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0097linersb · 6 months ago

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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 (m)

Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 15k ~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI pls

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Part 2

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As someone who has been single for the past 2 years, you often found yourself missing certain things and feelings. It´s not even the dating in itself that you craved, you were in fact, very content with being alone, and after all your inner healing and growth, you didn´t even think you were ready for a relationship at this point in your life. But as you and Wooyoung were on your couch lazily spending the afternoon, you found your body and mind screaming for comfort at the sight of the rainy day outside.

Your friend had his head on your lap as he played some online shooting game on his phone, the movie you intended on watching now only serving as background noise as you drifted off, hands absent-mindedly playing with the strands of his hair that fell on top of your thighs.

Hand-holding.

That´s something you really missed. The feeling of interlacing fingers with someone as warmness spread through your body. When you were dating, you weren´t even that into holding hands, uncomfortable with not being able to move freely or with the way your palm seemed to always feel clammy – But now? You would kill for a chance to walk around a park linked with someone.

You also really missed being so familiar with someone that you just felt at ease, having a person there to do nothing or everything with, being able to talk or gossip about anything. You remember spamming Mingyu´s chat with every little thing that happened during your day and him just being genuinely happy to hear about it, replying to every single message in order. As your best friend, Wooyoung was someone you talked to a lot, but you still couldn´t text him about how you already drank 6 glasses of water or how you were annoyed because your stapler kept getting stuck – Those are the annoying little things you only get to share with a significant other that has the obligation to put up with you.

And showering together. You almost felt dramatic tears fill your eyes at the thought of it; sharing the hot stream of water with someone, have them rub soap down your back or massage shampoo onto your scalp, or just simply holding someone in the dark under the running water as steam filled the room.

Oh, and free massages. You definitely missed those, being able to ask for a massage at whatever given moment with the certainness that you would receive one. Mingyu´s love language had always been acts of service, meaning you wouldn´t spend a single day without his hands squeezing your shoulders or rubbing down your back.

Maybe you should call Mingyu. Something along the lines of “hey, I know we broke up a few years ago but can you come like, hold me for a minute? Cuddle until we fall asleep?”

You were so touch deprived you could cry.

There was also the intimate part of a relationship; You had tried casual sex, one-night stands, friends with benefits, even a Tinder hook up once – It just wasn´t for you. It´s not even the sex on itself that you longed for, you could spend another few years without it if it came down to it. But you did miss what came with being intimate with someone who truly cared about you. When it comes to casual flings, people are normally selfish (yourself included), doing the bare minimum to get the other person off but truly aiming for their own pleasure; it was nice being with someone who´s main priority was making you feel good without the need of having the “favor returned”.

What you really did miss though, was a bit cruder: You missed the feeling of someone´s dick in your mouth, the groans and whines that came with it, hands tangled in your hair, your tongue tracing hot veins as someone praised you. You missed having someone´s fingers inside of you, your walls tight around them as they pumped in and out of you with ease. You also really fucking missed someone eating you out.

You subconsciously pulled a bit on Wooyoung´s hair out of frustration but he didn´t seem to notice, eyes fixated on his game. You gently pat his head where you had tugged on the strands and went back to playing with his hair, letting your mind take you away once again.

Again, it´s not like your relationship with Mingyu ended badly, surely, he wouldn´t mind if you called him up to go down memory lane for a night-

You had never noticed how plump Wooyoung´s lips were.

He had a habit of pouting when he was focused, or biting on his lips when he was extra concentrated – which he was doing just now as he tried to shoot at someone who was trying to kill him. When he finally managed to take out the other player and escape, he let his bottom lip go, now all red and glistening as he cursed out loud. They just looked so soft and plushy, and the mole he had on his bottom lip –

You suddenly realized you were kind of obsessed with Wooyoung´s nose shape. You know what people say about big noses… Also, how good would it feel bumping against -

“You´re being way too nice. What´s going on?” Wooyoung´s voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, causing you to jump in shock and realization that you were just thinking about your friend eating you out.

“I am nice, just not to you,” You correct, meeting his eyes which were looking up as you noticed you were still running your fingers through his hair.

“I have very strong opinions about that, but either way, it´s what I meant. Why are you being nice to me?”

“Am I?”

“I remember very clearly the last time I asked you to cuddle me, almost got down on my knees begging and you just looked at me like I had rolled around in the trash.”

“You were quiet today, behaving like a normal person-”

“Go on, call me a good boy. I know you want to,” He rolls his eyes.

You laugh out loud at that; he did know you well.

“Nah, you´ve ruined it the moment you opened your mouth.”

“Guess I´m a bit further from perfect than I thought, getting there though. How was the movie anyways?”

“Oh, did it end already?” You asked, finally looking at the TV and realizing the credits must have been rolling for a while. “Wasn´t paying attention.”

“What were you even doing?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a second away from calling you stupid.

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“Calling Mingyu,” You half-lied.

At that, he managed to furrow his eyebrows even more, the biggest judgmental face he had ever sported looking up at you, “Why? Are you suddenly into him again?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I don´t know, just-”

“Oh my god,” His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock. “It´s a booty call.”

“It´s that what people call it these days?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“Oh my god, so it is.”

“I guess?”

“Y/N, it´s been like 2 years. I know you´re hot and he´s a man but I think that conversation would be kind of weird. Were you planning on texting him a wanna come smash?” He questioned you as he sat up. “Do you even have his number?”

“No, I - I don´t know. I- Let´s change the subject.”

“Let´s absolutely not.”

“You´re being annoying.”

“Aren´t I always?”

“Yes, defin-”

“If you´re horny, why don´t you text that last guy you were going out with? He was hot too.”

“Ew, don´t use the word horny.”

“Would you prefer I call you needy?”

Maybe you would, yeah, very much.

“No, ew. Just stop talking all-together.”

“So, why don´t you text him?”

“You know I can´t really enjoy it much when I´m not like, close to the person.”

“So you thought of your ex,” he deadpanned.

“Yeah.”

“Has literally not even one of the guys you hooked up with gotten you off?”

“I mean, some of them did. But I don´t want to just get off, I-I- I don´t even know what I want, can we please chan-”

“You want to be treated like the little pillow princess you are, got it.”

Did he have to say it like that? Suddenly you felt the pulse between your legs raising its intensity. Oh god no, you were absolutely not getting turned on by Wooyoung´s crude choice of words.

Anyone but Wooyoung!

“Who says I´m a pillow princess? Am not!”

“Ah, please. You scream I´ll bring nothing to the table besides looking pretty.”

“Is that how I come off as?” You gasped at that, feeling deeply offended. “You´re full of shit.”

“Why are you even getting mad? There´s nothing wrong with that, I´m sure you´re really good at looking pretty under a guy.”

“Please stop picturing someone else fucking me?”

“Who says I´m picturing someone else?” He winked at you teasingly.

You literally, in your over 20 years of life on this earth, have never - not even once - thought you would actually choke over someone´s words. This was Wooyoung, you were used to his ways, c´mon!

“Yeah, let´s not do that.”

“Awn, pretty princess got flustered,” He cooed at you.

You knew he was just teasing you; you knew there was no real sexual intent behind his words because that was Wooyoung, he flirted and teased as naturally as he breathed - but they still got your thighs tensing and you hating yourself for it. Couldn´t you just take a joke for what it was?

“Although now that I´m thinking about it, I wouldn´t be surprised if you turned out to be a brat in bed. You´re already the biggest one normally.”

“Look who´s calling me a brat,” You rolled your eyes once again. It didn´t matter if he was right or wrong, Wooyoung had no right calling anyone that when he was the way he was.

At that, he presented you with the most attractive smile you think would ever exist in the world, a mixture between cunning, excitement and condescending, “You think I´m bratty?”

“Oh, I´m sure of it.”

“Maybe I´m just good at matching energies, you know?” He winked, teasing you further.

“Fuck off. I know San forced you on your knees more often than I´d like to imagine.”

“Because I allowed him to.”

You snorted, “Yeah. Sure thing, honey. Now let´s move along, please.”

Except that, your mind decided to in fact, consider his words. Wooyoung liked teasing and annoying people for his own entertainment, he whined at you every time he didn´t get things his way and he was always playfully flirting with everyone - and you meant literally everyone. Because of that, you had always just kind of assumed (but never spared it many thoughts, thank God) that your best friend was just someone who like to be dominated when in relationships, or sexual encounters for the matter.

But honestly, you could kind of see it differently after his comments. It was true he always had everyone wrapped around his fingers and somehow, he always managed to get things his way - Wasn´t that also some form of control? The lines were kind of blurred when it came to Jung Wooyoung, but that was kind of even more attractive to you.

“Oh my god, you´re thinking about it,” Wooyoung teased.

“You´re the one who started it!”

“You don´t have to stress your pretty little head over it,” He smiled, his finger finding it´s place under your chin to tip your face in his direction playfully. “I can show you.”

Oh, absolutely not.

Your eyes fluttered shut for a millisecond at his words, your guard crumbling surprisingly fast as you practically whimpered, “I know you´re joking but can we please not?”

“Why?”

Couldn´t he stop giving you that annoying freaking smile?

“Because I am kind of horny and I really don´t want to go there,” You practically growled.

Now he was the one who broke character, not expecting you to be actually affected by his jokes, before the teasing smile was back on his face in a heartbeat - but you saw it.

“Did I make you horny?” He teased.

“Of course not, I was already horny before. I´m just in a weird mood.”

It wasn´t necessarily a lie. If you weren´t already feeling some type of way since earlier, you would have never - and you really mean that - caught yourself thinking about Wooyoung´s stupid plump lips or if he could actually fuck you.

“So, you were thinking about getting dicked down while I was here innocently lying down on your lap? You´re dirty,” He snickered.

“It wasn´t weird until you made it weird,” You groaned in frustration. This is really not how you imagined your afternoon would go down.

“Want me to help you out?”

“Got any hot friends who are also not my friends?”

“I do,” He nodded with his head. “But I´m also right here.”

Your eyes almost flew out of your head. You always judged yourself as the only person immune to Wooyoung's weirdness, deeming that nothing the man did or say would ever surprise you since you basically were the same - but you now guessed the tests became harder as the years passed.

“I can´t really tell if you´re joking-“

“I am absolutely not.”

“Yeah, not going to happen.”

“Why?”

“Because!��

“I know you can use your big girl words.”

“Because as much as it pains me to admit it, we´re best friends. I guess?”

“Now you´re the one who´s making it weird. You´re hot, I´m hot. You´re horny, now I´m horny. What´s wrong with helping each other out?”

“What´s wrong is that I never really saw you like that!” You whined.

“But you´re seeing now.”

“Yeah, and I don´t like it!”

“Tell me,” He raised an eyebrow at you, a devilish glint on his eyes matching his smile once again.

“What?”

“What you imagined me doing to you.”

“Oh my god. Nothing!”

“Oh c´mon, I won´t think you´re in love with me or anything. I know we´re friends and I´m a man, if there is one thing I can understand is simple plain old horniness.”

“How is this so easy for you?”

“Oh, I already imagined fucking you many times. In many different ways, too,” Wooyoung stated so casually, like he was talking about his shopping list for when he went to the supermarket later. “You know that one time at Seonghwa´s pool when you were wearing that little orange bikini? I must have made up at least 4 different scenarios, just that day.”

“I feel kind of violated?”

You also felt the way something throbbed in between your legs at his words but he didn´t need to know that.

“As I said: I´m a man, Y/N. I love you and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or fuck up our friendship, but there´s nothing wrong with fantasizing. It´s not like I actively decide to do it either, it just happens, I don´t know.”

“Do you just casually think about fucking all your friends?”

“No, only the hot ones. And it´s not something I keep thinking about all the time, I´m not a creep. Just once every blue moon hormone takes over or something. Also, you´re a fool if you think any of your other friends who are into women have never, not even once, thought about fucking you.”

“Yeah, I´d rather be a fool,” You rolled your eyes. “Also, San hasn´t!”

“San would quit his dream job in a heartbeat if I called him over for a threesome right now.”

“Yunho then! He would never -”

Wooyoung laughed at that, “Honey, I have something to tell you-“

“Please don´t.”

“Anyways, you´re not lacking options to help you out. All I´m saying is that I´m here and I´d be more than glad to be the one,” He had the audacity of winking at you. “Since you were already thinking about it.”

“I´m begging you to please drop it.”

“Only if you tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Oh my god! You know what? Let´s play your stupid fucking game, Jung Wooyoung. I´ll tell you if you tell me first.”

“So, you do know how to have fun,” Wooyoung gave you a big smile, his eyes disappearing in happiness as if you had just told him you got him a new car. “What do you want to know?”

“About the day at Seonghwa´s pool.”

“Fun. I will use your own words then: I was in a weird mood that day and then you just took your clothes off and looked so good in that bikini. You were sunbathing and at some point in the afternoon you went inside Hwa´s house to get something from the kitchen and my brain just kept flashing images in my head: what if I followed you into the empty house, pushed you against the nearest wall and fucked you, watching as you tried to keep quiet so the others wouldn´t hear from right outside? Your cheek red from rubbing against the wall, your -”

“That´s scenario number one.”

“You want all of them? Kinky.”

“I can just go-“

“Calm down, princess. See? I knew you were a brat.”

“Wooyo-“

“Later when I was sitting down on the sunbathing chair with you while you were helping me out with the sunscreen, I noticed how my hand was so close I could pull the bottom of your bikini to the side and just slip my fingers in, right there in the open, no one would even notice. I wondered if you were already going to be wet and how you would sound trying to keep your noises inside with my knuckles deep into you. I couldn´t imagine a better sight than you all pretty clenching around my fingers or how you would look trying to casually spread your legs for me without anyone suspecting. I even went as far as imagining us getting caught, can you picture Mingi noticing what a little slut you are and trying to watch without getting caught himself? Poor boy wouldn´t know what to do with himself, would just loose his mind at how hot you´d look. I wondered if you´d like that he was watching –“

“That´s scenario number two,” You interrupted before the skin where you dug your nails into could start bleeding from your efforts to ground yourself and not squirm like an animal in heat at Wooyoung´s words.

He was good, you had to give him that.

Wooyoung laughed at you and you wondered if he had any clue about what he was doing to you. Then you mentally slapped yourself because of course he did, he had eyes.

“When everyone went inside to make some drinks and start on dinner, you sat there on the edge of the pool and started kicking water at me. Remember that? I happened to notice the edge was just the perfect height for me to eat you out from the pool, and you even had your back to the door. We were all alone out there and even if someone came out, I would be hidden from their view in between your legs. I could picture my hands holding your thighs open and your back arching-”

“Yeah, ok. That´s enough. I´m going to go, humm, shower or something and you can just like leave-”

“Can I join?” He joked as you stood up.

“No.”

“Can I at least stay outside listening?”

“What? I´m not going to mastu- Wooyoung, I´m just taking a cold shower.”

“OK, go cool yourself off, princess. I´ll wait for you here,” He informed, unlocking his phone once again and showing you his screen where his game was loading.

“Yeah, ok. Suit yourself.”

“You really should let me listen as payback for getting me horny,” He screamed once you were already down the hallway.

“You got yourself horny,” You screamed back before shutting the bathroom door behind yourself.

You silently screamed against your hands as you let your body slide down the door.

What the hell just happened? How many lines did you just cross?

Why was Wooyoung suddenly so hot?

And so, a cold shower you took and thankfully, after you left the bathroom, no one talked about the subject for the rest of the night and just pretended that nothing had happened.

Except that now you were miserable and your mind echoed Wooyoung´s words every time you looked or thought about him. It was not optimal to be crossing your legs in the middle of class at university because you accidentally caught yourself staring at your friend´s veiny arms for half of the lecture.

★

“You´re still horny,” Wooyoung stated a few days later when you were literally getting ice cream after class.

“And I´m actually mortified that you noticed.”

“You´re being stubborn.”

“We´re not fucking, Wooyoung.”

“Dude, at this point I am genuinely feeling bad for you. We can ask Mingi or whoever, just please get some dick.”

“You´re being kind of sexist-”

“Y/N, you look constipated. I am worried for your sanity.”

“Just shut up before I stop talking to you.”

“I can use a blindfold or something if you´re worried about me seeing you naked-”

“You´d like that, wouldn´t you? Submissive bitch.”

“Don´t degrade me unless you mean it,” He winked at you.

“You are actually insufferable.”

“I´m just trying to help.”

“You can´t because you don´t understand that this isn´t just about getting some dick!”

“So what is this about? You tense every time my hands get near you -”

“Wooyoung, this is an ice cream parlor. There are kids around, just shut the fuck up.”

“So let´s go to my place.”

“I´m not getting inside any closed spaces with you unless there are more people around.”

“Kinky.”

“Oh my god, you know what I mean.”

“I know, just let me tease you. Ok, but seriously now, I think that in order for me to do my duties as a best friend, I need to understand what´s going on.”

“Since when do you care about your best friend duties? You once left me behind alone at a party to get fucked by Yeonjun or whatever you two-”

“Allegedly.”

“No, Wooyoung. Not allegedly, it was literally me that you dragged to a corner to inform you´d be going upstairs with Yeonjun-”

“No one knows what happened in that room.”

“Yeah, thank god.”

“Ok, whatever. Let me help you, tell me what´s going on inside that little messed up brain of yours.”

“Nop. I really would rather lock myself inside the industrial freezer in the back.”

“Yeah? Then I´m texting Mingi to go to your place and give you the fuck of your life tonight-”

“Wooyoung!”

“Y/N!”

“Just drop it.”

“No! Do you actually miss Mingyu? Or dating? Do you want a boyfriend? Is that it?”

“No,” You groaned, hitting your forehead against the table.

“So?”

“Just- I need alcohol if we´re going to talk about this.”

“Ok, let´s go to-”

“Wooyoung, it´s 2 in the afternoon.”

And so, he let it go for the moment, but the next time he saw a single drop of alcohol near you, he sat down next to you and crossed his hands like he meant business, a pointed look on his face.

★

“So?”

“This is literally my first shot.”

“Then take it.”

“Fine,” You begrudgingly complied, and you hadn´t even placed your glass back down before Wooyoung was already pouring you more. Figuring you weren´t going to escape this conversation, you downed your second shot and sighed in defeat.

“Now tell me why you aren´t getting your back blown out at this very moment.”

“It´s really weird talking about sex with you.”

“We talk about sex all the time.”

“Yeah, about other people, not about me, or about you suddenly being willing to fuck me- “

“Not suddenly.”

“Yeah, whatever. Pour me some more.”

“That´s what I like to hear,” He smirked at you, eyes glinting as he filled your glass up.

“Y/N looks miserable,” Mingi suddenly stated, dropping his body next to you on the couch coming from seemingly nowhere.

“Doesn´t she?” Wooyoung agreed, giving you a pointed look as you punched Mingi for the out-of-pocket comment.

“Where did you even come from?” You asked the tall man next to you, excited for a change of topic.

“The kitchen,” He absentmindedly answered you, hand busy filling up the glasses in front of you before handing you one. “Take a shot with me.”

And so you did, hissing at the burning sensation and taking deep breaths to not gag at the taste of tequila.

“OK, why does it look like your house burned down?” The man turned his attention back to you after smashing the empty glass on the little center table in front of you.

Damn it, Mingi.

You didn´t even have the time to begin forming any kind of excuses before Wooyoung answered for you in a heartbeat, “Little Y/N over here is horny.”

“Jung Wooyoung!” You gasped at his choice of words, thorn between hiding behind your hands, punching the man and apologizing to Mingi.

Mingi, in turn, was frozen in shock mid pouring himself another shot. And you meant that the man wasn´t even blinking, mouth open and hands stuck in the air holding the glass bottle which you took from him afraid he would break it.

“See what you´ve done?” You sighed to Wooyoung, elbowing his ribs as you tried waving your hand in front of Mingi´s face for a reaction.

“Wait, what?” Said man came back to life, his voice way higher than what you´re used to.

“You heard it, man. She hasn´t been fucked right in ages-”

“Wooyoung, you know what you said about wanting to keep up with your best friend´s duties?” You asked between gritted teeth, about ready to jump the man and rip all of his hair out. “This is really not it.”

“But you´re hot!” Mingi seemed confused.

“I told her that!” Wooyoung ignored you. “I even told her you´d volunteer to help her out-”

“I so would-”

“Shut the fuck up, you two! Wooyoung, I´m about a second away from blocking you on my phone and never seeing you again,” You were also as close to ripping your own hair out. “Yes I´m horny, the whole world doesn´t need to hear about it.”

Mingi noticed the crazy look behind your eyes and rubbed your back in comfort, he too knew what Wooyoung could do to people when he decided to be annoying.

“It´s ok, love. We´ve all been there,” Mingi assured you and his words did soothe you a bit.

“It´s just – You guys don´t get it. It´s not about just sex. I know I could literally fuck anyone at this party if I wanted to, I´m not dense. I guess I just miss dating but I don´t really want to date anyone at the moment?”

“So like a friends with benefits thing?” Wooyoung pressed.

“No, that´s just fucking with a fancy title. I mean like, I miss being touched and hugged and pampered and – I don´t know.”

“Every time I try to hug you, you freeze and glare at me!” Mingi pouted.

“I´m just not a touchy person!”

“I know! That´s why I´m not understanding what you want.”

“Just forget it-”

“I get it,” Wooyoung interrupted.

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“You want a boyfriend without the obligations and feelings involved with a relationship. I was right, you´re needy.”

“Oh,” Apparently it made sense to Mingi too.

“Ok, and with that, I excuse myself,” You say, already standing up to go find someone else to hang out with because you were definitely not ready for the rest of that conversation.

★

“What are you doing here?” You asked in annoyance after opening the door to your place to a very content looking Wooyoung.

"I came to be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend,” He smiled proudly.

"We're not fucking, Wooyoung,” You managed to sigh and roll your eyes at the same time. "Which is exactly what I told you the other 50 times you suggested it."

"Who said anything about fucking? I'm just here to force the touch-deprivation out of you. Now move, I brought snacks," He said as if he hadn't already pushed you out of the way about midway through his sentence.

You sighed in defeat, accepting your peaceful quiet night was ruined - You hadn't even locked the door yet and Wooyoung was already sprawled on your couch organizing the snacks on your coffee table, making way more noise than necessary.

"At least you brought my favorite," You noticed, arms crossed as you stood up next to the couch.

"These are all your favorites," His eyes were even shining with the amount of pride he had for himself.

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"You called Seonghwa, didn't you?"

"Only about the chips."

"Knew it."

"It's not my fault you literally change your opinions every day."

"Welcome to girlhood."

"Now sit down and I'll put something on Netflix."

"Wooyoung, why-"

"Y/N, listen," It was his turn to sigh. "You helped me through a lot when everything happened with my grandpa and you were always there for me when shit went down, just let me help you this once however I can."

"Ok, got it. Enough with the sentimental talk," You quickly obeyed. You didn't like serious Wooyoung.

"Now, are we feeling Criminal Minds?" He asked once you were sitting next to him, remote in hand.

"Sounds great."

“Perfect,” Wooyoung agreed as he put on the show, quickly standing up to turn off the lights before sitting back down and opening his arms. “Come here.”

“Uh, I would rather not.”

“I don´t care, we´re doing this.”

“I don´t think forcing me to cuddle you will help much-”

“Do you want me to really force you? Because I can,” He raised his eyebrow at you, arms still hanging in the air.

“I´m pretty sure I´m stronger than you-”

“Oh my god, just shut up,” He groaned and rolled his eyes at the same time, bending his body forward so he could grab onto your waist and pull you against his chest.

Ok, yeah. He was definitely stronger than you.

“Can you not make it so difficult?” He asked once he noticed how stiff you were in between his legs. “Stretch your legs, relax.”

You decided against reminding him that he was in fact forcing you to do this and obeyed, he was just trying to help after all and maybe he did have a point: Some human touch might help calm your mind down. Also, the quicker you played along, the sooner it would be over. So, stretching your legs across the couch you did, letting your body relax against Wooyoung´s, who contently wrapped his arms around you as you both turned your attention towards the Tv.

Well, that lasted for about 10 minutes before you started feeling the heat of your friend´s skin radiating and everything started making sense: Being held by someone you loved really was comforting. Huh, who would have guessed?

You generally hated being touched by people but right now you kind of felt like a cat, wanting to rub your head on Wooyoung´s shirt and snuggle into his warmth.

“Can I play with your hair or will you bite my hand of?”

“You can try,” You answered, not wanting to admit he was right all along and that you would very much like more of whatever this was.

You could practically feel the roll of his eyes at your threatening tone as he pulled your head like you were just one big barbie doll, so your right cheek would be rested against his chest, turning your body to the side so now your right shoulder kind of met his chest instead of your back.

“Ouch, you could be gentler,” You complained, rubbing your forehead skin where his palm was planted seconds before.

“When you deserve it,” He grunted, eyes fixed on the Tv.

“That was not very let me help you of you.”

It was easy to tell he bit back his comeback, simply taking a deep calming breath and burying his fingers in the hair behind your neck, gently rubbing the area – Maybe you would purr. Judging you now had the upper hand, you decided to in return wrap your own arms around his wait so you could get comfortable and Wooyoung gave you a cocky victory smile.

Damn it.

The two of you went through the entire episode like that and you were so relaxed that when Wooyoung stood up to open the snacks and grab some wine, you didn´t even complain about how that was a bad idea, sharing some glasses while you watched the second and third episodes and he tossed you around into every cuddling position you never even knew existed, discussing who you though were the killers and all the little gossips of the week.

“You could create like a cuddling Kama Sutra,” You joked, kind of dizzy because of the drink – or because you had an incredibly attractive man holding you for the past 2 hours or so.

“Will you quit complaining about my touchy personality now?” He smiled.

“Nah, this was a one-time thing.”

“Are you at least feeling a bit better?” Wooyoung asked, adjusting himself on the couch to look at you since you were now sitting side to side after the last episode ended.

“Yes, actually.”

It was true, you were no longer feeling like you could rip your entire skin off if you went through another second of someone not touching you.

“I have one last move prepared,” He informed excitedly.

“We´re not fucki-”

“Oh my god, will you quit it with the fucking thing? If you keep bringing It up I might start thinking you´re interested-”

“What was the idea?” You quickly asked, trying to cut the flirting off before it could lead your brain somewhere you spent the entire night not wanting to go.

“Let me give you a massage.”

“Wow, you´re really invested in this helping me thing.”

“Contrary to your big mouth, I am a good friend. Sit down right here,” Wooyoung ordered, opening his legs and pointing to the space on the floor in between his feet. “Tonight I´ll take the neediness out of you the best I can since you refuse to go out and get some dick.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored his remark, sitting down where he showed you and waiting silently as he gently gathered your hair and moved it out of the way. You cursed at how your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips brushed against the side of your neck, your breath suddenly caught in your chest.

You followed the realization that this was probably a horrible idea with another glass of wine, thankful he couldn't feel your heart beating fast.

Wooyoung worked his thumbs in circles, digging them between your scapulae and pressing them up until they reached your shoulders, which he squeezed in the perfect strength to get shivers running up your spine every minute as he repeated the motion over and over.

“How are you so good at this?” You whined, hating how your body was reaction to the touches.

“There´s really nothing I´m not good at.”

“Humbleness,” You offered.

“That was a cliché answer, you can do better than that.”

“I don´t care, just please never stop.”

“I get that a lot.”

“Do you really need to make everything sexual?”

“I´ve always been that way, it´s not my fault that now that you´re horny it´s bothering you.”

You hated when he put it like that, because yes.

And maybe the way he sometimes would squeeze your neck during the massage or just the fact that he was touching you, were getting you feeling some type of way you would rather he did not notice.

“If you were a girl, you´d understand,” You groaned. “Ovulation sucks.”

“You actually just gave yourself the perfect solution, why don´t you fuck a girl?”

´Cause what I really want is fucking you.

Oh, wow.

Where did that come from?

“Speaking of which, do you even know how to?” You ask, admittedly kind of shy of asking such question.

“Know how to what?”

“Like, have- you like- With women?” You try, motioning widely towards the couch with your hands as if it would help you get your point across so you wouldn´t have to say the words.

Wooyoung seemed to get it though, hands suddenly stopping on your back so you would look at him, “Y/N, you do know I have fucked women, right?”

“How would I? You never told me!” You whine.

“I thought it would be disrespectful?”

“But when you told me how much you loved choking on San´s dick it wasn´t?”

“Well, no-”

“Or when you literally shared about how you thought about your fingers inside of me?”

“You asked for it!”

“I don´t believe you,” You narrowed your eyes towards him. “There´s no way I wouldn´t have known.”

“Do you want like a list or something?”

“What? No! That would be disrespectful.”

“See?”

“Ok, no, wait. Just tell me this: Lauren?”

“Yes.”

“Wooyoung, nooooo!” You whined.

“What? She´s hot!” He was exasperated.

“Oh my god, everything makes so much sense now.”

“Wait, did you really think I was gay? We´ve know each other for years! I talk about women all the time!”

“Yeah, but I thought you talked about women like Kevin talks about Beyoncé! Like in a slayy pussy queennn way, not in a I´d want to fuck her way.”

“Would you like me to go around harassing women?”

“No, listen: I didn´t think you were gay, I just kind of never thought about it?”

"You though I was just joking around with you the other day and you still got all hot and bothered?" Would he quit teasing you? "Kinky."

“I thought you were playing and I didn't get any way!"

“Whatever you say, princess - Wait, why did you think Ali was always hanging around my neck all these months?”

“I just thought she was kind of crazy – Wait, did you fuck her that good? She wouldn´t leave us alone for a second, it was driving me insane."

“I just told you there´s nothing I´m not good at,” He winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.

You wanted to die.

“Wooyoung,” You warned.

“Awn, am I getting to you?” His tone was so sarcastic and condescending that a fire burned inside of you that you were afraid was never going out.

“It´s the wine,” You assured, more yourself than him.

“It´s always something.”

“See? That´s why I told you I didn´t want to be alone with you.”

“Afraid you´ll jump me?” He mocked. “I´m not scared.”

"Just shut up. If whatever you're saying is true, I just want you to know you have the worst taste in women ever."

"Well, considering I would love to taste you more than I would anyone else, I agree," He played with your words.

“Go wash the glasses,” You ordered, the skin under your cheeks burning.

“Yes, ma’am,” He answered with a laugh, immediately standing up and following along.

When you were alone in the living room, your face fell between your hands in despair.

You fucking hated Jung Wooyoung and his fucking giant noise.

★

Stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung.

Fucking hell.

Cursed be the day that man was born and cursed be the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and everyone in the world for all you cared.

Your entire body was filled with rage as you opened the stupid coffee maker to pour the water into the compartment – which you had of course forgotten to fill 10 minutes earlier and almost burnt the whole office down. How would you explain to your boss that you started a fire because your brain was simply too busy flashing images of you sitting on your stupid annoying best friend´s face for the past 4 hours?

It has been 2 days since the day at your place, 2 nights since you've gotten a decent night of sleep. "Why is that?" One would ask. Well, the answer would be that your useless brain decided to sabotage you, having you dream about your best friend over and over again – Which wouldn't be so bad if 90% of the dreams didn't consist of you ridding said best friend's face, waking up sweating and wanting to scream.

At this point you just wanted to break Wooyoung's nose with a punch, so you'd never have to think about it again. After almost ripping your hair out in front of your computer, you decided on texting Hoshi for Mingyu's number - That's how desperate you were to get stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung out of your head. At least your friend assured that your ex was indeed single now and still didn't hate you, which was enough for you.

Not really knowing how to tell your ex-boyfriend, after so much time has passed, that you just wanted him to throw you around, things weren't going as fast as planned and you couldn't keep avoiding Wooyoung forever – One, because he has no sense of boundaries and would just show up at your place if you ignored him and two, you really didn't want to have the conversation that would go down when he found out why you weren't around.

It'd been over a week since you last saw Wooyoung in person, you were still in the talking stages with Mingyu, dreaming about your friend every fucking night and staring at his picture on the chatting app for hours while wanting to die. Now, you kind of genuinely didn't care anymore, Mingi and Wooyoung were right, maybe this was just about getting some dick – and you would find out if one could die of horniness if you didn't get some soon.

It was Saturday night, Hongjoong decided to throw a small party at his place to celebrate his birthday and you figured alcohol was a good solution since stabbing a knife into your brain wasn't an option. You even invited Mingyu, hoping in person and after a few drinks you'd figure how to ask him to bend you over – The man said he would be pretty late because of previous scheduled commitments but that he would go. Your ex was an incredibly attractive man who knew his way around a lady, maybe you would see all your problems flying away after tonight.

Except that after your first cup and some chatting with Mingi and Seonghwa on Hongjoong's couch, Wooyoung decided to arrive.

You took one (1) - ONE, UNO - look at the man and grabbed your phone, shooting Mingyu a text: don´t come, party´s canceled.

“Bro, your hair looks sick!” Mingi shouted before your brain could even begin to process what you were seeing.

You were the one actually about to be sick.

“Decided to try something new,” Wooyoung smirked, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.

You simply stared at him dumbfounded, glad he was too busy stealing the drink from your hands to notice your mouth wide open.

Jung Wooyoung just showed up to the party with the bottom part and the front strands of his hair dyed blonde and you weren´t sure what kind of look that even was but you felt like it genuinely changed your whole life. You were pretty sure you got goosebumps when you first looked at him, lucky you were sitting down with the way your legs got weak.

“What do you think about it?” He asked you after he was content with finishing what was left in your cup.

“I hate it.”

Well, you weren´t lying. Your nails were literally digging into the palm of your hands to try and get your head back in place - The new look made his skin look tanner, the mole under his eye darker, the shape of his nose -

The way he pushed his hair back, blonde strands surrounding his face -

No, nop.

No.

“Since I know you´re joking, I´m gonna go say hi to Hongjoong and grab us more drinks so we can get this party started.”

You let him go with absolutely no fight, eyes wide and glued to his form until he was out of your sight as Seonghwa led him to where the birthday boy was supposed to be.

“Are you ok?” Mingi asked, noticing the crazy look on your face.

“I need Wooyoung to fuck me.”

Your brain definitely was short-circuiting.

“Oh. Wow. Ok.”

“I´m being serious. And I´m not happy about it.”

“Hasn´t he been offering for like weeks now?”

“Yeah.”

“So just go and tell him.”

“That´s not how it works.”

“Oh my god, why do you have to be so complicated?”

“I need him to offer again so I can say no, then when he insists, I will give in and pretend I´m kind of thorn about it.”

“And why is that?”

“So he doesn´t know he won! And I don´t like being vulnerable or whatever.”

“I know we said you need some dick, but maybe you just need some therapy.”

“Yeah, that too, but what I really need right now is your help.”

“Sure,” Mingi shrugged. That´s what you liked about him, things were simple with him.

“I need him to think I´m horny.”

“You are horny.”

“Yeah, but I need him to see it so he will joke about helping me out again.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Well, I could stand here with a bitch face all night, but it´s Joong´s birthday so I don´t really want to be like that. I don´t really have any other ideas-”

“Touch me.”

“What?”

“Like, be touchy with me.”

“Oh, that could work.”

“That will definitely work.”

“You´re good,” You complimented.

“You should come to me for help more often.”

“Don´t push it.”

“Fine.”

“You´re invested, huh?”

“Move closer,” He ordered and you obeyed, sitting sideways on the couch so you were turned towards him, left knee touching his thigh. “Lean forward and put your hand on my thigh.”

Despite your body´s discontent, you did as told.

“And don´t flinch when I touch you,” He warned.

“I feel like a spy,” You joked.

“All this because you can´t tell a guy you want to fuck,” He rolled his eyes.

“C´mon, pretend you´re not enjoying this, I dare you.”

“Touché.”

When your friends came back with more people tagging along, the first thing you noticed was the way Wooyoung´s gaze traveled immediately to your hand on Mingi´s thighs.

Ok, yeah, this could definitely work.

“Here, princess,” He handed you your drink, which you grabbed with your free hand.

“Thanks Wooyo,” You smiled at the man before turning your attention back to Mingi, not missing the way your friend squeezed his eyes at you.

Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t say anything about it, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch as a circle naturally formed in the living room so everyone could play something, and the first choice was the 007 game. You went along with the plan, hitting Mingi´s thigh instead of your own, touching his arm when you had to laugh, not going stiff when his hand met the skin almost at the hem of your skirt.

You know what? Mingi was actually really hot too, if this night didn´t end how you expected it to, you were so horny you were just about considering asking him to fuck you.

Whenever you looked in Wooyoung´s direction, you could practically see the engines turning in his head. It was just a matter of time now and you were already feeling shaky with excitement, which you weren´t exactly thrilled about – But then you looked at him again with that stupid hair and that stupid nose and that stupid half-unbuttoned shirt and decided that to hell with your morals and ethics.

Mingi apparently decided his role in the ploy wasn´t enough for him, since after an hour or so passed by and people started standing up to go after more drinks or socialize with other people, he waited for Wooyoung to approach before asking loud and clear, “So, any luck with the getting some dick thing?”

You were not exactly a good actress but you did know how to flirt, so not really knowing how else to react to the sudden improvisation, you smiled at him, “Why? Know someone interested?”

“Yeah, nice to meet you. I´m Song Mingi,” He half-joked, hand still heavy on your thigh. “Oh, Wooyoung. You´re here, didn´t see you there.”

He was good, you had to give him that.

“I can see why,” Wooyoung answered, eyes pointing at the contact between you two.

“Jealous?” Mingi asked his friend, his tone was humorous, but you could see the challenge in his eyes. Even though he was just playing, he couldn´t help being an egotistical Leo.

“I wouldn´t say jealous is the right word.”

“Did you know Y/N invited Mingyu over?” Mingi laughed.

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dancing with amusement.

“I already uninvited him, asshole.”

“Is that why you´re all touchy today?” Mingi asked. Ok, you would have to buy him some ice cream after the phenomenal performance he was delivering. “Thought you would convince her to fuck someone, Woo.”

“Believe me, I tried,” He shrugged.

“Can we quit talking about me like I´m not here? Also, I´m not an animal in heat, stop being weird.”

Well, weren´t you?

Really?

“You sure seem like it,” Wooyoung completed.

“You look hornier than me, Wooyoung.”

“I´m not denying it,” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh shit, I forgot my phone with Yunho,” Mingi cursed, suddenly petting his pockets. He was so convincing you almost forgot he was helping you out. “Shit, shit, shit. I´ll be back later.”

With that he stood up and quickly marched out of the living room, Wooyoung lazily taking his place next to you on the couch.

“Were you really about to let Mingi fuck you?”

“Maybe?” You answer, and well, that wasn´t a lie either.

“Ouch, that kind of hurts my ego.”

“Mingi and I are just friends, now you and I are best friends. There´s a huge difference there.”

“So, you´re saying you´d fuck me if we weren´t best friends?” He joked. “Wow, thank you. I´m shy now. No need for all these compliments.”

You rolled your eyes, not sure what to say that would lead you towards what you wanted, choosing to just be normal and hope the night would eventually get you there.

“Why did you cancel on Mingyu?”

“Didn´t think he would throw me around today.”

“Someone´s getting bold.”

“Shut up.”

“I actually like frustrated Y/N, it´s hot.”

“Then stop bothering me to fuck someone and let me be frustrated in peace.”

“Well, that seems nice but I´m sure you´d look much hotter getting the frustration out.”

“Are we back to the “you imagining someone fucking me” thing?”

“I could correct you once again saying that I´m not imagining someone else, but since you´ve made it pretty clear that you´re not interested, I´m not going to.”

That was it, that was your moment.

“And what if I tell you maybe I am?”

He stopped to give you a knowing cocky smirk that made you immediately regret raising the white flag, “I know.”

“What? Ho- No -”

“Y/N, you wouldn´t stop staring at me like you wanted me to destroy you in front of everyone while Mingi literally had his hand on you.”

“That´s not -”

“Do I have to pretend I think you were squirming because of him and not me? I can play dumb if you´d like. I can even go call him back if you tell me you weren´t wishing it was my hand almost getting under your skirt instead of his. So, are you going to give in now or are we going to keep playing this game?”

“Wooyoung-”

“We´re best friends, I know. But I don´t see how you avoiding me because you get wet every time I´m around is doing our friendship any favors either.”

Ok, he did make a pretty good case even though you were already convinced like an hour ago.

“You´re right.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s.”

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded – also not liking how the tables have turned one bit. Wooyoung in turn laughed and sent you another playful wink, “Trust me, you won´t want anyone around.”

“It took a lot from me to come to terms with this, so we´re either doing it tonight or we´re not doing it.”

“Oh, princess,” He gave you a condescending look that got you wanting to rip his hair out. “I find that hard to believe, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Wooyoung-”

“Y/n,” His voice was calm, hand finding its place on your thigh where Mingi´s was earlier, except this time the touch burned and got you fighting for your life not to squirm. “I said I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s, not that I´m not fucking you.”

“Then let´s go.”

“Now, that would be rude, wouldn´t it?”

“Why are being like this?” You whined, about a second away from actually hitting the cockiness out of him.

“You have this needy look in your eyes, like you´re ready to drop down and beg at any moment,” He smiled, his free hand gently tucking your hair behind your ear like he wasn´t talking about you on your knees. “It´s cute.”

“You know what will be cute? When I ask Mingi to fuck me instead.”

“If you can go to Hongjoong, in front of everyone, and tell him that we need to leave his birthday party right now because you can´t wait for me to fuck you, I´m good to go.”

“Have you always been this annoying?”

“Only when I know you´ll like it.”

“You know you were the one asking to fuck me for weeks, right?”

“I know.”

“You just know everything, don´t you?”

“See? You´re hot when you´re frustrated.”

“You think I´m sexually frustrated but now I´m actually just mad at you.” He simply smiled at you in return, and you rolled your eyes once you realized where you had dug your grave, “I forgot you have a degradation kink or whatever. Can´t even be angry at you in peace anymore.”

“If you´re really mad at me, we should fix that. I wouldn´t want my best friend to be angry at me.”

“I don´t think it´s possible to fix it considering being annoying it´s like your whole personality. Point proven.”

“Come say that closer,” He winked playfully, and you seriously would cringe at the number of times that man has winked at you if he wasn´t Wooyoung.

Ok, coming completely clean: You were also kind of annoyed at the way you were definitely getting wet at the banter between the two of you, like teasing each other wasn´t what your whole friendship has been about for years.

It also helped that Wooyoung´s hand was still on your thigh, veins sticking out and fingers filled with rings that you just couldn´t stop picturing against the skin on your neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It took a second to decide if you would actually listen to that one braincell fighting for its life inside your head or not, but in the end, you decided against it, quickly standing up so you could sit on Wooyoung´s lap and take him by surprise as you straddled his thighs, one of your knees on each side of legs.

Yeah, there was definitely something pulsing in between your legs. Fucking hell.

You moved too quicky for Wooyoung to process what was going on, so it really was amusing the way he violently jerked once you moved your head closer, lips almost brushing his ears as you whispered, “What do you want me to say?”

For a second you had almost forgotten it was Jung Wooyoung under you, but he was fast to remind you as one of his hands found its place on the side of your thigh and the other grabbed onto your waist, where his thumb brushed gentle circles against your exposed skin. He took advantage of the fact you were already bent down to say against your ear this time, “You never told me.”

“What?” You asked, creating some distance between you so you could look at the smirk on his face and because you didn´t quite like the way you got weak when you felt his breath against your skin so closely.

“The other day, we made a deal. You said you would tell me what you imagined me doing to you if I told you first, but you ran away after I completed my part. You owe me.”

Under regular circumstances you would have stood up and left right then and there, but the way his palms met the front part of your thighs and started rubbing them up and down, a bit higher each time, got you wanting to play his game to see where it would end.

“You´re right. That day was the first time I ever thought about you sexually, and you know what triggered it?”

“What?” He smiled at the way goosebumps erupted all over your skin under his touches.

“Your nose.”

“So you like my nose?”

“And your lips, but mostly your nose.”

"And what about my lips and nose?"

"Was just thinking about how good they'd feel under me," You look into his eyes, centimeters away from yours, thankful that Hongjoong had deemed the lights at some point of the night and now Wooyoung's face was illuminated only by a pink hue, coming from a fake sunset light your friend had bought on AliExpress.

"That's good, ‘cause I've never wanted someone to sit on my face so bad before."

“Careful,” You warned, inching your face closer to his, toying with the buttons on his shirt as your lips were almost brushing. “We still need to go back to being friends after we fuck and get this off our systems.”

"I’m sure we can manage," He smiled, inching closer himself so now your lips were indeed touching as he continued speaking. "I'm a good friend after all."

"Kiss me then, I dare you," You breathed out, shooting your last shot.

He laughed at that, "You know I never back down from a challenge."

But well, it worked.

Wooyoung made his words true, grabbing onto your waist with a firmness that you didn't know he had to pull you closer. With your chests now glued, his lips finally pressed against yours and you hated yourself for not being disappointed. You so wanted the man to be all bark and no bite, but the moment his tongue met yours you understood why that girl wouldn't leave him alone. You had indeed kissed many people before, but it had never felt like this - and also, you were right, his plush lips were definitely something to obsess over.

What didn't surprise you at all, was that like in everything else, Wooyoung was a tease. In some moments when you would deepen the kiss, he would pull back a bit and bite on your bottom lip just to laugh when you groaned in annoyance. When he felt you were getting frustrated at his little games, he would grab onto your hips and grind them against his – which well, definitely got your mind to stop thinking about how insufferable he was. Good thing you knew how to play too, hands finding the roots of his hair to pull harshly on it, almost passing out at the whine he let out.

"I love that you're wearing a skirt," He groaned out.

"Why is that?" You were so breathless you almost got embarrassed.

"I can feel how wet you are."

Fuck.

"You must be imagining things."

"Oh, am I?" The cunning smile he gave you along with those words should have prepared you.

It really shouldn't have surprised you when one of his hands left your ass and snaked its way in between your bodies. You leaned back a little to try and understand what was happening, giving Wooyoung all the access he needed to get his hand under your skirt and press the pad of his middle finger right on your clit over your panties.

"Told ya," He smirked in content at the way you gasped involuntarily.

"Wooyoung-"

"What? Weren't you the one who couldn't wait?" He teased, rubbing slow circles with his finger. "If you're already soaked like this, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I just pushed your panties to the side-"

"No-" You whined, thorn between just letting him do whatever he wanted or stopping him - since you were very much in the middle of your friend's living room and there were people around.

"Getting shy now?"

“Wooyoung.”

“That´s my name,” You could see in his eyes how much fun he was having teasing you.

“You want me to stop teasing or stop touching you?” He mocked with a smile on his face, finger still working on you as you fought with all your life to not squirm on his lap.

“You know what? If you want everyone to see, I can put on a show,” You sighed, accepting defeat.

You expected Wooyoung to smirk once again but was instead surprised when he stopped and retreated his hand, adjusting your skirt back in place. Your heart dropped at the sight, searching for answers in his eyes, but they were busy looking somewhere else: Mingi had gotten back. You could see the way the tall man was frozen at the entrance, eyes wide and hand once again stuck in the air – this time holding his phone proudly.

You sent a glare at the intruder (as if there were not at least 10 other people in the room). The moment Mingi´s eyes caught yours, he jumped as if he had just woken up from a nap and he tried mouthing something like “sorry” and “oh shit” so you just rolled your eyes and motioned with your hand for him to move along, preferably far away. He seemed to get the message, almost tripping with how fast he spun on his heels and left.

“What? Weren´t you the one who wanted everyone to know?” You asked Wooyoung, tone pointy as you climbed off his lap. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. THIS WAS JUNG WOOYOUNG.

YOUR BEST FRIEND JUNG WOOYOUNG.

THE GUY WHO MADE YOU DRESS LIKE A CHEERLEADER TO GO TO HIS COLLEGE SOCCER GAMES AND CHEER FOR HIM, THE GUY WHO BURPED AND LAUGHED AT HIS OWN DISGUSTINESS, THE GUY WHO DID A CRISTIANO RONALDO IMPRESSION EVERYTIME HE WON SOMETHING, THE GUY YOU HAD TO ONCE RESCUE FROM A PIG FARM AFTER DRINKING WAY TOO MUCH!

“Yeah, but I guess my protective best friend side spoke louder,” He sighed too, fixing his pants. “Don´t be mad.”

“I´m not mad.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Yes, I´m mad. Ok? Cause now the magic is over or whatever and I realized you´re my best friend and we can´t fuck.”

He turned around on the couch to be able to look into your eyes, his searching. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he simply closed his eyes, sighed once again and stood up, offering his hand, “C´mon. Let me take you home.”

★

“So, Mingyu huh?” Wooyoung asked, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear.

“Don´t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Ask about another man and pretend everything´s normal.”

“Well, I guessed that now that we can´t fuck we can go back to being normal best friends.”

You locked your jaw and crossed your arms. You were angry and you didn´t even know what for – But you expected Wooyoung to fix it, nonetheless.

“Use your words.”

“No.”

“Ok, then. Silent ride it is.”

You huffed; aware you were acting like a spoiled child, but you were just angry at the mess inside your head and that your friend was not able to read your mind and untangle everything so it made sense. Maybe you really were just spoiled and angry you didn´t get what you wanted when you wanted.

“Oh. I get it now.”

“What?” Wooyoung asked, eyes moving from the road for a second to look at you.

“When you call me a brat. I get it now.”

“I was searching my brain for plausible reasons for you to be all sulky, for you to admit you were mad just because I didn´t fuck you at the party?”

“Yeah? Not just that, but you know I don´t like when things don´t go my way, I just wanted everything to happen fast so I wouldn´t have time to think about it but then when I thought about it, I felt bad because I still wanted it to happen but I know it shouldn´t.”

“Y/N, it´s sex.”

“Don´t make me sound stupid.”

“I´m not, you´re just really overthinking this.”

“Yeah, that´s the whole point. And it´s all your fault, so you see why I´m mad now?”

“Yes. I´m the worst.”

“You are.”��

“Not when I fuck you, thought.”

“The moment has passed, Wooyoung. The train has left the station. Deal with it.”

“If you say so. Are you opening the garage, or should I park outside?”

“I didn´t bring the tag – Wait, are you going up?”

“Street it is then.”

“Answer me, stupid.”

“Yes, I´m going up.”

“What for?”

“You said it yourself, if we´re best friends and nothing more is ever happening, there should be no problem with me sleeping over, right? We´ve done it thousands of times.”

“Yeah,” You squeezed your eyes at him. You knew what game he was playing, trying to prove you wrong – But you were also convinced you were more stubborn than him and that you would instead prove him wrong.

“Slumber party, fun!” He exclaimed, taking the key out and tapping your thigh before leaving his car.

★

“Since this was kind of last minute,” You heard Wooyoung´s voice approaching your room, “I didn´t really bring any clothes.”

And there he was, next to your bed in nothing but a towel around his hips, long messy hair slightly dripping down his torso and toothbrush in his mouth, looking all casual like you both knew he wasn´t doing this on purpose.

The fact that it was working only made you even more annoyed.

“You know where the drawer with your stuff is,” You groaned, pretending to look at your nails.

He looked way too smug as he turned to your closet, opening said drawer to pull out some sweatpants. You kind of expected (or is it hoped the right word?) that he would just unknot the towel and expose himself to try and seduce you, but he behaved and simply pulled the pants under the fabric before unwrapping it.

“Have you not heard about underwear?”

“Have you not heard that it´s healthier to sleep without it? You should hang out with me more, I can teach you a lot.”

“Yeah, I already see you enough, thanks.”

“Come dry my hair.”

“I think you´re perfectly capable of doing that yourself.”

“Yeah, but I like when you do it.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned, pushing the blanket out of you, “Fine.”

Wooyoung walked to the bathroom in front of you, surely having planned the way his back and arms looked from behind. You had seen him without a shirt hundreds of times already, why did you feel like you wanted to jump him now?!!?!?!? You figured you were over it after coming back to your senses but oh boy, were you wrong.

“Has San been dragging you to the gym?” You asked as he bent over to get the hair dryer from the bottom drawer. You figured making small talk and acting normally would keep your brain busy.

“Yeah. And you would know that if you opened the hundreds of snaps I send you every day.”

“I´m not 14, Wooyoung. Snapchat died in 2015, sorry to inform you,” You joked as you plugged the dryer he handed you. “Give me the towel.”

He did as told, sitting down on your toilet as you started drying the water excess from his hair. Doing your best so no part of your arm or leg would accidentally touch his skin since you could feel the heat emanating from it.

That was no way of living.

Once the towel was completely damp, you tossed it on the floor and grabbed a brush, ignoring how he closed his eyes in appreciation at the touch. You fucking hated him and the way your heart was beating fast for absolutely no reason.

Now untangled, you reached over to get the hair dryer once again but were stopped with a soft touch to the side of your leg.

You looked down at the man expecting an answer and he simply gave you a lazy smile, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs, “Come here. Let me look at you while you do it.”

Well, you let him pull you along because there was nothing really sexual about it, Wooyoung was just a touchy person and he looked like he was about to fall asleep anyways.

You turned on the dryer and used your fingers to move his hair around so the heat would get to his roots, feeling the skin of your face heat up at the way he hummed in content. Wooyoung had a lot of hair, and not just that, but he had a lot of thick hair, so you were already aware you would spend a long time in there, appreciating the silence and the fact he was pretty much out of it so you could let your guard down.

WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY you jumped in surprise when both of his hands found their way to the side of your thighs, just very softly rubbing them up and down as you dried his strands, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the delicate touch.

Once again, just sleepy touchy Wooyoung.

Nothing new, nothing to fuss over.

Except YOU WERE FUSSING OVER IT BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU FELT A PULSE WHERE YOU DIDN´T WANT TO FEEL A PULSE.

This whole situation was just so domestic and nice that it scratched a very specific part of your brain that got you wanting to live in that moment forever – except maybe not with your best FRIEND.

“I like when you touch me,” His raw voice came out softly. “You don´t do it a lot, so I have to enjoy every chance I get.”

You didn´t have an answer to that, the only thing you could think to say was “stop” but how could he stop when he wasn´t even doing anything to begin with? This time it was not his fault that your mind was in the gutter.

“You have enough people touching you already,” You managed to string a few words.

“Yeah, but it feels nicer when it´s you,” He opened his eyes, you could see the sincerity in them and you felt bad that you kind of just wanted to punch him and run away.

You were also surprised by the sudden unexpected eye contact, which explains why you accidentally pulled one of his strands a bit harshly. WHAT WASN´T EXPLAINED THOUGH, WAS THE LOW MOAN HE LET OUT AND THE WAY HIS EYES CLOSED AS HIS MOUTH PARTED. OR THE WAY YOURS HUNG OPEN TOO AT THE SOUND OR THE WAY YOU COULDN´T STOP STARING AT THE STUPID MOLE ON HIS LIP.

It was a moment of insanity, a few seconds when your soul was out of your body; when you tentatively pulled on his hair again, feeling his nails digging into the skin of your thighs and his breathing getting heavier, yours matching.

“If you really don´t want us to fuck then you´re just being cruel right now,” He breathed out, eyes still closed as his forehead met your abdomen.

“I don´t?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. I don´t. I think your hair is dry.”

“It´s definitely not,” He argued, raising his head once again. “C´mon, finish it. No funny business, I promise.”

You wanted to tell him it´s not him you were worried about, it’s the way your own body was betraying you that bothered you, but you took a deep breath and continued with the work, doing your best to ignore his eyes on you or how his hands were once again toying with your thighs or how his thighs were touching your legs or how he was centimeters away from you.

Yeah, a lot of things to ignore.

Was your bathroom always this small?

“You smell nice.”

“I shower once in a while,” You agreed. “And you said no funny business.”

“I´m complimenting you, how is that sexual?”

“It´s not,” You agreed.

He smirked at you because he too was well aware of the tension, if the way his sweatpants were suddenly tight were anything to go by. Thankfully he didn´t answer because you don´t think you could continue to ignore it if he mentioned he was getting hard just by you drying his hair.

Eventually, after what felt like days, you finally turned off the dryer and prayed he would agree to your suggestion, “You´re done. Wanna sleep?”

“Nop, this is a slumber party.”

“What? You want to have a pillow fight now or do facemasks and gossip?” You rolled your eyes.

“Although the first option sounds fun, I was thinking we can watch something until we fall asleep.”

Watch something.

Until you fell asleep.

In your bed.

Sure, what could go wrong?

“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asked amusedly.

“Building a barrier between our sides of the bed.”

He laughed loudly at that, crawling into the bed too and taking the pillows from where you were organizing them, “Wooyoung!”

“Shut up, you enjoyed cuddling once and you will enjoy it again.”

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Afraid you won´t be able to resist me? I thought we were just friends,” He teased.

“Very funny-“

“Because if you´re interested we can just skip the foreplay and go straight to –“

“What do you want to watch?”

You ignored his low chuckle, giving up on fighting for the pillows and getting comfortable on your bed so you could turn on the TV.

“Community?”

“Great,” You agreed between gritted teeth, opening the Netflix app and putting on the show from where you two had stopped it as Wooyoung fluffed the pillows behind his back next to you.

This time he didn´t even ask before pulling you in between his legs, your back against his chest. You didn´t even fight it because honestly, what for? You simply groaned as you felt him searching for the light switch on the wall over your bed.

“Don´t pretend you don´t enjoy it, I´ve got you all figured out now.”

“Yeah yeah, believe what you want to.”

“Shut up, I´m trying to watch the show.”

You huffed, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms all at the same time. You knew it wasn´t at him you were annoyed – although he was sure making a great job at feeding into it.

You also immediately regretted wearing shorts as the palms of his hands splayed over your thighs.

“It´s too hot,” You complained, hoping he would let you go.

Wooyoung simply stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the AC remote, turning it on before tossing it away and returning his palm to your thigh. His silence told you he was focused on the show and you truly wish you could say the same about yourself, but instead, your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you like it was a car wreck, not being able to look away no matter how much your brain ordered you to. Your knees were bent, your thighs almost touching your chest, so his hands were just right there in your line of sight, all veiny and calloused.

The harder you tried to stir your mind away and pay attention to the TV, the more your brain looked like a Wattpad fanfic written by a 40-year-old who just got divorced and discovered sex wasn't just missionary. The conversation you had with Wooyoung about how the girls he fucked became literally obsessed with him kept flashing into your head and you were legitimately about to bite onto your fist and scream for 7 whole minutes.

Your mental breakdown however was interrupted by the man behind you, who with no words started tracing his fingers – seemingly – unpresumptuously over your skin. You ignored it because you had no energy to fight it and as long as it stayed PG-rated it would be fine.

The soft touches plus the very cold wind from the AC hitting you got goosebumps to erupt up your skin and you just felt how your nipples were suddenly sensitive against the fabric of your shirt and Wooyoung´s hand were just there, mere centimeters away and oh, you so desperately wanted him to touch them. In fact, you wanted it so badly you were fighting for your life to keep the uncomfortable squirming to a minimum.

Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t notice it – deep down you knew he was just pretending not to for your sake, but if he could, so would you.

“Who do you think is hotter, Annie or Britta?” His voice suddenly, almost against your ear, shocked you. “Oh, jumpy, are we?”

“Shut up, I was just startled.”

“So?”

“Britta.”

“Same.”

He went quiet once again, except now, when you thought his mind was once again focused on the show, his hands started getting braver. They escalated from just his fingers drawing shapes on the patch above your knees to suddenly coming down to the sensitive skin between your thighs. You jerked involuntarily even though he only traced his fingers about halfway down your legs. Wooyoung once again pretended to not notice your reaction and you pretended to not notice he was touching you.

His fingers gently brushing the sides of your thighs all the way to your knees before you could feel the tip of his middle finger slowly grazing your skin down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower each time he came down. At this point your heart was beating so fast it was almost coming out of your throat, your breathing labored and sweat building up on your forehead even though the room was freezing cold.

“She´s kind of annoying, though.”

“Who?” You breathed out, honestly not even knowing your name anymore.

“Britta.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Silence once again.

Attention back to the show.

You had to control your whine of disappointment when he retreated his hands.

Ok, you took the chance to breathe, count to 10 and give yourself a pep talk. You could do this. You would not fuck your best friend. If not because of your morals and because of your friendship, because fucking him would mean he won, and you would never give Wooyoung the satisfaction.

Ok, you could do this.

You could definitely do this.

Wooyoung gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your right shoulder, the familiar goosebumps showing up once again at the way the tip of his fingers brushed against the skin of your neck.

Yeah, you could not do this.

The sound that came out of your mouth when his wet lips met the juncture between your neck and shoulder could only be described as a pinscher finding out it could bark. You were in fact shaking as much as those annoying tiny dogs are known for.

You froze, not being able to react when you felt him sucking on your skin or when his tongue tried to soothe the pain his teeth left behind. Your core was clenching so hard it hurt.

“Wooyoung,” Your voice came out as half plead half warning.

“Hm?” He hummed against a different spot on your neck, and it made it a thousand times worse.

“We shouldn´t-”

“Just tell me to stop and I will.”

Except you couldn´t. Not when he found your sweet spot and grazed his teeth against it before gently sucking on it. This time you allowed yourself to squirm and you felt it at the same time you heard it; Wooyoung groaned as you accidentally pressed against him and figured out you were not the only one going insane. His dick was hard and now very much pulsing against your ass and lower back.

Both of you realized you never told him to stop and you were fighting so hard to gain control of your body back as he kissed the vein on your neck - but it was all lost when his hands snaked around your torso and grabbed your boobs. You whimpered, shamefully, squeezing your legs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing.

His kisses grew harsher, as he sucked one spot hard enough to leave a mark, the pad of his middle fingers toyed with your nipples and you simply couldn't pretend you didn´t want this to happen anymore, not with the way you could literally start dripping onto your bed any moment now.

A gasp left your lips when his right hand grabbed onto your thigh and pulled your legs open. You felt his dick twitching when he saw the wet patch in the middle of your shorts.

“Oh, princess,” He sighed, pressing against the stain in pure admiration.

“Wooyoung-”

“Tell me to stop.”

He gave you no time to consider his words, pulling the bottom of your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his middle finger down your slit to wet it. You carved your nails onto his thighs in return, doing your best to stay grounded. It didn´t even take a minute for you to understand why the prior girls who slept with Wooyoung became obsessed with him, you weren´t really doing anything yet and the second the pad of his finger found your clit while his other hand gently pressed down onto your lower stomach everything became even clearer. You threw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he rubbed figure eights against your clit.

Yeah, you agreed to pretend nothing happened starting tomorrow, but you figured you would never be able to forget the sound of your best friend´s deep moan against your ear when he felt you around his finger for the first time.

“Glad to see I´m not the only one going crazy,” He groaned against your ear - and when did his voice get so raspy?

You whined once again, not really knowing what else to do when you were practically on the edge from a minute or two of stimulation.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Wooyoung-”

“I love when you say my name.”

Were you about to cry?

At this point, you just wanted him to ignore you and throw you around and do whatever he wanted, but you knew he wouldn´t until you said so, and you were definitely not doing that. Although with every second that passed with his finger on you, that definitely was turning more into a probably.

“I never told you.”

“Wha- What?”

“From all the ways I imagined this happening, I never told you my favorite.”

“What is it?”

“It´s the one where we´re in a sleepover and you´re so desperate that you can´t even go to the bathroom, so you just very quietly put your hands inside your shorts and touch yourself right next to me thinking that I´m asleep. And I pretend I am, but I can hear the small whimpers you try to hold back, I can feel the slight shake of the bed and I can hear how wet you are so clearly. Sometimes, I even imagine you would decide to use me, not even try to wake me up, just sit on my face and ride it until I pretend to wake up and finally eat you out until you´re crying and shaking.”

When you literally had to hold yourself back from finishing at his words, you grabbed his hand and turned around on your knees, smashing your lips with no fanciness against his. He was quick to grab your ass and direct you to sit on top of his legs, your thighs on either side of his in the familiar position as your tongues met and you pulled the hairs on the back of his neck with all the frustration you had inside you.

“We´re not fucking,” You informed in between labored breaths.

“We don´t have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.”

You never whined so loudly in your life before.

That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched.

The link to Part 2 is at the top! <3

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Xmas in the ER

*Hello there everyone, and merry Christmas to those who celebrate! As promised, here's my latest story. I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I do, and feel free to shoot me a message, comment, or leave me asks if you have any questions! I will also be posting another story sometime on New Year's Eve.*

As the old saying goes, Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. The holiday is a great opportunity to spend time with loved ones, exchange gifts, and make lifelong memories. But for Dr Lindsay, this year’s Christmas was just another Wednesday where she was tasked with holding down the 7pm to 7am overnight shift in our ER. Naturally, Lindsay was bummed out about the idea of having to work on Christmas, but the emergency department is a 24/7 operation! Little did she know, she’d still have a holiday she’d never forget!

That night, the weather was awful. It was dark, freezing cold, and snowing heavily. Visibility was limited, and the roads were covered in a fresh coat of snow and ice. “Jeez… I bet we’ll have a couple of MVCs tonight.” Lindsay thought to herself shortly after she started driving, trying her best to carefully make her way to work through the frozen, wintery landscape. Fortunately for Lindsay, the roads were mostly empty, most people in the area opting to stay indoors. Even though the roads were empty, the conditions were less than ideal, so she felt the best move was to drive slowly.

Despite Lindsay doing everything in her power to arrive safely at the emergency department, fate had other plans for the cute, sporty tomboy doctor! On the highway about 10 minutes or so from her destination, Lindsay’s car slipped on a patch of ice on the road. The car almost immediately lost control, redirecting the doctor’s vehicle towards a cement barrier in the median of the highway. Lindsay’s heart raced as she white-knuckled the steering wheel, frantically attempting to regain control of the errant vehicle. But it all happened so fast! There was only so much Lindsay could do in those few seconds. Lindsay was unable to stop or change the trajectory of her car and slammed head on into the cement median.

CRUNCH! The windshield shattered, glass fragments flying everywhere inside the vehicle acting almost as little bits of shrapnel. Lindsay raised one arm to attempt to cover her face from the glass shards, but a few nicked her face and neck. The steering column was forced inwards, slamming Lindsay in her chest with tremendous force before being blown back a second or so later when the airbag deployed. “AHHH!” Dr Lindsay yelped, feeling something pop inside her chest. Even with the vehicle stopped after the impact, the momentum generated from the accident caused Lindsay to be thrown around a bit. Just like that, the roles were reversed, and now Lindsay found herself in need of assistance in the ER.

Upon arrival at the emergency department, Lindsay was awake, alert, and doing anything and everything she could to fight through the pain. While being wheeled in through the main entryway of the ER, she was laid out on a backboard atop a gurney with a c-collar around her neck. Lindsay was stripped barefoot, down to just her black sports bra and scrub pants. EKG electrodes and wires were stuck onto her torso, while IV lines were set up in each arm. A blood pressure cuff was wrapped around her left bicep, and a pulse oximeter was on her left index finger. The ER doc’s body was in relatively good shape, but she had some cuts and scrapes on her face and neck from the glass shards.

While being wheeled in, Dr Lindsay was experiencing a weird déjà vu of sorts. She’s walked through those same entryway doors more times than she could count, but she never saw the emergency department from that angle. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of being brought in as a patient. Her pretty blue eyes scanned her surroundings, attempting to make sense of the nonsense. “33 year old female, blunt chest trauma, single car MVC. BP 60 over palp, heart rate’s 140 and climbing, pulse ox down to 90. Got IVs going on scene and started fluids, but her vitals aren’t looking too good.” Lindsay heard a female medic rattle off while wheeling the stretcher down the hall towards trauma room one. “Ok, thank you. Let’s get her over to trauma one. I’m gonna start her on the MTP and get a chest x ray.” A familiar voice replied to the medic. “who is that?” Lindsay thought to herself. “Dr Sarah maybe? I know she was supposed to work the day shift today.” Lindsay answered, still thinking to herself.

The gurney was still being wheeled towards the trauma bay. Dr Sarah leaned over, coming into Lindsay’s line of sight and lowered a stethoscope onto her chest. Sarah didn’t look down at Lindsay’s face, so she didn’t immediately realize who her next patient was. “Diminished breath sounds on the left side, we might need a chest tube.” Sarah observed, pulling her stethoscope away after a brief listen. Dr Sarah then looked down at the gurney, her eyes locking with Lindsay’s. Sarah’s eyes could be seen widening behind her glasses, absolutely stunned at what she was looking at. Sarah gasped, unable to get a word out. “Sarah….?” Lindsay whimpered, her voice weak and breathy. “OHMYGOD, Linds?! What happened?” Marveled Dr Sarah, still processing the concept of Dr Lindsay- a friend and coworker, being her next patient. Lindsay’s lip quivered, her eyes started to moisten. “my car… it just slipped… I don’t know what happened…” Lindsay explained to Sarah, her voice wobbly, now on the verge of tears. “It’s ok Linds, it’s gonna be ok! We’re gonna take a good look at you!” Consoled Sarah, gently grabbing Lindsay’s right hand, her voice a bit panicked.

Once in the trauma room, the stretcher was lined up parallel to the table, where Nurses Heather and Nancy waited. “LINDSAY?!” Heather exclaimed the instant she recognized who the patient was. “Hunny?! What happened?!” Nurse Nancy chimed in, equally surprised. Lindsay didn’t answer, but the familiar voices certainly comforted her through the terrifying uncertainty she was experiencing. “Let’s get her on the table on my count! One… Two… THREE!” Sarah barked out. The trio of beautiful ladies picked up the backboard and carefully moved their coworker onto the table while the paramedics took their stretcher back and exited the room. “Ah….” Winced Lindsay, feeling some pain inside her chest while being placed down on the table. Dr Lindsay squinted, the bright, fluorescent overhead light practically blinding her. “BPs 60 over palp and dropping. Hang 4 units of O-neg and prep Lindsay for a chest tube.” Ordered Dr Sarah, her voice urgent. “Linds? I have to put in a left chest tube. You know how bad they hurt, but be strong for me, ok? I promise I’ll be fast.” Dr Sarah kept Lindsay in the loop about her treatment. Lindsay hesitated for a moment, trying to mentally prepare for the pain she was about to endure. But the logical, doctor side of her took over, realizing that the brutal, painful procedure had to be done. Dr Lindsay’s eyes looked up at Sarah, and she nodded. “Go ahead.” Permitted Lindsay, giving Sarah the green light to begin chest tube placement.

Lindsay laid on the table in the supine position, her left arm raised above along her head. The normally calm and collected Dr Lindsay had a nervous expression on her face. The doctor turned patient’s lips were pinched tight, her forehead puckered, her icy blue-grey eyes looking in the direction of her left ribcage where the tube was to be inserted. She watched Dr Sarah insert a needle full of lidocaine to numb the skin. Lindsay felt a quick pinch, but nothing too worrisome. Sarah then sterilized the incision area with an alcohol wipe. “Ok Linds… Here we go…” The cute, nerdy redhead doctor told Lindsay, reaching for a 10 blade scalpel that sat on an equipment tray beside the trauma room table. Sarah took the scalpel and made a 1 inch cut at the intersection of the 4th intercostal space and anterior axillary line. Lindsay could feel the cold, sharp blade’s every move as it effortlessly slashed her skin apart. Lindsay saw stars, her eyes rolling back in pain. After the cut was made, Sarah attached a Kelly clamp to the proximal end of the chest tube, then bluntly inserted it into Lindsay’s chest cavity. “YAHHH!!!!” Yelped Lindsay, her eyes shooting wide open. Dr Sarah continued the procedure, guiding the tube further into Lindsay’s chest cavity into the pleural space. “AHHHH!!!” Lindsay let out a blood curdling scream, in absolute agony, her eyes tearing up, both her hands making tight fists, feeling the plastic tube forcing its way deeper inside her chest. There was a hiss of air once the tube reached the correct location from trapped air vacating Lindsay’s chest cavity. Lindsay gasped loudly and dramatically, then attempted to sit up. “whoawhoawhoa!” Nurse Heather stepped in, gently laying Lindsay back down on the table. “Stay still for us Linds. So far so good hunny.” Nancy chimed in, gently stroking Lindsay’s hair. Sarah lowered her stethoscope onto Lindsay’s chest and had a listen. “Tube’s in.” Sarah nodded.

Although Lindsay’s breathing improved following the chest tube placement, her vital signs continued to drop. Dr Sarah started another round of blood products and upped Lindsay’s meds, but that didn’t seem to be doing the trick. Lindsay began to shiver dramatically. Her long legs trembled and shook, and at the far end of the bed, her toes were scrunched up hard, showing off the white and red candy cane themed nail polish on her toes, along with the thin, wavy, prominent wrinkles that permeated the soles of the big, size 12 feet Lindsay was always so self conscious of. “Mmmmm…” Lindsay moaned. Dr Lindsay began taking rapid, shallow breaths, continuing to moan. “Shhh. It’s ok Linds. Hang in there a little longer for me…” Nurse Nancy’s calm, soothing voice told Lindsay. “I…I…” Lindsay babbled. “You what sweetie?” asked Nancy. “I just… I can’t believe I’m gonna die on Christmas…” Replied Lindsay, an impending sense of doom consuming her. The trio of caretakers in the room stood there frozen for a second, taken aback by Lindsay’s response. Nobody could believe that words like that were coming from Lindsay’s mouth. “You’re not dying hunny! We need you here New Year’s Eve! You know how we get slammed every year!” Nancy tried to encourage, her tone of voice upbeat and positive. “New Year’s Eve? Pshhh…” Lindsay scoffed, continuing to shiver. “I’m gonna be toe tagged and under a sheet in a little while…. Forget New year’s…” continued Lindsay. “No hunny, don’t say that! We’re gonna fix you up!” Nancy reassured, her voice getting a bit wobbly, upset by how Lindsay was talking about her own fate.

Before Lindsay could even answer, she started gasping loudly, taking deep, dramatic gasps. The heart monitors began beeping louder and faster, playing an almost ominous tone. “She’s crashing…” Heather announced. “linds? Stay with us hunny!” Nurse Nancy said to Lindsay, holding her right hand for a second. Again, Lindsay didn’t answer. Her frantic hyperventilating continued, her eyes WIDE open. “We need to intubate. 8.0 ET and a laryngoscope!.” Ordered Sarah, her voice roaring through the room. “Lindsay? I’m gonna intubate you, ok?” Sarah told Lindsay, moving to the head of the bed. Dr Lindsay looked up at Dr Sarah, their eyes locking for a moment. Lindsay looked like she was trying to mouth something, but couldn’t get the words out. “What’s up Linds?” asked Sarah. Lindsay didn’t answer. Her eyes shifted away from Sarah’s. Lindsay’s eyes remained wide open, but became locked at the ceiling. It was like a switch was flipped. Lindsay’s shivering and gasping came to an abrupt stop. The monitors began to alarm at that point. “V-fib! Starting compressions!!!” Nurse Heather shouted out. Heather immediately began chest compressions, pushing down on Lindsay’s chest hard and fast. Nancy swooped in, snipping off Lindsay’s sports bra, exposing her small breasts and hard nipples. At the head of the bed, Sarah got right to it, beginning rapid sequence intubation. The nerdy redheaded doctor carefully navigated the flexible plastic tube into her friend’s airway. Lindsay’s head bobbed and lolled around from the residual force of Heather’s hearty compressions, creating a moving target for Sarah- nothing that Sarah couldn’t handle! The breathing tube was navigated further into Lindsay’s airway, ending up in the correct depth and location in a matter of seconds. “I’m in!” Sarah confidently announced, taping the tube in place.

Post-intubation, the trauma team decided to shock Lindsay. The defibrillator paddles were charged to 200 joules, gelled, and pressed up against Lindsay’s bare, flat chest. “Alright! Everyone…CLEAR!” Sarah shouted, sending the first shock into the patient once everyone backed away. “MMMPH!” Lindsay moaned, as if she felt the shock. The first defibrillation didn’t do the trick, onto the second one! The defibs were recharged to 250 joules, and shock #2 was promptly delivered. “Mmm….” Moaned Lindsay, again, almost as if she knew what was being done to her. Shocks one and two didn’t do the trick, but third time’s the charm, right? The paddles were charged up to 300, and Lindsay was shocked. Her chest shot up and her back arched. She held that position for a second or two before plopping down onto the orange backboard. “Damn it, no change! Shocking again at 360. Everyone… CLEAR!” Barked Dr Sarah. KA-THUNK! Lindsay’s 6’1 frame was tossed around effortlessly by the stronger shock, but like before, v-fib persisted. With the paddles still pressed up against Lindsay’s bare chest, Sarah shocked Dr Lindsay again at 360 joules. At the far end of the table, Lindsay’s feet kicked up, slamming back down hard half a second later, wrinkling the soles of her big feet once again.

Following the fifth shock, the trauma team switched gears, giving CPR and ambu bagging another try. Heather placed the heel of her gloved hand on the middle of Lindsay’s chest and began pumping away hard and fast. Lindsay’s chest caved in, and her toned belly with abs rippled and jiggled out from the sheer force of the chest compressions. Heather felt Lindsay’s ribs break, but nonetheless, she kept up her life saving efforts. At the head of the bed, Nurse Nancy attached the ambu bag to the ET tube, puffing the light blue bag every few seconds or so, sending critically needed oxygen directly into the coding doctor’s lungs. Dr Sarah stood off to the side of the table injecting the first doses of epinephrine and atropine into Lindsay’s IV line in hopes of stimulating positive cardiac activity. While waiting for the meds to kick in, Heather kept at it, brutally going to town on her coworker (now patient’s) chest. Heather looked down at Lindsay’s face while continuing CPR. Lindsay’s head bobbed and bounced around in sync with each individual compression. Her eyes were WIDE open, her face locked in a full-blown death stare. The ET tube hung out the side of Lindsay’s mouth, taped in place, hugging her pale lips. Heather couldn’t believe a familiar face was in such dire shape. “The ones with their eyes open never make it…” Heather thought to herself. Back at the head of the table, Nancy continued ambu bagging. “You’ve got a long life ahead of you… We all love you and need you here Linds…” Nancy whispered into Lindsay’s ear, as if she was trying to convince Lindsay to not die.

Over the coming minutes, Lindsay’s chest began to take an absolute beating. A nasty bruise started to form in the center of her chest on top of the breastbone. Mid code, Lindsay’s chest tube began to drain a substantial amount of blood seemingly out of nowhere. “What the hell?...” A surprised Dr Sarah thought out loud. In the blink of an eye, a couple liters of blood drained through the tube. “She’s bleeding somewhere in her chest. Maybe a cardiac chamber or great vessel injury.” Speculated Sarah, trying to explain away what she was seeing. “I’m gonna do an echo. Let’s see what her heart’s doing. Maybe that’ll give me something to work with.” Sarah went on. With CPR ongoing, Sarah squirted a little bit of clear, conductive ultrasound gel onto Lindsay’s bare chest. She turned on the ultrasound monitor screen and lowered the wand onto the portion of Lindsay’s chest where the gel was and began moving it around for a second or two to spread it out a bit. Sarah then moved the ultrasound wand over Lindsay’s heart and eyes the monitor screen. “….oh Lord…what a mess in there…” Uttered Sarah. “Hmm?” Heather overheard. “Massive tamponade.” Sarah shook her head. “Pericardiocentesis?” asked Heather, wondering what the next step was. “I don’t think that’ll do the trick. We need to crack her chest and see what’s really going on in there. I’m gonna set up a thoracotomy tray.” Sarah explained to Nurse Heather. Nurse Heather’s eyes went wide once she heard the word “thoracotomy.” That was a last ditch effort, hail Mary procedure used in the most critical patients. Heather has seen many patients get their chest cracked during her time as a nurse in our ER, but the idea of a friend, coworker, and familiar face being the recipient of such a procedure really bothered Heather at a deeper level.

Betadine was splashed across the left half of Lindsay’s chest. The strong, chemical scent of antiseptic hit everyone’s nostrils in less than a second. Sarah picked up the scalpel, making a crude, but decisive incision. The cut started just to the left of Lindsay’s sternum, extended laterally across her chest, underneath her left nipple, and concluding just shy of her left armpit. Heather halted CPR while Sarah worked to separate the underlying tissue and muscle to make way for the rib spreader. With an adequate space created, the metal rib retractor was placed, and Lindsay’s chest was forcefully pried open. A loud popping and cracking sound echoed around the room while Sarah turned the knobs on the spreader. Upon entry to Lindsay’s chest cavity, there was a massive rush of blood. “Suction! SUCTION!” Shouted Sarah, packing handfuls of surgical sponges into the fresh incision area. Heather lowered a suction tube into Lindsay’s chest cavity and began removing the excess blood to create a good line of sight for Sarah. The suction tube made a wet slurping sound as it removed the blood. Meanwhile, Sarah incised the fibrous lining of the pericardium to relieve the tamponade and placed a vascular clamp on the descending aorta in order to redirect blood flow and quell any arterial bleeding- at least temporarily. Heather continued to apply suction every few seconds or so, the line of sight clogging up with blood like clockwork. “Starting cardiac massage.” Announced Sarah, reaching into Lindsay’s chest, beginning to vigorously massage away at Lindsay’s strong, athletic heart. Sarah’s gloved hands were wrapped firmly around the beautiful tomboy doctor’s heart, squeezing much needed blood to the rest of her body. A wet, rhythmic squishing sound was produced from Dr Sarah’s internal resus efforts. “Come on… come on Linds…” uttered Sarah under her breath.

Sarah squeezed and squeezed, but her multiple cycles of cardiac massage failed to restart Dr Lindsay’s heart. Next up, the team opted to give the internal paddles a try. The internal paddles were charged to 20 joules and lowered into Lindsay’s chest around her erratically twitching heart. THWACK! Lindsay’s heart tensed up for a second before going right back to v-fib. Sarah sighed. “No change, going again at 30. Everyone… CLEAR!” Sarah shocked again. Lindsay’s torso jolted sharply in response to the shock, but v-fib remained. “Hitting her again at 40!..... CLEAR!” Sarah’s voice surged. “Mmm….” Lindsay moaned in reaction to the shock. “she’s still in v-fib, let’s go again…. CLEAR!” Sarah yelled out passionately. A dull, wet thump was heard, however, Lindsay’s heart still couldn’t be shocked out of v-fib. “AGAIN!... CLEAR!” Yelled Sarah, lowering the blood soaked internal paddles back onto Lindsay’s cracked open chest. “Still nothing. Recharging the internal paddles to 40!” Sarah announced, her tone of voice growing more and panicked. The high pitched, electrical whirring sound of the paddles recharging bounced around the room. “Ok…. CLEAR!” Sarah defibbed Lindsay again. Almost instantly after the shock, the heart monitors flatlined. Lindsay’s heart sat completely motionless in plain sight. Dr Sarah removed the large, spoon shaped paddles and gently set them back on the crash cart. Sarah began removing her gloves and eyeing the clock on the wall. “It’s over. Time of death, 19:35.” Sarah called out, abruptly terminating the code.

The trio of caretakers stood there shell shocked for a moment while the high pitched hum of the flatlined monitors droned around the room. Nancy removed the ambu bag, a small amount of air quietly hissing out. Heather switched off the monitors, making the once loud, chaotic room eerily silent. Nobody said a word, but knew exactly what to do next. The IV lines were taken out of each arm. The EKG electrodes were disconnected. The BP cuff was taken off Lindsay’s left bicep. The pulse oximeter was taken off her left index finger. A blue surgical drape was hastily tossed on top of the thoracotomy site. Lindsay’s eyes remained wide open as her body was covered, appearing as if she watched the sheet get pulled over her head. Last but not least, a toe tag was filled out and placed on the big toe of Lindsay’s left foot. The tag dangled in front of Lindsay’s hot, wrinkly soles, serving as a harsh reminder that no Christmas miracles would be taking place that night. In this alternate reality, Lindsay was now the latest beauty who found herself toe tagged and under a sheet in our emergency department.

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hiskillingjar · 2 months ago

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pretty rave girl

Relationship: Ren Hana/MC Rating: Explicit Includes: Dubious Consent, Coerced Consent, Date Rape, Drugging, Intoxication, Hypnotism (sort of), Anime Conventions Length: 6200+ words

an rehash and extension of my hypnotism kinktober fic, very kindly requested by @frawgsie! thank you so much for your support <3

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Part One

"Can I get a Monster, please?"

"Original, Ultra White, or-"

"Pipeline Punch, obviously!” You said with an exaggerated ‘ugh!’, flicking the plastic fibres of your wig out of your eyes, heavily made up and caked in pink glitter. “Is there any other?"

The girl behind the bar rolled her eyes, probably wishing she was also partying in the ball room instead of serving you. She turned away, fetching a tall pink can from the set of fridges behind her, readily stocked for the messy nerds the hotel was reluctantly hosting over the convention weekend.

"You're such a bitch."

Ren giggled, a little tipsy in his own right, as he pressed to your side, lolling and lazing against your shoulder. His chest hit your sweaty back, skin sticking to the thin material of his shirt, and his tail swayed cool air against your thighs as it wagged.

"She was just asking you a question. No need to bite her head off."

"Come on, it's a dumb question!” You said, eyes flitting towards him as the girl cracked open the can and slid it towards you (lest you try and sneak anything closed into the ballroom). “How can you look at me,” You gestured downwards at the tacky Chibi Moon cosplay you were wearing, thigh highs, a short skirt and a bikini sporting a comically large bow between the cups. “And think I'll ask for anything but Pipeline Punch?"

"You have no taste.” He continued to giggle, snaking his arms around your waist and nuzzling into the fibres of your pink pigtails.“Ultra White is peak."

"Maybe if you have an eating disorder," You rolled your eyes, paying the exorbitant five dollars for the can with a tap of your phone. "Something you wanna tell me, Ren?~"

“Shut up,” He rebuked with an irked huff, a small growl escaping his throat as he squeezed you around the waist, pressing you flush against the line of his slender body and nipping at your pierced earlobe, a quasi-punishment for being ‘such a bitch’. “And drink your Monster, before you piss me off.”

"Mm, not so close,” You complained with a lip-gloss lacquered pout, taking a long initial sip from the can and smacking your lips. “It's so hot in there. I swear, I can feel sweat dripping down my crack-"

“Well, let’s stop wasting time already,” He cut you off with an exaggerated sigh, taking your free hand and dragging you towards the double doors of the hotel ballroom. “I don’t wanna miss anything good!”

"Okay, okay!" You laughed in spite of yourself, taking another swig from your can, the fruity chemicals bubbling over your tongue and satisfying your thirst, before you thrust it towards him. "Can you hold this for a second? I need to adjust my bra."

"Oh, so you're calling those two triangles a bra now?" He said with a good-natured eye roll, as you turned around and adjusted the strings of your bikini top, tightening them slightly and breathing in as they cut into the soft flesh of your chest, pushing your breasts together (and making them look fucking awesome, thank you very much). “You’re so high maintenance, I swear.”

"Now who's the bitch!" You said with an exaggerated gasp before grinning, leaning in to kiss his cheek (leaving behind a pink lip gloss print) and take your can back. "Thank youuuu~"

"Pff," He rolled his eyes again, though he couldn’t hold back a dumb smile, his hand reaching for yours once more as he pulled you back inside the crowded ballroom, the pounding music instantly loud and throbbing through every inch of your body as soon as you stepped inside, like you could feel it in your bones. "You're such a tease, y'know that?"

"I don't think you can call me a tease when you're gonna get laid at the end of the night." You commented with a cattish smirk, following behind him obediently.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, you slut~" Ren said with a mischievous smirk, his ears tilting forward with a shake of his head.

He led you through the sea of dancing people and closer towards the front of the ballroom, where a DJ (donned with a neon green furry wolf head that you guessed was probably drenched in sweat) was spinning the tracks for the night, all while a matching set of monitors were projecting visuals for the set; sped-up anime openings, well-cropped hentai and constant, flashing lights.

It made the rave's energy feel much more manic, and you loved it.

You were grinning like an idiot by the time the two of you got to the front, squeezed tight between the other dancers (some couples, some groups, some going solo), soaking up the atmosphere like a sponge, and your body was already moving in time with the music, your hips swaying, your chest bouncing and your shoulders bobbing up and down.

Ren turned to look at you, his amber eyes lecherously raking over your body from top to bottom, admiring the cheap cosplay that barely covered you, a clear lust behind his gaze.

Not like you minded. You knew you were hot, and his validation just made you feel hotter.

"God, you look good tonight," He said loudly over the music, matching your dance moves the best he could (without a bouncing chest).

You somehow smiled even more and stroked down the length of your pigtails, before tossing them over your shoulder, your eyes half-lidded and a seductive pout on your lips.

"How good do I look, hm?" You crooned, pressing closer to him so he could hear you.

"Good enough for me to want to fuck you on the dance floor." He admitted with a brazen, fanged grin, closing the space between the two of you, his hot body pressed against yours, making it all too easy for him to roll his hips against your own, in time with the pounding bassline.

You could feel how hard he was through his jeans.

Already. You had barely done a thing and you were already driving him crazy.

He was so fucking easy.

"You're such a nerd," You laughed, but you didn't stop yourself from pressing against him too, the back of your skirt riding up high as he slotted his groin against your backside, his hands bracketing your full hips and holding on tightly. "Seriously? I just gotta dress like an anime girl to get you going?"

"What can I say?" He hummed airily, his hands wandering up and down your thighs and groping your ass through the thin fabric of the cosplay. “I’m very weak against a very specific type of girl. It’s not my fault you fit it perfectly.”

You bit your lip to hide another big, dumb smile, feeling his hand slide higher up your skirt and toy with the elastic hem of your bicycle shorts (you had to retain some modesty, after all), like he was threatening to pull them down, and really fuck you, right there on the dancefloor, in front of everyone.

The very idea of that made you feel lightheaded.

Or was it something else?

"Fuck, it's so hot in here," You breathed out and stood up straight after the song finished, feeling a bead of sweat run down your inner thighs and make the spandex shorts start to chafe painfully against your skin. You sighed and took another swig of Monster, before pushing your wrist against your forehead, wiping up more sweat with a grimace. “I think I might actually have to go outside, it’s a little too much.”

Instead of pulling you out of the ballroom to get some air (which you wouldn’t have expected from him anyway), Ren reached around and grabbed your wrist, tight, before guiding your hand upwards, the cool metal of the Monster can pressed back against your gasping lips.

"You don’t need to do that. Just finish your drink, baby," He ordered softly (in a tone you knew you couldn’t argue with), hooking his chin over your shoulder and tracing his soft lips over your ear, whispering sweet words under the pounding music. "It'll help you cool down, won’t it?"

"Mmf-!"

You spluttered in muffled (if slightly coerced) agreement as the drink hit your lips again and filled your mouth, the overwhelming sweetness making your brain pound (an after-effect of the caffeine and nothing else, surely, you had barely drank anything that night), more than the music had, more than the flashing lights and swirling colours had.

Sticky pink fluid ran down your chin as he poured more down your throat, too fast for you to swallow, and trickled over your chest, soaking into the costume.

When you glanced down (as much as you could, as much as he let you), you saw your nipples (gradually hardening to firm little buds) slowly becoming visible under the wet fabric, dusky pink beneath the soaked, white polyester, and it made something inside you throb painfully.

"Oh, look at you," Ren tutted condescendingly as he looked down at your body, keening forward so his tongue could run over the side of your chin to collect the droplets of sticky Monster. His eyes were smouldering as his free hand then pulled your hips against his once more, pushing your skirt up completely. "Such a mess. You just always need me to take care of you, don’t you?"

Hhhhh…"

You breathed out unsteadily through your nose, heavy eyes blinking slowly (dumbly), as he poured another mouthful of energy drink down your throat, your head spinning even more.

The crowd of bodies around you were packed in so tight, the small ballroom hot and humid (stinking of weeaboo sweat and fruity-scented vape smoke), and filled to the brim with the manic energy of a thousand nerds on their first night out, hopped up on Monster Energy and vodka, listening to nightcore remixes of their favourite anime.

It was an infectious energy that made your heavy head pound even more.

And you didn't know if it was the caffeine and the sugar from the drink, or if it was the pounding music and flashing lights, or if it was something else entirely making you feel so...strange all of a sudden, but you knew you liked it, whatever it was.

"Oh, fuck,"

You breathed out as a new song started playing, speakers practically throbbing with droning sirens, drawled vocals and pounding bass. This was all while the twin monitors played sensorily overwhelming visuals, flashing lights, swirling spirals (pink and purple, blurred text overlaying it), half-naked anime girls and candy-sweet gore, fake blood tinged almost pink and making your mouth water.

"This song is...really fucking good..."

"Oh yeah?" Ren chuckled, watching the way your chest heaved as he pulled the pink can away from your lips, the sugar-sweet liquid staining your chin and pooling in the valley of your heaving breasts, almost glistening against your pale skin under the harsh lights of the room. "Maybe you should...pay attention to it, hm? If it's that good~"

You barely managed to slur a meek "okay" as he pressed his free hand between your shoulder blades, suddenly forcing your chest forward and bending your body in two, before pressing his hips squarely against your backside. His hand then curled into your ‘hair’ (the shitty wig, sliding atop your head and showing off some of your real hair) and pushed your head forward, so your eyes would focus on nothing but the flashing lights and visuals on screen, and he could keep you still and stimulated.

"That's a good girl," He said as the lower half of your body moved to the beat of the music, swaying and jerking against his crotch. "Just focus on the beat. That’s it."

Your hazy eyes locked forward, almost (entirely) involuntarily (though maybe there was something a little hot about that), widening slightly as the lights sped up to match the sped-up beats-per-minute, black and white imprinted on your lids and blurring your vision.

The rest of the clubgoers blurred, too, into a muddy and abject sea of multicoloured wigs, cheap AliExpress cosplay and fursuits.

None of them mattered. Nobody mattered here.

All that mattered were those monitors, now showing censored hentai and those overlays of pink and purple spirals, making your heart pound and your brain throb in your skull.

What little brain you still had.

Ren pressed closer to you, arching his body over your bent back, the solid weight of his body an anchor against the increasingly dizzying effect of the music and the lights.

“Y’know, you really do look good tonight, baby…”

"Heh," You laughed, breathing out unsteadily as you tried to stand up straight again. He kept you still with the hand in your hair, claws threateningly digging into your scalp (if you got any blood on this wig, you’d kill him). "Hehehe…mm…” Your hair lolled forward even more. “My head feels funny, Ren~"

Your voice was soft, sweet, almost simpering, nowhere close to the ‘bitchy tone’ he occasionally took issue with.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, a hidden smirk playing on his lips as he took in your dazed expression and the needy look in your eyes, pulling your hips closer to his crotch, so you could feel the stirrings of his arousal against the ‘gusset’ of your bike shorts. "That's reeeeally interesting, sweetheart..."

"Hhhhehehe, did you druuug me?" You laughed again as he pushed you forward, the small if persisting amount of fear barely audible in your voice over the pounding music.

"Now, why would I do something like that, hm?" He asked, his tone almost innocent, the cock to his head and the smirk on his voice audible through his facade of guiltlessness.

"I...don't know," You breathed out, licking your lips again to quell your nervousness and tasting the overwhelming sweetness of the Monster and the aftertaste of something…chalky. "I just feel so hot...and...hahhh...l-like I can’t even keep my head up. Heh," A shaky smile came to your face as you panted a little more. “I think you put something in my drink…”

"Aw, I don’t think so, baby. I think you might just be overheating…don’t you?" He asked with feigned sympathy and ignorance at your accusation, his hands then wandering across the planes of your body, the tips of his fingers trailing over the sweat-sticky bare skin of your back, your hips, your thighs. "Oh, you really do feel hot! Ah, I thought you were exaggerating! You poor thing."

"Hhhh,"

You wheezed uselessly as he pulled your shoulders upwards and trotted to your front, a little dribble of pink-tinged spittle running down your sticky chin. The music felt like it was only getting louder, though, despite him pushing you back, away from the heaving crowds of people (who were only getting more excited) and towards the corner of the ballroom.

Ren just chuckled at the sight of you, as you pressed your back against the cool metal wall of the ballroom, sliding downwards slightly, barely able to keep yourself upright.

"God, you're pathetic," He laughed in your ear as his chest pressed against yours, your face flushed from the heat and the drugged drink, your lax body swaying to beats and lights, even when you were pinned to the wall. "You look so out of it, baby."

"Heh heh," You giggled brainlessly, trying to shut your mouth. You couldn’t stop drooling. "I...y-yeah...I guess I am."

"Yeahhhh, you're just a mess, aren’t you?" He continued to tease cruelly, his hands roaming your sides, your hips, again, thumbs hooking over the waistband of your bike shorts, threatening to pull them down completely. "But you love it, don't you? Feeling all brainless and all dizzy and needy. I bet you’re addicted to it, like you’re addicted to those fucking energy drinks~"

You couldn't say anything, your brain was only able to focus on those fucking flashing lights and the fucking pounding music, and how fucking good it was making you feel.

You had a sense that it wasn’t just sweat and Monster making you feel so wet.

"You're such a good girl, baby," He then said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his tongue running down to your exposed collar, tasting salt and sweet on your skin as his lips reached the sticky valley of Monster between your breasts. "And good girls get rewards, don't they?” He pulled back and eyed you with a fanged smile. “You want a reward, don't you, baby?"

"Mm," You moaned mindlessly, nodding in time with the music.

"Good girl, asking for what you want," He growled in satisfaction, his tongue tracing back up the side of your neck and to your ear as he pulled you closer. "I think you're going to enjoy it, too~"

Your hazy mind didn't catch his hand going into the pocket of his jeans (he hadn’t even dressed up, not like you had, you always made such a fucking effort to impress him), but you knew immediately what he had done when you felt a familiar device buzz to life inside your panties.

"OH!"

You had forgotten about the bullet when you got dressed that morning.

Have you been walking around with a sex toy in your underwear all day, even when you were at the convention?

The idea of it made your cunt twinge a little.

Well, a little more.

"Mmm," Ren hummed happily, the vibrations rocking through your body to the beat of the music (it must have had a special sensor built-in or something, how much had this cost him?), just making your brain slur even more as the bass pounded on and on. "You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Letting me do something like this to you in public?"

"I-I didn't...ohhhh~" You moaned helplessly, tipping your head back against the wall as your thighs clenched together tightly, trying to contain all the pleasure within yourself.

Your eyes stayed open, though, half-lidded and staring ahead at those pink graphics.

"But you don't hate it, do you?" He asked, nipping at your ear, tugging at the hoop through it and pressing his fingers against the front of your shorts, forcing the small device a little harder against you, right where it needed to be. "It feels good, doesn't it? And you look so hot like this, baby, all needy and mindless. Everyone here is going to know you're my girl and be so jealous."

Of course, you didn’t hate this.

Your full lips were slack and drooling a sticky mix of spit and energy drink down your chin and making your nipples show through your shitty costume. Your eyes were locked ahead, practically pinned in place, and your entire body was positively thrumming with pleasure, both from the vibrator in your panties and the enthralling trance you’d be put under, both only made worse by a sped-up and bass-boosted version of the Ouran High School Host Club theme song.

How could you possibly hate even a moment of this?

Hate wasn't an option you could choose, anymore.

Just gleeful happiness.

"That's what I thought," Ren praised your non-answer with a triumphant smile, his lips trailing back to the crook of your neck and sucking at the skin, leaving a small mark (which you barely reacted to, you were so gone) before his voice dropped even lower in your ear. "And you're going to stay like this for me, all needy and pretty, all night, until everyone here can see just how filthy my baby is for me, aren't you?"

"Yessss," You drawled out with another mindless moan, the vibrator in your panties building in intensity as the droning bridge dropped and the bass began to pound. "God, yes..."

"Suuuuch a good girl," He whispered, his fangs finding the edge of your ear and biting down hungrily, his chest rising and falling against your front in time with the beat. Maybe this was exciting him as much as it was exciting you. "I want you to look at the stage, baby. I want you to watch what's on the screen for me."

You hadn’t looked away all this time, but found all the more reason not to when he was ordering you around like this.

"You don't need anything, do you, baby? You don't need to think or worry about anything, hm?" He murmured, his soft voice somehow permeating each rise and fall of the music. "All you need is to focus on is how good the music feels, how good I make you feel, and how desperately you want more…”

"Y-Yeah," You murmured softly, your hazy eyes half-lidded again as your lips went slack with another desperate wheeze of breath. "Hhhh..."

“And only good girls get to feel like this, don’t they?" He then asked, somehow turning up the bullet another notch and listening to you moan, pink spirals reflected in your glassy, doll-like eyes. “Only good girls get to feel this happy and free.”

"I'm a good girl," You smiled brainlessly, your head tilting back. "Ngh, I’m a good girl..."

"That's right," He whispered with a proud smile, nuzzling against you, the soft whisps of his hair and fur of his ears damp with sweat. "You're my good girl. Soooo, you're going to keep dancing for me, all mindless and dumb, so that everyone here knows you’re mine, and there’s nothing they can do about it. Sound good?”

"Uh huh~"

“So pathetic. Hmm, no wonder I like you so much~”

Part Two

"Thank you so much for your help!"

The elevator doors slid open with a low ‘ding’.

You looked up in silent alarm with an exhausted murmur, drunken and dazed and still drooling down your front, your gaze switching from one arm, which Ren had thrown over his shoulder, and the other, where a random guy (in a pretty decent Leon Kennedy cosplay) was supporting you, helping the younger man carry your slack body back up to your hotel room.

He couldn’t have done it himself, after all.

"Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do to help?” He asked, scraping the fibres of his blonde wig from his eyes. “She looks pretty out of it, man."

"Yeah, totally,” Ren smiled, his tail wagging behind you as he held onto you a little tighter, his other arm slung around your waist, protectively, possessively holding you against his smaller body, like the good boyfriend he was trying to be. “She's just a little drunk after the rave, is all. She’ll be totally fine after I’ve gotten her to lie down. Isn’t that right, sweetie?"

He squeezed your hip hard, making you groan and lean into him a little more, playing the perfect role of a drunken girlfriend (reacting to his squeezes like a toy would).

"You know how it is,” He added with an appreciative smile towards the stranger. “Her first con, getting excited and all..."

"Oh yeah, for sure.” ‘Leon’ nodded empathetically, following Ren as they both dragged you down the hall and towards your room. “My boyfriend is the same, totally..."

After a few more moments of polite chatter and you stumbling along with them, (the vibrator thankfully at rest in your panties, you wouldn’t have been able to walk if it was still going like it was), Ren reluctantly let go of your waist for a second to retrieve the room’s key card from his jean pocket.

"This is us!” He said, producing the card and holding you tighter. “Thanks again for your help."

"For sure.” ‘Leon’ smiled as Ren tapped the key to the door and opened it up, helping you through the door frame with a sheepishness in his posture (possibly cluing into the dynamic between the two of you, who knew). “Um, have a good rest of your night. And, uh,” He smiled again, a little awkwardly, and gestured to the space above his head. “Love your ears by the way. Super realistic!"

Ren’s tail swayed a little more as he waved the guy off happily.

"You too! Enjoy the rave!"

‘Leon’ left you to it and Ren waited patiently until he had walked down the corridor, back to the elevator, before he shut the door behind the two of you. He took your shoulder in hand and jerked you towards the hotel’s bed with an authoritative kind of promptness, like he couldn’t wait to do…whatever he had planned next.

"Makes you feel good, doesn't it?” He asked, his voice airy and casual, as you slumped on the edge of the bed with a tired moan. “Someone helping like that. People are so nice."

"Mmh..." You nodded lazily in agreement, trying to keep your head up.

Ren just chuckled watching you try to stay alert (stay guarded from whatever he had planned) and started to pace around the room, his arms crossed as he assessed the bags and boxes of figures, plushies, art prints, and…well, whatever else you saw in the convention centre that attracted your attention.

You had so little of your own. Could you be blamed for going a little ham with this stuff?

"You really spent a lot of my money, didn't you, sweetie?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head, as if he was scolding you for something. “I think you brought half the artist alley back up here! Mm, that's okay, though.” He smiled, a subdued sort of cruelty touching his eyes and making you shiver, his tail continuing to sway. “I have a sense that you're gonna make it up to me."

“Ren,” You murmured softly as he approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a swift shove backwards, your back hitting the overstuffed mattress and stained blankets with a quiet ‘oof’. “I-I don’t feel so good…can we take it slow tonight? Please?”

“I don’t think so,” Ren crooned lowly with an indulgent smirk, moving his knee between your legs and pushing them apart, your skirt having completely ridden up and your bike shorts concealing next to nothing."God, this outfit really is hot.” He said, leaning over you then, his hands bracketing your full hips. “I'm sorry my costume didn't come in time, we would have looked so cool matching tonight…"

"What did you give me?" You slurred, letting out an unsteady breath as he reached up your skirt and pulled down your shorts, past your thigh highs and boots, and tossed them to the side. “Ren, seriously…hh, my head is fucking killing me…”

“Hm?” He looked up, his ears moving forward in alarm, before he tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "What’s that? Are you coming down, baby?” He grinned at your sudden discomfort, exposing wet fangs and eyes gleaming with malice. “Aw, don't worry, I have some more where that came from."

“More of what?” You asked, making an attempt to sit up on the bed.

He ignored your question and quickly stepped away from you then, pacing back across the hotel room to fetch another tall can of Monster from the television stand (adorned with make-up products and discarded underwear from the previous night).

"See, it’s even in your favourite flavour~" Ren teased with another grin, cracking open the can and kneeling back on the bed, looming over you, as he shoved you back down. “Open wide!”

“MMH-!”

He poured out the first spill of Monster liberally, covering your flushed face and heaving chest with the sticky, carbonated liquid all over again, and making the blankets beneath your slack body sodden and very cold.

"You really are addicted to this stuff, aren’t you? I should just keep you fed on this…” He mused with a dirty, little titter, before reaching forward and taking your cheeks in hand, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth open in a demeaning pout. “I could just pour it into a dog bowl and leave it out for you all day.”

He poured out another spill of it, and you had to open your mouth wide (as much as you could in his grip) to catch the majority of it, lest you be covered in even more.

“Wffh,” You breathed out a spray of the sticky fluid, covering your chin as you tried to shake your head out of his grip. “What did you give me…hhh…”

He sat himself down on your thighs then, balancing the can on your heaving chest, nestled between your sticky breasts, dusky nipples hard from the cold fluid and pressed, pornographically tight, against your bikini top.

"It's kind of funny that you're so clueless about it, you know.” He said, reaching to his back pocket and producing a plastic baggie of white powder. “Didn't you ever get a DARE class about date rape drugs, when you were still in school?” He drew his words deliberately slow as he opened the baggie, carefully pouring a small amount of the powder into the can, making it fizz and overflow across your stomach.

He tilted his head condescendingly as he tucked the baggie away, and took hold of your face again, claws digging into your sticky skin.

"Or did you get one, and you were too much of a dumb idiot to pay attention to it, hm?"

You swallowed another mouthful of energy drink as it poured onto your face again, the chalky aftertaste familiar from when he had drugged you before, back at the rave.

Ketamine.

Fuck, you always had bad reactions to ketamine.

"I mean, I know they call them date rape drugs and all. But..." Ren shrugged as he poured another mouthful of the tainted Monster into your mouth, not caring when you spluttered and choked on it. "I think that sort of suggests that you're not desperate for it. When I know you totally are!"

He licked his lips hungrily, watching as you sucked in a hard breath, just trying to breathe while you were waterboarded with fucking Monster Energy.

"Maybe they should just call them 'date' drugs, hm? Cus they make you all...loose and ready for it, right?"

He set the half-finished can on the bedside table and pushed himself back, completely between your legs, before pressing the persisting bulge in his jeans (little pervert that he was, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d been hard all this time) against the front of your panties, seeing just how wet you had gotten from his teasing back at the rave.

"Rennn..." You whined needily through a wet splutter of energy drink, raising your hips with shaky calves to meet his needy thrusts. “Gh, please-”

"Shhh, I'm right here, baby." He cooed, pulling himself back enough so he could pull the sides of your panties down your legs and enjoy you bare and vulnerable underneath him. "Mm, look at you, all wet and needy for me.” He murmured with another indulgent smirk. “Well, I guess I have an advantage in that sense, don't I?"

"NHH!"

The bullet inside of you (because it had been pushed against enough to slide in there) buzzed to life again.

When had he even gotten his phone out?

You whined loudly the second it started buzzing again, breathing hard as you squeezed your eyes shut, hips tilting upwards just trying to find even more of the sinful vibrations.

"I reeeally thought you were gonna cum down there, you know. When we were in the rave.” Ren smirked, sitting up on his knees and unbuckling his belt with dextrous hands. “Or in the elevator, in front of that strange guy.” He then reached down to unzip and unbutton his jeans, shifting forward again to rub against your buzzing opening again, his tail wagging as the vibrations clearly had an effect on him too. “Heh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

“Mmm…ah,” You breathed out, shivering with pleasure as his hand slid up your (sticky) stomach and to your damp bikini top, teasing your nipple through the wet fabric.

"Like how you like showing off in your slutty, little bikini.” He breathed out with a little chuckle. “I'm not mad…mmh," He shifted down his boxers then, pushing your thighs open even more and giving himself a bigger space to slot his cock into. "The exact opposite, actually. It's really, reeeally hot how much you enjoy being a huge slut. Most girls don't have your sense, you know~"

You took in another sharp inhale when you felt the head of his cock rub against your cunt, teasing, threatening you with more.

"Nhhh…” You squeezed your eyes shut, your arms laying slack at your side as the drug pulsed through your veins again, just making your head spin even more. “No, no…”

“Don’t say no to me, baby. I know you don’t really mean it, after all.” He chided lightly, the claws of his free hand digging into your thigh as he tried to push himself closer, push himself inside of you. "You know, I don't think girls like you can even get raped,” He added with another airy, aroused titter. “Mm, at least not by guys like me."

"AH!" You gasped, your eyes shooting wide and your head absolutely swimming with drugged lust as he pushed deeper into you, the length of his hard cock filling you up completely and the initial swellings of his knot pressed against your slit, wet and open and hungry. “Oh, fuck, Ren-!”

"God, you're so wet, already,” He breathed out, shoving himself closer towards you, building up an initial momentum of pounding thrusts as his chest heaved in time with each of your whines and whimpers. “I barely have any friction at all. I can just..."

You grit your teeth, eyes squeezing shut again as he pushed deeper inside of you.

"Slide in, knot first.” He grinned, half delirious with his own pleasure, a string of drool clinging to his wet teeth and dripping across your chest, breasts bouncing each time he thrust deeper inside of you, looking all the more pornographic and ridiculous. “Haha, I bet you won't even be able to cling onto my knot like this, you know. You're just so wound up and wet~"

He slapped your hip sharply, seeking some kind of physical reaction, and making you shriek and tighten up around him.

Or, well, attempt to tighten up.

You were sort of too far gone to try doing that now.

"Fuck, why is even that getting me hot?” He breathed out, his heavy body sinking down against yours to pin you against the bed, rutting harder against you, each wet slap of flesh against flesh pushing you that much closer to your limit (whatever that limit was, you weren’t so sure anymore). “You really bring out the worst in me, baby."

“Ohhh,” You moaned loudly, unable to hold anything back with so many drugs in your system, the concoction of caffeine and ketamine (and a little booze) making you feel that much more disorientated and totally out of it. “Ren, Ren, Ren!”

“I’m right here, shhh, I’m here just for you,” He murmured, nestling close to you, his sharp cannibal teeth against your sticky neck and his tongue drawing wet lines up your skin. “I mean, hah,” He breathed hard, scenting you, intimate and sweet, contradicting his harsher actions. “I was already pretty bad. But ohhh, you just make me want to be even worse…mm,”

You felt the cold press of his teeth against your neck, and your pelvis tightened even more.

“But I don’t need to be.” Ren pulled back from the bite, smoothing his tongue over the sore flesh (as if he was apologising for it, something he would never do with words alone) as his hips drived harder and faster against yours, pushing you into a state of quasi delirium that felt just so good. “You’re just suuuuch a gooood girl, so I don’t need to force you to do anything at all, do I? …mmmh~”

“Hah-hah-hah,” You breathed out, wrapping an arm around his neck as you felt his touch descend to the soft folds of your pelvis, trying to push you open and give himself enough space to work his knot into. “T-Too much, ngh-!”

“See, you’re saying that…” He breathed out with an unsteady exhale, pulling back enough to look you in the eye, a broad, dirty grin on his face as his thrusting resumed, never pausing for even a second of respite. “But I’m hearing that I should do more. You just like to challenge me so much, don’t you?”

You suddenly cried out as he pressed into you completely, working his knot all the way inside of your cunt, his forehead pressed to yours as you grit your teeth from the painful stretch.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He praised you with another long exhale, smiling down at you, serenely, like you were doing something truly worthy of pride. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re clenching so hard,” His eyelids fluttered (the same as yours always did) as you tightened up around him, again, only forcing him to try and thrust deeper, push his knot even more inside of you. “That’s so good, baby, so good-!”

“Oh, Ren, Ren, fuck!” You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Yes, yes!”

“Yesss, you’re so good, you like that so much, don’t you?”

“I LOVE IT!!!”

#ren btd #ren hana #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #commission

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neverchecking · 2 years ago

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Ooh, bestie plz. That yandere time piece left me aching with the amount of need I didn't know I had

So I wanna request one more, if that's okay. Yandere Time, once again, but with a breeding kink. And please, feel free to go into explicit detail.

(May and I both personally hc that time has a breeding kink. I literally wrote a whole ass smut piece with a pregnant reader on both her page and mine about this. Same piece, links on both pages lmao)

The amount of horny I am for this man is not okay. Time can bend me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat whenever he wants

...Ahem. Sorry.

I'm gonna be yer 🧚 anon, okay?

omg-

Omg-

OMG YOUR FAIRY ANON?! THE FAIRY ANON?! After you messaged me here I went to May's page and began reading some of her stuff, and every time I came across a 🧚anon post I knew it was going to be good. I just- Drooling, kicking my feet, barking, the whole nine yards.

Anyway, I am absolutely here to please. Time could take me anywhere. There are some pieces that I write and I'm like...Should I share this or keep it to myself? And I gotta admit, that Time one was one of em. The reception to it was just so fantastic and I'm glad everyone liked it. Anyway, I got another Time request around the same time as this one and I just- lightbulb.

Also also, never be sorry Darling. I love to hear all the dirty thoughts. Really gets the writing juices flowing yk? Plus, I get my own 🧚anon? Sign me tf up.

SORRY ANYWAY-

Smut so MDNI. 18+. You asked for explicit detail, so I hope I brought it to the table!

Smut CW: Reader is a little bit of a Yandere themselves, AFAB reader, Subby! Time, breeding Kinks!

Fairy boy

It was hot.

So unbearably hot. Sweat was dripping between every curve of the body he had worked so hard to achieve, leaving behind a misty sheen as his breath fogged in front of him. The air around him was practically smothering, but he couldn't bring himself to care. No, this was a religious experience that he was blessed to experience.

Nothing could ever top this moment. Not anything he had experienced up to this point.

But oh, how willing he was to show his absolute devotion to you, his Goddess, his muse, his star given soul mate. Anything to show your saintly soul that his own was open to you. To take, to shred, to treasure, to obliterate. Anything, and it was yours. He was truly committed to your entire being.

And you knew it to. He knew you knew it from the glares you would shoot inn keepers that fluttered their lashes at him. He knew you knew it from the sharp, venom laced words you would hide behind a sweet, lace lined tone designed to make the other just wilt before you for even thinking of approaching him. He knew you knew it from the dangerous, but ever erotic, gleam in your eyes as you followed the movement of the one waitress that left her hand to linger on his shoulder for a second too long.

And was it ever anoetic.

It was like linking a chain between the two of you with every interaction making it stronger. Reinforcing it with titanium steel only to enhance it with unbreakable enchantments. It was coiled so tightly around the both of yours hearts, like a double headed viper ready to strike any other imposter daring to try and tame the other's rearing serpent. Perhaps there was something unhealthy about it all. but he couldn't find himself to care.

He couldn't even find it in himself to think.

Not when the searing trails of both his cum and your own trailed down his thighs, burning like magma wherever it touched. Not when your own form was bouncing above his own, your own skin polished with sweat as your inner walls, velvet and absolutely piquant (He would know), clung to him, pulsing and squeezing him for everything he had to offer you. Not when his neck and collarbone, littered with bites and hickeys, angled itself mindlessly to give you better access.

Everything about him was positively brainless, nothing but a useless doll for you to use and abuse should you deem it what you want.

But you wouldn't.

You would never dream of hurting him in any way, shape or form. It's what made you so exquisite. You cared for him in a way no one else previously had. Everyone else in his life either left him or was left behind, but you- you had followed him. Clung to him so tightly he had no choice but to be dragged down to whatever depths you fell through to. Not that he would ever let you fall far.

No, he couldn't imagine a life without you. Without your semi-stern glares and light scoldings whenever he gets just a little too reckless in ensuring your safety. Without your gentle hands, cradling his face as you coo at him in that soft voice of yours that he was yours, only yours, and you were his, and nothing, not even the Golden three themselves could pull the two of you apart. Without your smaller frame underneath of him, clinging to his form as he drilled into you, imprinting his every inch onto your being, absolutely ruining you for anyone else.

He knew he was. No one else would ever live up to you. You were beyond words, celestial if it could be something tangible. He knew anyone else chances were all but derelict. Not there ever was a chance for any other possibility.

"Goddess, Link-"

You never called him Time. Never. Besides nicknames, the only other moniker you called him was his name. You called the others by their titles, but not him. You once explained to him that it was because he was more than just a title to you. He was more than just a hero. He was your very reason for pushing on in the morning, for breathing, eating, simply existing in this realm.

He was more than just a title to you.

He was Link, the humble farm boy who was traumatized beyond belief. Who required delicate handling even when he didn't feel he deserved it. Who needed someone to ground him and smooth out his chipped and tattered edges.

He needed you.

Oh, he needed you badly. Even just having you here, cunt squeezing around him as you rolled your head back, hair falling back before you were leaning forward. You laid on his chest, emphasizing the heat around you both, as your forehead landed on his. Your hips never stopped moving, dragging deliciously up his shaft, leaving a milky white sheen in your wake, before slamming back down, a filthy squelch echoing out.

One of his palms, flat and heavy, raised to clap against your ass cheek, making you clench around him as your head fell forward, whimpering into his ear as something wet dripped onto his lap.

You shivered and shuddered, but, gloriously stubborn you, refused to slow even the slightest. He knew what you wanted from him, and he was more than willing to give it to you.

You wanted a baby. His baby. You wanted to carry his child, a piece of the two of you together. You wanted to be tied together for the rest of your lives. You wanted to be the mother of his children.

He could see it now. You all round and barefoot, taking care of the house while he went to work with the knights at the castle or down at the Lon ranch. You, wearing a soft pink apron, as you baked and cooked meals to last the time you would be in recovery because you both knew he was useless in the kitchen. You, who would look downright elegant, despite the strenuous act you just went through, cradling his baby. His baby that would suckle at your teat as you glowed like the angels above came down just to bless this event.

And he craved that.

With a low groan, his arms shot up to wrap around your back as his hips hammered up, pushing right against your own as he plunged in as far as physically possible. He was sure he was kissing the ring of your cervix with how far he was docked within your walls, which throbbed around him. Old loads leaked out around him, making room for the new stuff, as you cried and withered, cumming around him with a cry of his name.

He knew he would go through whatever needed to give you your desired child, and it seemed you thought the same as you sat up, chest heaving in heavy pants, staring down at him. Overstimulation racked his spine, as he was sure it did yours, but he was given a mission. A quest.

And nothing would stop him from completing his quest.

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riiwrites · 10 months ago

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Do you have any tips or advice on writing,your way with words truly is amazing-♦️

thank you sm lovely anon, this is such a sweet compliment 🥹

i’m not good with tips or writing tbh, like one day I just started this blog and started writing and now I’m here I guess 😭 (funfact i acc ran an IT fanfiction blog back when I was like 11 this is not my proudest moment I shouldn’t have even been on this app)

i’m a big fan of english literature and always have been, im taking higher english next year for s5 and I’ve learned quite a bit tbh that I think can help!

1. my teacher always tells me to not repeat the same words over and over again. like for example :

“character watches s/o walk into the room with their bright smile and bright eyes”

instead, you could say :

“character watches s/o walk into the room with their beaming smile and bright eyes”

personally in my opinion repetition is good for both writing and poetry but using more adapted words can really elevate your writing. but that’s just my opinion on what it does for me and i try my best not to repeat the same words consistently. if you struggle to think of more advanced words you can use google because that’s quite literally what i do but you can also use a thesaurus, they’re quite helpful i used to use them in primary school for writing :)

2. another tip i can think of is using techniques of writing, this also goes for poetry too (as im currently having to study for my english exam on poetry). there’s a few techniques you can use in writing fanfiction such as

- metaphors (an implied comparison eg. “my mum has a heart of gold” - meaning my mum is a kind hearted woman. she is)

- similes (similar to a metaphor but it’s a direct comparison, typically used in the forms of “like a” or “as” eg. “she was as cold as ice” - meaning that her personality and demeanour is rather cold and stern.)

- personification (similar to a metaphor also but this connects human characteristics such as personalities or emotions to a non living thing eg. “the trees danced in the wind” - trees cant dance like a human can, but the way they bristle in the wind can make it seem like they’re dancing)

i know some of these people would’ve already heard about but i thought I’d add in the examples and explanations just to clarify it for people who are confused and want to learn about it

this isn’t a MUST you have to include in your writing or anything but these are just tips on ways you can elevate your writing and personification is specifically good for describing scenery so the reader can feel more engaged within the story :). these are only a few of the techniques i use so if you wish to hear about more please do feel free to shoot me an ask.

3. one last tip that comes from me in my experience of writing is actually educating yourself by reading some writings you’re interested in. one thing I’ve learned about writing is that you can gain experience by becoming influenced by other people’s writings on any part of the internet. not like plagiarism of course but i mean you can become inspired by the way they write and adapt your own writing style.

i’ve learned so much from my beautiful and amazing moots and they’re all just so talented, im forever grateful and proud for each and one of them :)

but i hope this helps ♦️ anon, and YOU are my first official emoji anon HEHEHE SO THANK YOU!! and i will be adding more to this tip list if i think of anything.

and please remember, anyone can be a writer. it doesn’t matter wherever you’re a natural or if you’re “inexperienced”. we all engage and write in different styles and ways and that’s what making writing such a beautiful thing to contribute in. so don’t give up and if you need anything at all don’t be afraid to message me, i hope you’ve given this a read and again, i hope it helps. <3

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #fluff #bsd x you #writing #riiwrites #writing tips #fanfic #fan fiction writing #tips

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quinobiweek · 3 months ago

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Guess what y'all??

QuinObi Week 2024 starts a month from today! Prompts, FAQ, and anything you might need are in the pinned post, but always feel free to shoot me a message or an ask <3 And, as a reminder, you don't have to contribute every day to contribute. Whether you want to create one fanwork or five, all are welcome.

If you're interested in getting further into some Legends or canon QuinObi content, I have a few recs below!

The Stark Hyperspace War comic (this has Quin and Obi-Wan's first meeting and mission together at thirteen, so it's their origin story of sorts!) Star Wars Republic #69-71 (This has more Quin and Obi-Wan friendship backstory, as well as Obi-Wan going in search of Quin during the Clone Wars so Quin, having gone deep undercover, can clear his name with the Jedi. They go on another mission. It's great stuff and really shows the depth of their relationship) Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #9 (a newer comic where Quin goes on a mission having to do with Dooku, and there are quite a few references to his friendship with Obi-Wan, as well as a surprise Obi-Wan via psychometry) (Quin is one of the main characters of the entire Star Wars Republic series from the early 2000s and I highly highly recommend checking those comics out generally. Lots of great Quin backstory and arc, and more than a few instances of Obi-Wan showing up and/or Quin's friendship with him being really important to both of them. You get to learn a lot about Quin, Aayla, and Tholme as a lineage, which is one of my favorite things about this series) Dark Disciple (this canon novel came out in 2015, and there is a lot of QuinObi content in it that made me really emotional. Aside from Ventress and Quin, Obi-Wan is the third main character, and his and Quin's relationship is one of the most important throughout).

#Getting excited y'all #QuinObi Week #Quinlan Vos #Obi-Wan Kenobi

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a-natural-illusion · 6 months ago

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Hello. My name is N.

There is a high probability that you know of me, whether that be from word of mouth, or because you were present for the reign of Team Plasma.

There are people who hurt Pokémon. But there are also people who love Pokémon, and who work with them as loyal partners. It is my hope that, one day, the Pokéball will be rendered obsolete. That humans and Pokémon will simply trust and help one another. But that world does not exist, yet. I hope that through this account I can show people the ideal future.

Not only that, but I hope that I will learn more of this world, as well. I have been living separately from Plasma for a few years now, but I'm still uneducated in the truths of our home.

Currently, I will be attending Blueberry Academy as both student and teacher. One of my dear friends recommended the idea, and I found it intriguing. I hope that my friends and I's presence won't be alarming.

If you have any questions, do not refrain from asking them.

Yo yo yo it's Lane from @the-drayster (That's the main blog) again! BUT! This time the blog is actually relevant to his. Both him and N are in the same universe. They sent N to BBA for socialization. He's getting foster dog'd.

Disclaimer!

This is an N blog. There will be some themes of child abuse, animal abuse, ableism, and cults. I will tag anything that I think is worthy of it, but I may not always catch everything. You are ALWAYS welcome to ask me to tag something.

There isn't a lot of important information you need to know to understand this. But, what is good to keep in mind will be put under this.

N is currently around 21-22 years old. In my little universe, the indigo disk takes place about two years after the events of B2W2. N was twenty in those games. He was eighteen in the original Unova games.

His main group of (human) friends are Hilbert and Hilda, Cheren, Bianca, and Iris. They are all about two years younger than him. The youngest compared to him is Iris, who is currently nineteen.

N has come a long ways from what Plasma has taught him, but he stills dislikes pokeballs. He is willing to use them, but only because they do make life generally a lot easier. He does still avoid it when possible, though. If he were to hear a pokemon that was caught unwillingly, there is a very high likelihood of him trying to free it.

N's only consistent pokemon are Zekrom and a young Zorua. This is not the same Zorua that he grew up with! This little guy's name is Pepper. Otherwise, N will use whatever willing pokemon are in the area. He only uses Pepper on rare occasions, or where he's sure she won't get hurt.

You're free to try and get angst out of him. I reckon it wouldn't be too difficult.

Pelipper mail is ON!

Sapient/legendary pokemon are VERY on! Like. This is literally the talk to pokemon guy. Feel free to interact.

Magic anons are OFF! (If you really wanna try something, shoot me a message, and I'll be happy to discuss.)

No NSFW period. There's a certain level of middle school humor type stuff I'll allow, but don't get weird about it. Please.

AND AS ALWAYS PLEASE SEND ASKS AND WHATNOT!!!!!!!!!!!! INTERACT!!!!!!!!

#pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pinned post

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nickandmayazine · 1 month ago

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This has been a tough case, but something tells me it’s time for a turnabout!

From power outages to losing a member of our mod team, we’ve hit a lot of unexpected snags since beginning this project. In true Phoenix and Maya fashion, the mods have been working to keep things on the rails despite these difficulties! However, we also understand that due to unexpected schedule changes, some of our accepted applicants might no longer be able to dedicate the time and energy required of them for this project.

Not to worry! Applications were reviewed a while ago, but the results haven’t changed. All accepted applicants will still have a spot in this project should they choose to accept it! But we also respect that some folks may not be able to follow through with working on a completely different schedule than the one they were looking at when they applied.

For these reasons, (as well as the recent wave of folks lamenting that they came in late!) we’ve decided to try something a little different and open up dedicated pinch-hitter applications!

Q&A:

I offered to be a pinch-hitter when I applied the first time. Should I apply again in case I’m not accepted? A: If you applied in our first round of applications and indicated you were willing to be a pinch-hitter, don’t worry about applying again! Our original applicants will be given first priority.

How will these applications work in comparison to regular zine applications? A: The application forms will be laid out very similarly to our regular contributor applications. If you think you loosely know what to expect from a zine application form, you won’t find anything surprising here. When do applications open? A: if you missed the dates indicated at the top of this post or are using a screen reader, pinch-hitter applications will open on December first and will close on December nineteenth.

Speaking of dates, we’ll be posting another update within the next 48 hours [EDIT: there is one last thing that needs to be confirmed before releasing our schedule, so the announcement will be posted later this Friday the 29th! regarding our updated schedule, as well as an official update regarding contributor results, so keep an eye out for that! If you have any further questions, feel free to either shoot us an ask or message us directly, and we’ll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible!

Thank you all for reading!

-The TBC team

#zine announcement

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 2 years ago

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(5eraphim) ok so- your choice of characters and how many, but who do you think would be the scariest when their jealous?

RATTI! I have actually wondered the exact thing. I’m assuming you meant yanderes so I’m actually really excited for this.

TW: Jealousy, Guns, breif mentions tourture, blackmail.

It’s in alphabetical order, I’ll specify ranks after entry. (MLA has screwed me up.) Sorry if it wasn’t too long, feel free to ask me to expand if you’d like!

Demoman: Tavish only really gets sassy when he’s jealous. He’s more likely to give his S/O the quiet treatment when jealous. If someone were trying to make him jealous however he’d use a well placed mine to get the message across. It’s nothing scary at all unless you don’t like being ignored. 3/10

Engineer: Engie is the guy who seethes in quiet. He doesn’t let a single person know his next move, much less what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s more than willing to put a peaceful resolve on an issue if he can but he doesn’t shake grudges. He gathers information, and could decimate a man’s entire image in one strategic move. It’s safe to say that Engie is rational and won’t jump to conclusions, but it he suspects you to be trying to make him jealous he’s terrifying. 8/10

Heavy: I can’t see Heavy instigating anything, his intimidation comes from his stature and that’s really what he uses. Misha hurts quite a bit when he feels jealous but the most it will translate to is a shove or another. It’s just enough to get his point across, but it’s not violent. At least not infront of his S/O. He might not be so forgiving if they’re not around. 6/10

Medic: Medic doesn’t even realize he’s jealous until his rhythm is thrown off, so it’s a bit of an emotional curveball. Medic will act spontaneously, but when he does it’s a punishment on either end. The one who made him jealous and his S/O. His punishments can be brutal and mentally scarring, those who made him jealous never make it out in one piece. 9/10

Pyro: Pyrovison be damned this man gets livid. Pyros intentions are clear from the moment he feels that pang in his chest. It’s not a sense of entitlement with Pyro. Its the need to protect, his S/O will not be hurt but god save the poor souls who made him feel like this. His approach is anything but friendly and is more akin to a predators stalking. Out of each of the mercs with their emotions Pyro is much more feeling of his and it definitely shows. 10/10

Scout: Scouts a very loud jealous person, and this comes across as looking cocky. He’s violent to the jackass who made him jealous and pouty to his S/O for ever giving that person the time of day. He’s whiny all around and won’t leave that argument without bruises, But each time hes made up his mind to kill the dude who did this. 5/10

Sniper: Chances are that it wasn’t even close to being intentional. If Mick is jealous he hasn’t ran off with you yet. But when he’s jealous mundy is the source of constant anxiety in his victims, making their life hell. That shot sure could have been a bulb going out, but do you think a normal person would take that risk. Mick relies on his position to invoke fear into his targets, but he wouldn’t injure them till he’s made up his mind. 8/10

Soldier: Soldiers jealousy is known to everyone on the base and he will attack out of the blue. He can be standing next to the person that made him jealous and will just pull out a gun to shoot them. His unpredictability has his teammates and those in public with a brain walking on eggshells. His fearsomeness comes from delusional and erratic behavior which makes him 7/10

Spy: While spy has had a lot of practice keeping his emotions inside, he’s also very passionate. Passionate to the point of confrontation and if that doesn’t work he’ll pull you from each and every person you hold dear. Long enough to get his point across, if this doesn’t work he places suspicion upon them for your abscesses. Effectively keeping them far far from you. He’s the second to last to resort to anything physical to prove himself. 5/10

#yandere Demoman #yandere engineer #yandere Heavy #yandere medic #yandere Pyro #yandere scout #yandere sniper #yandere soldier #yandere spy #yandere tf2

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deadlyroyalty · 6 months ago

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Period Sex | MDNI |

Relationship(s): Lisa Simpson/Nelson Muntz; Minor or Background Relationships

Character(s): Lisa Simpson, Nelson Muntz

WC: 4,078

Summary: She only notices the presence of him when his shadow casts over her face, blocking the warm light from the living room lamp. “Where’s your mom, Lis?” Nelson's voice is low and gruff as he strokes her cheek, looking down at her. “She wouldn’t have left you like this.”

CW: Aged-Up Characters (F16, M17), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, fluff and smut, smut, period sex, switch FMC and MMC, Consensual Underage Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Grinding, Aftercare, Underage Drinking, Birth Control Usage

A/N: This is my first Tumblr/AO3 One-Shot and it’s for my favorite fandom AND favorite ship. I love this ship with a passion, it is my version of Dramione. (PS: if anyone knows how to add images in a smaller size cause it’s always so big when I add them, comment or shoot me a message.)

Read on AO3 Here.

Image Creds: Pinterest

Lisa groans as she falls over the arm of her family's hideous orange couch, her arms clutching her stomach. She didn’t know when the ibuprofen she took would kick in but what she does know is that if Nelson doesn’t come over soon, she’ll probably die. She had just dug through every cabinet in the kitchen for anything even mildly appetizing but alas, she had eaten through all her seaweed chips and cruelty free chocolate bars. She had texted Nelson to pick her up rations from the Kwik-E-Mart almost an hour ago when he got off work but still nothing.

She picked up her phone and swiped up, only to be met with no new notifications. She whined and looked up at her beloved cat. “Snowball…” She cries and reaches her arms towards the black ball of fur on the opposing end of the couch. The cat perks up its head and looks at her with its electric green eyes, pupils near slits. Snowball II slowly stands and stretches before starting towards Lisa. The girls’ grimace breaks into a smile and she flexes her fingers, only for the cat to turn around in a circle and plop back town, now facing away from Lisa.

She whines again and cradles her stomach, curling up into a ball. She was so focused on her pain that she didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening nor the muffled, heavy stomps of her boyfriend's combat boots against the blue-ish carpet. She only notices the presence of him when his shadow casts over her face, blocking the warm light from the living room lamp. “Where’s your mom, Lis?” Nelson's voice is low and gruff as he strokes her cheek, looking down at her. “She wouldn’t have left you like this.” She doesn’t answer, just turns her head away from him

He kneels down on the floor and she hears the distinctive sound of a plastic bag being set against the side of the couch. “Come on, Lis.” He murmurs. “I know you can hear me.”

“She’s with my dad at a murder mystery party.” She tries to compact herself even smaller than she already is.

He hums, his finger still stroking her cheek. “And the dingus?”

“Millhouses'.”

Nelson’s finger wedges its way under her chin and tugs her face upwards. “I need you to look at me, sweetheart.”

She cracks open her eyes, making it so she can just make out Nelson’s face. His brown hair is messy and unorderly, something that used to always get on her nerves but now it's something she’s grown to love. His brown eyes are staring down at her, watching her with a look of concern and his cheeks are flushed pink from the chill of the outside world. And he has just the slightest bit of stubble, something that she loves to feel scratching her thighs when he eats her out- Curse her horny, period riddled mind.

“I got you what you asked for.” Nelson digs into the bag next to him on the floor and pulls out a handful of chocolate bars. “They didn’t have any of those veggie chips you like but I got you these corn nuts.” He pulls out another bag with a pepper on the top of the bag. “I know you like it on the spicier side.” She can see the smallest smile on his face.

“Thank you, Nelson.” She pushes herself up on the couch, no longer curled up in an uncomfortable ball and now able to see her handsome boyfriend who just went out of his way to bring her snacks and whatever else her hazy mind asked for, she couldn’t exactly remember.

“No problem, Lis. You know I love you.” He’s still kneeling on the ground beneath her. Nelson lifts her legs and kisses her ankle before setting her feet on the couch so she is now lying down. “Now, I’m going to get you a hot water bottle. Be a good girl and stay put, yeah?” He smiles down at her as he walks past her into the kitchen and she’d be lying if that smile he just gave her didn’t fill her stomach with butterflies, a brief but pleasant distraction from her cramps.

She rips open the bag of spicy corn nuts, immediately grabbing a handful and stuffing her mouth full of them. There's a fleece blanket thrown over the back of the couch which she tugs down onto of her. Lisa turns around when she hears Nelson humming, looking through the kitchen doorway she sees him standing in front of the electric tea kettle, prepping her hot water bottle. It's weirdly domestic, watching him do what he can to take care of her and she wouldn’t be lying if she were to say it wasn’t contributing to her current state of horniness.

“Hey Nelson.” She calls out.

“Yes, baby.” He responds along with the distinct sound of him pouring water.

“What do you want to watch?” She hums as he walks back into the room but not only with a hot water bottle, he’s also holding her mug which sports a snarky quote and is filled with what she assumes is tea.

“Whatever you want, Lis.” He plops down next to her, scaring Snowball II into jumping off the couch. The chuckle he lets out goes straight to her core. “Fucking chicken cat.” He murmurs. He throws his head back before turning to look at her. “I made you SleepyTime tea.”

She takes the bottle from him and holds it to her stomach, sighing as she feels the almost immediate effects of the heat. He leans over her and puts the tea on the side table, his large body hovering her makes her flush and when he pulls back, she's left in a cloud of his cologne. The scent of him calming her down immensely.

Nelson signs and runs his finger through his hair, looking at her with soft eyes. Then he looks down. “Lis, don’t fold your legs like that. You’ll get cramped.” His hands grip her legs for the second time that evening and pulls them over his lap. His hand massages her thigh, drawing patterns on her skin. He doesn’t look up at her as he speaks. “Now, what are we going to watch?”

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Nelson’s hand was still rubbing circles on her thigh an hour later as they watched whatever shitty rom-com they found and ended up deciding on, or whatever sounded best to her that he nodded along to. Lisa wasn’t even watching it anymore, her eyes were fixed on him. Snowball II was laying on top of her calves, which were on his lap; he couldn’t get up even if he tried. Nelson’s eyes were fixed on the TV, only occasionally flicking down to the purrying mass in his lap and when he did look at her, he gave her a crooked smile that made her swoon and if the room had enough light, he would’ve seen the tips of her ears turning pink.

“Nelson…” She mumbles, looking down at her lap.

He looks over at her, his tone surprisingly calm. “What do you need, Lis? Need a new hot water bottle? More tea?” She shakes her head and focuses on her fingers fiddling in her lap. “Can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” He applies more pressure to where he’s massaging her thigh.

“I’m horny.” She mumbles. She was rather embarrassed, they had never broached the topic of period sex before and she didn’t know what he would do.

Nelson pats Snowball II so the cat jumps off her legs and he picks up Lisa’s legs to scoot closer to her. Her thighs were now on his lap and one of his hands grasped hers while the other held her right leg, pressing him closer to her so she wouldn’t fall off the couch. “Speak up for me, Lis.” He was so close to her, she could smell the mint gum and cigarettes on his breath.

Lisa pulls her hands away from him and reaches up to cradle his jaw. “Nelson.” She whispers again and stokes his jaw with her thumb. He hums, watching her with soft eyes.

She pulls him into a kiss and he lets out a strangled noise of surprise before leaning into her, letting her guide him, something rather rare in their relationship when it comes to bedroom relations. His hand reaches up to the nape of her neck, cradling it. She moves her hands from his jaw so one is resting on his chest and the other grabs the one on her upper leg. She maneuvers them, not once breaking the kiss, so that she is now straddling him with a hand on his chest and the other cupping his jaw. Nelson’s hands are on her hips, giving her complete control.

When she finally releases him from her grasp and breaks away, panting, his pupils are blown wide. “Wow Lis, that was…” He trails off and she smirks before leaning down to kiss his jaw and neck, nipping at him.

Nelson sinks back into the couch with a low moan as she sucks just below his ear. His hand on her hip goes to bury itself in her hair, pulling her away from his neck. “What’s gotten into you, sweet thing?”

He watches as her fingers fiddle with the collar of his vest. “I just want you.” She murmurs. “I want you to make me forget about the fact that my uterus is slowly killing me from the inside out.” She has a soft smile on her face as he chuckles.

“Whatever you want, baby. All you had to do was ask.” He pulls her back into a breathtaking kiss and bucks his hips up into her, she moans into his mouth. Lisa grinds back down onto his growing erection beneath her.

He easily lifts her, one hand buried in her hair and the other under her ass, holding her up. Both of her hands were on his jaw and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Effortlessly, he makes his way through the house, something he’s done possibly a hundred times and now doing it without breaking away from his girlfriend is something he can do with ease. When going up the stairs, she moans each time she bounces against him, her clit catching on the seam of her pajama pants.

He kicks open her bedroom door, setting her down on the bed as he leans over her. Lisa’s legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist. His hand on her hips goes to start pushing down her fuzzy pants, covered in a pattern of chemical equations. “Wait.” She breaks their kiss for the first time not to get hair and puts her hand on his chest.

“What is it, Lis?” He hums. “You need to stop?”

“No, I just need to take out my…” Her cheeks flush but he pulls back.

“Go Lis. I’ll still be here when you get back.” He lets her legs fall from around his waist and kneels on the floor. When she walks by him towards the door, he smacks her ass.

“Nelson!” She squeals as she bolts towards the door.

“Be quick, Lis.” He groans. “I don’t think I can wait very long.” Lisa giggles and gives him one last sultry look before heading towards the bathroom.

She makes quick work of sitting down and pulling out her tampon, not wanting to postpone his pleasure or hers any longer. She then reaches for cleansing wipes, she knows Nelson probably wouldn’t care if her inner thighs looked like a crime scene but as this was their first time having period sex, she wanted to look presentable, hoping that it would ease her embarrassment. Before she leaves the bathroom, she grabs the darkest colored towel she can find. Lisa may be horny but she will not ruin her freshly washed sheets.

When she enters her bedroom again, she is met with the sight of her boyfriend laid out on her bed, fully nude. She could probably have an orgasam just from looking at him, he was an Adonis.

“What are you doing?” She laughs.

“What? Don’t you like seeing your boyfriend all laid out, just for you?” He teases. “Now come here, Lis.” Nelson pats his lap.

She smiles at him as she slips out of her pants and starts walking towards him, tossing off her tank top in some random corner of her room. “Put this under you.” She tosses the towel at his face.

“Anything you want, baby.” He gives her a crooked grin and slips the towel under his crotch, making sure it covers any possible areas that could be subjected to the mess they were going to make.

Lisa climbs up onto her bed and crawls towards him. “Anything?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Like I said Lis, whatever you want.” He watches her with soft eyes as she straddles him, his cock resting between her folds. She leans down so their lips are barely brushing against each other. “You heard me Lis, use me. ” He says against her lips. “Take what you need from me, baby.”

Lisa kisses him, she’s never felt more turned on by a man in her life. She grinds down on his dick, it slides easily through her cunt and over her clit with eaze due to the blood seeping from her hole. Whenever the tip of his erection catches on her nub, they both moan into each other's mouths. “What are you waiting for, Lis?” He was already more impatient than her.

She chuckled against his lips. “So desperate.” She coos. “Beg.”

Nelson laughed at her demanding tone. She was never the one making demands, he never let her do so unless it was a special occasion and even then, it was rare. “Okay Lis.” He says under his breath. “Please, baby. You feel so good, I want to be inside you. I want to feel you clenching around me.” He groans when she stops moving, the lack of stimulation on his shaft driving him insane.

His hands grip her hips tightly as she lifts herself up, her hand wrapping around him and giving it a few pumps. Lining his dick up with her entrance, she sinks down onto him. No matter how many times they had sex, no matter how many times he was inside of her, it was always a stretch. She let out a whimper at the feeling of him opening her up once more.

“Nelson!” Lisa cries as she bottoms out.

“There you go, baby.” His thumb rubs circles on her pelvic bones. “Soak my dick in your slick and blood.”

That shouldn’t have gone straight to her core, it was perverted and dirty, something she should’ve hit him on the arm for but she couldn’t care less. His deep husky voice turned her on too much, he could’ve said anything to her and it would’ve gone straight to her cunt.

“I don’t-” She stutters. “I don’t think I can-”

“Take your time, Lis.” He hums. “We don’t want you overexerting yourself, now do we?” His tone was condescending, he knew she wouldn’t last long on top.

Lisa takes in a deep breath, she knows he doesn’t believe she can do this, top him. She slowly raises herself till just the tip remains inside her before dropping back down in one go. Nelson chokes on air. “Holy shit.”

She smirks. “Aw, can’t take it.” She mocks him.

His eyes are fixed on where they’re connected, watching she fucks herself on his dick. Her fluids coating him completely, some of it dripping onto the towel below. He throws his head back onto her quilted duvet. “Don’t test me, Lis.” He groans. “We both know I won’t hesitate to pin you to this bed and fuck you till you can’t talk.”

She throws her head back and moans. She would love for him to do that, fuck her dumb so she can no longer focus on her cramps. “Yeah, you’d like that, baby?” He coos, gripping her hips tightly. “All you gotta do is ask.”

She doesn’t say anything, continuing to fuck herself on his shaft. She doesn’t want to admit that she is starting to get tired, that her legs are starting to become sore. This is probably one of the only times she’ll get to ride him with her being in control and she wants to take full advantage before he, inevitably, takes control which will probably be any second now as he starts bucking his hips up into hers. His hips meet hers when she drops back down and you can hear the sound of her thighs hitting his.

Nelson’s hand comes to rest on her lower back and the other comes to settle on her nape, pulling her face down to kiss him. Their lips are barely touching before his tongue is nearly down her throat, Lisa is moaning into his mouth and while she’s distracted, he flips them so she is now beneath him, her hips resting against the towel. Gravity acts all too fast and she quickly feels her blood and slick sliding down her ass and beneath her.

“Fuck Nelson.” She groans against his lips. Her hands are resting on his shoulders, nails digging into him.

“Yeah?” He mocks her. “Tell me how good you feel right now, Lis.” She's babbling and her cheeks are painted pink. Embarrassed, she buries her face in his neck. “Aw baby.” His hand holds her back and the other rubs circles on her hip. “I’ve fucked you dumb, haven’t I?” His hand slides over to rest just above her cunt, letting his thumb flick across her clit.

She claws at his back, leaving thin, red lines down his back as she moans and whines various curse words and the broken name of her lover. She can feel that knot in her slowly wind itself up, the tension soon becoming unbearable. “I-” She tosses her head back on the bed. “I’m…” The word ‘cumming’ is just on the tip of her tongue but she just can’t seem to push it out. Her hands grip his hair tightly, tugging and pulling him down to her and kissing him like there is no tomorrow.

When her climax hits, Lisa clenches and spasms around his cock. Nelson isn’t far behind her. It isn’t hard when all he can hear is her calling out his name and her sweet sounds tumbling loosely from her lips. His hips stutter in his patterned thrusts and he groans as he spills himself inside her. Like her, all he can think of saying is her name. He fucks them through their respective orgasams, making sure her spasms steadily die out before he collapses on top of her. She massages his scalp and he presses his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. She lets out weak whines, barely able to have any cognitive function.

Lisa is still basking in the post-orgasam glow when Nelson pulls out of her, letting all of the fluids that had accumulated inside of her gush out all over the towel. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of being left empty, not wanting the pain of her period to return to her.

The world around her is muted, she can just make out the sound of him moving around her room and the house. She jolts when there is a coldness on her leg and a kiss on her inner thigh. “Come back to me Lis.” He mumbles. “Can’t have you passing out so soon. I don’t know how to put one of these things in.” He chuckles lowly and she feels the unmistakable tube of a tampon placed next to her on the pillow.

She groans, and reaches up blindly, her hand feeling around her pillow until it firmly grasps the plastic. She waits until he's finished wiping up their mess of mixed fluids from between her thighs before slowly spreading her legs. It was his turn to groan as she subsequently spread her folds and gave him the perfect view of her stretched hole. She opens one eye just enough to watch his expression as she slips the tampon inside herself. If her mind wasn’t hazy, she would’ve thought he came right then and there.

“Nelson, baby, can you get out a pair of my panties for me?” Her voice is seductive and soft.

Nelson stammers and stutters as he’s broken out of the trance she’s put him in. “Uh-yeah… Yeah, of course, Lis.”

When she hears her dresser drawer open she calls out. “Black, preferably.”

The soft material slipped onto her legs. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Now lift your hips.”

She lifted her pelvis and let him slip the cotton move up over her legs till it was covering her core and she murmured out gratitudes. When he pulled back, he was in awe; her blonde hair was in a short halo around her head and her arms were up over her head, one gripping the pillow and the other was haphazardly thrown to her right.

“You’re an angel.” His voice was soft and he wasn’t even sure that her clouded mind heard him. But when her lips pulled into a smile, he knew that she heard him. Nelson rested his hands on his hips and sighed, talking under his breath. “Guess it’s my turn.” He looked around the room, trying to remember where he’d tossed his gray boxers before he’d given Lisa an eyeful.

When he finally found them, he tugged them up his legs before easing them over his sensitive length. He let out a small hiss at the feeling of the fabric over the tender area. “Sweetheart, I’m going to grab a few things, ‘kay?” She let out a small sound of affirmation.

Whenever he spoke to her after sex, he dumbed everything down for her. In her normal state, she would’ve been outraged but she was so out of it that she liked it. In fact it caused her to let out a giddy giggle. Lisa hadn’t even noticed that he’d vacated the room.

Her senses started to trickle back into her mind and she slowly pushed herself upright against her silk covered pillows. As she went to pull the covers up over her chest, Nelson’s shirt on the floor caught her eye. It slipped easily over her head and she nuzzled into it, inhaling his scent as immediate comfort washed over her. Only then did Lisa pull the covers up over her chest and under her armpits. She let her hands rest, clasped, on her lap as she waited for his return.

She could hear his stomps coming up the stairs before she could see him. He had the hot water bottle under his arm, a mug in one hand, and a can in the other. His eyes raked over the vague form of her body. “You always look amazing in my clothes, baby.” He placed her mug and a small pill down on her night stand. “Tea and plan B for the morning. I don’t really know how all that works.” He made a chaotic gesture towards her abdomen. “But I don’t feel like riskin’ it.”

She nods in understanding, catching her cat slinking into the room just as Nelson shuts the door. Then when her eyes flick back to him she makes a face. “My dad’s not gonna like the fact you took one of his beers.” Lisa says as she watches him crack open the can.

Nelson’s face broke out into a grin. “Yeah well, what does he like?” He shrugged. “Cause he sure as hell doesn’t like me.”

He came around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the duvet and sheets. Lisa looked up at him with a look of general anguish. “He likes you, he just doesn’t…” She realized she had no way of ending that sentence.

He slid into the bed next to her, tossing an arm around her over the pillows. “Exactly.”

She became flustered and started sputtering. “You know what I mean.”

“Of course I do Lis.” She could hear the smile in his tone as he pulled her into his side. “Now, relax baby. You deserve it.” They would definitely have to do this again.

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#the simpsons #lisa simpson #nelson muntz #lisa simpson x nelson muntz #fluff #smut #fluff and smut #nelisa

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meatriarch · 10 months ago

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MEATRIARCH OVERVIEW.

m'kay so -- mostly putting this together as both a quick look for new faces & a lil' refresher for those who've been following for a while but also as a general overview on not just how i run things but also on my muses, their portrayals, some blog updates, and so on! ♡ meant for clarity & hopefully ensure there's no confusion about certain things i may mention on the dash but always feel free to shoot me a message / ask for anything further! ♡

MARIA AURORA FLORES.

starting off with my main girl, my pride & joy, my sunshine incarnate. i write maria as someone very warm & with a whole mess of love to shower on those she cares about. she is achingly sweet, doting, affectionate; she adores her friends, adores her mama & sister, has a complicated relationship with her father. i've done quite a bit to flesh her out beyond what gun's put out for her in the slightest & i love where she's grown over the months since adding her onto the roster. she is my main / primary muse -- so know i constantly yap and ramble about her, i have headcanons and lore posts sprinkled all over the blog & the archived blog. i love & adore her as a muse and she's become both incredibly special to me & easily one of my absolute favorite characters to write as. that being said, with how much i've added to her, i view my portrayal of her as more oc at this point than a character of gun -- unfridged my girl, yanked her away from them and took off with her lmao alot of what i've built with her was both greatly helped by the dynamics weaved together with my affiliates / mains' portrayals which i'll get to later on ♡ but know some things may not carry over into interactions between my maria & any duplicates of my affiliates' muses!

ANA FLORES.

i haven't gone through much writing for ana yet -- but know when i do speak of ana in a general sense on here? i am specifically referring to my own ana & my personal flores' family lore! if i refer to other ana's in future posts i'll most likely note so either by, for example, ' renee's ana ' or if its to that point in plotting, then with a dynamics tag on the post! otherwise assume when i'm yapping about ana in general i'm referring to my own portrayal of her by default! c: ( note that all you cute ana mutuals are still more than welcome to interact with posts about her / her & maria / the flores' ♡ just something to keep in mind if i refer to her in a general sense in posts! )

DANNY ALEJO - OSORIO.

ya'll may know our just some guy danny by gun's canon of him -- danny gaines. the danny here however is technically my own portrayal of danny gaines that i developed before he was officially dropped & we got his last name. should i interact with others writing danny gaines? i'm completely gucci with considering my danny & gaines as entirely separate characters!

* correction : i now consider danny to be entirely severed from guns danny gaines and is, now, an oc fully. he is entirely his own character. otherwise, the speedrun of danny is as follows : danilo alejo-osorio is mexican-colombian, befriended maria in their early teens. he comes from a broken family with a very fractured & a.busive father, his mother returned to colombia and started another family there believing he'd have a better life staying in the states. he went through a very rough period hanging with a real shitty crowd of so-called friends, got into a shitton of fights, broke into homes and businesses with them, stole shit, broke shit, just in general not great influences. a break-in went wrong, his "friends" scattered, and he was arrested when the police showed up, and spent time in juvie for it. none of those friends ever came by. his father didn't, none of his family did. maria, her mother and ana, instead, were his constant visitors. and it was her coming to see him, her encouragement and push for him to do better is what finally made him realize he needed to turn his shit around. at the point of maria going missing & the house, danny's going to trade school by the southern coast for ship & underwater welding courses & training. he & maria are best friends. he is her ride, die, kill. gun noted once upon a time how strong dannys' devotion to her is -- my danny is very much devoted to her. he would kill for her without hesitation -- and not in his dire au's, even, but just in general. danny would do anything for those he cares about. any of the friendgroup.

THE FLORES FAMILY.

my personal take / lore is as follows basically : papa flores ( ramón ignacio ) & mama flores ( carmen ainara ) were long-term sweethearts whose marriage and little family seemed perfectly ideal. however, the closer that their eldest daughter, maria, got to her teen years, the sicker carmen started to become. she attempted to keep it under wraps, hush-hush from the girls' to not worry or scare them. but she was diagnosed with a lung disease ( p.ulmonary f.ibrosis fingerguns @ silver for same braincell lmao ) that is considered ( esp in the 70s likely ) to be terminal. while the girls' weren't aware of her being ill to that degree, ramon fully was. and the stress of coming to terms with his wife being sick and finding out that she may eventually pass due to it, so he claims, "caused" him to start an affair. carmen does find out, and ramon removes himself from the flores' family home to move in with his affair partner. maria, being forgiving and more gentle-hearted compared to ana, attempted to still paint him in a positive light so that ana wouldn't resent him. tried to give him the benefit of the doubt -- that he at least still did love them all. that he'd keep the promises to still be active in their lives, still show up when he said he would -- however, there's only so many excuses, so many promises broken, so many calls never ringing through, before that hope crumbles. ana would witness both her mother & maria deal with their fathers' heartbreak through closed bedroom doors, and it'd only make her despise him more for it. when maria later goes missing, ramon returns to try and help in whatever ways he can -- and ana is very unreceptive to him being there. he lost his chance in her eyes to play "dad" to them. and she makes it known clearly to him how much she resents him and reminds him he's got no place in their family, anymore. that he's there ONLY to help find maria and not to expect shit from any of them.

THE HEWITTS & THE SAWYERS.

by default, i say a giant fuck you to the difference in continuity's when it comes to the family! i write the hewitt's as an extension of the sawyer ( or, slaughter ) family tree. the hewitts & sawyers connected when luda mae married charlton hewitt sr. luda, in my personal canon, was born into the family through one of grandpa sawyers' many kids' he's taken in over his long-fuckin'-ass lifespan lmao alot of the family dynamics that are my canon here stem from lamb & i's back & forths. i find blending the various iterations of the family -- from originals to remakes etc -- as all just extended families to each other alot easier to work around and opens the door to more interactions with canons' from other versions of tcsm! c: i'm currently slow-piecing together a family tree of the hewitt-sawyers based on that blended concept. to the sawyers, luda is referred to by aunt or grandma ( sometimes ma luda, even ) and thomas is referred to as cousin tommy.

THOMAS & THE TITLE OF "L.EATHERFACE".

i was going to make this its own post but i'll add to this one instead. but with the idea of the hewitts & sawyers being just on massive family unit? of course there's the question of how the fuck do both thomas & bubba ( or other iterations of LF ) work then? i'd argue its primarily due to the fact that those who don't personally know them both don't know their actual names, and simply refer to them by the most notable feature -- the masks. with my thomas, yes, he does take faces of victims and he does wear them. however. thomas' skin condition -- flesh-eating disease / tumor growths on his face -- is why he wears his animal-leather half-mask. that half mask is his primary mask. he is almost always wearing that or varying versions of it. when thomas DOES skin someones' face to wear? it is almost always out of rage. hatred. it's done to intimidate. to unsettle. its from back in september but, one of my thomas' replies to kels notes this about thomas! the masks of both animal & human leather are still very much a part of thomas as i write him -- but, when it comes to the hewitt-sawyers being one family unit & thomas & bubba co-existing? "l.eatherface" becomes a title in a sense -- two giant motherfuckers who wear masks?? they get confused for one another. despite thomas being arguably much larger both being beefy & being 6'9 compared to bubba. they both don't really stray far from home. how often do outsiders get a chance to see them both separately let alone close to one another? likely not a common sight. it'd be very easy to spot one of them and then assume they are one in the same, honestly. that's how i go about things here, at least! it ties into more, again, of the back-&-forths lamb & i have minecrafted especially but, i'm all for altering that for specific interactions for those who don't want to meddle with all of that! (:

NANCY.

spooky momther will retain what her abilities have grown into by my personal headcanons across the board! however there are certain points to how i portray her that, from any posts about her i've made, are tied into lamb's johnny and so know that there will be differences in how she may be with other johnnys! i'm all ears to how different nancy & johnny's relationship can turn out! if theres anything i feel overlaps with other dynamics of theirs, i will let you know and we can work something else out c:

GENERAL PORTRAYAL NOTE.

mentioned it already but : all muses here are very heavily canon-divergent & built out from their canon lore by my own brainrot going wild with them all. with that in mind, i do just about consider each of my portrayals of these muses as my own oc's at this point with how much i've added onto them / built them up from literal nothing like in maria's case. i'm more than happy to either adapt how i write any of them to better fit into anyone elses' takes! and i'm more than happy to welcome more into the brainrot that i've minecrafted with the flores' or the hewitt-sawyers etc! that's something to come from plotting however! if we haven't really spoken ooc / etc then i default to a more general vision of the characters for the time being. i'm all up for taking different routes with new writing partners so please don't be shy about reaching out! c: if theres anything that conflicts with pre-existing personal lore of mine or is too similar to plots or dynamics i have already, i'll let you know and try to offer alternatives!

AFFILIATE PORTRAYALS & RELATED AU'S.

i have a few writing partners who i am affiliated with & with their respective tcsm canon muses. kels' leland, rae's connie, & lamb's johnny -- when i refer to leland/lee or connie or johnny in general on my posts, do know i am specifically referring to their portrayals as my general lore across my blog takes their muses & the dynamics built between them into account ♡ like i mentioned in ana's lil section, i'll start to make note in posts when i am referring to duplicate johnnys / lelands / connie's / etc for when im mentioning others' portrayals specifically! by default though i am always referring to my affiliates' portrayals when i post c: just wanted to clarify that though in case it was at all confusing or unclear ♡ affiliate verses here are as follows so far : - cold case ( cc / maria's dire au ; with lamb's johnny ) - no one saved you / we saved us ( nosy / wsu / maria & leland's joint dire au ; with kels' leland & lamb's johnny ) - oath binded ( maria & johnny's red string & reincarnation au / with lamb's johnny ) and then the still babiest dire au for my danny, - choke chained ( with lamb's johnny ). these verses, for me, are strictly worked with lamb ( & with kels for nosy/wsu ) -- meaning i'm not writing in them or doing similar au's with other portrayals of johnnys or lelands! again in case i haven't been clear on it before and it causes any confusion or anything! ♡

MARIA & JOHNNY.

i am not going to be shipping maria in any romantic / intimate sense nor am i open to any prolonged captive plots & interactions with other portrayals of johnny sawyer. those types of dynamics & interactions i've decided from this point on to close that for my maria to lamb's johnny ( @johnnysslaughter ) ♡ there has been a lot of plotting & build up between my portrayal of maria & lamb's portrayal of johnny and their varying dynamics across verses / au's and their different trajectories. and because of how many different iterations of their dynamic has been pieced together, i personally am not going to be taking other plots / dynamics with other johnny's that fall under the same umbrella as the dynamic between our maria & johnny do -- again meaning, i personally won't be shipping romantically / intimately nor will I take on plots that run parallel to cold case / no one saved you re: maria being taken captive for a prolonged period of time with other johnnys. alot of this decision on my part is very much due to how much we have developed them together -- another big part of it is my trust & comfort level with lamb to explore those dynamics between maria & johnny. this doesn't mean we are exclusive to one anothers' portrayals -- i am happy to write with other johnny's! and lamb is welcome to interact with other maria's! but from this point onward, i will only ship maria & johnny with lamb. ♡

#[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * psa.#just to offer some clarity and to update in a sense how i run things / how my portrayals go / etc etc here!! esp for the newer faces c:#esp with how i personally structure the family in my baseline canon across the blog. bc i feel some may get confused why #i talk about the hewitts as being part of the family despite being a different iteration of them c:#i may either add onto / do an additional post at another time if i remember things i forgot to note but. for now this is fine lmao #it went longer than i intended to anyways-

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keiththecat · 1 year ago

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Admissible (Part Four)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: Here's part four! Hope you're enjoying so far! Feel free to message me if you have any questions or concerns about anything. Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

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Dean insists on taking care of Mick’s body, saying you should help Claire because you’ll be better at “the feelings thing.” Once you explain everything, Claire has calmed down and seems to be coping well, all things considered. You drive her back to her house, leaving her with your phone number in case she needs anything in the future. You return your ‘borrowed’ car with a full tank of gas as a silent thanks. You and Dean arrive back at the motel around the same time.

“Your head feeling okay?” You ask Dean as you are walking together toward your rooms.

“Eh,” he shrugs, “nothing a drink and some sleep won’t fix.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, watching him open the door to their room before you enter your own. You check your room, making sure your protections are still in place. You undress and take a long, hot shower, letting the water massage away your tensions. What was I thinking, hugging Dean like that? I’m sure my feelings are the last thing either of them need. After drying and dressing in your pajamas, you crawl into bed and let unconsciousness take you.

You and both Winchesters are in the Impala driving back down Industrial Road, pulling off on the side of the road where you found Dean and Mick last night. He pulls over to the side of the road, the three of you getting out of the car and heading toward the trees.

“Right over here,” Dean says, leading the way. Sam is close behind him, with you in the rear.

You hear a twig snap behind you. You spin around and your eyes scan the trees, seeing no movement and no threats. You hear nothing, not even wildlife. That’s never a good sign. You stare for a few more breaths, eyes wide and scanning. You turn back around to continue following the brothers, but you don’t see them.

“Guys?” you call out.

You hear a thud to your left and spin in response, and your blood instantly chills. Dean is propped against the base of a tree, his throat slit and crimson soaking his shirts. “Dean!” You rush over, dropping to your knees in front of him and pressing your hand against his neck. The blood is barely flowing. You check for a heartbeat but find nothing. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sam?” you call out. “Where are you?” You get up, remove your silver knife from its holster, and look around for any sign of whatever did this to Dean.

You hear another thud, behind you this time, and you turn around. Sam is leaning against a tree, his throat appears freshly slit. His hands are holding his throat and his eyes are wide, looking at you in panic. “No!” You rush over, dropping your knife and placing your hands on top of his. He slides down the tree until he’s sitting and you drop down with him, keeping your hands pressed against his. “Help! Someone, please!” You scream, hoping you can hold him together long enough to get help. “Please!”

Your eyes shoot open and you sit up, startled by the sound of your door being kicked down. Sam enters first, Dean behind him, both with guns drawn and searching for the threat. They register your red eyes and tears running down your face, and they lower their guns. Your heart is pounding and you are gasping for air, but the world seems to be moving at a snail’s pace. “Y/N?” Sam asks.

You wordlessly get out of bed and rush over to Sam, burying your face against his chest and wrapping an arm around him, grasping his shirt in your fist. Your other hand reaches out, grabbing Dean’s arm and gripping him tight.

Sam’s arms wrap around you, “You’re okay, Y/N. It was a nightmare. We’ve got you.”

Dean silently places his hand on top of your hand that lies on his arm.

“I need you to breathe with me, Y/N,” Sam says. “Try to match me.” He takes measured breaths and you do your best to mirror him. You all stand like this, Sam taking deep breaths and you hiccuping out stuttered ones, for what feels like hours but is mere minutes. They’re here. They’re real and breathing and alive and here.

Dean pats your shoulder comfortingly, then taps his brother’s shoulder and tips his head toward you, not wanting to rush you but wanting Sam to take initiative.

Sam pulls back a little, keeping his arms around you but looking down at you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head no. Absolutely not, I can’t tell you it was about you two. We’ve barely just met. I can’t admit that I have feelings for you.

“Okay, that’s okay, Y/N,” Sam reassures you. “Do you want to come to our room for the rest of the night?”

You nod and pull away from Sam’s embrace reluctantly. You grab your phone and room key, figuring you can gather the rest of your belongings in the morning. Dean leads the way to their room, your eyes wide and scanning for threats, and Sam walking behind you with his hand hovering near your lower back. You reach back, grab Sam’s hand, and pull him up beside you before letting go, wanting to keep both Winchesters in your sight. He looks confused and concerned but doesn’t question you.

Once you are all inside their room, you scan for their defenses, noticing the salt lines around the windows and door. You deem that sufficient, expecting to stay awake for the remaining hours until morning. Dean makes his way to his bed, glancing at you with a question in his eyes but silence on his lips. You give him a nod, mouth tight. He nods in return, understanding passing between you, and crawls under the covers to get a few more hours of sleep.

You station yourself on a chair at the table, angling the seat so you can see both beds and the door. You pull your feet up onto the chair and fold your legs underneath you. Sam, who has been hovering halfway between your chair and his bed, seems to be debating something internally.

“I’m okay, Sam,” you say quietly. “Get some more sleep.” You give him what you hope is a convincing smile but you know is likely more of a grimace.

He looks at you, his hazel eyes searching your red-rimmed ones, determining how much he wants to fight your lie. He goes over to his bag, pulls out a book, and sits in the chair opposite you. He opens his book and starts to read silently.

Hours pass with you and Sam sitting, your eyes alert and scanning from the door to the window and back, and his eyes scanning the pages in front of him. The calming melody of Dean’s light snores and even breathing is occasionally broken up by the turning of pages. Eventually Sam rests his book on the table in front of him, holding the pages open with one hand and placing his other on the table, palm up and resting between you. You look at him for a moment, questioning, but he continues reading as if nothing has changed. You lean back in your chair, curl one arm across your abdomen, and place your other hand into his. He immediately interlocks your fingers, but does not acknowledge you otherwise, continuing to read.

You take this opportunity to study him. The slope of his nose, his focused eyes. His eyebrows that minutely twitch along with his thoughts as he consumes the words on the pages in front of him. The few moles that adorn his face. His cupid’s bow and pink lips. His square and defined jaw. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to run your fingers along his features. Or your lips…

You blink several times, redirecting your attention to the window and the start of the sunrise. Sam lightly massages your thumb with his, making it seem like the most natural thing in the world.

Dean starts to stir, grunting as he sits up and stretches. Sam keeps hold of your hand, not even glancing up at his brother, “Morning.”

Dean grunts in response, getting out of bed and rubbing his eyes as he walks to the bathroom. You pull your hand away from Sam’s, rubbing both hands on your legs as you stand. “Well, I’ll, um… I’ll head back over to my room and gather my things. So I can be ready when you guys want to leave.”

Sam closes his book, looking at you and nodding, “Yeah, um, okay. Sounds good.”

You nod, leaving their room and going back to your own, changing out of your pajamas and into jeans and a tee. You pack all of your things, checking and double checking that you got everything. The rest of the morning is as boring as hunters can ever hope to have, and conversations are kept to a minimum. You check out of your rooms and have breakfast at the same diner as yesterday, the brothers automatically going to the corner booth this time. Dean drives the three of you back to the bunker, and you manage to drift off into dreamless sleep at some point during the ride. The Impala being shut off inside the bunker’s garage is what wakes you. Time for goodbye, I guess.

You all get out of the car, and you rub your eyes to brush away any remnants of sleep. “Well boys, it’s been fun,” you say, grabbing your bags from the Impala and turning toward your car, intending to put your bags inside before saying your goodbyes. “Thanks for all the help.”

Dean had noticed how his brother acted around you. He would be stupid not to. He saw how Sam looked at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, how quickly Sam jumped into action when they heard your screams the night before, and how a massive weight seemed to be lifted from Sam’s shoulders after he spent hours with you that first night. But he also knew that Sam would most likely let you walk away right now, even though he currently looks like someone kicked his puppy because you’re walking away. Dean knows his brother doesn’t believe himself to be worthy of love anymore with everything they have been through. He knows Sam sees himself as too damaged and thinks he has too much baggage. Dean also suspects that you probably feel the same about yourself because that’s how most hunters are: self-sacrificing and self-hating. But he noticed how taken you are with his brother, how you ran into Sam’s arms last night, how you held his hand this morning. Dean held out hope all day that another case would make its way to you all, but he decides in this moment that he has to be the reason you stick around, has to be the reason Sam and you can have a chance at whatever this may turn into.

Dean speaks up, “You should stick around, Y/N. We have plenty of room here. And it has been nice having someone to watch my back besides Sammy.”

You have to admit that even without your blossoming crush on the tallest Winchester, it would be nice to be around people for once. The most human interaction you get nowadays is talking to victims’ families. You turn around to face the brothers, “does this mean I have to wear cool plaid shirts, too?”

Dean laughs, “only if you want to.”

Both brothers are looking at you. You think you can see a small amount of hope, almost begging, in Sam’s eyes. “Alright,” you say, “I’ll stick around if you’ll have me.”

It’s minute, but you swear Sam perks up at this. Dean pats his brother on the shoulder, “Sammy here can give you a tour and help you pick a room. I’m gonna give Baby a tune up.”

With that, you and Same leave Dean in the garage, and you follow Sam as he leads you on a tour of the massive bunker. You pick a bedroom down the hall from Dean’s and across the hall from Sam’s, figuring that’s where you will feel safest. Sam tells you that you are welcome to explore on your own if you want, and says the bunker is warded and safe. You place your bags on the floor next to your bed, planning to unpack later. You leave Sam at his room, and you wander around for a bit, losing track of time until your stomach protests. You make your way back through the winding hallways, finding the kitchen. Dean is sitting there, eating a sandwich and greets you with a nod before continuing to scroll on his phone.

“Food up for grabs?” You ask.

He nods, so you set about making yourself a sandwich, sitting beside him at the table to eat. “Mind if I ask you a question?” you ask between bites.

He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, so you take this as permission to continue, “you don’t seem like the type to bring more people on. From what I’ve heard, it’s you and your brother against the world. So why me?”

He watches you with an intense gaze, sitting back in his chair. “Honestly?” He asks. You nod. He continues, “you’re a damn good hunter. Bobby isn’t the only one talking about how skilled you are. Not much is said about your past or how you got into hunting, but everyone we’ve talked to says you’re better than the rest. Plus, I’m pretty sure my brother has a thing for you.” He shrugs, “you’d be good for him.”

You squint your eyes at him skeptically, “okay, I know you can tell how I feel about him. How do I know you’re not just messing with me?”

He gives you a bitchface. “Come on, Y/N. I don’t usually do the touchy-feely stuff. I’m doing both of us a favor here.”

“Why though?”

He sighs, throwing his head back. “See, this is why I usually keep to myself.” He looks back at you. “I’m trying to be a good brother. He likes you, you like him. He’s a good guy, you seem alright. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Yeah, uh, maybe. Thanks, Dean.”

He gets up, and pats your shoulder on his way by, “don’t mention it.” He turns to face you in the doorway, “seriously. Don’t.” He points at you, then leaves.

You eat your sandwich in silence, trying to think of the best way to see if Dean is right about Sam. Your cell rings, showing an unknown number, and you answer, “hello?”

There are several seconds of silence, followed by a voice that your ears pick up but the words sound as if they come from inside your head, “Vedimus te. Venimus ad vos,” followed by the dial tone. Chills run down your spine, your blood ice cold in your veins.

We see you. We are coming for you.

Part Five

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iammistressofmyfate · 1 year ago

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HI I NEED 33 FOR THE SPICY PROMPTS, PLEASE AND THANK YOU 😘

Ohhhhh! OKAY!!! I have never written anything like this before so here goes nothin'! I hope you like it and thank you for the request, friend!!! 🥰🥰

33. Porn/Sex Tape

(Sweet... but also spicy 🔥)

[Kinky/Spicy Prompts]

Ronan held up his phone, tongue between his teeth, a little smile teasing his lips as he watched Adam across the room on his screen. He was naked, toweling his hair off after they’d run in from the sudden summer storm that had just hit them.

He was all lovely, elegant lines of wiry muscle and Ronan could watch him like this all day, every day.

Thunder rumbled in the distance but Ronan wasn’t paying it any mind, his attention completely on Adam. Adam sighed, pulling the towel from his head, his dusty colored hair all mussed, and damp. He turned his head to look at Ronan, brows furrowing.

“Are you filming me?” he asked, covering himself with the towel, and Ronan laughed, looking at Adam over the top of his phone. He didn’t say anything, letting his eyes slide back down to his screen.

“What the fuck, Lynch?! Stop!” Adam grumbled, throwing something at Ronan, which Ronan dodged, laughing some more.

“C’mon, Parrish. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” Adam replied, his Henrietta accent thicker and sweeter because he was irritated and it warmed Ronan down to his core. Adam crawled onto the bed, grappling for Ronan’s phone, but Ronan held his arm away.

He laughed, the two of them wrestling, Ronan keeping the phone out of reach.

“Stop it, asshole. Ow!” Adam hissed, Ronan having bit his shoulder. “That was dirty.”

Ronan hummed, licking the bite, and then kissing over it. “You like it.”

Adam huffed, but didn’t deny it. He was laying mostly on top of Ronan, cock half hard, pressing against Ronan’s hip. Ronan looked at him, resting his free hand on Adam’s waist, fingertips dragging in featherlight patterns over his skin.

Adam blinked slowly, took a breath, let it out. His pretty blue eyes looked darker and Ronan smiled at him. He lifted his head, eyes on Adam’s mouth, and then Adam’s eyes, and then back again, and Adam got the message, because he leaned down to meet Ronan, kissing him.

It was a warm kiss, Adam kissing Ronan’s top lip, then his bottom lip, then both together, sliding his tongue into Ronan’s mouth. Ronan made a soft, pleased noise, arm sliding over Adam to hold him close.

They made out for a few long, drawn out minutes, before Adam pulled away, and Ronan brushed their noses.

“Let me film us,” he murmured, feeling bold. Summer was almost over and Adam would be going back to school for the start of another semester. His Senior year. The final stretch. He was twenty-two and perfect and Ronan was so in love with him it made him ache.

Adam cocked his head to the side, fair brows furrowing, Ronan reached up to kiss the wrinkle.

“Why?” he replied softly. “I send you plenty of nudes for your spank bank.” He reached up, tugging at Ronan’s ear, and Ronan turned his head, snapping his teeth at Adam’s fingers.

“Yeah. I know. But… I don’t know… I miss you when we’re not together. And a video is a hell of a lot better than just dick pics.”

“What about phone sex?”

“Sometimes I want to jerk off to you and you’re unavailable, Einstein.”

Adam rolled his eyes and let out an irritated sigh.

“Besides,” Ronan continued, kissing Adam’s neck, gently biting his skin, leaving what would be a noticeable hickey. “I know you like some kinky shit.”

“Not just me,” Adam murmured and Ronan knew without having to look that Adam's eyes were closed. He pressed into Ronan more and Ronan knew that he was going to get his way. He kissed over the mark he left, sliding his hand over one of Adam’s ass cheeks, squeezing appreciatively.

Adam opened his eyes and looked at him. “On one condition.”

“Shoot.”

“You send it to me.”

“Pfft,” Ronan replied. “Was gonna do that anyway. Anything else?”

“How the hell do we film ourselves?”

It took several long minutes to figure out how to prop Ronan’s phone up which involved Adam McGuverying a selfie stick, a pile of books, the headboard of their bed, and duct tape. Ronan was badly impressed but Adam had always been resourceful and that had always been a turn on for him.

“Solutions guy,” Ronan chuckled, as Adam flopped down next to him, and tugged Ronan closer.

“Yeah, yeah,” Adam sighed, pulling Ronan down for a kiss.

In truth, Ronan forgot all about the phone filming them, getting lost in Adam like he always did when they had sex. He ran his hands into Adam’s hair, kissing all over his tanned, freckled face. He worked his way down Adam’s elegant neck, the delicate outline of his collarbone.

He kissed down Adam’s sternum, running his tongue over one nipple, thumb and forefinger teasing the other. Adam sighed out, hands sliding from Ronan’s head, to his shoulders, long, lovely fingers digging into his shoulder muscles.

Ronan loved the taste of Adam’s skin, salty and familiar. He loved the way Adam’s sparse body hair caught on his own as their bodies pressed together. He loved the noises Adam made, soft at first, uncertain, before growing bolder as he sunk further into pleasure.

Ronan loved knowing what Adam liked. Like how his chest was so sensitive and that he liked when Ronan smoothed his hands over Adam’s ribs. Ronan followed a trail of freckles to the dip of Adam’s hip, pressing a kiss to the faint trail of hair at his navel, all the way down to the darker curls at the base of Adam’s cock.

Adam had a very pretty dick. Long and lean like the rest of him, with a few freckles that Ronan found insanely endearing.

“Ronan,” Adam sighed and Ronan glanced up, hovering over Adam. He smiled at him and winked, before swirling his tongue around the head of Adam’s dick. “Oh fuck,” Adam breathed, mouth open, eyes closed, body pressed back.

Ronan hummed, his whole body warm, heat pooled in his belly, so fucking turned on just knowing that Adam was enjoying this. And Ronan was, too. God, he really was. He sucked the head of Adam’s dick into his mouth, loving the taste and smell of him. He took Adam down, using his tongue and a light scrape of teeth.

He sucked Adam just the way he knew Adam like, the way he knew would get Adam to moan, and maybe even beg a little. Ronan curled his hands around Adam’s lean thighs, stroked his skin as he blew him.

Adam panted against the pillows and Ronan pulled off of him, licking him once more, watching Adam’s chest rise and fall rapidly, his tan skin ruddy. He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and Ronan just grinned devilishly up to him, leaving a mark on the inside of Adam’s thigh.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

Adam flopped back onto the pillows, raising his hands from Ronan’s shoulders to push against the headboard.

“Fuck, Lynch.”

“We’re getting there, doll. Promise.”

Adam knocked his knee against Ronan’s skull in reply and Ronan snickered. He maneuvered his way back up Adam’s body, humming as Adam’s hands slid down his back to his ass, squeezing.

“Wanna ride me?” Ronan asked, leaning down to slide his lips against Adam’s in a not quite kiss.

“Yeah,” Adam replied agreeably.

They flipped positions, Adam straddling Ronan, running his hands appreciatively down Ronan’s torso, and Ronan felt himself blush. Adam's face was sweet, looking at Ronan as if Ronan was the only thing worth looking at.

Adam smiled, tugging at Ronan’s new-ish nipple piercings and Ronan gasped, the sensation going straight to his dick. Adam shook his head, smiling wider. “I love what this does for you,” he hummed, and kissed Ronan filthily, all tongue and teeth.

They found the lube and Adam lubed his hand, reaching behind himself to stroke Ronan’s dick. Ronan had his lip between his teeth, hands around Adam’s hips, eyes half-lidded as Adam jerked him off with a knowing touch.

“Adam,” he warned.

“You’re good,” Adam cooed back, pulling his fist from Ronan, using his fingers to guide Ronan into him. Ronan watched, holding his breath, as Adam slid down onto him. He went slowly, carefully, eyes closed, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted.

Adam breathed shallowly, concentrating. There was resistance at first and then Adam’s muscles gave, and Ronan slid inside.

“God,” Adam huffed, head tilted back. Ronan’s brain had short circuited, only able to think about the way Adam felt around his cock. He was warm and tight and they were connected so deeply. Ronan slid his hands to Adam’s ass, squeezing, and Adam smiled, starting to move.

It was a slow rhythm at first, the two of them easing into it, rocking together, before Adam picked up speed, and with it, his volume. Soon enough, Adam was fucking himself hard and fast against Ronan’s cock, and Ronan was holding on for the ride.

The bedframe thumped into the wall rhythmically and Adam panted and whined and moaned and Ronan was so gone for him.

“Adam,” he managed before he was coming so fucking hard that lights danced across his vision. And Adam wasn’t far behind, jerking himself off, and fucking himself through his orgasm, cum splashed all over Ronan’s abs and chest, and Adam’s fist.

He collapsed forward and Ronan wrapped his arms around him, face buried in his chest, both of them catching their breath. Adam held him and Ronan pressed kisses to his skin, tasting salt. Adam kissed the top of his buzzed head and Ronan felt him reach for the abandoned towel on the bed, wiping his hand on it.

Adam sighed, sliding both hands under Ronan, holding him. They stayed like that for a while, exchanging little kisses, and soft, sweet nothings, before Adam retrieved Ronan’s phone.

“Wanna watch it?” Ronan asked and Adam laughed, rolling out of bed.

“No. Come shower.”

A week later, Adam was back at school, and Ronan was back on the road. They would meet up again in a few weeks but Ronan was feeling Adam’s absence acutely.

Ronan watched the video. He was surprised how decent it was. The way it really captured Ronan going down on Adam and then Adam riding him. It was… pretty sexy, especially the sound, but Ronan liked that it caught their tenderness, too.

Cuddled together, murmuring to each other, kissing. It made his heart ache and he missed Adam more.

He hadn’t seen the end of the video and watched it in its entirety, surprised.

His face was tucked against Adam’s chest, Adam’s arm around him, holding him, as he reached for the phone. He was smiling, looking perfectly fucked out and gorgeous. He winked at the camera and then blew a kiss, before turning the video off.

Ronan laughed, his heart full, settling the phone on his chest, closing his eyes. Grateful for a boyfriend who loved Ronan just as much as Ronan loved him. He looked at his phone once more and sent Adam a text.

i fucking love you

A few moments later, a reply.

I fucking love you, too.

END

#kink prompts #spicy prompts #asks #asks answered #adam parrish #ronan lynch #pynch

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Relationship: Ren Hana/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Sadism and Masochism, Dom/Sub, Degradation, Electric Shocks, and Vaginal Sex Length: 3600+ words

another very fun request from @crimson--division for his OC, Eden, thanks again, nox <3!

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"It looks...good,"

Eden breathed unsteadily against Ren's neck, his fingers trembling as they idled over the thick, locking mechanism and the blinking sensor of the shock collar, the nanoscopic machinery inside corresponding with the remote clutched in his free hand.

(Giving him every opportunity to hurt him.)

"Is it heavy?” He asked with another little sigh. Does it feel okay?"

A pleased shiver ran down Ren’s body as he touched the familiar weight of the collar on his shoulders.

He’d had such bad associations with it before, so it felt good to reclaim them, even slightly.

"It's, ah, heavier than I remembered, but...I think I like it." He said, his voice soft as he let out a slow exhale of his own, looking over his shoulder towards Eden with an encouraging smile. "It feels better than it did, at least, heh…"

Eden's eyes flitted to the side coyly, his tail swaying to and fro behind him as his cheeks flushed a healthy pink.

"You're cute when you blush, you know." Ren teased him in a soft tone, turning his body entirely to face Eden, his chest pressing against the front of his calves as he wrapped his arms around his ankles, wanting to be as close as possible to him. “What are you blushing for, hm? You like how my collar looks on me?”

"Mm," Eden hummed quietly in agreement, his fangs hooking over his bottom lip. "I...It makes me feel good too, seeing it. Knowing what I could do, if I wanted to..."

Ren's cheeks flushed to match Eden's and his smile faltered slightly, if just for a moment

"You could do so much to me..." He murmured, nuzzling his cheek against Eden’s smooth legs, hiding his apprehensive look. "Just by pressing a little button. Does it make you feel, what, powerful? Like you could do anything you want to me?"

(He knew what power felt like, after all, knew how it felt to crave it, knew what that power could do to someone when they had it.)

Eden’s jaw tensed a little before gasping out a trembling giggle, reaching up to cover his mouth.

"Hah," Eden tittered quietly as Ren pressed closer, his own tail wagging as his ears went forward, curious and eager to hear what the boy had to say. "It’s...hah, it’s almost the opposite, actually. It makes me feel weak…” He licked his lips after a moment. “Like I'm here to serve you, and this is just another way to do it...you know?"

(What a good boy, already submitting like it’s what he’s supposed to do.)

"Mm, but you’re the one holding the remote, and I’m not." Ren mused aloud, his lips brushing over Eden's pale skin as he pressed a kiss to his knee."You hold all the cards here."

"Mmhmm," Eden shivered at the warm touch of Ren's lips, his knees parting slightly, giving him even more space to keen and slot into. "I know that. It's like...I should feel powerful, but I don't. I don't feel anything close to powerful.” He trembled again. “It's...exciting. I like how it feels."

"Hm. Can I make it even more exciting?" He asked, his chest pressed against the edge of the seat as he reached up to unbutton Eden’s shorts.

"Please do," Eden murmured, shifting his hips upwards so Ren could pull them down, exposing his scarred thighs and a pair of silky, white panties (nothing but the best for his pet). "C-Can I...nh..."

"Can you what?" He teased, looking up at him with a lazy smile.

"Can I shock you?"

There was a brief moment of silence, as an expression of subdued surprise washed over Ren's face.

(So, he really was like everyone else, wasn’t he?)

"You need to ask for that?” Ren asked, raising a brow beneath his bangs and resting his chin against Eden’s knee, a hand idly caressing his ankle and the wispy hairs covering his calves. “You’re not just going to…you know, do it?”

“You have to let me,” Eden replied, with a little shake of his head. “It won’t work, if you don’t. That’ll just be hurting you, and…I don’t want to do that. I want you to want it, too.”

(A submissive sadist? Now, he’d heard everything.)

“Hmph,” Ren snorted softly. “Okay, if you say so.” He murmured in a more sultry tone, pressing another kiss to his knee, as he keened in closer. “Do it then. Shock me."

There was a moment of hesitation, Eden's little pink tongue swiping over his trembling, bottom lip nervously, as if he was waiting for Ren to withdraw his consent and stop this. But when he didn’t, he slowly pressed his thumb to the remote's button, the collar picking up the sensor almost immediately-

*BZZT*

The second the collar responded, the red light flashing and the sensor emitting a high-pitched “beep”, the electric probes sparked against his skin and gave him a painful shock.

(The kind he’d felt hundreds of times before this, that reminded him instantly of-)

A strangled noise suddenly came from the back of Ren's throat before he could stop it, a sharp and agonised mix of a gasp, a moan, and a cry all at once, and his body involuntarily flailed forward for a second, pushing him against the armchair like he was a rag doll.

"A-ah...hah..." He exhaled, closing his eyes and letting his head drop forward, his chest heaving.

"Oh my god," Eden stared down at him with wide eyes, his body tensed up. "A-Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn’t think it would be that bad, I-"

"D-Don't apologise. I'm...I'm okay, I’m okay, I promise." Ren quickly reassured him, his voice wavering and just barely coming out of his ruined throat. "It's alright, really.” He breathed out a hesitant laugh, before looking up to Eden again, an enthusiastic (if slightly manic) smile on his face. “Um…please, can you...do it again?”

Eden’s ears flattened on the top of his head, his brows knitting together with a concerned expression.

"Are...are you sure?" He asked. “That… looked like it hurt a lot.”

"Yes, I'm sure. I promise.” Ren said with another manic, little laugh, his voice growing urgent as he leaned in closer, his tail wagging even more. “Please....please give me another one. I...I want it. I want it really bad.”

Eden continued to frown, but did as he was told…and pressed the button again.

*BZZT*

(Good boy. Don’t ask questions, just do, that’s what a real submissive does.)

Another noise, something that was more of a strangled yowl than anything before, lurched its way from his throat, and his body jerked forward in time with the painful shock, his hands grasping at the armchair’s cushions and his breath escaping him with a wrecked gasp.

“Ngh, god…” He murmured lowly, his head hanging down heavily as he panted. "Again."

(Feel the pain. Feel how good it is, when it’s not used against you.)

"Ohmigod, ohmigod-" Eden stammered with a helpless, little whimper, his flushed cheeks beet red as he pressed the button again.

*BZZT*

This time, a more shameless-sounding moan slipped from his lips, the same heat pulsing from his neck and warming his spine and every bone in his body, running straight to his already throbbing cock, and he trembled more than he had before, feeling the sticky head inside his briefs.

(Fuck you for ever making me scared of this.)

After a moment of silence, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, his amber eyes peered upwards at the boy through his bangs.

"More." He whispered.

"You're so hot," Eden mumbled, his own eyes wide and cattish as they focused on Ren's convulsing, trembling form. "C-Can I..."

"Huh? W-What do you wanna do?" He said, before lifting his head to look at Eden properly, cheeks flushed, his breathing heavier, and the muscles in his body taut.

Eden licked his lips again, looking embarrassed.

"Can I...um...t-touch myself?"

Ren's eyes darkened with subdued amusement, and he stared at Eden with a half-lidded gaze, almost as if he were in a trance. He gave him a small nod in agreement, a controlled smirk crossing his face again as his body acclimated to the pain, allowing him to feel more in control.

"Yesss..." He encouraged, keening forward on his knees. "Go on. Let me watch you."

That expression of embarrassment didn't leave the boy's pretty features as his hand sank between his legs and he started to rub through the sodden panties, an already present wet spot staining the white satin growing larger and…less opaque as he touched.

A thoroughly amused look crossed Ren's burning features and he raised an eyebrow, suddenly needing to exercise an extreme amount of self-control to not pounce on him.

"You're just a sweet, little toy, aren’t you, Eden?” He murmured, watching the boy’s expression closely, his desperate little frown just adding to the burning need in his cock. “An obedient, little kitty. Doing all this...not because you want to,” With no mention of Eden’s pleading neediness before, of course. “But because I told you to," His voice dipped at the end, watching Eden closely. “And because you love pleasing me, don't you?"

"Mmhmm," Eden nodded, breathing out and biting his lip again, idly prying his panties to the side and exposing his darkened folds, slick and wet and delicious. "Y-Yes, I love pleasing you..."

"Then behave for me." Ren's voice suddenly shifted from sultry to warning and commanding. "Be a good boy...and give me one more shock. Do it, baby. Be good."

"Fuck, Ren..." Eden raised his shaking knuckles to his full lips and pressed the button again.

*BZZT*

The noise that slipped from Ren was low, caught between a moan and a whine. The muscles in his arms contracted suddenly too, making his shoulders and biceps pop from the jerked action.

"A-ah. That's my good boy...that's my good boy..." He repeated airily, his breath coming out in shallow pants. "Want me to touch you now, kitty?”

"Yes please," Eden nodded obediently, ceasing his own touching and spreading his legs, like the good boy he was.

(He might be the one with the remote in his hand, but he knew his place and wasn’t going to stray from it. He deserved a reward for that.)

Without further prompting, Ren pushed himself up on shaking legs, so he was sitting on the rest of the armchair, Eden’s own legs splayed out pornographically on either side of him.

He reached forward, his hands gently sliding up Eden’s scarred thighs (claws occasionally catching on each pale scar and making him flinch), and rubbed where the wet silk of his panties was still clinging to his puffy labia, dark skin shining through due to his constant arousal.

"You're so perfect, baby....my pretty, little kitty."

He pressed his thumb to Eden’s clit then, rubbing it (so wet and slick, fuck, Eden really was a sadist) and grinning at his desperate little mewls, whining and shivering in his arms as his hips bucked erratically against his palm, wanting more and more.

"And so sensitive too..." Ren murmured against his neck as two fingers eased inside of him, feeling even more of his wetness oozing against his skin. "And is all of this." He curled his fingers, grinning at the loud whine the action earned. "All from shocking me? Mmph, quite the little sadist, aren't you, Eden?"

Eden was quiet (despite his needy mewls), his little body continuing to tremble and flinch.

Ren just smiled at his silence, leaving another kiss against his neck as his free hand reached up the front of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and palming his little chest.

"Are you embarrassed...?" He asked, looking at him with a cheeky smile. "Can't answer me...ah, how cute. Is it because you know it's true? You know that you're a pathetic little sadist who can't even take control of someone he's hurting? Is that it?"

He whimpered quietly again, squeezing his eyes shut, but his hips keened forward all the same, seeking more.

(You can’t hide from me.)

"Ah-ah. Answer me, kitty." Ren scolded him with a chuckle, letting his fingers graze over the boy's clit again and earning himself another shiver and mewl of agonised pleasure. "Be a good boy. Use your words and tell me what you are, or I’ll have to stop."

"Y-Yes!" Eden squeaked out, lips trembling at the threat. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm a pathetic sadist, I like hurting you, I like it so much, nhh!"

"There's my good boy..." Ren praised with a smile. "I knew you could answer me if you tried hard enough. You're not totally stupid, after all."

As a pseudo reward for his good behaviour, Ren worked a third finger inside of him, curling all three to rub at each of his sensitive spots and make him that much more desperate, twitching and jerking like he was the one being shocked.

"Are you gonna shock me again while I do this?" He asked, looking down at him, as if he was almost daring him to do it. "C'mon. Do it."

"I...a-are you telling me to?" Eden asked, looking unsure despite the haze of pleasure in his expression.

"No. I'm ordering you to." He replied, his eyes darkened even more. “Do it. Now.”

“BZZT”

Ren's body jerked again unexpectedly and he groaned, almost as if he had been caught by surprise, (even though he was the one who had ordered it to happen).

(Always were a sick puppy, weren’t you?)

"F-fuck- that's it, baby boy, you listen so well...." He exhaled shakily, grabbing onto one of Eden’s thighs, his claws digging into the soft flesh and bringing up flecks of blood as his fingers curled more and rubbed against his inner walls. "Give me another..."

"Ren-"

"Don't speak. Do as you're told." He said firmly, digging his claws in even deeper. “You don’t want to be bad, do you, Eden?”

*BZZT*

Another strangled sound fell from his lips, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, his breath coming out in short gasps.

"Good boy...such a good boy..." He almost sounded like he was purring the words between breaths, delirious in his own pleasure. "One more. I want one more, baby boy. Can you do that for me?"

"Are you sure you're okay...?"

"N-nnnever better." He answered, opening his eyes slowly to look at him, his expression still somewhat dazed. "You're not gonna break me, trust me. I'll tell you to stop if it's too much. Just one more. That's all."

(If it hurts enough, you’ll forget ever associating pain with him, won’t you? One more will be enough, surely.)

*BZZT*

Another strangled cry left Ren's lips, and he slumped forward, burying his face into the crook of Eden's neck, both arms going slack as he relished in the burning hot pain, still running through every inch of his body.

He stayed like that for several moments, catching his breath.

"G-good....so good....Such a good boy, mmph..." He mumbled, deliriously happy, into his skin, his breath warm and shaky.

"Okay, I’m done. I-I'm stopping now, I'm stopping…" Eden said quickly, removing his thumb from the remote’s button and looking up at him. “I’m stopping.” He said one more time as if trying to play firm.

Ren pulled away from his neck, the muscles in his body relaxing from the pain before.

"Aww, are you taking pity on me now, baby?" He teased, looking down at Eden with another lazy smile, though his expression still looked dazed. “Mm, that's not what a sadist would do, is it?"

"I-I don't," Eden started, biting his lip hesitantly, probably lingering on the whole 'I don't want to hurt you' spiel, when it was patently untrue.

The burns on his neck said that much.

"Don't lie, not to me," He scolded, a hand gripping the boy's chin firmly, forcing him to look at him. "You’re going to hurt me as much as I tell you to," He leaned in and brushed his lips against his ear as he whispered. "Because you love hurting me, don't you?"

Eden yipped like a cat (if a cat did yip) at the sudden firm grip on his face, reaching up and clawing at Ren's slender shoulders, despite his concerned expression.

"I-I like hurting you," He admitted, biting his lip. "B-But I don't want to ruin you. I don’t want you to break, nh…"

The sharp drag of his claws, sinking into his skin and leaving gouged markings in his flesh, made Ren tremble and moan, only seeking more, more, more.

(Careful. This could be a dangerous thing to get addicted to).

"Ruin me? I'm already ruined, kitty." He smiled into Eden's soft cheek, nuzzling him close, their tails intertwining involuntarily. "And even if you're the sadist, you're not the one on top around here. I am.” He kissed his burning cheek and let go of his face, nuzzling into it again, a quasi-apology for being so rough. “So, what I say goes, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes," Eden nodded obediently, sighing as Ren’s thrusting fingers continued to pulse in his cunt, pleasing him, giving him want he wanted. "Yes, yes, I'd never go against that..."

That's right, baby boy." He cooed at him, before he pushed himself up on his knees again, withdrawing his fingers from Eden and working to unlace his joggers, quickly freeing his pulsing cock (which promptly drooled a stream of pre-cum against the boy’s thigh). "You would never do anything like that. Because you’re good, and you know how to be good."

Eden spread his legs a little wider (he didn’t even need to be asked anymore, the little whore).

"And you'd never do anything to upset me, would you?"

"Mmph," Eden bit his lip hesitantly as Ren pushed himself up a little closer, shifting his weight so that he was pressed right up against the boy's oozing slit, his bulge nestling in and teasing the wet divet of flesh and fluid. "Nhhh, no, Ren..."

"And is there something you'd like to say to me?” He slowly rolled his hips forward, letting out a shaky breath as his length slowly eased inside of him, feeling the hot warmth. “I'm listening."

"I'm sorry," Eden breathed out, his claws digging into his skin again, giving him what he wanted. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The apology seemed to satisfy Ren and he hummed again, rocking his hips against him and steadily fucking him, in and out.

"Sorry, what are you apologising for?" He asked with a mean titter, feigning ignorance (and giggling even more at Eden’s frustrated expression).

"For, hah," He whined, shivering even more, his cunt tightening up deliciously. "For questioning you. I know that, nhh,” A flicker of discomfort crossed his features as the beginning of Ren’s swelled knot pressed against him, knowing what was coming next. “You know best, you always know best..."

“That's right. I always know best." Ren grinned salaciously, fucking into him a little harder to encourage him to loosen up and take his knot. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you? Always submitting to me, behaving however I say. You're perfect. You're my perfect little kitty."

A rare smile graced Eden's pretty features, shakey and needy and sweet.

A surge of heat shot right through him and he couldn’t help smiling himself.

"Aww, that's it, Eden...such a pretty smile." He cooed, still rocking against him, building up the pattern of thrusts and relishing in the boy’s gasps and groans. "Is this the kind of thing that makes you smile, hmm? Is it? You like it when I praise you and treat you nice? Or do you prefer it when I’m mean, hm?"

"Yes," Eden gasped (not clarifying which he preferred), his smile quickly faltering and his expression tightening again as the beginning of the knot started to ease inside him. "Oh, ohhhh, yes, nhh!"

"Are you feeling good right now, sweetheart?" He leaned down to brush his lips against his neck, pressing an innocent kiss against his pale skin before giving it a sharp bite. "How about I make you feel even better, after one more shock, hm?"

"Ren," Eden whined, claws digging deeper into his shoulders, almost enough to satisfy his masochistic urge.

Almost.

"You're being such a good boy, you know. So obedient and sooo, so pretty." Ren nuzzled his face against his cheek, still rolling his hips forward, his knot still easing inside. "I’ll do all the hard parts, yeah? Just give me your hand and press the button, and I'll be sure to give you what you want, okay?"

"Ohhhkay," Eden drawled brainlessly, offering his free hand limply, like he had no more energy to resist or say no.

Ren grinned (fangs wet and sharp) and forced Eden’s slack fingers to wrap around the remote, resting the button under his thumb.

"Alright, good boy. Just press it...you can do that, can't you?" He asked, (because it had to be him, he couldn’t do it himself, Eden had to be the one to do it). "One more press and I'll drive you wild."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

*BZZT*

The shock had its desired effect.

A strangled moan lurched itself from his gasping lips, something between the previous, needy, pained whines and a more guttural one, reminding him, all too well, of another person who shocked him like this.

His cock had never been harder.

(Sick puppy).

His hips jerked forward suddenly, seeking more contact, more comfort (any kind of comfort), and he found himself pressing down against Eden in a desperate bid to get relief.

“Hah…w-would you look at that,” His voice was almost slurring now, his breathing heavy again as he tried to pry his hips away from the boy’s, finding…that he couldn’t.

“I’m locked in~”

#ren btd #ren hana #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #commission #knot cock. thumbs up #i have another ren commish in my pile right now. the ren girls (gender neutral) always showing up

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