#but it’s been a while so i feel like i’m playing like utter fucking ass

[vngelicc]

teeth. ☆ j.jk

⋆ TAGS — ghostface!jk, breaking in, TW: non-con to dub-con (oc does NOT consent verbally even if she does participate hence the dub-con), brief knife play, cunnilingus, degradation, misogyny(?), objectification, blow jobs, brief face/skull fucking, fuckin in the woods, unprotected sex, nasty talk by jk, possessive!jk, hints of kidnapping/captivity, fear play, facial, jk is lowkey yandere, iconic what’s your favorite scary movie scene but my style, DEAD DOVE, slight praises, ass n coochie worship cause jk is a ass man certified LMAO, cheerleader!oc, college setting

⋆ WORD COUNT — 4.2k

⋆ now playing: teeth - 5sos ⋆

“Color me your color, baby, color me your car, color me your color, darling, I know who you are,”

The music blared loudly, you hummed under your breath while lining over your lips with a dark lip pencil. The hour was getting closer and you realized you had to speed things up if you wanted to meet with your friends on time (you had been stuck in your cheer uniform ALL DAY). You moved around your room quickly while tossing articles of clothing onto your bed, no outfit in particular on your mind.

You uncapped the red lipstick and ran it over your lips slowly, filling in the blank spaces and blending the two colors to perfection. You decided a white long sleeve tucked into your mini jean skirt would serve as a perfect combo. If you were lucky, maybe that cute college senior Kim Seokjin would give you his jacket to wear. The idea has you smiling like a dummy.

Before you can slip out of your skirt the phone downstairs begins ringing loudly. You could have very well ignored it but you don’t feel like listening to your parents nag at you for not picking up the phone if it happens to be them. “Ugh, seriously.” You mutter and quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.

“Hello?” You softly sigh while twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.

“Hello,” some guy’s deep voice greets you, he says nothing else and you tilt your head in confusion muttering a soft ‘yes?’. “Who is this?”

Immediately you frown in confusion and balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, “Who are you trying to reach?” You pop a piece of chicken from your mom’s leftover casserole into your mouth.

“What number is this?”

“Uhh..what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

You hold back a deep sigh and check the time behind you on the clock, you really don’t have patience for this nonsense. Especially for some weirdo who’s either prank calling or just doesn’t know how to work a phone. “Then you have the wrong number,” you eat another piece of casserole, “it happens, take it easy though.” You hang up quickly before he can utter another word to you.

You had just set the phone down when it began to ring all over again, “Ugh…hello?” You stare at the decorative ceiling in annoyance, “Hello?” You say loudly when the other person doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Why don’t you wanna talk to me? Just wanted to apologize, ‘s all.” He says with a teasing lilt, but it sounds more condescending than anything, “Just wanna..get to know you.”

You ignore the nasty little shiver you get down your spine when he talks to you like that, a deeper part of you is literally drooling over how this guy’s voice sounds but too bad he’s a weirdo though.. Your gut twists uncomfortably as your eyes dart to the side to look out the patio doors. “Okay..well you’re forgiven now, bye.” You go to hang up.

“Wait–if you tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

You can’t help your scoff, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, why the hell would I give you my name? You sound like a total creep right now, you know that?” You huff and open your fridge up for a drink, “Besides, what’s your deal anyways? You keep calling and I’m obviously not who you’re looking for.” You complain while uncapping a bottle of water.

“Because,” he calmly starts, “I wanna know who I’m lookin’ at right now.. Pretty red lips and a tight little uniform on,” he draws out huskily.

You immediately go still, “W-What…how do you..?” you look around the empty kitchen and living room. “This isn’t funny.” You quickly head down the hall to the front door, making sure the locks are set before you go back to the living room and make sure the patio doors are locked as well.

“Never said it was babydoll.” He muses, “Though I do gotta admit, red looks spectacular on you, wonder if you got more around here in your drawers.” He trails off, the sound of drawers slamming close and another opening could be heard on the other side of the line.

You wait with a bated breath listening carefully, you slowly turn your head to look up at the ceiling. There’s a low thumping noise that follows the sounds you hear from the phone. Your eyes slip shut as you try to control the sob that’s about to come out of your throat, “What do you want from me?” You croak in a tiny voice.

“What’s your favorite scary movie sweetheart, hm?” His footsteps are heavy as he starts walking around upstairs in your room.

You blink your tears away and stumble towards the hallway to your only escape route: your dad’s office. “I-I don’t like any scary movies,” you whimper quietly, “p-please, I don’t wanna die.” You sniffle. You can hear him humming in the hallway upstairs now, causing you to duck into the office as silent as you can.

“That wasn’t my question. Time’s ticking babydoll, I’m not exactly a patient guy you know.”

“H-Halloween..!” You whisper-yell, “I like Halloween.”

“Which one?” He asks, you can hear him loud and clear at the bottom of the staircase, “Hm?”

You sniffle softly and back away, “Rob Zombie’s version,” you utter softly and hear him pause in his footsteps. He stands there for a few seconds before he slowly draws nearer and nearer. Your eyes squeeze shut as a terrified whimper escapes your lips, before you can plead with him the door slowly creaks open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway with the phone held up to his ear. You stare at him, the phone slipping from your trembling hand as it slams to the floor with a loud thud.

He tilts his head to the side and raises his gloved hand to wave at you. “Hey there sweetheart,” he purrs from under the mask.

You scream out in fear and knock over the desk chair, you’re lucky as hell your dad has a set of patio doors himself. You slip through the doors and run down the small hill, looking back and forth in time to see the hooded figure chasing after you.

The sounds of leaves crunching and branches snapping fill both sides of your ears. Adrenaline kicks in like never before and has you running the fastest you’ve ever moved in your entire life. If you can lose him in the woods you’ll make it to your neighbors’ in five minutes tops, might even get lucky if you detour to the main road but the hill to climb up will only slow you down.

“Don’t be like that babydoll!” He calls out from your left? Right? You don’t know where his voice is coming from, and quite frankly you’re too scared to look. You hear his heavy footsteps (now) directly behind you before a hand tangles itself in the back of your uniform top, gripping it tight as he stops you from going any further.

The force itself is enough to send you flying to the ground, knees scraping hard against a tree stump. You break your fall with your hands, crying out from the pain that erupts in both palms as tiny twigs and rocks dig into your soft skin. “Gotcha.” He chuckles and squats down to your level to admire your bruised form. You must have gave him a run for his money with how hard he’s breathing under the mask.

“P-Please!” You crawl backwards, back hitting the tree stump, “I don’t wanna die,” you pathetically cry, “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” Call it cliche but it was worth a shot to plead with your killer? Stalker? You don’t know anymore.

He tilts his head, “Heard that one before, you’re not the first to beg so sweetly like that babydoll. Almost melts my poor little heart,” he coos mockingly, “but don’t stress your pretty little head over that, you’re not meant to use that brain of yours—meant to sit and look pretty for me.” He purrs and reaches out to run a gloved hand over your dirt stricken thighs.

You curl away and try to escape his touch, “Why are you doing this?” You whimper quietly, watching as his hand rubs circles over your bruised knees. A tremor runs down your spine as his leather gloves run over your shaking thighs, his touch feels scorching hot despite the cool material of his gloves pressing against your skin.

“Been watchin’ ya for a while,” he murmurs, “night n day—just imagining allll the different ways I could have you. Bet you’d look pretty with a mouth stuffed full of cock, wonder how pretty you’d look with cock deep inside your little cunt baby,” he trails off while giving your thigh a rough squeeze, “always did wonder how that pussy tastes.” You can practically picture the shit eating grin he must have under the mask.

You hate that his nasty words have a bubbling heat building in your lower stomach, it shouldn’t be that arousing to you yet here you were in the middle of the woods being fondled by your stalker while he talked about how much he wanted to fuck you. His voice even sounds hotter in person vs the phone.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckles.

You land a harsh kick to his arm with a loud, “Get off of me!” You quickly turn over to stumble to your feet while he curses under his breath and stands to chase after you.

He’s not so gentle this time with the way he snatches you and slams you right up against the tree trunk, letting the chips and splinters bite into your skin unforgivingly. “Thought we were over this,” he growls, “was gonna treat you nice and sweet but by the looks of it you just wanna be tossed around like the filthy little slut you are,” he hisses in your ear while pressing you tight against the tree.

You whine loudly and push back against him in an effort to get him off of you, “Let me go—let go!” You growl angrily, “you’re a fucking psycho creep!” You grit your teeth while trying to turn to look directly at him.

He doesn’t shy away from hurting you to get you to become docile again. He pins both wrists behind your back in a tight grip, squeezing both of your hands until you hear a low threatening pop. A pained little whimper escapes your lip as he forces your head against the bark, “You gonna sit still like a good girl or do I have to tie you up?” He growls menacingly.

“I-I’ll be good!” You cry out as the pain starts to become unbearable.

“What was that?” He whispers in your ear, “Couldn’t hear ya.” He smirks.

A quiet sob slips from your lips as you slump over in defeat, “I-I’ll be a good girl.” You softly reply, too hung up on the pain to reply with the unbridled anger you feel right now. “Just please—let me go.” You sob.

He ignores your cries and instead brings out a rather intimidating looking hunting knife, it cuts into your skin almost right away with the slightest little touch. “Please no—” You immediately begin, thighs shifting as they slide against each other in an attempt to block him from either cutting or stabbing you. The only thing you achieve is the blade running into your thigh and slicing a small line downwards.

“None of that now babydoll,” he whispers while letting your wrists go and setting his big hand over your hip, “just sit still and look pretty for me yeah? Don’t need to think, just feel.” He breathes out as he guides the knife up your skirt, letting the sharp tip (which you noticed was slightly curved like a hook or something) hook under the side of your panties.

Your poor heart hammers in your chest as you begin to hyperventilate, “W-What are you gonna do to me?” The blade tugs at your panties, no doubt already piercing through the flimsy little material.

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper from behind, “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy you know that?” His tongue clicks in annoyance as he suddenly yanks the knife down, a loud riiip following in suit, as well as your terrified scream/sob. “Gonna have a taste now babydoll, put your hands right there—yeahhh, good girl. Keep ‘em there baby,” he has you bending over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands over the tree, “ ‘s like a fuckin’ dream back here, fat little cunt n a nice ass.” He whistles while smacking his hand against your poor cheek.

You bite your lip as the cool air fans over your moist cunt, at this point in time you have long given up making any excuses as to why your pussy was drooling for this weirdo. Still didn’t mean you were less scared but you figured if you complied the faster things would go over. “Look at this slutty pussy, already leakin’ like a bitch in heat. Does a scary man like me chasing you through the woods get you goin’ sweetheart? Maybe you’re a little more fucked than I thought.” He chuckles.

There’s a brief pause and you wonder what he’s doing back there, so you turn your head to look at him when you gasp softly. He has the mask thrown off to the side, his face in all his glory—messy black hair and a lip ring with an array of piercings on his ears— he sits there with a shit eating grin, “Guess the cat’s out the bag huh?” You eye him with distaste before turning back around, you had at least hoped he was ugly or something.

“God,” he groans, “can’t get over this ass,” he mutters to himself while smacking both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose both of your holes to him, “wanna see it wrapped ‘round my cock, gonna have you squirting and messy babydoll. Might even have to get you on your knees to clean up your mess,” he whispers as his hot breath fans over your pussy lips, “you’re gonna be lookin’ at me with those sweet little eyes of yours too, gonna bust my load all over that pretty face of yours.” His tongue dips between your soft folds, licking from your winking hole down to your swollen little clit hiding under its hood.

Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands steady you by the hips, his face is practically smushed against your cunt as he slobbers over it with his greedy tongue. He sucks on your inner folds, getting every nook and cranny as he slurps up the mess he leaves behind before lapping over your clit with his tongue. Your thighs shake a little, you’ve never had anyone this eager to eat your cunt out like this. He’s a fucking menace and you hate how good he is at this.

“Fuck,” he pants softly, “can’t get enough baby, could eat this pussy for days.” He all but moans while latching on to your clit.

A shocked cry leaves your lips, you dig your nails into the tree bark and hold on tightly as your swollen bud throbs in his mouth. He doesn’t let up, suckling on your clit like a lollipop with just the right amount of pressure around the bud. A new wave of slick gushes from your untouched hole, loud mewls and whines leaving you as you subtly rut back against his face. It’s pure heaven.

He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls back to harshly spit on your cunt, “There you go, get nice n wet for me babydoll.” His hot breath fans over your empty little hole, “Good girl.”

You shouldn’t like the way he’s talking to you, but something about him calling you that has a delirious little whimper leaving you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, the sensation definitely welcomed as you sigh in bliss. His tongue wiggles around and curls upwards to brush over your sensitive walls in a flicking motion.

He jiggles your ass in both hands, moaning at the sight of the fat slipping through his fingers from his tight grip. He flicks his tongue back and forth over your swollen bud, you nearly double over as his tongue traces letters on your clit. “W-Wait,” you bite your lip as your eyes shut and you reach behind you to tangle your hand in his hair.

You freeze when you realize what you’re doing, but instead of getting angry with you he leans into your touch with a low moan. Clearly he loves it so you keep your hand in his hair, occasionally pulling just a tiny bit. When he pulls back to catch his breath, audibly gulping as he sits back on his haunches, “Turn around.” He says breathlessly.

From behind you can hear him shuffling around, the sounds of a belt being unbuckled fills your ears. “On your knees babydoll,” he rasps out while fisting his cock, sliding his thumb over the mess of precum he’s made at the tip of his cock. He’s watching you with dark lust filled eyes as you slowly fall to your knees in front of him, eye contact never wavering.

“Shit—when you look like that you make it harder for me to hold back.” He groans while licking his lip, “Exactly how I imagined you’d look.” He purrs as he brings the head of his cock to smother his precum over them, “Stick your tongue out for me baby—there you go, just like that.” He grins softly.

You lay your tongue flat under his fat cock, delighting in the delicious weight over your tongue. You can’t help but flick the tip of your tongue upwards causing it to brush over a throbbing vein. He releases a quiet hiss, fisting the shaft as he roughly slaps it against your tongue in repeated taps.

“Will you look at that, ‘nother little filthy slut we got here, how many other cocks you sucked huh?” He pushes into your mouth and holds the back of your head with one hand tightly fisted in your hair. You gag around his cock and fruitlessly claw at his thighs, “What’s the matter? Can’t take it? Poor baby can’t handle having a cock stuffed down her throat? Pathetic little thing you are, can’t even do what you were made for,” he rasps out while rolling his hips against your face.

His balls press snug against your chin as spit and drool dribble from the corners of your mouth. Your tears run freely no doubt ruining your makeup for the night, you probably look a hot mess right now. Your stalker moans and pants freely above you, he doesn’t bother hiding how good he feels right now as his cock twitches occasionally. You really lose it when he forces your head down and keeps you still, pelvis pressed right up against your nose as he rolls his hips in quick grinds.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out, “feels so fuckin’ good babydoll, knew you were the one when I first saw you.” He whispers out while slipping his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the gasping noises you make, “Gonna make you into my little cock sleeve, don’t need you doin’ anything else..belong with me right on my cock.” He shoves himself back into your mouth and begins fucking into your throat roughly. You cry and gurgle while weakly slapping your hands over his thighs. He doesn’t let up and only fucks your throat more eagerly.

“Fuck baby, c’mere,” he yanks you off his cock and brings you up to him.

He doesn’t waste time bending you back over the three and shoving his fat cock into you. You let out a loud cry and dig your nails into the tree from the pressure and slight twinge of pain from the size of his girthy cock. It sits nice and snug against your walls, curved slightly upwards to press into your g-spot, not quite hitting it but brushing over it.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper out as your toes curl from inside your shoes.

When a couple more seconds pass of him just idly rocking into you, he pulls all the way out until only the head remains before slamming back in with a loud slap. You jolt in pleasure as a tiny scream escapes, he doesn’t let up and keeps the same harsh pace he started with. His cock punches deep into your pussy, poking at your cervix painfully as you yelp out in pain between your moans.

“Fucking hell,” he moans out while moving his hands from your hips to your bouncing tits, “got a nice little pussy n a pair of pretty tits just for me right sweetheart?” He slaps one of your tits before taking your pebbled little nipple between his fingers and meanly pinching it.

“Mm!” You arch your back and try to twist away from his bruising grip. He manages to grip your other tit and knead it in his big hand.

Loud squelching noises fill the space around you in the woods, some of your slick even drips down onto the ground with tiny wet splats. The sound is filthy and has your face burning up in embarrassment as you hide in your hands with low whimpers and whiny moans. He suddenly changes the angle and begins grinding his fat cock right up against your g-spot, pressing insistently as he hits it over and over again.

“Oh you like it there don’t you sweetheart,” he grins while rolling his hips in slow circles, “go on then, fuck yourself on my cock like the little whore you are. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me.” He growls quietly in your ear while pinching your nipples once more.

A quiet squeal erupts from your throat, you shakily manage to knock your hips into his in a sloppy pace. “Please,” you slur out as your eyes slip shut, “c-can’t do it,” your pace is nowhere near the same as before.

“Can’t what?” He moves one hand down between your thighs, “Hm?”

You press your forehead against the tree bark in defeat, sobbing quietly as you wiggle your hips side to side, “ ‘s not the same, need you to f-fuck me.” You shamefully admit.

“Like this?” He slaps his hips upwards, “Or like this sweetheart?” He purrs and begins plowing into your drenched pussy, stuffing his cock deep inside with every thrust.

You throw your head back with a loud moan, “Yes, yes!” More drool begins slipping from your chin as you part your legs a bit wider and arch your back.

He swears at you from under his breath while rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. The sounds of skin slapping against skin begin louder, his balls collide with your swollen puffy folds and your ass ripples from his pelvis from his harsh thrusts. “Little fucking slut,” he grits out through his harsh punishing thrusts, “fuckin’ mine you hear that? So help me you ever think of looking at someone else I’ll fuckin gut them like a fish n fuck you over their dead body.” He hisses, “Better yet covered in their blood.” He roughly smacks your clit.

You mewl loudly and go still, your pussy pulses like crazy as you feel your orgasm hit you at full force. You cum with your clit trapped between his fingers and his cock stuffed deep. The orgasm is so strong it knocks you off your feet as you wobble and shake like a newborn lamb. “P-Please,” you sob out.

“On your knees,” he growls while slipping from your drenched cunt, “fuckin’ look at me.” He aims his cock at your face and strokes himself with loud slick noises. You stare up at him with a dazed expression, too fucked out to reply. He cums with a low moan, making sure to coat your lips and face with his cum as he taps the head against your cheek, “Fuck…” He sighs in bliss while lazily flicking his wrist.

You blink slowly and the last thing you see is him picking his knife back up.

+

Jungkook hums under his breath while he lazily digs through his bowl of popcorn, he’s been switching channels for a couple of minutes now. Nothing good is ever on these days, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head while flicking through the channels.

“Oh,” his face lights up in joy, “baby come look at this,” he grins and turns the volume up all the way high, “found somethin’ perfect for movie night.” He turns to look behind him, eyes wild and filled with sadistic joy.

“She was last seen Friday in the evening by her parents who were only going a few towns over to visit family. Her friends have all stated she was supposed to be meeting them that night but never showed, one even said they had spoken to her hours prior about their plans to meet. They said she wasn’t acting suspicious or anything—”

A muffled sob erupts, the sound of a cage rattling heard next as Jungkook slowly turns to look at your cowering form. You look so adorable all curled up in the cage like that, mascara streaking and lips wiped red from your lipstick. “Don’t like that movie?” He pouts, “Pity.” He turns back around and replays the entire missing persons ad.

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[AER-698] My Boss(?) Loves My Ass So Much She Puts Her Tongue on It, Then She Fucks Me in the Ass Like I’m Her Cockslut and Make Me Cum!

aespa’s Uchinaga Aeri/Giselle x Male Reader

1.2k words

Sequel to Excel

“G–Giselle, nghh.”

“Shh, call me Aeri, baby. I won’t bite you–and your ass.”

A giggle leaves Aeri’s lips just before her tongue dives right back onto your asshole, leaving you tensed up in the sensations.

Again, you’re caught in this “predicament” of having your collar tugged by someone while walking in the SM building’s hallway—happens to be Aeri this time. 

Should’ve been more careful.

Her hands grip the outer of your thighs ever so tightly, locking your willing, lithe body in place. Her dexterous flesh finds its rhythm in lapping up your rear, having your cock leaking droplets of precum on the tile floor. She doesn’t taste the insides of your body yet, but you’re quite sure that she won’t stop on the outside.

“You know–wait, Yizhuo would probably have told you this, our little rankings, haven’t she?”

“Y–Yes, yes, Aeri. I–I got the best ass for four years straight.” You aren’t certain whether to be proud of it, but it gets you here, bent over a desk to have your asshole licked.

“Yeah, you know, it’s not just the ass. There’s legs, abs, face, and you didn’t do bad in other categories!” she stops the tongue action, but still playing with the rim of your tightness with her deft fingers. The pleasure is still there.

“T–Thanks, hgngnn, Aeri.”

“Anyways, yeah, I’ll go back to eating your ass now.” Aeri chuckles, before placing her tongue on you again, eliciting an inaudible sound from you.

She lets out a quiet, satisfied moan with each swipe of her flesh. How can she be so good at eating ass? God, this woman, she’s making you struggle to stand upright. You would’ve fallen to the ground a long time ago if it’s not for this poor wooden desk.

You swear that your moans keep getting higher and higher with each lick of hers. She does it so, so well, fuck.

And as if she can listen to your body, she starts to invade your butthole—piercing her tongue into your body every two or three swipes. The shocks become stronger now, any contact with your cock and you’ll cum.

“Hmm, baby boy, you taste good,” Aeri says. You can feel your puckered hole clenching in front of her face. You can feel her warm breath on your cheeks. And you can feel the tightening of her hold on your legs. She want you so, so fucking bad.

“T–Thanks, nnhh, A–Aeri, again.” You just can’t form your thoughts with the waves and waves of pleasure surging through you now.

And she stops.

“W–What?” you utter, glancing back to catch her determined eyes.

“Oh, baby boy, my poor baby boy. Just wait a second, okay?” Aeri says with her doe eyes, her hands searching for something within her tote bag.

As she brings the object out, the size of it makes you gawk—a six-inch black strap-on. To be honest, the expectation of it being a dildo plowing your slutty ass isn’t exactly too far. But with the size of it, you won’t be able to walk home properly today.

“A–Aeri? I–I don’t think I–”

“Shhh, baby boy, let me fuck your ass, alright? Be a good boy for me~” Aeri speaks as she’s harnessing the plastic phallus on her waist.

You nod.

She paints lube on her shaft, and she manages to snuck a finger into your tightness to lather her target.

And so it begins.

She slowly pushes her cock into you. The coldness of the lube makes you shiver, and how her length enters your pliant body. You keep your mouth tight shut, unable to make any sound out of this otherworldly sensation. God, she’s fully dominating you.

“C’mon, make some noise, baby.”

And that’s when you let go.

You let out the loudest moan of your life at her command.

“Fuck, ngnghhn, Aeri.”

Her first filling of your snug hole brims with care—the ridges of her cock grazing your inner walls, the gentle hold of her hands on your slutty, slim waist.

“God, you’re well worth the wait, baby boy.”

The tip of her rod sears into your body up to your prostate, sending waves and waves of indescribable ecstasy through your frame. You’re such a slut for her.

“That’s it, baby boy. Take me inside you.”

And with an inch more, she’s buried inside you to the hilt. The edge of her hardness is poking your stomach. It hurts, but it’s also fucking satisfying.

“I wish I could stay like this forever, but unfortunately–” she pulls herself back, leaving some space inside you once again. “–I don’t have all day.”

And she thrusts back into your ass, violently.

“D–Daddy!”

Fuck, where does the moniker come from?

“Yes, yes, moan for me, baby girl. Be my good girl.”

She doesn’t let the slow pace linger for too long, as she starts to up her ante. Any leftovers of the initial gentleness are now replaced by the roughness of her cock ramming into your ass, into your prostate. Each stroke sends you closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Fuck, I wish I could stay soft. But god, fuck, I now know why Yizhuo was smiling that whole damn day.” Her grip on your waist—that slutty, slutty waist—becomes tighter. “Because of a slut like you, baby girl.”

“Ngnh, d–daddy.” You’ve submitted to Yizhuo before, but this is on another level. “Daddy, please use me like your slut. I–I’m your cockslut!”

“Good fucking girl.” And she gives your ass a slap, fuck, leaving you in such pleasurable pain.

Wet squelching sounds vibrate through the room. Aeri is fucking your ass relentlessly. She’s not leaving any room for your breathing. Her plastic phallus hits your prostate again, and again, and again. You’re her fucking dirty cockslut—made to be used and abused.

With each contact, you can feel your release coming in close. It’s building up in your loins, that familiar feeling. The echoing of each “daddy” doesn’t help either, only serves to declare your full submission for Aeri.

“Daddy, I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Fucking cum then, you useless cocksleeve. Cum on the floor!”

It doesn’t take many thrusts into your rearhole for you to lose your hold. Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum onto the white tile floor. She doesn’t relent, still ramming her own length into your prostate, so eager to squeeze every drop out of you.

Your cock twitches violently, each spurt descends in its intensity. Still, all of them send the same message: you’re Uchinaga Aeri’s cockslut.

“Yes, just like that, you fucking bitch.” She gives your ass a slap once again. That’s going to leave a mark.

Eventually, you come down from your high, all panting, desperate for air. You’re trying your best to keep hold of the table.

“F–Fuck, that was fun,” Aeri says, also panting.

“Nhgn.”

“C’mon, baby, let’s get some sleep.” And Aeri helps you walking towards the bedroom upstairs, being fucked in the ass and all. You can barely walk.

As you reach her room, she places you into her bed. Before tucking you in, letting you rest after one of the best sex you’ve ever had.

“Good night, baby boy.”

–

[hewwokitti]

Brat (JJ Maybank x Reader)

It’s not like you mean to be a brat sometimes it just comes out. You know JJ doesn’t like when you’re rude and you’re good- at least getting better- at controlling your mouth but your facial expressions need work. So that's how you found yourself with JJ’s hand firmly on the back of your neck, pushing you into the chateau after sneering at something John B said.

“How many- How many fuckin times do i have to tell ya to fix your damn face huh? I ain’t playin with you today. Get your ass in there”

Yup you’re screwed.

He bullies you inside, smacking the globe of your ass all the while.

“JJ.. I’m sorry, I-“ you’re cut off as he roughly grabs your face, making you squeal.

“Yeah… Yeah you’re boutta be REAL sorry here soon dolly. You know where I want you c’mon.”

And you do, assuming the usual position on the bed, ass up, cheek against the undone bed. He comes up behind you, rough hand pushing your face into the mattress even more. “I keep tellin you kitty to play nice huh? don’t need you bein a bitch to my friends.” JJ emphasizes his words by pushing your face harder, making you cry out.

“Shh shh shhh” he utters condescendingly, while flipping your flimsy skirt up, rubbing the now exposed flesh. “don’t want them to hear how much of a bitch ya are for papa hmm?”

You screw your eyes shut, whimpering softly. He’s right, the pouges are right outside and any loud sounds would be sure to make their way to your shared friend’s ears.

Your thoughts are cut off by the sharp sting of JJ’s hand colliding with your ass, feeling the flesh jiggle at the impact “Answer me” he barks.

“n-no!!” you wail. JJ grins.

He pulls your head up by your hair, leaning over you, lips pressed against your ear. “Now, you’re gonna be good for me hmm? gonna take this dick then, ya gonna walk this ass,” he grabs a handful tightly, making your eyes roll back, “back out there n apologize”

“Y-Yes im sorry!” you say.

“mmm save it, you’re not sorry yet.” JJ says, as he throws your head back down. “Don’t even wanna look at ya right now, got me pissed the fuck off, that what you wanted?” He unbuckles his pants and ties the belt around your neck like a collar, using the long tail like a leash.

He rams into you, making you let out a garbled scream as he pounds into you, teeth bared giving you his all.

“Yeah, this is what you needed. Gotta get the bitch fucked outta ya don’t ya? Fuckin whore.”

The tight belt around your neck makes your head swim, all you can feel is JJ… JJ… JJ.

“Nah nah nah what’s my name kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you’ve been saying that aloud but with the way your blood circulation has been cut off, you can’t realize anything other than his dick deep in your guts. “D-daddy-y-y” you whine out, speech almost incoherent with the rhythm of his bruising thrusts.

“That’s right kitty, I’m your daddy, I’m your fucking daddy… jesus kitty you’re squeezing the life outta me SHIT you’re such a WHORE”

His harsh words make your eyes roll back, the only thing keeping your face up is JJ’s pull of the belt. The moans you let out are staccato, more like high pitched grunts, long nails clawing at the belt but not tapping out yet.

“O-oh man, you gonna cum kitty? don’t lie to me, can fuckin FEEL it” JJ spits out.

You nod vigorously, unable to speak, pushing back against him as best you can.

“FU-Uck yeah kitty cum with me c’mon” he let’s go of the belt, the rush of blood back into your head makes you squirt around him, screaming his name between gasps of breath as you flop onto the bed. JJ growls as he empties inside, thrusts slowing but not stopping making your toes curl with the overstimulation.

“There ya go kitty hmm? don’t that feel better?” He rubs your back as you let out little gasps and twitches.

After a while, once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s helping you clean up, getting you into comfy PJs.

“Okay mama, you good?” he holds your face in his hands, lifting it up casually to inspect your throat, a red rim of his belt mark makes him feel just the tiniest bit bad. He massages it as you croak out “‘m good now J”

He hums in response, “A’ight then, up you get, there’s some apologies ya gotta make now hmm?”

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thank you to @rafeysdoll (ofc) @siriusly-star-crossed, @monkichixo for proofreading!

[rinstaro]

Tbh I don’t have an idea for this one kore, but smth horny asf with my bb time or even wild cause I’ve been having a bit of a rough time

hope ur well and thank you!!

-💫

of course, anything for you dear. this took so long!!!! sorry i’ve been so dead lately, life is tryna whoop my ass. i was playing botw and changed into the barbarian set and…… yeah. you know how it “bolsters links fighting spirit”? in my head it just makes him a lot more feral so it makes him horny too. i hope you like it! and i hope you feel better soon! i promise that these rough times will pass 🌟

cw: he’s a little mean, doggy, forest sex, reader is implied to be shorter than him, slight predator/prey dynamics, y’all are just messing around… or are you? reader has a vagina no pronouns, not proofread <3

minors do not interact.

you played with wild’s stuff all the time. he didn’t mind so long as you didn’t hurt yourself. his swords, his bows, and especially his armor. no matter how many rupees he’d spend buying you whatever clothes you wanted, you were always fascinated with his instead.

his knights armor was heavy and sturdy. his climbing gear showed off his toned arms. his sheikah armor had you drooling.

the only set you hadn’t seen on him was the barbarian armor. you always wondered about the set. the headpiece was just a little scary, so you asked him what the armor was for when it covered so… little.

“it makes me a little more��. it’s easier to fight.”

he left it at that, but it made you curious. so it made him stronger, but you wanted to see that firsthand. you asked him if he’d put it on for you to which he shied away. “i don’t think you’d like it…”

you rolled your eyes, begging him to do it, just once. he eventually caved. when he did, you immediately realized why he was hesitant to show you his armor.

he looked fucking divine.

the way it exposed the best parts of him had you salivating. you circled him, trailing your gaze up and down his body. the tattoos that manifest on his torso and legs... you wanted to taste them for yourself. “i cannot believe you hid this from me,” you mumbled. you wrapped your arms around him, tracing his skin with your fingertips. you could hear his breath hitch as you teased him relentlessly.

suddenly he grabbed your wrists, looking at you with a hardened gaze.

“i’m not sure if we should… do that right now.”

you could tell wild was holding himself back, so you decided to kick it up a notch. you dropped to your knees in front of him, batting your eyelashes when he hisses. your hands trailed down to his thighs, nails scratching the skin ever so slightly. “come on, you don’t wanna have fun? at least let me– oh!”

the grip on your wrists tightened, and you were locked in place. your heated gaze met his, and you shuddered. he looked like he was about to eat you alive. wild’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you, seemingly trying to keep himself together. he slowly leaned down, eyes never leaving yours.

“sure, let’s have some fun.”

that’s how you ended up deep in the forest, heart racing and wild hot on your trail. this was harder than you thought, but it was definitely exciting. the deal he made you was simple. just a quick game of hide and seek.

“you get five minutes. if you win, you get your way. if i win, i get mine.”

you took off as soon as he uttered the word ‘run’, excited giggles ringing in his ears as he watched you. he waited til you were out of sight, and even gave you an extra minute. after counting, he started walking at a leisurely place in the direction you took off in, grinning to himself.

sure, this was a little unfair. you didn’t stand a chance against him without the set, let alone with it. but you didn’t need to know that. you wanted to have some fun, so he’ll entertain you. wild wondered how long you’d last when he finally got you under him.

you stopped to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you panted. surely this was far enough. you'd been running at full speed for a while, and you were sure at least 2 minutes had passed. you had to have gotten pretty far.

only moments later did you hear a loud “thud” from behind you. you spun around to be met with trees and shrubs, the silence making you uneasy. your eyes scanned the area only to find nothing. probably just some animal, right? even if it was, you weren’t gonna take the chance. you slowly backed away in the opposite direction of the noise, keeping an eye out for any movement.

when you turned back to run, you were met with the hard surface of someone’s chest. you groaned, rubbing your nose before your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriend.

“i win, right?”

you opened your mouth to protest, quickly being cut off by him gripping your chin. his hold was gentle but the look in his eyes was anything but. “l-link?” he wore a twisted little grin, as if he’d just caught his first meal in days.

“so we’re doing this my way. i’ll still give you one choice. do you want it here, or do you want me to chase you back home?” your knees buckled at his words, your mind reeling. you couldn’t even begin to speak, sputtering out nothing but nonsense. wild huffed, grabbing your wrists and pinning you face first to the nearest tree. he pinned your arms on the side of you and spoke, “don’t move.” you nodded hastily.

“you know you look really cute when you run? it was hard not to take you right there. the wait was worth it, though,” he grinned. his fingers traced your spine, his hunger only growing as he watched you shiver.

wild placed a hand over your eyes and started trailing love bites down your neck. you whined. the bites felt hard enough to leave marks, yet you could still tell he was holding back. you pushed your ass back against him, trying to rile him up.

your boyfriend growled, suddenly biting down harshly on your neck. you whimpered loudly as your arms twitched with the need to move, which didn't go unnoticed.

"look at you, still trying to be a good pet. ah, its a little late though. you've already pushed me to my limit," he snarled, landing a smack to your ass. he watched the flesh jiggle, humming contentedly. without warning, your bottoms were ripped from you and thrown to the ground. the roles were now swapped, wild on his knees before you- well, behind you.

you felt him part your folds with his thumbs, watching your sex drip with arousal. you squealed at your sudden nudity, arms reaching back to grab him. he quickly put a stop to that, grabbing both wrists in one hand. "on the tree. don't interrupt me."

you obeyed his orders, bringing your arms back to yourself and placing them on the tree. once he was satisfied with your position, he gave no warning before licking a long stripe up your cunt. you moaned shakily, the pleasure between your legs making you tremble. wild hummed, tongue swiping across your clit at a rapid pace.

he ate you like a man starved, your position not allowing you any room to squirm. you moaned his name over and over, and it only seemed to make him more ravenous. a mix of spit and slick dripped down his chin while his nails dug into your thighs. he'd been waiting for this for far too long. "l-link, im gonna- keep going, please!"

your boyfriend wasn't listening to your whines, tongue fucking you until your eyes crossed. he was doing this for him.

only a couple moments later did you gush all over his face, legs shaking in his grasp. wild didn't stop even when you whimpered for him to slow down. he made sure you were licked clean before pulling away from your cunt.

"b-babe what- oh!"

you weren't sure when he undid his belt, but you felt the head of his cock push against your folds.

"you always taste fucking amazing. be sure to give me another taste later," he whispered in your ear. his buttercup blonde hair tickled your shoulder as he leaned over you. "that wasn't loud enough for me, though. maybe i just need to be a little rougher, then you'll scream for me right?"

without another word, he pushed his cock into your cunt making your eyes roll back into your head. it took no time for you to adjust to his size, and he took no time in starting up a mean pace. the sound of his hips slamming into yours rang in your ears, every pleasurable thrusts making your head spin. one hand left your hips to grab your hair, tugging slightly. you winced, the pain sending heat right to your cunt.

"oh, you like that? squeezing me so hard— so cute, baby, thinking you could beat me," he groaned. you could only respond with loud moans, your brain turned to mush. "sound so pretty, gonna cum?" you nodded frantically in response, begging for him to keep going. he watched your cunt suck him in, your ass jiggling with every mean thrust.

"p-please, feels good!" your words slurred together, drool beginning to drip from your chin. it was too much and yet you wanted more. he was hitting your g spot with every thrust, his balls slapped against your clit, and you couldn't imagine a better way for this game of yours to end. you heard him snarl before he picked up his pace.

"f-fuck! 'm my god yes!" a few more thrusts and you were spasming in between him and the tree. wild stopped his movements, relishing in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. he chucked to himself as he watched you writhe. he suddenly frowned, realizing he hadn't been able to see your face when you came. oh, well. he'll just make you cum again.

wild pulled out, turning you around and staring you in the eyes. he then watched as your chest rose and fell, mouth hung open as you tried to catch your breath. the ferocity that was temporarily sated was now rising again.

you yelped in surprise when he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. your back rested against the tree as you furrowed your brows in confusion. "b-babe?"

"you're so gorgeous. how many times do you think i could fuck you til your legs gave out?" he questioned casually, a dark smile on his face. your legs clenched against him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders while he held you up by your thighs. you swallowed thickly, unable to answer. "hm? three? four? or more than that? well, i guess we'll see..."

wild never broke eye contact as he slipped his cock back into you, not even giving you a moment before fucking you at a savage pace. your back arched against the tree as you squirmed in his grasp. he pounded himself deeper into your cunt, his growls getting louder and your vision beginning to turn white. he was too much, fucking you so mercilessly and yet you couldn't bring yourself to want to stop. is this what he meant? he thought you wouldn't like this?

"l-link!"

"hm?" he answered, never faltering in his pace.

"harder!" your boyfriend's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he huffed in disbelief. you just continued to surprise him. he adjusted his grip on your thighs, leaning in so that you two were nose to nose.

"i've always wanted to see how much you could take."

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Akatsuki; Gangbang/moresome

a/n: reader x akatsuki members! (pain, kakuzu, kisame, deidara, hidan, tobi - with zetsu present lmaooo. horrifically 18+ lol. Okay, two problems I know. NO ITACHI, also NO KONAN but I included the characters I think would be down with this and those two just don’t fit the bill.). oral, vaginal sex, ass play, degradation & praise. wc 3.8k

Kinktober Masterlist

“I’ve initiated a meeting with some of our wealthiest female donors,” Pain said as Akatsuki members arrived at the entrance. 

Itachi and Konan were not among them, the former having refused on the spot while it had simply not been the latter’s scene. Pain suspected a speckle of jealousy on Konan’s part, but had not argued with her decline.

Kisame studied the club and its lights, winking flirtatiously, and when realization dawned, shook his head with mock judgment. "You know some interesting people, Leader.”

Pain raised his brows. “As you all know, I do all I can to find donors who are willing to give to our organization.”

“It’s a fucking sex club,” Kakuzu snapped. “Doesn't that mean we're paying them?” 

Pain was quiet for a few seconds. “No. Tonight, we are offering our services.”

They were quiet in turn. 

“What …” Deidara started cautiously, “kind of services?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Hidan added. “From the sounds of it, we won’t be killing anyone.”

Pain shot him a dangerous look. “Certainly not. There's been an agreement. We've been offered to come here at no expense of our own.”

“So we're not paying?” Kakuzu said, ever the single minded one.

“That's correct.”

“What will we be doing?” Deidara said, determined to stop beating around the bush.

Pain delayed his answer, but nothing could soften the blow. “We will be offering pleasure to the woman.”

Silence, then ― 

“What?”

“Come again?”

"We're fucking for free?"

“Who would ―?”

"Ohhhh." Tobi, who was the only one unfazed by the announcement, fixed a hand on his hip. "Tobi has read about this!"

"You read?” Deidara quipped. 

"Yes! Its called hybris… hyber… " Tobi strained to recall. 

“Sound it out,” Deidara deadpanned. 

“It's a big word! But anyway, some girls like criminals and wanna be with them!”

“Tobi is right,” Pain said with an inscrutable look the aforementioned man’s way. “And the word is hybristophilia. In other words, our activities are not always repulsive to the fairer sex.” 

Kisame laughter sounded out amongst other nightlife jingles ― slot machines and bustling crowds. 

“Sometimes our activities attract,” Kisame smirked. “Leader’s not the only one keeping things interesting around here, I see.”

Pain straightened as it seemed as though the door would open, but it was only a false alarm. “If any of you wish to leave, you are free to do so,” he said. “Though, I suspect you won't.”

Deidara crossed his arms. “What makes you so sure?”

“I’m not sure,” Pain deadpanned as members of his group trailed eyes over a gaggle of pretty women walking by. “Just a feeling.”

Hidan recovered from his ogling to scoff. “Well, count me out. This is unclean ― not to mention totally beneath Lord Jashin.”

Pain looked Hidan over his shoulder. “I have let the club owners know that a percentage of whatever is made tonight be donated to any temple of our choosing.”

Hidan blinked. Shrugged. “It’s okay, then.” 

Deidara licked lips that’d become dry. “For how long? And ―” He struggled. “How much?”

Pain’s ringed eyes met his, a beat following before he replied, “As long as you can take. As much as you can take.”

The shock began to subside to be replaced with a sense of utter unreality. 

“Seriously?” Kakuzu said. “We’re really going to do this?” Kakuzu considered. “Then again, if we’re the ones being paid …”

“Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit curious outside of the dough,” Kisame teased. “Bet you haven’t had any in quite a while.”

“What’d you say?”

Just in time, the doors opened to reveal a madam. 

“Oh!” Said the big-wigged woman. “Lord Pain! Please, come in!” 

The woman led them into a dimly-lit hallway, doors lining either side into apparently oblivion. The big-wigged woman opened one of many and you, a much younger woman, appeared.

The woman leaned against the doorframe, dressed in nothing but silk, black lingerie with matching stockings. She giggled as she studied her clientele.

“If they told me there’d be so many of you, I would’ve worn less,” she purred. 

The big-wigged madam giggled. “Have fun, boys,” she said and closed the door.

You sauntered toward the bed in the room, sat and spread your legs. “So, who’s first?” 

Pain crossed the room immediately. 

“Le ― Leader!” Deidara’s face ran corrupted with red.

With one finger, Pain beckoned you to her feet. He got behind you, forcing you forward the group of criminals you would soon serve.

“Don’t any of you realize what I am offering you?” Pain crept into the crook of your neck, his lips dangerously close to leaving a kiss there. His hand crept over the planes of your stomach, eliciting a soft hum from you in return. “I am telling you …” 

Pain hooked fingers against the band of your panties, pulled them down to reveal your naked cunt. 

“We can do as we want with her …”

Immediately, the energy of the room changed. It grew hotter as Pain took the plunge, peppering your neck with kisses, one hand fingering your cunt while the other kneaded at your breasts. You moaned, the slick sounds of Pain’s fingers exploring your sopping folds mingling in the air. 

Kisame shrugged. “I’m game.” 

Pain removed both his fingers and form as Kisame approached. You whined in disapproval before Kisame’s hand took you by the throat. He pinned you to the wall across the bed. You released another moan as he tightened his grip over your neck.

“You like that, little girl?” Kisame teased. “Like to be choked?” 

“Mhmm, mmm …!”

“Oi.” Hidan crossed the room. “Save some for me. If these whores’ll be sending Jashin’s temple money, might as well …”

You squealed as Kisame threw you to the bed with a devilish chuckle. 

“There.” Kisame slapped the side of your cheek. “Take her mouth.”

Your mouth fell open and Hidan went to remove his coat, as Kisame did, before working on his zipper. 

The others ― Tobi, Deidara, Pain, and Kakuzu ― resigned to the sidelines. 

Deidara faced his leader to the sound of zippers and buckles loosening. “Aren’t you going to ―”

“Consider it a courtesy to the collective,” Pain said. “I will go last.”

Kakuzu huffed, but clearly something had changed in the man’s demeanor as Hidan and Kisame worked you out of the pretty lingerie Pain had left slack. “There’ll be enough holes to go around, I imagine.”

“Not with me in the room,” Kisame said, working your panties past your delicious thighs. 

He tugged his trousers down to reveal two cocks, blue-tinted along with the rest of his skin and springing hard and ready.

“She’s so pretty …” Tobi mused, surely drooling behind his mask of tangerine. 

You were fully nude now, save the stockings around your legs ― said legs now wrapped around Kisame’s waist at his breathy command. Hidan slapped the side of your mouth with his cock, watching you wince with sadistic pleasure before filling your mouth with him. He groaned, the sound harsh and heavy in his throat, when you moaned around his cock, elicited by Kisame entering both of your holes from behind. 

“Mmm ― mmfph!” 

“Aah, fuck!” Hidan buried a hand in your hair, forcing you forward to fuck your mouth properly. “Fuck her hard, Kisame. Her mouth, oh ―”

Kakuzu huffed ― but not before clearing his throat. “The night’s barely started and you’re already at your wit’s end, Hidan.” 

“All for Jashin ― aargh!” Hidan threw his head back as your hand massaged his balls. 

You squealed as Kisame quickened his pace, your eyes bulging wide as he split you open on not one, but two cocks at a time. The bed underneath you creaked as Kisame jutted his hips into your tight holes. His sharp nails tightened into bedsheets beside your head. 

Pain tilted his head in fascination. “How does she feel, Kisame?”

“Fan―fucking-tastic …!” He growled as he slapped his hips into you, rattling your body with the power of his thrusts. 

Tobi came forward and Deidara realized why ― after all, you had two free hands that could be put to use. 

In a flash, Tobi was out of his robe and tugging his trousers, hand fishing for his cock to place into your waiting, willing hand. 

Tobi shivered, gasped ― in a voice not quite his ― as your hand grasped his cock and stroked him obediently. 

“She’s a trooper,” Kisame said, thoroughly fucking you into the creaking mattress. He leaned forward to lick the side of your face. “Enjoying yourself, slut?”

“Yes ― oh, gods, yes ― mm!” Your words jumbled from your mouth when Hidan allowed it, before shoving himself back in.

“‘Course she does,” Hidan hissed. “All you whores are all the same, just holes waiting to be filled ― urgh!” 

You popped Hidan from your mouth to shoot a look at Pain, Kakuzu, and Deidara. “Mm! I have one more hand, c’mon, one more cock, I can take it, please!” 

Adrenaline shot through Deidara; he stepped forward ― only to be thwarted by Kakuzu shoving him to the side and taking his place. He dug for his cock with narrowed eyes, flashed green over your rolling tits. You reached for Kakuzu, stroking off both him and Tobi simultaneously. 

Kisame did not make it easy for you, fucking you mercilessly now. You couldn’t hold Hidan in your mouth anymore, but perhaps didn’t need to; Hidan began to stroke himself over your face, nearly at his limit. 

“Oh, gods, yes, pleasepleaseplease, feels so good, so good, all of you, mmhmm, please ―” 

Tobi moved his mask up his face a few inches and kneeled down to kiss you, his tongue shoving into your willing mouth. 

Hidan growled, shoved him away as he came, spurts of cum roping over your face and collarbone. You opened your mouth to scream as both your weeping cunt and tight ass clenched around Kisame’s cocks.

Kisame lurched over momentarily, before pulling out of you with a drawn-out grunt, the white of his cum shooting against your plush-pink folds and stomach. 

Being in the throes of climax seemed to adrenalize you, because your hands quickened their pace on the dual cocks in your hold, your motions becoming almost blurry as you jerked off the two men on above you. 

Kisame bowed out to collect his breath at the edge of the bed, meanwhile Tobi slotted into his space, turning you over on your hands and knees. 

“Wait,” Kakuzu growled out. “What do you think you’re ―?”

“Don’t worry, Kuzu.” You sat on your elbows, Kakuzu’s cock still fastened in your hold. “I can take care of you from here …” 

You swiped at Kakuzu’s cockhead, which seemed to satisfiy; his eyes shuddered closed and let you continue taking him in your mouth. 

You released a drawn-out moan as Tobi entered you from behind, forcing you forward. You caught yourself on your elbow, humming as Tobi bottomed out inside of you, hands secured tightly over your curvy hips. 

Hidan gripped the back of your head and forced you into the bush of Kakuzu’s pubic hair. 

“Mmmf!”

“Don’t think it’s over between you and me; I would never give such a paltry performance in the name of Jashin.” Hidan said, then removed himself from the bed. 

For once, Kakuzu made no angry retort; he rocked his hips forward, fucking your skilled mouth. He watched with still zombie eyes, fascinated with your head bobbing back and forth on his cock.

“She’s quite talented.” Pain’s voice carried with it an extra layer of silk, bordering on teasing. He turned to Deidara. “I see a hand free for you.” 

Deidara swallowed. Finally. He was already out of his cloak, adorning only the fishnet he donned underneath, his cock long and veiny and glued to his hand growing tacky with sweat. He approached you as Hidan pressed himself against the wall and slipped against it to sit on the floor. 

Kakuzu shot Deidara a glare as the younger man offered his cock to you. 

“Don’t think I’m sharing with you, circus freak.”

Deidara’s brow twitched. “Who’re callin ―”

“Don’t fight,” You purred before taking Kakuzu in your mouth again, cheeks hollowed against his cock while stroking Deidara lovingly.

Kakuzu lurched forward, hand over the small of your back before it found itself over the fat of your ass. Tobi planted a hand over your other cheek, fucking you from behind. A particularly harsh thrust nearly sent your head thudding against the wall, but he held you firmly to him, rolling his hips expertly into you. 

Deidara frowned as he watched the scene. Where’d he learn to fuck like that? 

You hummed with appreciation, sending Kakuzu shivering over you. 

“Urgh …” He gave your ass a slap before curling a hand under your stomach to fish for your clit. “She is good.”

“Was I lying?” Kisame joked with a sharp laugh. 

Kakuzu had only just found your sensitive nub to give it a series of grateful, circular strokes before Tobi knocked his hand away to do it himself. 

“Ahh!” You bucked back into Tobi as he fiddled with your clit. 

Kakuzu growled as you deep-throated him for the last time. “I’m ―!” 

You held him at the back of your throat as he finished inside you, swallowing his spent as he panted above you. 

You gripped Deidara with force, retiring from his shaft only to caress his balls. Deidara clenched a hand at the wall. You popped Kakuzu from your mouth and immediately you were on Deidara’s cock, licking the long expanse of it before to familiarize yourself with him.

“Such a pretty cock.” You shot him a stare in your breathy state, Tobi still fucking you from behind with mysterious skill, cum from previous escapades settled and dry against your cheek. “Almost as pretty as the rest of you …” 

“Hm ― hm … !” Deidara shuddered as you fit him in your mouth. 

Tobi slapped your ass before moving to thumb at the star of your ass, teasing the pucker you rocked on and off of him. 

“Mmm!”  

“Such a pretty miss,” Tobi breathed out, clearly at his limit. “Let me see pretty lady cum …”

You screamed around Deidara’s cock. He grunted viciously as you reached your limit, clenching down on Tobi. You were rocked with a few harsh, quick thrusts before Tobi forced himself to pull out, white leaking from his slit and into the crack of your ass. 

Deidara grabbed your ankle and forced you toward him. Without needing to be asked, you spread your legs, giving him the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing, still hungry. 

Deidara’s cock twitched with want. He settled at your entrance, pushing himself into your slick cunt. 

“Too bad she’s getting pretty boy after the likes of us,” Kisame said, slapping Tobi’s wrist as he, apparently, tapped out, still mysteriously reticent. 

Deidara frowned, trying to enjoy the possessive clench of your cunt. “Sh ―Shut up.”

Your heel knocked into Deidara’s back, causing him to fall forward and into your arms. 

You kissed his nose. “I wanna see you.”

Deidara blinked, then smirked, then fucked into you ― a sharp, quick thrust ― and drank in your gasp.

“Aw, c’mon,” he said. “Can’t still be tight after all that.”

“Yeah,” You breathed against Deidara’s cheek as he started a rhythm, “c’mon, cutie ―”

“Cutie?” 

Deidara forced his fingers into your mouth, followed by two more digits, as his hips rolled into you, skin slapping as you slurped on the digits. 

“Don’t think you can get smart with me, whore.” 

Deidara hissed as you sucked on him from both holes. He hit against your walls, silky and velvety against his overdue cock.

“Got to admit, you’ve got a nice little pussy ― argh,” Deidara bit into his lips as you moaned underneath him. “It really is ― hah ― a piece of art ― hah ― but don’t think you’re getting the best of me ―”

Despite his words, you were getting the best of him. Shit. He had waited too long, and you felt too good. Already, he felt the strain of an oncoming climax. Your breasts bounced and knocked into his chest as he fixed himself hard to you. At a particularly hard thrust, you threw your head back, exposing your pretty neck to him. 

Deidara dove into it, biting at the skin there. Maybe, amongst all the members here, he’d be the one to leave his mark on you …

You raked hard, red lines down his back and Deidara cried out, gritting his teeth. The pleasure married with the pain. So good. So good. 

It would be no good if he came before you did; he would never live it down. Deidara forced a hand down the bridge of your bodies to twirl at your clit.  

“Oh, fuck, mm!” Your legs quivered around him. 

He watched you from the side of his eye. You had the prettiest lips, sweet and plump. 

He felt your clenching, now more involuntary than ever as you cried out. He muffled the sound with a kiss to your abused lips. The squeeze of you was enough to topple him over the edge. Stars and colors swam over his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking your soul from your lips as orgasms ravaged your body and his ―

A hand dragged him off of you. His cock sprung from your cunt to spray the inside of your thighs with his spent. 

“What the fuck ―?”

“Didn’t think I had to say it,” Kakuzu said, dragging him to the side of the bed. “But: not inside, you idiot.” 

“He really is the youngest of us all,” Hidan teased.

Deidara growled as Kakuzu stared at your cunt, clearly tempted. Deidara stood, ready to fight ―

“Enough.” 

Pain came forward, fully nude. The others parted for him. You sat on the bed, patiently waiting for him, your eyes following him with a reverent dreaminess.

Pain idly wiped away Deidara’s spent with the tail of a sheet, unfazed by it all. “It seems it’s finally my turn.” Again, like no time had passed, he beckoned you on your feet. “Up.”

You did so; standing as he sat. You seemed to read his mind and backed into his legs. Pain scooped you up in his lap, balancing you atop him, inches from his cockhead.

“You’re lovely.” Pain licked the shell of your ear, his chin nestled in your shoulder. He held you above him, hands tucked into the back of your knees. “And your services have been much appreciated tonight. Now, Let me take it from here.”

He sat you on his cock, a hand at your throat to choke you with. 

“Oh!” You jostled as Pain fucked into you from below, your voice muffled with Pain’s hand closing your airways. “O ―Oh!” 

A muffled giggle. “Be careful not to break her, Leader.” Zetsu appeared from the wall. “I’m afraid sometimes you don’t know your own strength.”

“I doubt she would complain,” Pain replied idly, intensely studying your face, firmly fixed in his grip and contorted with pleasure. He slapped his hips into you again and again, the meat of his cock appearing and disappearing, enveloped by your snatch.

The other members congregated to watch the show before them. Deidara ached; his orgasm had been ruined by the fucking ragdoll, and now Pain enjoyed the pussy that had been his only a few moments before. And yet he couldn’t imagine participating unless openly invited by Pain. Deidara gripped his cock, still slick from his time inside of you, and stroked himself to the sight.

Juices mixed around the base of Pain’s cock. You whimpered and moaned, hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. 

“Oh, gods, Pain, I ― please!”

His other hand toyed with the prominent nipple of your tit, delighted in how it grew under his attention. His balls slapped the fat of your ass with each thrust. You were no lightweight; giving what he gave, syncronizing with his thrusts in no time. Pain huffed. He would not, could not admit to how much he was enjoying this. Some pleasure for his base body, the sweet entrapment of your pussy.

“Your pussy is truly marvelous,” he said, voice like silk. “Is all of this truly for me?”

“Yes!” You cried, not a beat skipped. 

“I think it’s for all of us, Leader,” Zetsu said.

“Hush.”

You fell over Pain, your chest almost crushed to his, dainty hands at his sides. Finally Pain began to display signs of pleasure; closing his many-ringed eyes, his lips parting as you threw yourself down on him and he pulled up to you. The hand previously busy with your tit wove past the dip of your hips. A finger brushed past the cleft of your ass cheek to before it found its target, and prodded ―

“Aah!” You threw your head back, clenching and fluttering around him. “Ah ― Pain!”

You had gotten the best of him; a low grunt escaped Pain as he struck his finger deeper into your asshole.

No one cared for Deidara, for if they did they would see his hand working madly on his cock; his lip sucked under his teeth, ready to bleed. 

“I’m ―” You fell into Pain’s chest, releasing a huff. “I’m gonna ―”

“Go ahead.” Pain’s voice sounded under strain, but still demanding in its gritty hush. “You’ve put on a stunning performance for us tonight. Delight us with one more.”

Pain’s knuckle disappeared into the ring of your ass, the skin of your rear rippling from tight thrusts. With a cry-like whimper, you shuddered and convulsed. Pain’s other hand pressed hard into the small of your back, inadvertently steadying you as you succumbed to his merciless thrusts upward into your spasming cunt.

An near imperceptible “oh” from Pain and a pronounced frown was the only indication he had found his release. All before he lifted you from his cock, coated with your juices, where ropes of his spent escaped and landed to make a mess of your inner thigh.

The sight was so wondrous to distract all other attendants in the room from Dedara finishing with a stifled grunt, ribbons of cum splattering to the floor.

Your forehead rested against Pain’s pectoral. You were lathered in sweat, while Pain, save for some pronounced breathing, had ended the night relatively unscathed.

Hidan clapped slowly as Pain guided you carefully off of him. “Brilliant.” 

“You’re such a prick,” Kakuzu grumbled.

“This was more fun than even I anticipated,” Kisame said, sounding genuinely pleased. “We have to do this again sometime.”

“And we shall.” Pain pet some hair away from your drooping face. Sleep would come soon for you. “We will speak to the madam about our next vis ―” Pain blinked at the floor. “Deidara, clean up after yourself.”

[thewulf]

Always & Forever || JJ Maybank

Summary: Request - Hii. Love your work. It's so good. I'm feeling a good hurt comfort fic with the obx cast. Could I get a JJ Maybank x reader (maybe john b's younger sister?) where she's lost everything after they assume John B and Sarah are lost at sea... Read Rest Here

A/N - Ohhh this was kinda hard to write. Being sad is a bitch. Please let somebody know if you're sad/getting sad. People love you! Always remember that <3

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N

Word Count: 2.3+

TW: Talks of depression, being sad, not eating etc.

You barely heard the soft knocks on your bedroom door. Currently, you were huddled underneath the comforter of your missing older brother just hoping and praying he was okay. They’d officially called it. Lost at sea. Presumed deceased. Dead. Just like your fucking father. How was this your life? Two years ago, you had the world with the two coolest guys on the earth. And now? Now you were alone. Utterly fucking alone. It’d only been three damn days, but they gave up. There was no funding for a poor pogue boy from the wrong part of the island. Sherriff Peterman just gave you a sad look when she broke the news to you a few days prior. Or it could’ve been yesterday. Time didn’t matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. You were a sixteen-year-old girl alone as fuck in this cold ass world.

“Hey little Rout.” You heard JJ’s kinder than usual voice from the other side of the door, “You need to open this door or I’m going to have to pick the lock. Need to see if you’re okay. You haven’t been at school and Mrs. Smith is getting worries, she said she’s going to report you.” You heard the soft sigh of utter defeat as he waited for a moment for you to respond. To do anything. You didn’t have the energy to respond so instead you just laid there.

“Come on kid.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d long since used on you, “You need to come out. Get some fresh air. You can’t stay in there forever.”

Nothing. You just couldn’t. Depression was a hell of a thing. You just couldn’t fathom getting up and unlocking that door. Your brain knew you should. But the actual thought of moving seemed like a foreign concept you weren’t ready for sure yet.

He didn’t give you much else of a choice as you heard the lock click. You knew it wouldn’t take him much effort to get it but alas, you just couldn’t care. It didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered. John B was all you had left and now you sat here empty and void.

“Oh Y/N…” His voice trailed off as he spotted you withering away underneath a mass of blankets. A blank stare on your face. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes feeling grossly ashamed you let it get this kind of bad.

“I just…” Your voice croaked out as it hadn’t been used in while, how long you hadn’t used it you really didn’t have a clue.

He shook his head kneeling down beside your bed, “It’s alright mins.” His head was close as he smiled at you with a smile that never reached his eyes. A smile he was putting on for you. He took his hand brushing your knotted hair away from your sunken face.

Mins. You wanted to laugh. It was the first good emotion you had felt in a while. Mins was your current nickname of quite the long line of ever evolving nicknames from the blonde-haired boy. First it was mini-Routledge, then it was mini-JB, then mini and now mins. He didn’t use it all too often anymore, only when he thought you needed it. And you needed it more than ever now. All his love and everything he could give to you.

JJ knew just how much John B meant to you. He was your best friend. The two of you did everything together, practically inseparable. Even when JB met JJ they still included you in on everything. You were his shadow. That didn’t change as you got older. You just had to play it off as something different.

“I’m tired JJ.” You sighed letting your eyes close in front of him. The effort to keep them open was beginning to become too much.

He frowned deeply. This wasn’t like you. You were usually so full of life. The one who wanted to go and do things. The one who called him lame when he didn’t want to try something new with you. You were the one that kept the group going. And now it felt like everything was falling apart. The pogues were without their people and they needed you back.

This was your way of shutting down and he knew it.

“When was the last time you ate honey?” He asked while trying to brush the knots out of the hair he could get to. You were never particular about your hair, but JJ knew how badly knots hurt to get out. He remembered that one time when the both of you were younger, you crying when your dad tried to brush out some gnarly knots after JJ and JB tried to teach you how to surf one afternoon. It broke his heart even as a twelve-year-old boy. He had that same protective love that JB had over you.

You sighed trying to remember, “Before we found out he was missing I guess.”

JJ’s eyes bugged. He knew he should’ve checked in on you sooner. Damn the pogues who told him to leave you alone. That you needed space. You clearly didn’t need space. You needed help.

“That was three days ago Y/N.” His blood felt like it was running cold. How could he let you lay here for three entire days? JB would fucking murder him if he found out. Some friend he was.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “I’ve had some water though. Haven’t been hungry.” You admitted to your concerned friend. Your voice finally started sounding more like your own after the hoarseness had worked its way out.

“Well, that’s a start mins.” He sighed brushing his overgrown golden hair away from his eyes, “Can you get up for me? Get you some soup downstairs or something?”

“JJ.” You whined not feeling up to the task, “I’m too tired. I don’t feel like it.”

He took you hand in his and wanted to cry from how cold it was. You weren’t right. No, you were suffering, and they just let you. He felt nothing more than a piece of shit seeing you so broken, “I’ll carry you. I just need you to eat something honey. John B would be sick with worry if he knew you were starving away.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You turned away from JJ feeling your own blood run cold at the mention of your missing older brothers name. You couldn’t fucking believe he chose to leave you. Fuck, you couldn’t believe he’d ever put Sarah in that position either. It all felt like a fever dream you had to wake up from. But you weren’t waking up which meant this was a sick and twisted reality that you didn’t want to participate in anymore.

“Y/N…”

You shook your head on your pillow, “Please JJ. Don’t talk about him. I can’t take it. Not yet.” You felt the tears that had long since dried up come flowing back in an instant. Why in the hell did he bring out these feelings in you so effortlessly? Leave it to your older brothers cute as hell best friend that was certainly off limits. JJ would never, ever feel that way for you anyway.

“Alright honey.” Honey. That was a new one. You’d heard him use it sparingly on girls in the past, but it certainly was never used for you. But he’d used it a few times in the last few sentences sending your overly tired mind reeling in another direction. He was just being kind, that was all. After all, your older brother did just fucking vanish into thin air, “Can you please get up for me? Please mins? I need you to eat something. Whatever you what. Please?” He added one last please to let you know how dire he felt.

You rolled back over to him exerting far too much effort in doing so, “I don’t think I can.” You sounded defeated as the tears started once more, “I’m so tired J.” You whispered trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape from your throat.

“Cause you need to eat honey.” He spoke with nothing but concern on his face, “Let me take you downstairs? You need to move. Need to be somewhere new. Need to get some calories in your body.” He said so matter of factly you weren’t sure if it was JJ in front of you. But then again, for as much as a mess the boy normally was he thrived in crises situations such as these. He always seemed to know exactly what to do.

“Yeah, that’s fine JJ.” You knew he’d win eventually so it might be best to just give it up.

He let out a subtle breath of sure-fire relief as he scooped you up into his arms. You were light. Far too fucking light. God, he was such an idiot. He knew you better than any of the other pogues. Of course, you needed help.

He set you down at the messy table filled with whatever shit JB had likely left there the week prior. You grew tired of always cleaning so you just started leaving it. Your eyes scanned the table full of junk. A sad smile formed seeing his homework scattered about with an unpaid parking ticket next to it all. He’d never get to finish that homework. Never would have to lie his way out of that ticket. Why him? Why your JB?

“What do you want to eat honey?” He asking running a hand up and down your arm. Attempting any form of comfort for you. He saw the sad look in your eyes as they scanned the table. He had to get your mind off of JB in any way he could.

“Why are you calling me that?” You asked instead of answering him. It was driving you nuts, and you had to know. In your right mind you’d never

“Honey?” He asked, a bit taken aback by your sudden brazenness. The you he knew would never have asked him that. Instead, you would’ve asked JB. Something you couldn’t do anymore.

You nodded in confirmation feeling your eyes droop and your mouth open to yawn. JJ cursed internally making the decision of canned soup for you knowing you needed to eat as soon as possible. Light and easy and calories. That’s exactly what you needed.

“I don’t know mins.” He admitted while heating up your food, “It just felt, feels right. I can stop saying it if you’d like.”

“I didn’t say that.” You spoke back in almost a whisper.

“Honey it is.” He grinned while putting your warm, not overly hot, soup in a bowl. He set it down in front of you waiting for you to eat.

“I still like mins too.” You added admitting to him just how much you did like the nickname. He’d stopped using it as much now that the two of you had gotten older. You’d forgotten just how much you’d liked the nickname. Probably because it was a nickname only you could have. A special one from the boy you surely loved but vehemently denied.

“Noted, now eat mins.” He grinned pointing to the bowl.

You nodded not really sure if your hands would agree with your brain. You were so utterly fucking exhausted. Turns out you did need to eat if you wanted to be able to function. Because it felt like a task you’d never be able to start. As much as you tried your arm just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Mins?” He asked seeing you not really making a move for it.

“I can’t JJ. It’s too much.” You hated to admit how disgustingly useless you felt. Yet here you were.

He nodded in understanding, “Here, let me.” He took the spoon from the bowl and held it front of your face. For the first time in three days, you relished in the taste of food. It did taste really good. And damn, you were a lot hungrier than you realized. Before you knew it the bowl was gone, and you were entirely full.

“Thank you J.” You let your eyes close once more feeling the outright exhaustion of the situation come down over you.

“Anytime mins.” Seeing your eyes close he noted your fatigue, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” He suggested hoping you’d agree.

“That sounds nice J, I may need your help again.” You let out a frustrated sigh at the state of your condition. You did start feeling a bit better but the thought of walking or even crawling made you shudder.

He shot up from his seat to get you up. He picked you up like it was nothing, “I got you hon. I always do and always will. Remember that alright?” You nodded in his chest doing your best to fight off the sleep that wanted to take you.

“Thank you J.” You whispered into his chest. He set you down right next to him, letting your head fall into his side.

He wrapped an arm around your torso letting you know you were safe and secure. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere without you anymore. Running his hand through your hair he felt a shiver knowing you liked exactly what he was doing, “Always mins. Now, let yourself sleep. We’ll deal with all this shit when you wake up. Together.”

You nodded letting the darkness take over, “Promise?”

“Always and forever.” He gave your head a soft and gentle kiss before the soft snoozes overcame you. He decided he was going to watch you sleep, for however long that was. You were his everything too. He was only just beginning to realize that now. Always and forever. It had a nice ring to it. Forever with you was a life he would dream about. Maybe one day. Maybe after he sorted you through this mess. Maybe just maybe.

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[infi8ity]

∞

HE WAS AN INEBRIATED HOPELESS MESS.

you could tell as much from the phone call. barely could you make out a sentence through his slurred words and the loud music, but you had picked up on several, i miss you’s and you were my everything’s. 

a small part of you wanted to hang up on him and go back to sleep-- if one could call being wide awake, tossing and turning-- but you were still friends. good friends. it had been a few months but a three year relationship ended through mutual decision didn’t erase a decade’s long friendship. 

and even if the breakup had been messy, you knew that he’d come to you in a heartbeat. 

you found him perched against the wall of the bar, lost in a drunken thought when you drove up. perhaps the thought somewhere along the lines of, why the fuck did i ask my ex to come pick my drunk ass up at 3 in the morning?, was running through his head. because the exact opposite thought was sure running through yours. 

you park the car across the street and can’t help the loud sigh that escapes you. a million different scenarios of how the rest of your night could go, plays through your head and each of them ends with even more heartache on your behalf.

you rest your head against the steering wheel, and mutter to yourself, “grow a pair y/n.” 

exiting the car, you shiver and pull your coat tighter around you, the chilling night’s wind a harsh reminder that he was standing outside shaking like a leaf from his lack of a jacket. it was the middle of winter. how messed up did he get?

you coolly make your way towards him. in utter awe at the sight of you, he leans his head against the brick wall, grinning lazily. that goddamn smile. the lamppost behind you illuminates his features. allowing you to give in to the temptations and admire him once more. his cheeks are dusted pink and his lips are slightly chapped from the cold. his eyes are glossed over and his pupils dilated. 

“hi beautiful,” he says. his voice raspy and hoarse. 

you could say the same to him. but you only narrow your eyes. a silent warning. you knew his tricks and games. “don’t hi beautiful me. It's three in the morning. i have to get up for work in a few hours. you know this.”

he sighs regretfully and slides against the wall to the snow littered concrete. “i do, i know. i’m sorry y/n.” he replies, his head in his hands. 

“and it’s freezing out. where’s your jacket?” 

no response. you lightly toe his shoe with your boot. 

“hey. where’s your jacket? and where are your keys?” 

he looks up at you beneath his lashes and huffs a laugh, void of any humor. “i’ve got no fucking clue y/n. not the slightest. i don’t even know what i’m doing here. i don’t even know why i wasted your time calling you here.” 

“are you okay?” you inquire, voice laced with concern. 

“are you? we haven’t spoken in a while. and i miss you.”

“so you’ve said.” he quirks an eyebrow. “over the phone. among other things.”

“oh,” he groans melodramatically. “how bad?”

“terrible. pretty sure you said something about me having a killer body-,”

“jackass.” 

you shrug and lean against the wall next to him. “hey, you know you can talk to me if something’s going on.”

he nods, acknowledging you. “i know. i know.” he stands, albeit disjointedly and stepping on your toe in the process. “i’m sorry for waking you. i’ll just walk home.” he says to no one in particular, making his way across the street. 

you smack your teeth and reach out for his arm. stubbornly, he pulls against you and you latch on to his fingers, holding tightly. “jesus you’re freezing,” you whisper, your breath forming in the air. “and you’re going the wrong way genius. you live the other way. you’re so fucked up right now you can’t even tell. i don’t want to argue with you. just get in the car.”

he doesn���t bother to reply, he simply opts to stare into your eyes. searching. hoping. and for a second you forget its cold as hell. for a second, you forget that he’s no longer yours. you feel his thumb brush against the back of your hand and you flinch. there it is. that trap. 

you snatch your hand back. nope.

“y/n...” he groans strangely.

“don’t say another word. just get in the-,”

and the motherfucker retches into the snow and on to your boots. 

∞

the car ride to your apartment was silent. thank god. mostly because he’d fallen asleep sometime during the fifteen minute drive. but still, thank everything holy. the silence gave you time to think about whatever the fuck that was and confront the horrifying fact that he still had a choke hold on you. 

you shudder at the thought, all the way from the car to your front door. the shudder stays even as you slip out of your boots marked with bodily fluid and into your house slippers. you toss his dead weight to the sofa collapsing to the floor, breathless, you nearly fall with him. 

you fix a glass of iced water and grab two pain killers and a stomach soothing pill from the kitchen. when you make your way back to the living room, he’s moved from the sofa to the rug. you kick at his unconscious form, startling him

“sorry. take this. wash it down and drink all of it.” you hand him the pills and water, standing directly over him to watch him carefully as he follows your directions. “i’m going to run the shower for you. okay?”

he mutters something incoherent, pulling a pillow from the sofa and flopping on his side comfortably. 

“and take your goddamn shoes off in my house,” you call over your shoulder. “caveman.”

he grunts a caveman-like response.

you snort and shuffle to your bedroom to rummage through the drawers for some of his clothes that you never thought to return. strangely enough most of his shirts and joggers sat in your laundry basket... as if ... a certain someone had been wearing them to bed or late night trips to the store...

the steam from the hot shower engulfs the room whilst you lay out clothing, body wash, an unopened toothbrush, mouthwash, and-- towels. shoot. you open the closet and fish for towels when he stumbles in. 

“oh hey, i was just about to come get you and ohmygodwhatareyoudoing?”

you lift the towels to your eyes to obstruct the view of him pulling his pants down to take a piss. he’s so fucking out of it. you’re sure he hasn’t even noticed your presence. 

“jesus!”

you hurriedly rush out of the bathroom, throwing the towels behind you and running to your room which happened to be void of half naked exes. it was going to be a long night. 

an hour later, you’d nearly drifted back off into sleep when there’s a knock at your door. 

“come in.” you croak, switching on your bedside lamp.

he opens the door, peaking in, fully dressed, hair damp. “you don’t happen to have a blanket or something do you? i was half tempted to use your rug for warmth.” 

you press your palm to your head and curse. “no, i’m sorry, a friend stole my only one because she liked the designs.”

“oh,”

“yeah.”

“that’s fine. goodnight y/n. thank you anyways.” he starts to close the door.

“wait,” you’re going to regret this so much. “honestly you’re plenty familiar with this bed.” he clears his throat at the sudden rush of memories. “just sleep in here. i can make a pillow wall or something.”

the room stands so still and silent it almost makes you want to scream. was that weird to offer? did you overstep? 

“are you sure?” he asks, slowly making his way in. 

no! “yeah, pfft i don’t care.”

“cause i was fine with using your dish towel. really.” you giggle at the smart remark.

a familiar sensation one could only describe as nostalgia fills you when you feel the bed dip in as he crawls in beside you. you’d lived through this night routine countless times. some part of you half hoped that he’d lean over to give you a goodnight’s kiss and tell you he loved you. like he used to. like he did hundreds of times before.

but he doesn’t. 

he simply places a pillow in between you two and you turn out the light. you both had more to say to each other. but in your hearts they were best left as words unspoken.

“goodnight y/n.” i still love you.

“goodnight.” i still love you too.

∞

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[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

MarchWeres Day 10

Prompt: Cockwarming (NSFW alt prompt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Tabby (oc)

Warnings: Well, Cockwarming; werewolf shifting

Daryl Dixon did not play fair. He was usually Tabby’s good boy, bending to her every command, whimpering and writhing below her when she bounced on his cock, man and wolf. The delicious sounds he would make as she wriggled herself down, down, down until her body stretched to accommodate his knot when he was shifted.

It wasn’t often that the roles were reversed. Daryl was powerful and enjoyed giving that up and handing Tabby the reins. It was a way for him to escape the chaos.

Then there were days like today.

Tabby was utterly bare, cunt stuffed and stretched around Daryl’s cock while he did nothing more than watch her, touch her. He spent time connecting freckles, licking his fingertip to circle her nipple and watch it pebble. Once in a while, he would do her the kindness of stroking her clit with soft circles, just enough to stimulate her, make her flutter around his length.

That, however, wasn’t the magnificent torture. She had been still, warming his cock for just under an hour when she felt it, saw it. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, canines long and pointed. It was the only warning she got before he partially shifted, swelling and growing inside her, making her eyes roll back and her legs tremble.

“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.” She was so close just from the change in his size. His shift stopped there, claws and fangs and cock. Clever fucker.

“Don’tcha move, Spitfire.” He pulled her forward almost roughly, pressing her against his chest and claiming her mouth before he nuzzled her cheek and nipped her earlobe with the tip of his fangs. “An’ don’tcha dare cum.” He let her sit back, the movement making her jolt, his girth stretching her in all the right ways.

“Daryl, I can’t—I need to move, baby.” Tabby’s hands caressed his chest, down over his belly, and latched onto the each side of his open jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel the skin of his thighs flex beneath her ass. Before she could finish that thought, the stretch and pressure eased as he shifted back.

“That better then?”

The redhead whined, confused about what to feel. His human form was delicious, made for her cunt to squeeze. He could get her off without touching her clit, always tapping that perfect spot inside her. His wolf form pushed her limits, nearly splitting her in half. She would cum over and over with no room to squeeze him. And when he would knot her, well—she had lost consciousness before.

“Both are so good, baby. Please fuck me, one way or another.”

Daryl smirked, brushing away an unruly curl before both hands went to her breasts, fondling and weighing, but spending little time before continuing on a journey to settle at her waist. He watched her face intently as he shifted again, his eyes dropping to her belly. He could see himself sheathed there, protruding beneath her skin.

He was sure it didn’t hurt her, though it was sometimes uncomfortable, she had assured him it was nothing more than that. Tabby gasped, her cunt spasming. “Oh. Oh, Daryl. I’m—I can’t—”

“Don’t do it.” He warned, claws tapping rhythmically against her hips. He didn’t stop her when she started to bounce, the smallest of movements to acclimate her body to the size of him.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” His hands slid from her waist to her lower back to steady her as she writhed and screamed. God, she almost took him right along with her, his knot swollen and sitting snug against her entrance.

Not yet.

Daryl waited patiently for her to slump against his chest, holding to him tightly and heaving for breath between apologies. After a moment of reprieve he hooked a finger beneath her chin and led her to look at him. He was shaking his head and clicking his tongue at her, eyes glowing and form shifting, uttering two words before the wolf completely took over.

“Bad girl.”

[footballffbarbiex]

Same Time Next Week

player: trent alexander arnold words: 1335 request and warning: 500 + words -  you/your - Smut -  Smut with her asking him to cum on her face and him hesitating at first even though he really wants to.

Trent is almost breathless before you as you dip and bob your head, filling your mouth with as much of his cock as you possibly can while one of your hands covers the rest of the final inches to pretend it’s part of your mouth; ensuring that every last inch of him is stimulated. Your other hand is cupping and massaging his balls, an action which had him almost buckling his knees as his vision had all but burst into white noise. His eyelids had grown heavy as he’d bitten down on his lip and resisted bucking into your mouth, knowing you’d stop at the first sign of him trying to take control once more.

“I swear each time you suck my dick, you try to make me cum earlier and earlier.”

“It means I’m doing it better each time then,” you grin, holding his cock at an angle and remove the hand from the base of his cock, instead putting it at the head and lick from the bottom to the top in one long motion with the flat of your tongue.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses and licks his lips hurriedly, not wanting to miss a single second. You make perfect eye contact with him as you do it again, taking your sweet time before swirling your tongue around the tip and lick away the few dots of pre-cum that’s gathered.

“Trent?”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to cum on my face tonight, baby.” You say it in your sweetest of voices and try not to laugh at his expression. He’s wide eyed, lips parted in shock as he tries to work out if you’re simply trying to get a reaction out of him or being serious. “Yes? No?”

“You’re not being serious. I’m not falling for it.” But he has. Hook, line and sinker. You see the way he swallows hard, his breathing has his chest rising and falling faster and his cock twitches. You remain silent, your hand pauses on his cock while the hand below keeps playing. He can’t make a logical decision while you’re doing this and you know this, making it a little cruel to do so.

“Are you gonna cum on my face or not, T?”

“Fucking hell babe, you keep talking like that and I will.”

“Good, that’s what I want,” you reply, your hands moving back in sync again and you keep your eyes fixed on his face.

You always thought Trent looked magnificent during sex. There was just something that blossomed within him during these moments that simply wasn’t there any other time. The way he’d switch between taking control and trying not to lose his own was something else and this, with your confession of need, he was on a very thin line between teetering into losing control.

“Tell me you want it too,” you try again, desperate now to get him to admit he wants this. “Because I’ve thought about it. A lot.” you add before swirling your tongue around the head once more and taking it between your lips.

It wasn’t a complete lie, you did think about it. He’d been happy to cum everywhere else. Over your back, your ass, over your tits and down onto your belly until it pooled in your belly button. He was more than happy to turn your body into a J. Pollock canvas but the question to finally claim the last piece had just never been uttered.

“Please let me cum,” he whimpers, such a beautiful sound from someone who towers above you and leaves you feeling very much in control in this moment.

“Where?”

There’s a hesitation, a loud swallow that you can see from your knees as you peer up at him before he finally says, “I want to cum on your face.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you grin and the growl that sounds makes its way from his chest, a low, deep rumbling that goes through him. You remove your hands, replacing them with one on his thigh and the other just at the base to help angle his cock perfectly as you sink your lips down his shaft. With each bob of your head, you take a little bit more of him an inch or so at a time.

Spit gathers rapidly in your mouth, occasionally dribbling out from the corners of your mouth and dripping down onto the rest of his shaft, acting as a lubricant as you continue to suck his dick. When your gag reflex threatens to kick in, your throat muscles tensing and contracting and threatening to expel him from your body.

You keep going, taking shallow sucks of him when it becomes too much and only pick it back up again when you feel comfortable, determined to get him there as quickly as possible now. His eyes never leave your mouth, watching as your lips envelope him until he has no choice but to put his hands on your shoulders and pushes you off him.

“I’m not far off,” he says, waiting until you make yourself comfortable before he takes his dick within his grasp and begins to stroke. Trent focuses primarily on the head and first few inches, stroking several times before rounding the head with his palm - biting his lip as he does so from the sensitivity. You wait patiently, your pussy clenching and begging to be touched which you hope will come once he has. The tip of his cock deepens with colour each time his hand pulls back up and you find yourself almost hypnotised by his motions.

“I’ll try not to get it in your eye,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Or up my nose,” you add and smooth the hair from your face, not wanting a hair disaster from unconventional hair gel.

His hand increases its speed, the sound of skin on skin as he quickly strokes himself, only for his legs to begin to tremble and it’s now that you close your eyes. You’d love nothing more than to watch as he finally climaxes, but the chances of it indeed going in your eye stops you. You’re left listening to his soft moans and the way his breathing becomes more and more unsteady.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck baby,” he all but mewls and just as you debated a chance opening of your eyes, you feel the first spurt of warmth hit your cheek. The rest follows in quick succession, dripping over your cheeks, lips and from your chin onto your chest and tits. It’s warm, sticky and messy and you’ll absolutely need to be cleaned up and helped with that.

As the euphoria begins to lift for him and your eyes flutter open, thankful there’s nothing there to stick them together and burn, he quickly comes to his senses. “Wish you’d said before, I might have been able to get something beforehand to help.” Trent wants to chuckle a little but each time he looks down and sees what he’s done, he can feel his softening cock wanting to twitch back into life. “Stay.” he commands, not that you wanted to move because the drips were running into one another and creating a steady stream between your breasts.

When Trent returns, he comes with wet clothes and towels, before kneeling down in front of you and uses the towel to wipe your skin down whilst trying not to smear it too much. By the time the damp cloth hits your skin, it’s a welcome feeling - though the thought of Trent helping to clean you up, even if it was because of his mess, it feels very intimate.

“Thank you,” you give him a smile as he kisses you on the forehead. “Same time next week then?” You ask cheekily and receive the much needed laugh from him to break the seriousness that’s washed over the two of you. “Help me up? I might let you give me two orgasms now instead of one.”

“Just two? Nah, I don’t think so…”

[liliths-writings]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous Boy

You and Task Force 141 are at a bar, and a guy you’re not particularly interested in is flirting with you hardcore and not taking the hint. Ghost will not take his eyes off of you. God forbid, he looks away for one second and something bad happens to you. The douchebag starts to get a little (a lot) touchy and he’s had enough. He storms up to you and the guy and says “She said no.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard come from him. The guy backed off, obviously scared.

“Thanks, I really appreciate you doing that.” you sigh a breath of relief. “No problem, I just hate assholes like that.” you smile and nod. In reality, he just couldn’t stand you being picked on by someone half your size. He is much bigger than that dick, so he could easily take him out. Although, you could absolutely beat his ass if need be. You take a sip of your drink and realize it’s gone. “May I buy you another?” you smile. “Yeah, that’d be great, thank you.” You feel your cheeks flush at his kindness. No, you can’t be feeling like this with him. He’s your Lieutenant! Who knows what trouble you’d get into. Price would definitely fire you both. Or worse. You’re not sure what the ‘Or worse’ part is, but you sure don’t wanna find out. The bartender hands you your drink, you softly utter a thank you.

Everything about her is so innocent, he thought. But I’ve seen her on the battlefield, she’s a fucking beast. Do not want to get on her bad side. She takes a sip of her drink, and he can’t take his eyes off of your lips pursing to take a drink. Stop! You can’t do this! But if nobody finds out….No, no, no. You’ll both get in soooo much trouble with Price. “So, any good shows on lately?” She perks up. “Yeah, actually! I’ve been watching this show on Netflix called You. It’s really twisted but it’s really good. Oh, if you don’t like gore then you definitely won’t like this show.”

He chuckles, “Our whole job is gore. I think I’ll be okay, love.” She smiles, “Oh, right. Sometimes I forget we work together.” You two talk for a bit then he goes to the bathroom. When he comes back, he can sense something’s wrong. He practically ran to his coworker’s side, who is once again being harassed by this asshole. He silently walks up behind him, and says “What. The Fuck. Did I. Tell you. Get out of here before I fuck you up so bad, your own mother won’t even recognize you.” even he was surprised at his words. The asshole ran away again.

He sits down beside you. “You okay, love?”  you nod. “I’m pretty used to it by now.” he shakes his head, “You shouldn’t be.” The team announces they’re going back to base, you and Ghost agree to head back too. He notices you’ve had a bit too much to drink, so he takes you back to base in his blacked out Camero with bright green accents. You ask if you could turn the radio on, he doesn’t mind. You turn it on to a rock station he has saved . It starts playing N.I.B, your favorite black sabbath song. Your mood instantly changes. He smiles, happy that you’re happy again. After a while of listening to music and talking, he pulls into the base parking lot and parks. You curse at yourself silently, Price will definitely smell the alcohol on you and yell at the lot of you and you’ve had enough problems today. He leads you to his room and once you get there, you don’t even notice it’s not yours. He helps you lay on the bed and covers you up. “Thank you, Simon.” you slurred. In your druunken state you begin to realize how much he cares for you. He leans close to your face to grab something off the nightstand, you take the chance to kiss him. He gives in, but soon breaks away from the kiss, “I want you to actually remember our first kiss.” you blush at he idea there will be a next time. You hope it will be more successful than this time.  “Now, get some sleep.”

You nod your head and slowly drift off to sleep. In the morning, you look around for any clue as to who’s room this is. You spot one of Ghost’s old masks. Oh. You look down and sigh when you see that you’re fully clothed. Okay, nothing happened. Good. You hear heavy footsteps coming to his room and you hide under the blanket, anticipating Price’s arrival. You peek out and see that it’s just Ghost. You come out from hiding and smile. “Hi” he brought you a cup of coffee, just how you like it. One thing you’ve learned from working with Ghost, is that he makes damn good coffee. “how ya’ feelin’?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern. You smile “I’m alright, just a nasty headache.” you take a sip of your coffee, “Here, this will help.” he hands you some motrin. “Thanks, Si.” he sits next to you.

 “Anytime. Price said today we need to train. You up for it?” you sigh, “Do I have a choice?” he laughs. It’s deep, and hearty. “I’m afraid not.” you smile wider. “I could train with you, if that makes it more bearable.” you shift in the bed. “Yeah, I bet it would be much better with you there.” he pats your shoulder, “See you then, Bee” you smile and wave.

You can’t wait for training.

[thegoodending-thelasttime]

my reaction to the resident lover lore drop: part two

access the doc yourself here

spoilers utc

DONNA CONTD

i have a lot to say about the the donna and daniela relationship section, none of which i feel capable of putting into words for the time being. i will, however, say this.

"Donna is watching what could've been in regards to her past self when it comes to Dani and MC"

"Just sometimes [Donna] really wants to hit [Cassandra] you know?" i think a lot of people in the fandom know after Cass' infamous neutral ending

"She grieves but she lets herself live too." all the muscles in my face are convulsing

"Donna struggles to stand up for herself for a long portion of her route and only through the aid of MC will she start to show a little more of her backbone." Donna. i can help you be brave Donna. pick me. choose me. love me. (delusional 3)

"There is a brief scene in which Miranda and Donna are having tea while Donna has a complete and utter breakdown about just how on the edge she is. Miranda of course encourages her to keep spiraling..." miranda i'm going to get you.

"Donna is mentally unstable at this point and can either be sent into the abyss or helped out of the low point toward a brighter future." I CAN HELP YOU TOWARD A BRIGHTER FUTURE DONNA I SWEAR PLEASE (delusional 4)

Depression being a theme is just. I'm going to write a hurt/comfort fic about this.

and, "Destiny [Soulmates]" don't think I'm normal about that either. cuz i'm not.

the nursery being an allegory for Donna. my brain feels like a backyard and you're mowing it with a tiny little lawnmower.

"Hades and Persephone" words. in my mind.

glad that Donna fans unknowingly cracked phantom of the opera though, that's fun

"...she is not unwilling to lunge towards Miranda herself and brandish a weapon in her direction." she's so real for this

"Miranda has had to trigger the loop several times in reaction to a violent outburst of Donna’s." WOOOO YOU GO BABE. FUCK UP MIRANDA'S LIVES HELL YEAH

"MC shows unconditional and unwavering love towards someone with severe abandonment issues and gets a very attached flower shop owner for their troubles." SHUT UP MY HEART.

"...a small part of her is pleased to know she got the upper hand on Miranda. Donna’s ability to make MC explicitly reject Miranda has left the goddess incredibly pissed..." FUCK YEAH

"Post Donna Miranda is particularly cruel about how she treats the toxicologist and parades MC near her but never in reach." top five sentences that make you want to kill a cult leader

"LIKES: Stuffed Animals..." help i love her so much my heart really can't take this

"LIKES: Pranks. I’m sorry she’s a menace" i'll prank her back (by kissing her on the face)

"DISLIKES: Those really sad adoption commercials where they play ‘I Will Remember You’ while a slideshow of really sad puppies plays. They make her cry" NO DONNA POOKIE BEAR DON'T CRY COME HER LET ME HUG YOU

"DISLIKES: Miranda" OMG SHE DISLIKES MIRANDA TOO (shocker) !?!?! WE'RE SO SIMILAR WE SHOULD MARRY ACTUALLY

MIRANDA

MC and miranda being burned alive the first time around. man wtf

love that they were both canonically sickly victiorian children at one point

"Death penalty for sodomy" that actually has me so fucked up. how could you do this to me

"[MC] Drowned, Miranda was nearby but chose not to save them" WHAT WHY

"Mia got mad and threw a stone at MC" i would get mad too if i saw someone repeatedly fall for miranda over the course of multiple timelines

"Miranda ran MC over in an accident" HELP 💀

miranda really fell for the unluckiest motherfucker goddamn. tom and jerry ass

"Yes + Mia" "No + Mia" best way to word this. i will be using these from now on. ask me a yes/no question i dare you.

"This life is when the very first iteration of Eva is born and it completely changes Miranda’s soul as a confounding variable in their soulmate-hood" oh my GOD. i'm a little scared miranda's section might be making me start to like her a little.. NO I REFUSE. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.

"Toxic Yuri + Loving" thank you Cinder. i appreciate you for your silliness.

really wish we got more eva content but oh well. maybe in the dlc content the team said would probably come out in a few years/maybe more

"Mia’s soul has slowly changed over time and has grown to naturally despise Miranda’s soul for its unwitting part in MCs death every life" nvm i like Mia infinitely more than miranda

"Mia acts as a foil to Miranda’s relationship in every life they meet because she is - without fail - naturally resistant to them being together and highly suspicious of the way Miranda behaves" FUCK MOTHER MIRANDA ALL MY HOMIES HATE MOTHER MIRANDA. MIA'S A REAL ONE.

"[Bela and Miranda] would be insane if they worked together, but unfortunately, they are narratively designed to be pitted against each other" i disagree i think it's very fortunate they're not on the same team

"Miranda is afraid of [Donna] because she remembers every single time loop... Donna is also handy with sharp objects and has been known to attempt a few murders at meetings when pushed..." fuck yeah. be afraid miranda.

"...views Donna as “cursed” due to her family history of deaths" can i say kys just this once (to miranda).

"Intrinsically offended when MC chose Donna during the loop" be offended. L + bozo + cry about it + Donna's better

"[Donna and Miranda have] used each other as crutches in moments of weakness... they used to have regular tea together in which they would act out their familial roles and encourage each other further down their spirals" i'm actually not okay rn thanks for asking!

...that legitimately has me so fucked up

"Miranda actively encourages Donna’s fears to keep her under control..." "She would kill Angie to both punish Donna and to relieve herself of the annoyance" hey miranda come here. what do you mean, i don't have anything in my pocket. don't worry about it just come here. so i can... hug you. SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME SHANKS YOU MIA STYLE BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS THIS TIME

"Miranda and MC are soulmates, all the way up to their 19th life this is 100% proven and true (even though they don't always get to meet) but the 20th life is different because Miranda is still in her 19th. It could be argued that MCs soulmate is who 20th Miranda was supposed to be. (Could've been if a coin had been flipped)." I'M ACTUALLY HYPERVENTILATING RIGHT NOW THANK YOU FOR FEEDING USTHANKYOU MY HEART OH MY FUCKIUNG GOD ASDFGUIHUADSDHLFKAJHSDFKLGJHDAFKJG. I BANGED ON MY DESK THAT'S NOT EVEN A JOKE WHAT THE ACTUASL FUCK

"MC would go into divorce arc which is salvageable but very long winded" need yall to elaborate on this, also it made me giggle

"The only exceptions are Mia (who told Miranda to fuck off), Bela (who still remembered), and Angie (who doesn’t listen to anybody)." that's so based of all of them. naming them the based squad for this.

"DISLIKES: Her height being mentioned" i don't care if it's a low blow and that she's actually one inch taller than me. i'll call her short. short ass. imagine being 5'6" lmao

part three coming up

[itendtothinkalot]

stupid in love

Summary: why can the whole world see how in love you are with soobin but he can’t? 

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, comedy, 

Characters: soobin x f!reader, friends!txt x reader, idol!reader, idol!txt

Words: 2,696

Completed (oneshot)

Note: i didnt proofread this 

You weren’t necessarily sure when your feelings for Soobin had been amplified but you knew it was just weeks after the two of you had met. You were the only female trainee in Big Hit at that point of time which made it difficult for you to find other female friends but you pulled through with the little you had.

You had debuted just a year before TXT did as a solo artist. You could say you did fairly well as an artist. Not to bust your own balls but your fanbase had been incredibly strong and supportive. You weren’t going to lie, you did have hopes to debut in a girl group, you were incredibly lonely at times but you did have the boys to lean on when you needed, afterall they were your friends in private and publicly. 

“I just ate! Thank you for asking!” You answered, as you scrolled through the copious amount of comments pouring in. 

Huening chuckled, “Wait! Did you see that comment?” 

You shook your head. Huening aggressively scrolled through the comments, finally landing on a comment that aggravated you.

‘When are you announcing your relationship with Soobin?’ You read in your head before shooting a glare at Kai, who knew of your one-sided crush.

The fans of TXT and yours had been fed with more than enough content from the both of you. Ever since you had announced your close friendship with TXT through multiple instagram stories, your friendship had blown up in several ways. From photoshoots to variety shows, the fans loved your friendship. You weren’t very surprised that there were pairings of you and the different members but you were extremely surprised to find out that Soobin and you weren’t the most popular pairing that people liked especially since fans had called you out for looking at Soobin with honey dripping from your eyes and well…they were right. 

“And the winner of today’s episode is the both of you!” The producer handed you and Soobin the prize.

You looked over to the taller male and grinned. He looked great that day. His dishevelled black hair, his collared blue shirt that you thought he looked great in, the tight jeans that accentuated his very rounded plum of an ass (not that you’d ever say that to him). You were completely aware that you WERE looking…no…staring at him with actual honey tears. Your eyes complete crescents as you stared at his lips, then to his nose then to his eyes in complete. utter. adoration.  

Oh fuck, you were still recording.

“AAAAAH!” Beomgyu screamed in agony, dragging you out from your train of thought. “THAT’S UNFAIR! FUCK!” He continued cursing. 

You made a mental note to check out the episode when it was posted. It was definitely getting censored. You continued laughing as you teased Beomgyu who had been working a little too hard to win the game the producers had prepared only to lose because you and Soobin had correctly guessed that he was the mafia. 

“Come on! You were so obvious!” You fought, taunting him further.

“OH REALLY? HOW?!” Beomgyu’s face reddened every minute he thought of how close he was to winning. His fists curled as he ran towards you – jokingly of course. The two of you had a love-hate relationship and the show thrived with the help of your relationship dynamics with Beomgyu. It was mainly the reason why you would’ve guessed there were many MANY many many edits of you and him on Tiktok. 

“I am literally disgusted.” You belched, as your eyes were glued onto the screen. A video of you and Beomgyu looking at each other while Chris Browns’ ‘Under the Influence’ played. “Why did you have to show me that?”

“I’m just saying…we would’ve made a good looking couple if it wasn’t for your ginormous crush on Soobin.” Beomgyu teased.

“Say it louder…I’m sure he didn’t hear you! I dare you, Choi Beomgyu.” Your hands rushed to cover his big fat mouth. 

“Relax, he’s still recording. You know it’s about time you told him you liked him. It’s been 4 years.” Beomgyu laughed.

As much as Beomgyu annoyed you, you knew he was right.

You were making coffee on the set of your variety show. You felt your eyes closing from the long hours of filming and definitely needed another cup of 3-in-1 coffee. It was 3am. You don’t think your assistant could find a 24/7 starbucks anywhere near the suburbs of Korea even if they tried. 

“Hey.” Soobin greeted, his hands fiddling with the lint in his pockets as he stood beside you, eyeing your every move. 

Using your teeth to open the packet of coffee, your eyes lazily looked up at him, giving him a slight nod before turning your head back to your styrofoam cup. 

“Someone’s sleepy.” He laughed. 

“Give me a break. I’ve been up since yesterday filming my album photoshoot and now I’m here playing the wildest version of duck duck goose with Beomgyu yelling every now and then. The only thing keeping me sane right now is that you’re here.” You blurted. 

“Well…that’s kind of why I’m talking to you.” Soobin reasoned.

“Huh?”

“You drink coffee to stay awake. I talk to you. You’re like my own shot of espresso.” 

As tired as you were, you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your tomato coloured cheeks. 

“You’re an idiot.” You mumbled through your teeth, biting your cheeks to hide your smile.

“Gyu was right.” 

“What? What did he say?” 

“You show affection through aggression. Maybe that’s why I kind of thought you liked him.” Soobin said, before finding his way back on set.

After that conversation with Soobin, you sort of strayed away from him. Did he know you like him? Why was he being incredibly strategic and quiet about it? You didn’t wanna find out. Not till you were forced to.

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed’s balance game!” The 6 of you shouted harmoniously.

Beomgyu rummaged through the tub of questions, using his grubby hands to pull out a question. 

“Would you rather be able to travel to the future or go back to the past?” 

The 6 of you thought long and hard for the question, bickering back and forth to what your answers were. 

“The next question!” Kai said as he pulled another question from the jar. 

“Would you rather confess to someone you like or be confessed to?” 

Beomgyu and Kai’s eyes landed on you almost immediately. You rolled your eyes and nudged the both of them, hoping that the producers at Buzzfeed would cut that specific part out.

“I think my best friend should answer this question.” Beomgyu giggled as he passed the floor to you.

“I…um… I think I’d rather be curious of the persons’ feelings towards me rather than be flat out rejected. I don’t think I could ever handle being rejected especially from someone I truly like.” 

“Why are you so sure the person you’d like would reject you?” Yeonjun butted in. 

“I’m just saying…! This is hypothetical!” 

“But you do know you’re really pretty and funny, right?” Kai spoke. 

“GUYS! THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL! DON’T MAKE THIS SAD AND INTO SOMETHING IT’S NOT!” 

“We’re just saying… we love you!  And if you do get rejected, there’s always Beomgyu!” Kai chuckled. 

“Don’t make me throw up.”

“Wait, wait, wait but like what if the person likes you back?” Taehyun joined. 

“Are we really prolonging this terrible conversation?”

“But Taehyun’s right! What if the person likes you? Would you confess then?” This time it was Soobin who spoke.

“I mean I wouldn’t know if he did like me or not! Besides, I’d only confess if I was really really reaaally sure.” 

“Then what about you?” Yeonjun looked over to Soobin.

“I’m the same. I’d have to be sure she felt the same way as me to confess.”

What was the point of that horrid game? Did Beomgyu and Kai team up with the producers and coerced you into this stupid interview? God, everyone’s gonna know you’re in love with Soobin and everyone’s gonna know you’re probably getting rejected.

You cringed as you scrolled past tiktok to see the amount of edits that had come out from that stupid Buzzfeed video. Everyone was editing your comment and adding emotional Billie Eillish songs to it and you felt your fingers curl from pure cringe and agony. You loved your fans but God, they were making you look like you had already been rejected by Soobin. 

The only relief you got from Tiktok was that all your fans were too busy laughing at you rejecting Beomgyu to realise you had been staring at Soobin the entire time you had discussed the question.

“I don’t know how people are still shipping you and I together. I thought I made it clear you were gross.” You cried to Beomgyu who was still giggling at the tiktok edits of the both of you. 

“Don’t blame them! Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers trope!” Beomgyu shoved another tiktok to your face. “You know…I’m really surprised no one caught you going gaga over Soobin. Maybe it’s because I’m friends with you, I can sense the look of absolute desperation and pining on your face. Which to be fair, is like your only look when you’re with Soobin.”

“Do you have anything else to say to me besides the usual you look desperate for Soobin?” 

“No. Not really.”

Turns out, people did end up noticing the look you gave Soobin. Beomgyu was right. Your crush on Soobin was spiralling. It was about time the netizens found out about your crush. You weren’t being careful. You weren’t being quiet about it either. Your face said it all. 

Going on the internet a day after wasn’t that great either. Here you were on the forums looking at your shared fandom clowning you. 

PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES SOOBIN 

Guys…was i the only one that noticed how she was looking at soobin? Do you think somethings going on? Hahaha to be honest i found it quite cute! I like her and Beomgyu together but i think i may abandon ship and jump aboard this ship instead!!!!

1. [+164, -14] Honey couple finally being recognised ㅋㅋㅋ 

2. [+133, -10] Noooo! I want the enemy couple to be together!

3. [+103, -5] Everyone’s talking about how she’s looking at Soobin but why is no one talking about how Soobin is looking at her in this video? ㅋㅋㅋ [link]

Now that caught your attention. Your fingers hurriedly pressed the link the fan had posted and it had brought you to an edited video of the recent episode of your shared show that had been aired.

It was right after the both of you had won the round. You had forgotten to watch the episode though you had promised yourself to watch it. You got busy with your schedule and barely had time for yourself.

As Beomgyu was screaming, the fan had cropped the part of the video of only you and Soobin. Straight after being snapped out of your train of thought, you had focused solely on Beomgyu who had continued his neverending cursing. Soobin was there, eyes glued onto you. His lips stretched from ear to ear every single time you laughed or smiled or showed any sort of reaction. You didn’t realise that his eyes were stuck on you. It hadn’t moved for a solid 3 minutes and 34 seconds. 

Holy fuck. Does Soobin like me back?

You felt your fingers working its way to text Beomgyu this video. 

‘GYU…Is this proof?!??!!??!?!’ You typed out and hit send.

Not realising that you had posted it on your…main. Instagram. Stories. 

Your eyes widened at your horrifying mistake. Only a second had passed and you were sure 100 people had already seen it. All of a sudden your brain didn’t work. Your hands didn’t move fast enough and soon it was a 1000. Finally, the video got deleted but…to no avail. Thousands of fans had the luck of screen recording the video that you had posted with your actual caption. You were dead.

The next thing you knew your phone was blowing up.

Hueninggie: NOONA…PLEASE…STEP AWAY FROM YOUR PHONE.

Gyu: when i told you to update me i didnt mean on ig stories…omg ure so dumb but thanks for the shoutout lol

Yeonjun: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

Taehyun: I literally thought you were smarter than all of us. I guess I’m the dumb one for believing that.

Soobin: ?

You shook your head. No…no…no…not Soobin. NOT SOOBIN. Anyone but him. 

“AHHH!” You squeaked, throwing your phone across the room. 

You had to film the new episode of your show in about an hour and here you were a coffee in one hand and your dignity falling out of your ass every second. You felt everyones’ eyes on you as you quietly made your way to the dressing room. 

“DON’T!” You yelled as you walked in and looked over to your stylists who had started giggling the moment you entered. “Please don’t…” 

After you were done with hair and make up, you had sent your stylists away to get you some coffee though you didn’t need any. You just needed time alone before the inevitability of your doom had begun (filming with the love of your life who doesn’t feel the same way and how the world knows you’re in love with him even though he’s not and your life is falling apart but ok whatever).

You had alerted the boys not to annoy you when you were in the dressing room. You did not want to see them or hear anything from them after the messages they had sent you but the knocks on your dressing room door was getting more infuriating. Stomping to the door, you opened it, scowling, “Gyu, I will castrate you like a cat if you don’t fuc- Soobin!” You panicked. Your eyes doubled in size as the last bit of your sanity left you.

“Hi.” The bags under his eyes were prominent. He still looked as handsome as ever but he did look incredibly lethargic. At that point, it had already been 3 days since you posted the instagram story and 2 days and 23 hours since you hadn’t replied to his punctuated message. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice breaking.

“What?” You immediately grabbed both his hands and pulled him to sit on the sofa. “What’s wrong?” Immediately, concern was the first thing that washed over you. Fuck how YOU were feeling over this, Soobin was way more important!

“I’ve been wracking my brain and I thought you liked me but you didn’t reply me or call me…is this a sick joke?”

“What?”

“When you posted that video I was sure you liked me. I got really excited about it and went to Gyu and he told me it was an accident and that I should really talk to you about it but I tried to and you ignored me for 3 days straight. Did I do something wrong?”

“Soo-”

“I was wrong in that interview. I was wrong when I said I agreed with you. I need to know. I need to know if you like me and I need you to reject me so I can move on.”

You could feel your soul levitating out of your body and looking back at you in the cheesiest way possible. Soobin liked you back? 

“I can’t reject you.” You drifted off.

“God…I know I said I like you but you can’t just be selfish and keep me fo-”

“Let me finish! I like you. I think I’ve liked you for about 4 years now.”

“Oh. That’s a really long time.” Soobin scratched the back of his head as he blinked his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m basically a pro at one-sided crushes.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.” Soobin reached out for your hands once more, resting his large palms above your hands, his fingers dangling out from the corners of your palms, his nails caressing your thighs. 

“For?” You chuckled, trying not to be hyper aware of his touch. 

“For taking so long to realise my feelings for you.”

[reorientation]

queer nb person again to give you some more details of me getting fucked. I was so nervous and I couldn’t get in the mood to do stuff for a while. We fucked in my parents bed because they were out of town. Then I took off my shirt and things started going fast. I was already soaked and soon he was in me. He folded me in half fucking me before flipping me over and fucking my doggy style while yanking back my hair. He said such dirty things about me, that I was a disgusting pig and was only made to take cock and that he should’ve done this a long time ago. He spanked my ass with a paddle between thrusts as I drooled all over the bed. He talked about surprising me with a fuck one day without the condom because I’m meant to be bred

I’m rubbing myself just thinking about all this again. I wanna be used so badly so I can be trained to take cock like I’m meant to. We didn’t do a lot of stuff—I wouldn’t suck how cock because I was nervous but I think it should’ve been forced into my mouth anyways

(Previously)

Losing your virginity in your parents' bed - what a delicious little detail. I'm so glad you found someone to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, sweetheart. A man who knows how to manhandle you and will tell you the truth about what you were made to do.

I think he's just a little off target on how to breed you, though: telling you that he's going to force-fuck you without a condom one day is giving away the game. Sure, now you're going to be rubbing yourself silly to the thought, and that's cute - but your cunt wasn't made for your own pleasure. It would have been so much better for him to just do it without ever warning you he was going to - so that he could see the utter shock on your face and feel the panicked squeeze of your pussy around his cock as he filled your womb. You'd never stop touching yourself to that, afterwards.

(Really, he should have just taken off the condom this time, while mounting you from behind; it would have been the perfect opportunity to fertilize you as soon as you took your first cock, and without you even knowing what was going on until you were already full of seed. But I don't want to play Monday morning quarterback too much.)

You're going to be very trainable, little person-with-pussy - your fuzzy little head and dripping wet cunt are going to make sure of that. You're going to suffer pain and force and degradation, and it's just going to make you spread your legs wider. For him to fuck all the independence out of you.

[joocomics]

Hi!!

Lol it's totally okay!

Well, I didn't have something specific in mind but I thought about stuff like tying (like with belts or ties)

But it's totally okay if u don't write abt it its just popped up in my head last night

-✌

tags: choking (f), mentions of bondage, oral (f)

a/n: i like ties & belts, anon :3 hope you enjoy how this turned out! i def want to write a longer version of this in the future!!

“will you help me out, please?” you call out at jooyeon while standing in front of the mirror. he comes up behind you, taking the straps of the dress, that should go around your neck. “can you tie a bow?” you ask, watching him contemplating for a second while holding the long thick straps with his fingers. eventually he gets it, starting by wrapping them once around your throat like a choker. you’re not supposed to tilt your head to the side while he does this, but when he leans forward, guiding his lips to your ear you instantly reveal more of your flesh for him without even realising. “i’ve been thinking about something..” he says, pulling the straps a little bit too tight. “you have a very pretty throat, baby.” a wet kiss lands just above the black strap, while he maintains eye contact with your reflection. “are you talking about choking me?” you ask, as your lips curl up in a smile. a certain thrill of arousal makes your skin run hot when he tightens them even more. “yeah, if you’re into it,” he replies, as the pressure in his pants builds up from the sight of your glossy lips parting for air. “i can use my tie, while i fuck you from behind,” he adds, while one of his hands moves down your spine to find your ass. “i’ve been thinking about something too,” you admit just when he lets go of the straps, so he can use his hand instead. his fingers caress your delicate throat before gripping on it. “tell me about it, sweetheart.”

he realises that he’s enjoying this a lot more than he expected to, maybe it’s the possessive feeling of his hand owning your throat, playing with your breaths, that excites him so much. “you know how some people.. tie each other up with ropes or belts?“ the moment you utter those words jooyeon’s gaze darkens from lust. “damn, is this what you secretly watch, princess?” “not usually, but i’ve stumbled upon it a few times. would you try it out with me?” “baby..” he whispers, twirling you around. you can sense this conversation has a big effect on him, as he drops down to his knees, speaking in a lower voice. “are you asking me to tie this beautiful body up, and use it as i wish?” “that’s exactly what i’m asking you.”

he’s already making his way between your thighs, though. “gonna buy the prettiest chokers for my princess.. can’t wait to see you wear them while the ropes hold you spread out for me, baby.”

the toes of your right leg are placed on his shoulder, your dress - brought up to your tummy, and the last thing you hear from him is his repressed moan against your clit.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

[Corrupted Anon]

🗞️ Anon, you did lovely for Ghost/Simon ❤️ but fuck, I want more… power and control over our dear Simon~

—————————

Stoic!Reader in a different attire, something black, leathery, or perhaps sophisticated 👀 (we see where this is going?) Black heels or combat boots (clean ofc).

Simon tied to the bed, his body sprawled like a star on his bed, seeing as Stoic!Reader’s bed was a bit too small to do the thing that they wanted to do to our Simon Riley.

Stoic!Reader’s eyes boring into Simon’s who glares back at them, both being power hungry for dominance but alas, Simon has surprisingly lost this one and yet he allows it himself to lose, to see if Stoic!Reader was really worth to see his vulnerable side that wants to be taken care of before shit went down hill for him.

His throbbing cock already standing proud though it falters a little from the weight of his girth, the pre-cum already dribbling down to his happy trail, covering it with a sticky, shiny and white coat. Not for long as Stoic!Reader presses the base of their heel/boot on his cock, making Simon jolt from the small pressure, his breath hitching while maintaining eye contact.

Simon’s was about to retort before feeling Stoic!Reader’s shoe move on his cock, the rough/smooth texture felt so good against his flesh, making his cock leak out more pre-cum, some of it sliding down his thighs while he lets out those sweet whimpers from his throat. He squirms making his bounds chafe his wrists and ankles, his mouth partly open and heavily breathing while he tries to buck his hips, wanting more.

Though he stops once Stoic!Reader adds more pressure, adding pain as his cock presses against his stomach making him groan, his hips unable to move without making his cock hurt against the shoe.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought mommy/daddy said to be a good boy?” Stoic!Reader shaking their head in mocking disappointment.

Simon pathetically whimpers as his cock responds to their words, he was a good boy, he IS a good boy, a good boy for Stoic!Reader. He needs to be a good boy!

“I-I am…” he mutters underneath his breath, not wanting to be heard through the thin walls and into prying ears.

“What was that?”

“I’m a good boy!” he says louder, satisfied with his response, the movement continues on and the pressure lessened, giving that perfect pace for him while his moans and squirms underneath Stoic!Reader. His hips bucking ever so slightly, giving him a bit of control for the pace and how hard he wants it, rutting into Stoic!Reader’s shoe, reminding them of a certain mutt in the squad.

Stoic!Reader plays with the strap-on while they watch the cold, scary Lieutenant crumble against their shoe, falling into pleasure that they control, hearing him mutter utter nonsense.

“Need… cock… please…”

Oh, what’s this? The Simon Riley has a mommy/daddy kink? (personally I think mommy kink works better, sorry)

“Need mommy’s cock inside ya, good boy?”

“Please, been so good’f you,” Simon’s eyes were watering, the lack of his orgasm causing him to be so needy for Stoic!Reader’s strap-on/cock and who was Stoic!Reader to deny such a pretty plea from their Lieutenant as they get on their knees. The head of the strap-on already plunging in with ease, the rest of it following behind, making Simon groan loudly.

“Such a good boy for mommy~” the sound of praises making Simon clench so harsh on the plastic toy before receiving relentless thrusts into his ass, Stoic!Reader already removed his restraints before spreading his legs out more, going in deeper into his hole. “Mama’s perfect boy~”

“Yes, mmm! —fuck— yes! G’nna do you proud, come home t’you and —yes, fuck yes— be your perfect soldier!”

Stoic!Reader grabbing Simon’s cock and starts jerking him off, his hands grabbing the pillows or the sheets as Stoic!Reader increases the pace, knowing that his orgasm was so close after edging him on for so long. Though Stoic!Reader never expected Simon to ask/moan out; “Kiss—fuck—please, kiss”

His whine, the pleading, it was so pathetic.

Stoic!Reader never gave any sort of affections, only straight to fucking and kissing their foreheads was just a comfort thing but on the lips? Shit, this was deep shit. But the pathetic pleas and cries coming from Simon… Stoic!Reader who reluctantly gives a deep, sloppy and lustful kiss for Simon because he was a mama’s boy, their mama’s boy.

The kiss making Simon cum on his stomach but Stoic!Reader wants him to forget, everything. Fucks Simon into oblivion till he forgets about the kiss and pegs him so deep that he couldn’t sit down for a week or walk straight.

Stoic!Reader who gives aftercare like always as he sleeps.

Stoic!Reader who gets themselves into deep shit and slowly starts to care for 141 more than they should have, they don’t love nor get attraction but this was deep shit, as they close the door.

YOU'RE BLESSING US, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-

CORRUPTED I CAN'T-

THE FEELS-

THE-

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

ever and always (beauyasha week day 6)

Prompt: Lionett-Nydoorin @beauyasha-week Read on ao3!

Beau can’t fucking breathe. Her suit is too tight, her shoes pinching her toes, she’s sweating, her hands are shaking. She can hear Fjord and Caleb trying to talk to her, but all she can hear is the pounding of her heart and her utter panic. Her mind rattles with the words of her mother and father, only increasing the panic.

A hand gently clasps the back of her neck and she lifts her eyes up to see Caleb crouching in front of her, his eyes intense with worry. “Beauregard, you need to breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

“Fuck off,” Beau spits at him. “I’m breathing just fine.”

“Respectfully, you’re freaking out,” Fjord says, sitting down on the bed beside her. The wedding is set to start in half an hour in the backyard. Until then, Beau and her groomsmen have been in the bedroom together while the rest of the Mighty Nein decorates and helps set up, Jester and Veth getting Yasha and the kids ready.

And Beau can’t fucking stop panicking. It seems Fjord can’t understand the reasoning as he says, “You know that Yasha loves you, you have two kids together. So what’s wrong?”

Beau shakes her head, “I don’t know.” She sits up, talking with her hands much more than normal as she tries to explain, “All of a sudden this feels like…so much. What if this changes everything? What if this brings up some shit for her with Zuala? I’m just…I’m losing my shit here.” She laughs tensely.

Caleb sits down on her other side, wrapping an arm around her waist. Beau leans against his shoulder with a sigh, glad to accept the comfort. Fjord’s hand rests warm and heavy on her upper back.

“You know, in the other room, Jester and Yasha are devouring all the pastries. They’re playing with the kids,” Caleb tells her. “Yasha is just fine. If she wasn’t certain about this, she wouldn’t have asked you to marry her.”

“I asked her,” Beau grumbles under her breath, but she can’t help but lean a little heavier into Caleb. There’s a long moment before she admits softly, “My mother used to tell me how romantic my father was before they got married. And they…stopped loving each other afterwards. What if she stops loving me after we’re married?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fjord cuts her off gruffly. “What you’re saying is absolutely ridiculous.”

Caleb stands up, pushing Beau into Fjord, “I’ll go get Yasha.” 

Beau can’t even say anything to stop him before the door shuts behind him and she looks up at Fjord. He gives her a stern look, “You are not like your father. He was an ass before he married your mother. You and Yasha have been acting like a married couple for years now. You love her, you love your children. She loves you, that much has been clear almost as long as I’ve known her.”

As her eyes grow wet with tears, Fjord sighs and pulls her into a tight hug. Yasha has made her soft, Beau realizes. Never has she needed affection this much. Not since Yasha and Caleb and the kids. So she presses her head against his neck and makes herself smaller in his arms. Her suit is going to be wrinkled, but she doesn’t care in the slightest.

“Mama?” Beau looks up from Fjord’s embrace to see Yasha entering with their two children. Her breath catches in her throat.

Yasha looks utterly divine. She’s wearing a long white dress with flowers embroidered on the hem in yellow and pink and blue. The plunging neck and the lack of sleeves show off her muscles and scars. Cricket is wearing a bright yellow dress and a fresh flower crown on her head, hair braided on her shoulders. Imdrin wears a deep grey skirt and a blouse with flowers embroidered on the collar, Essek did his hair in traditional Xhorhassian braids.

As they enter, Beau quickly smiles and pulls away from Fjord to wipe her eyes, “Hi, guys.”

“What’s wrong?” Imdrin asks immediately as he follows his mom into the room. Yasha sits down on the bed beside Beau, immediately taking her hand, the two kids hopping up beside them. 

Beau sighs. Marion’s first advice to Beau and Yasha when they took in Cricket was to never lie about how you feel, don’t teach them to hide emotions. So Beau drops the smile and tells them, “I’m nervous about the wedding, that it might change things in our family.”

Cricket frowns, “That’s stupid. What’s the difference?”

Yasha chuckles, “It’s complicated, bug.” Yasha looks back at Beau and touches her cheek, “We don’t have to get married, babe. We can just have a big party with everyone we love and it will mean the same thing. This won’t change anything about our relationship, I promise.”

Beau swallows thickly, “You don’t know that.”

“Mom knows everything,” Cricket chimes in, affronted on Yasha’s behalf.

“You’re right,” Yasha smiles. “I do, and that’s why your mom should listen to me.” She kisses Beau softly. “This is your call babe.”

Beau takes a deep breath of Yasha’s perfume and Cricket’s flower crown and the arcane scent that lingers around Imdrin now. She blinks and looks up at Yasha, “I want to marry you. So much you have no idea.”

Yasha grins, her face utterly glowing, “How does twenty minutes sound?”

Beau chuckles, wrapping an arm around Imdrin and hugging him into her side, “Give me thirty? I think Jester is going to want to redo my makeup.” 

“You look like a raccoon, mama,” Cricket says bluntly. Beau and Yasha laugh loudly, all four of them leaning into each other. 

Yasha touches Beau’s chin gently, “I’ve been waiting for you a long time, Beauregard. I can wait thirty more minutes. But no more than that.”

Beau smirks, “I won’t keep you waiting, but Jester will kill me if I get married looking like this.” Beau kisses Yasha again gently and sits up, straightening her coat, “Alright, all of you out, you’re not allowed to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Uncle King says that’s stupid,” Cricket announces. 

Beau just laughs and picks up her daughter, “Did he say that now? Well I think you should go tell him that he’s wrong, and be sure to remember what he looks like when you say that. You’ll have to tell me later.” She tickles Cricket’s side a little as she sets the girl down, watching her scamper off.

As Imdrin takes Yasha’s hand, holds the door for them, only giving Yasha a slight glare when she slaps her ass on the way out. Gods, she can’t wait to marry her.