your breaking point often, I think he’d get riled up by the adrenaline of the moment and just love the way you scream and try to get away from his hands

-He’d 100% laugh along with you I just KNOW IT

-SUPER sweet aftercare, probably cuddles and lots of hair pets and grabbing your waist to hold you close 🥰 maybe some additional teasing here and there 🌝

~~~

Lee Know

[Lee]

-Oh man

-Literally had to give myself a significant amount of time to think of him ehehehhehehe

-He’d try to fight you off SO BAD he’d be swatting kicking punching even tckling you back and he’d do it ROUGH like he’d make sure you wouldn’t try again

-Now.. I am a firm believer in the fact that Lino does want it sometimes… and I feel that in those moments he would still “fight back” but maybe more lazily

-Like he’d still put on this whole “oh noooo don’t tickle me pleeeease” show but we all know he’d want it

-OR maybe said person would ask him to just let them tckl him because they wanna see his reactions or whatever and he’d be like “FINE FINEE fine I hate this I hate you” (lovingly)

-Once you finally get to doing it somehow.. I think he’d try to 1) Cover his face a LOT so his redness doesn’t show 2) Swat at you gently while trying to control his urge to get you back 3) Completely lose it and turn the tables on you

-I think it depends on which situation he’s in but one of those 3 I think would be his response or maybe all 3 but just at different times.. and probably in order 🙂‍↔️

-He’d 100% try to get away, like scoot away from you and run he’d make it so fun

-Just definitely very shy, I think he’d laugh out loud yes but cover his face and be so so embarrassed but happy throughout it eueueuueue

-I think his laugh would just be so ADORABLE. Like his little “heheaAhaHA!” just gradually gets louder and more breathy, I think he’d wrap his arms around his torso and bundle up into a little ball rolling around trying to escape the hands going at him, and he’d probably throw his head back every time a bad spot was touched, followed by him grabbing at the hand yelling “stop!!”

-Tries to get Chan to tickle him often by pulling the hyung card

[Ler]

-TEASY tease he’d be a tease and I’d love him for it

-Verbally, physically, everything-ly a TEASE

-“Ohhh but you did this to me the other time!” “I need to get you back!” “Stay still come onn it’s gonna happen whether you try and stop me or not” “I’m going to start in less than ten seconds so be ready”

-Like I can IMAGINE IT

-OR physically ready he’d do that stupid finger crawl thing or stay in one spot for a while or put his face in your face to watch you laughhshsbhsndnlslwk

-He’d totally be one to stare at your face the whole time you laugh I’ve noticed he really likes to see people’s reactions, he would NOT let you cover your face LOLL

-I think the overpowering feeling he’d get would make him looooove tickling and being in control of the moment, seeing reactions and seeing just how many new ones he could get out of you

-10/10 phenomenal lovely love him

-I think he ENJOYS tickling both Hyunjin and Han the most, Lix honorable mention

~~~

Changbin

[Lee]

-He’d be so CUTEEEEE

-I love love love Bin’s smile like his genuine true smile is so good looking and his laugh is so funny

-I think the Ler wouldn’t be able to help themselves from laughing along with Bin, and this would just make the experience so much more fun and happy overall

-He’d be such a GENTLEMAN this man had politeness flowing through his veins

-Like he wouldn’t dare hit or hurt you I think if he accidentally swatted at you he’d apologize while still laughing as you continue to get him

-I think he’d try to cover his face at first but then just let himself be and focus on stopping you while not hurting you

-He’d be one to squeeze his eyes shut when it got bad and rub at the area attacked as if he was actually hurt 🙂‍↔️ dramatic guy I luv him

-If he were letting you tickle him then I think he’d grab a pillow or something to squeeze and maybe cover his face with for a while, and you’d be able to notice when he was flexing and trying to not let go of the pillow🥰

[Ler]

-HE’D BE SO FUN?!

-He’d overpower you in about.. a second

-But it would be so fun he’d DEFINITELY be one to grab both your wrists in one hand and hold them to the side as he attacked your ribcage with the other

-I think he’d laugh so hard at his Lee screaming/scream laughing really hard, but then he’d give such good care afterwards and be so nice and gentle

-He’d be nice DURING it too but nice as in “I want to see you in your happiest state” nice, aka potentially driving you to your breaking point 🤝🏻

-He’d be smiling as he watched your face contort while laughing, and I think he’d be one to go “Ooooo!” *poke* and then do his funny little giggle

-I love this man

-Wrestling would also be very probable

~~~

Hyunjin

[Lee]

-So STRINGY like a piece of silly string like a ragdoll when touched

-He’s so defensive all the time like Lino will poke him and he twitches as if he was tazed omg I’d love to go absolutely WILD on him and see how much he could really take bc I think he’s sensitive as hellllll

-I also feel like it depends on the person like I think Lino would be able to get him REALLY bad.. I think just the fact that it’s Lee Know would make the tickly feelings so much worse for him he just knows how to tease him right

-Pinning him or using restraints would be so fun because you’d see all his reactions and his usual covering himself up tactic wouldn’t work so he’d just have to take the sensations which would probably lead to some very loud screaming and fun reactions, it would make everything overall more interesting

-BUT on the CONTRARY if he wasn’t held down or tied then his reactions would be even better because he’d be kicking and hitting and doing all he could to scramble away, I think it would make the experience more fun

-This man is just so about REACTIONS like if he was managing to get away and you grab his wrist or ankle to drag him back, he’d scream “NOHO!” And burst out laughing even without being tickled just because he got that nervous buildup at knowing he failed to get away RAAHHHHH

-His laugh would get breathy as he repeated “Stop! Stohop! Stop stop stop!” And swatted at you

-Would be one to fold in on himself a lot to protect his sensitive spots, but then unfold as you begin to poke him all over

-His goofy teethy sweet round smile would be so AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH his little rounded teeth would be on full display

-I think he’d have to take frequent gulps of air, like if he was held down in a certain position and a certain sensitive spot was just being tickled relentlessly, he’d just shake his head back and forth screaming “WAHAHAIT AHA-“ *deep haha’s* *quick breath in* “STOP! STOHOHOP- AHAHA” *deep/low breath out, then back in quickly* “PLEHEASE!”

-DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[Ler]

-He’d be super silly and teasy for sure

-Like whenever he tickles Innie he’s always making little noises like “mimimimi”ing at him as he bites his neck or grabs at his stomach 😭😭

-This man is QUICK you guys have seen him dance he’s got those slim long fingers and that quickness in his body that would make it feel like he’s attacking you 24/7‼️ Even if you manage to grab one of his wrists, the other one is already crawling its way up your side, and when you go for that one, the other one escaped gory wrist and is now squeezing your rib, like you are NOT getting away

-He’d laugh along with you for sure but I think he’d be mostly focused on laughing at your reactions, still in a sweet way though 🥰

-He’d look at you so fondly euueueeueueue I feel like he’d only truly attack someone bad if he felt super close with them and felt a need to see them all happy and giggly which makes everything so CUTIEEEEEE

~~~

Han

[Lee]

-EEEE I LOOOOVEEEE HANJIIISSUUUUNNGGG

-Okay so basically the cutest ever

-You guys know his “HA-HA-HA!”’s? Like when somethings really funny and he just literally pronounces every HA perfectly because he’s running out of breath? YEAH LOTS OF THOSE

-I think he’d mumble his words a lot as he tried to get away from you, maybe like a “pleaseplease PLEHEHAHASE!! Nopleasestop Ican’ttakeitanymore- STOHOAHAP!” And he’d be super breathy as he said it

-I think he’d run out of breath fast because of how loud and breathy his natural laugh is I love it dhjsndjsjndkks

-He’d SO grab at his stomach and clutch it while bent over trying to catch his breath

-He’d have super jerky movements at times, like after some of his loud “HA”’s got out of the way he would be one to swing his shoulder really hard to one side or begin to kick his feet really quickly at the floor to slide away somehow

-Definitely would shake his head side to side really fast when it got really intense while mumbling “Nonononono” the whole time (and with a BIGGG smile on his face)

-Once weak enough I think he’d be grabbing your wrists but not stopping them, all his strength was drained 🙂‍↔️

-When done I think he’d be nervous to snuggle up with you incase you get him again but he’d definitely snuggle up with some stuffed animal or pillow and maybe let you hug him 🥰

[Ler]

-Hehhehehehehejehhehehejjejejhehehehejjehehehehe

-He’d be so BLUNT he would not be shy about saying things that are flustering to most 😭😭

-“Stay still I wanna see your face!”

-“How ticklish are you really? Tell me!!!!!”

-He’d do the coochiecoochiecoo thing omf I couldn’t even type that out with a straight face

-Many verbal teases like “OooOooo is it bad here?” and “Stay stihill! You squirm so much I need to hold you down or something!!”

-He’d be one to laugh along with you and his laugh is so contagious so you’d both be dying

-QUICK FINGERS. This man uses his fingers to count when singing I remember that one video and he is FAST. You’d be done for

-He’d go from spot to spot very quickly, switching from stomach to sides to digging into your ribcage to thighs to neck shdbdjnnskjajsn

-I feel like he’d be one to bury his face into your neck and latch onto your sides too, it’s as comfy position too like what’s there to lose 🥰 he’d reeelish in your reactions and his big gummy smile would display AHH I LOVE HIM

~~~

Felix

[Lee]

-Sososososoososososo CUTEEEEE

-His cutie little smile with his fangs showing Gooooddddd

-He’d be the type to put the back of his hand onto his forehead whenever it gets too much like in that “woe is me” position LMAO

-Eye contact. This man would try to maintain eye contact throughout most of the tickling UNLESS the ler was way more up front than he is (aka Lee Know)

-EYE CRINKLES MY GOD

-He’d definitely wrap his arms around his torso to try and protect himself… like if someone snuck up behind him and latched onto his sides, I think he’d wrap his arms around himself and just shake his head from side to side as he tried to laugh silently all while sliding down onto the floor

-AND and if you’re able to get one of his bad spots while he’s trying to shield himself, his eyes would go wide as he would yelp and then completely focus on that spot you targeted, making him just lose all control in the end

-He’d enjoy it so much like I think when done he’d have the wiiiiidest smile ever and would want to cuddle ALL day after that. You get at least 5 hours cuddle time with Lix if you decide to tickle him bad

-His high pitched squeals would be soso cutie

-He’d be such a SQUIRMER but he’d also WANT IT so he’d be conflicted between showing the two

-Little flinches here and there, also intense ones whenever you hit certain sensitive spots raaahhhh

[Ler]

-A little shit but in a good way

-I think he’d make 100% sure you’d be enjoying yourself, like he’d constantly be making sure you were smiling

-I don’t think he’d go suuuuper hard on you, only enough to make you smile and look really really happy while laughing

-Would probably be super teasy the MOMENT the Lee got super shy. Like if you show even an ounce of embarrassment or vulnerability I think that’d be his cue to just be sooo teasy

-Would rapidly go from one spot to another, like, RAPIDLY to make up twitch around and then eventually settle in one spot as he held you down

-EYE CONTACT. He would hold it the WHOLE TIME. And I think he’d have the widest smile ever if you tried to get back at himmmmm~

~~~

Seungmin

[Lee]

-Oh my goodness my precious baby

-“Heheeaha!” meanwhile I sob he’d be so cute

-His smile would be so wide the entire time and he’d dig his head into the pillow beside him as he laughed and his eyes would crinkle at how tightly he had them closed and and

-If you didn’t hit a particularly bad spot he’d swat at you or weakly grab at your wrists, but if you found a bad one he’d be like “Woa- woaAHAHA” and then grab your wrist super tight as he tried to get you off. Kicking would be present

-Would for sure stay still if it felt good. Like, if you two were just cuddling and your dragging your fingers along his sides or something, he’d smile to himself but do everything possible to remain still

-Would tempt you first but then act shocked when you retaliated

-Abs, ribs, legs the worst 🦍

[Ler]

-ASSHOLE (endearing)

-No mercy, literally the last person who would go easy on you in Skz

-If he knew you could barely move or just in a tight spot he would SOO take advantage of that

-Would be a pinner would 100% pin you down in any chance given and just go ham

-Quick fingers my God I think he’d have the ability to drive anyone insane

-Would go for any spot he could get that he knows would end you

-He’d be laughing both with AND at you 💀

-“HAHA, my God you’re dramatic!!”

-Very taunting

~~~

Jeongin

[Lee]

-MY CUTIEEEEEE

-SUCH a wide smile at all times and his laugh is loud and breathy, but when you can reeeeally get him laughing then it’s so pretty and well drawn out yk?!?!

-Flinches a lot and super super easily

-Lots of screaming. “AHH!”’s are common, as well as: “STOHOHOP” “NO!!” “HYUHUNG!!”

-Would act annoyed the entire time but really wasn’t, he’d be super happy afterwards

-Nervous to let it happen, excited when it’s happening, happy and content afterwards

[Ler]

-Teasy man

-He’d be soooo… he’d widen his eyes before getting you and his HANDS omg I know you guys have seen his hands. His hands would go CRAZY

-Would go mainly for your sides, hard quick squeezes that if done right will actually make you scream

-Would do it if he saw you bored or dozing off (menace)

-“Oh come on it’s not THAT bad” *laughs evilly*

-Would also be one to laugh at you. AT you. <3

[vhyunjinverse]

Tag, You’re It

gn!reader x spencer reid x derek morgan

summary: Morgan takes Spencer to his getaway spot after a case.

warnings: split roasted again babe <3, dom!morgan, sub!reid, praise kink spencer, rough fucking, throat fucking, daddy kink

finally posting this draft after like two weeks :(

“..Am..Am i doing this right?” Spencer’s voice came out in a straggled moan. His trembling hands held onto your hips while you stared right into his pretty eyes. His mouth was open, his face red and flushed. It wasn’t his first time, but man did it seem like it. “Yes-“ you moan, “I promise baby you’re doing really good, so good Spencer”

“Absolutely fine baby.”Morgan’s voice called. He stroked his cock while he watched the both of you. Spencer’s grip on your hips loosen, your legs suddenly upon his shoulders while he sped up. “Fuck- Fuck fuck you feel good..” His whimpers sped up as well, he was a mess. You found it cute. You turned your head to the side to look at Morgan’s hard leaking cock. “Daddy’s very proud of you Spencer..” you coo, sticking your tongue out for Morgan’s cock.

“Mmm..” you moan, eyes fluttering shut while he fucked your throat best he could. Your sex leaked at how filled you were- How Spencer’s cock hit that spot deep inside of you. He wasn’t very good at it, his rhythm was sloppy as he neared his orgasm, but he felt good. “Fuck that feels good..” Morgan groans, throwing his head back. Your eyes looked over his toned body, down to the thick veins lining his cock. Your sex throbbed.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum. May I cum sir please?” Reid whimpers out. His thrusts slow down, you felt his hands shake while trying to keep up. You glance at his pretty pink lips as they parted, “Daddy-“

“Hold it.” Morgan says, his face concentrated as he sped up in your mouth. You choked, trying to let up at the pre cum slipping down your throat, but he held you down. “Take it baby i know you can.” his hand crept up to your throat, grasping it immediately. “Mpf-“ your eyes flutter shut, body feeling overstimulated. You focused on Spencer’s breathy moans while his sloppy thrusts got harder. You knew he was probably biting his lip trying to keep it in.

“Daddy I-“ His movements halt, moaning out loudly. Spencer’s voice broke out into a cry as he cums inside of you. Your body shuddering in reaction to the hot cum. Morgan let’s put a low moan himself, the cum hitting the back of your throat.

They both pulled out, Morgan shooting the rest of his cum on your face while Reid pumped his cock to cum on your stomach.

“You..you did good Spence.” You murmur, licking your lips. He blushed and looked at Morgan, who gave his ass a small slap afterwards.