#heads up for anyone else falling for that

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

frontman x reader whos a player but not because of debt but because she was investigating with gi-hun and ju-hon and got in the limousine and then in-ho falls in love with her and gets her out of the game with him like at the end of the season

can u also like not write it like a hate love relationship? like readers conflicted but still likes in-ho

Keeping you safe

Hwang In-ho x reader

hiii, pleasure writing your request! hope it’s the way you imagined :)

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: violence, murder,…

Requests are open! i would also like to write something about Jun-ho or the salesman, so hmu

When you jumped into the limousine after Gi-hun you didn’t consider its consequences. Jun-ho trusted you to keep your eyes on Gi-hun at all costs and you were going to keep your word, even when it meant making yourself vulnerable.

The gas was sweet on your tongue and Gi-hun already slumped down on the plush leather of the limo seats. But you were wide awake, somehow defying sleep’s influence, shaking, still processing what the deep voice implied and Gi-hun demanded. “Put me in the game. But leave her out of it.”

Those words were followed by a dry laugh. You knew that meant there was no way out of it now. You started whispering into the intercom to Jun-ho, saying how sorry you were. His panicked voice was cut off by you turning off the device while you prepared yourself for the Frontman’s reaction, closing your eyes and taking shallow breaths.

“No. Those are my games and my rules. Might make them more interesting, don’t you agree, player 456?”

Then the gas started rising up from the floor. Gi-hun grabbed your hand, rumbling about how sorry he was. You smiled wearily, pressing his hand. “It’s okay, Gi-hun.” You both knew it wasn’t. It was as far from ‘okay’ as possible.

His fingers went limp and you resigned, waiting for the inevitable. With muted senses you watched the tinted protection shield go down. Behind it was the man in the mask himself, looking at you over his shoulder. Just when his gloved hand hovered over his mask, shrugging it off, you were engulfed in darkness.

***

After the first game, you thought that nothing could surprise you anymore. As much as Gi-hun tried to keep you from all the bloodshed, even he couldn’t cover your eyes and ears every time there was a gunshot. Still pale and shaken, digging dirt and blood from beneath your nails, you sat on your bed with the provided food in your lap, watching your surroundings. At least Gi-hun could be happy he found here his long lost friend, with whom he was now talking. You still didn’t speak to anyone else. You were scared that if you did, they would be dead by tomorrow.

You barely noticed there was any commotion until the sudden silence peaked your interest. There was a skirmish between three guys, two of them working together, which made the outcome of the fight quite obvious. There was another player stalking towards the group, trying to break up the fight.

“I said save the lecture for your own damn kids.” one of the guys shouted at him. That’s when you noticed the player’s still frame, like a cat before launching at its prey. And you were right; within a blink of an eye, he put both of the guys on their backs, not even breaking a sweat. You looked closer at him, reading the number 001 on his back. Even from afar you could see how deadly calm he was while choking one of them. After a moment the rage left his body and he released his grip. You didn’t expect the applause that followed his actions. You exchanged a look with Gi-hun. Were you the only one who sensed something foreboding?

You turned your attention back to the food in your lap and decided that even though you weren’t hungry, you desperately needed the energy. But in your mind, all you could think about was the player 001. Was he a police detective like Jun-ho or a former marine like Jung-bae or Dae-ho? Or something else entirely?

It took you a while to get out of your head and notice that his bed was right next to yours. With a sigh, player 001 sat down, grabbing his unfinished food. Just then he noticed your searching look and gave you a tentative smile.

“Hello, sir,” you began, looking down at your hands. A sudden wave of nervousness came over you. “I’m Y/N. Do you mind telling me your name?”

“No bother, Y/N,” he replied and you stared at his lips, at how perfectly they formed your name. “I’m Young-il. Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” you grinned at him in response, holding out your hand that he tentatively shook.

“Nice moves there,” you pointed your chin to the middle of the dormitory where the fight took place. “You could teach me if you had time, I’m terrible in combat.” A lie. Jun-ho himself taught you how to hold yourself and how to hold a gun. You were just trying to find out who Young-il was.

“If we have time, yes.” he nodded absentmindedly, scooping up a mouthful of rice.

“Do you mind me asking? I was just wondering if you have any children.” you said carefully.

“No, I don't.” Young-il replied, suddenly his gaze sharp.

“Well, I just thought that, based on your reaction to what that other player told you-“ you searched for the answer in his closely guarded expression. “You lost your child, didn’t you?”

Young-il didn’t say anything to that, his cutlery going limp in his hand.

“I just- I’d know that look anywhere. I know it’s not something to bond over,” you gave a startled laugh, fidgeting under his everlasting gaze, “but if you’d like to talk about it-“

“Thank you.” He reached out and squeezed your hand. His touch was calloused and warm. “I mean it.”

You smiled softly, squeezing his fingers in response. “I know.”

Preparing yourself for lights out, you couldn’t ignore his lingering gaze following your movements. Thankfully Gi-hun approached you and sat next to you on the bed, guilt visible in his expression.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to drag you into this. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe-“

“Don’t worry about that, sir. I can take care of myself. Anyways, I was only following Jun-ho’s orders. It had nothing to do with you.”

Unconvinced, Gi-hun sighed and moved to his own bed, not having the energy at the moment to argue with you. You finally lay down, moving the thin blanket over your body, curling up on your side.

“I overheard you talking about Jun-ho, and I couldn’t help but notice how familiar that name sounds to me,” Young-il broke the silence, looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“Well, he used to work as a police detective so that’s why you might know him.”

“Oh, yes, that might be possible,” Young-il gave you a restrained smile. “And he is to you-?”

“A friend. I used to work as a secretary in his department, that’s all.” you smiled back.

“Oh, sorry to pry.” he looked at his hands.

“Not at all.” He looked into your eyes and your eyes crinkled with another smile. Only when he looked away did you turn around in your bed. A few minutes later you heard Gi-hun and Young-il talking and even though you didn’t want to, it was impossible to not overhear. Young-il was explaining the story of why he’s in the games and why he chose to continue playing - how his pregnant wife was gravely ill and he needed the money due to her medical bills. Somehow, this answer shocked you, even though you shouldn't have been thrown off by it. Of course he was married.

Only after the whole dormitory fell silent did you finally fall into a fitful sleep.

***

“Thank you, Young-il.” you whispered to him, gratefully touching his shoulder. Young-il turned his gaze your way and the corners of his eyes crinkled under the influence of a smile. Only his supportive words during the six legged pentathlon could calm you down, which resulted in you successfully completing your mini game. The memory flashed through your mind - tears welling in your eyes, hands shaking as you reached again and again for the gong-gi pebbles. You could sense your teammates’ growing unease but that even worsened your situation. After the third attempt, Young-il grabbed you by the elbow, leaning closer as he said: “Ignore everything else okay? Just listen to me and focus.”

You nodded, bewildered eyes setting again on the pebbles. You were kneeling in a puddle of blood, which didn’t exactly help calm your nerves.

“Just concentrate. I know you can do it. Look at you, all flushed red and focused. This look suits you.” The pebbles balanced on the knuckles of your hand, just one more throw. You looked up at Young-il, lips slightly parted. Were you hearing correctly? Maintaining eye contact, you threw the pebbles op with a sudden surge of confidence and caught them flawlessly. Everyone cheered and you were hoisted up by your team, but all you could hear were Young-il’s last words whispered in your ear: “Good girl.”

Now he was looking at you, this new tension between you two palpable.

“Anytime.”

***

While you tried to act nonchalant, it was just impossible. The way Young-il now watched you at all times drove you crazy, feeling his gaze like a branding on your body. You were grateful for keeping a watch during the lights off, thinking that it could distract you from your own dirty thoughts. But it was quite the contrary.

Overlooking the silent dark room, those words echoed in you even more soundly. Good girl. With a sigh you stretched out your legs, trying to ignore the tightness in your underbelly. You were annoyed with yourself. Why did the words of a stranger make you feel this way? Words of a married stranger, more like it.

“You seem distracted.”

You jumped at that impassive raspy voice. Thankfully, once Young-ho sat down next to you, he couldn’t notice your flushed cheeks due to the impassable darkness. Your shoulders touched and to your surprise he didn’t immediately move away.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really.” you smiled with your head bowed, nearly chuckling at how clueless he must be.

There was an awkward silence following your reply, so, without thinking about it, you said: “Thank you again for today, truly. You helped me a lot.”

Young-il looked at you, searching for something in your expression. Apparently he found it. “You think about that a lot, don’t you?”

“Sorry?” you stumbled over your words, not knowing how to react, what to say.

“My words alone made you quiver. Now imagine what my tongue could do.” he whispered, teasing you, a spark in his eyes.

“Young-il-“ you breathed out, suddenly aware of how close his face was to yours. You felt your underwear getting wetter by the minute. But you put that all in the back of your mind as you said: “I know you are married. Expecting a child, even. You shouldn’t say things like that.”

He blinked, taken aback. “Does that bother you? Or are you bothered by the effect I have on you?”

You sighed, looking away from his handsome face. Was he sent here just to test your boundaries?

“I still have enough self control to know right from wrong.” But your body wasn’t in line with your thoughts.

Young-il stared at you for a moment, then sighed, irritated. “My wife and my child are gone. I just don’t enjoy talking about them in past tense. I joined the games out of misery, nothing more. Are you happy now?”

You froze, looking at the way his arms formed into fists at his sides. It was like having ice cold water poured all over you.

“Young-il, I’m so-“

“Don’t be. It’s been a long time.” Eyes meeting, he smiled at you tentatively. You squeezed his warm hand and he relaxed, loosening his fist.

“Right now, I don’t care about anything but you.” He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Moving closer, he kissed the bruise already blossoming on your jaw. And you let him.

“I don’t want to scare you away with my… infatuation. But right now, I’m so desperately weak for you.” Your breathing hitched as he moved his lips to your ear.

Just when you thought he would kiss you, he suddenly pulled away.

“I’ll take over the watch. You should sleep, muster some energy for tomorrow.” You nodded as if in a trance. He helped you stand up and led you to your bed. Young-il left you standing there, leaving only the whisper of his lips branding your cheek.

***

The third game was a whirlwind of movement. Only thanks to Young-il were you still alive and breathing. Every time a number was announced, he firmly grasped your wrist and dragged you with him wherever he went. Not that you were complaining - you were so overstimulated by all the commotion that you were glad you could keep up with him.

When one player tried to separate you from him, Young-il bared his teeth and kicked him square in the chest. “She’s mine,” There it was, the cold expression and clenched jaw. Even though you were on the brink of dying, a shiver ran down your spine.

You made it safe with your group into one of the rooms and soon were walking out to play the last round. You knew exactly what the woman’s voice was going to announce and you were right: “Two.”

Young-il was already moving, pushing people out of your way. Everything seemed to go smoothly, until you reached the room; a player was already inside.

“Get out.” Young-il growled and reached the man, trying to get him on his legs and out of the room.

“We were here first,” the player whimpered. You noticed other players running to the door you were standing next to and panicking, you closed it, pushing your whole body against it.

You looked over your shoulder at Young-il, wanting to see if he was any closer to pushing the player out through the doors. But you froze when you saw he was holding the man in a headlock, choking him. All you could do was stare.

Young-il was looking straight back at you. And with one smooth motion of his arms he broke the man’s spine, leaving him staring at the ceiling, going limp in Young-il’s grip.

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” Young-il said, slowly getting up. You couldn’t tear your gaze from the lifeless body on the ground.

Only when he knelt in front of you did your eyes meet his. He grabbed your cold, shaking hands, kissing the knuckles while staring into your eyes.

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“You poor thing,” Young-il said absentmindedly, wiping your tears away. “I can keep you safe, Y/N. I promise. All I’ve done was to prove that to you.”

“It’s scaring me how far you’re willing to go for me,” you sobbed, fighting the urge to flinch when he caressed your cheek. Still, you couldn’t find a reason to hate him. All the things he was saying were true, he did all of this for you, he killed a man for you, for your own safety.

The lock on the doors clicked and you closed your eyes, letting yourself be guided by Young-il out of the room. You knew that if you looked once more at the corpse, you would never let Young-il touch you again.

So you kept your eyes closed, choosing the easier path.

***

When the lights went out, all you could do was hold Young-il as hard as possible and count the minutes until the slaughter was over. Head against his chest, you concentrated on the sound of his heartbeat, every other sound pushed into the background. His hand was on your lower back, holding you as close as possible.

“I want to go home.” you whispered, clutching the front of his T-shirt like a small child. It was all a mistake. You shouldn’t be here.

“Okay, you will, okay? When we disarm the guards, you stay hidden, but once we take control of the rest, you have to come to my side, you understand?”

You nodded into his chest. Young-il kissed the crown of your head before leaving you under the bed as the guards tried to take control of the situation.

After many gunshots fired, you were crawling to the group of players formed in front of the main doors. Without hesitation you claimed one of the smaller guns for yourself. Somehow, the familiar weight of it calmed you down a bit. Young-il looked at you with tenseness.

“Keeping secrets, I see.” In reply you just loaded the gun, staring back.

Gi-hun looked your way over his shoulder, sending you a quick nod. The group exited the room, moving quickly down the corridor. Young-il stayed back, moving slower than the rest. Once the first guards got in your way, he pushed you to the side, saying: “This way!” Looking over your shoulder, everyone was shooting at the enemy, moving the other way. You looked back at him, unsure.

“You wanted to go home, didn’t you? Well, this is it.” seeing how indecisive you were, he sighed, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Hesitant, you followed his lead. You took the side stairs up and you got a bad feeling in your stomach. Young-il didn’t bother to check the corners, nor the other stories as you climbed the stairs. He walked like someone who knew this place, someone who wasn’t scared that he might be shot.

You stopped in your tracks, aiming your gun with a trembling hand. Young-il, upon noticing you were not following him, turned around. There was something like betrayal shining through his demeanour.

“You’re going to explain.” you said, trying to keep your voice and hand steady.

“Oh, Y/N, I think you already know.” Young-il pointed out, a corner of his lips curling up. He took one step towards you.

“What. Is. Your. Real. Name.” you said through gritted teeth, cocking your gun.

“Hwang In-ho.”

All this time, he was the long lost brother Jun-ho was trying to find. You felt the sting of betrayal in your bones.

“Was any of this real?” Tears stung in your eyes and you hated yourself for being so vulnerable.

“Oh, baby,” In-ho sighed, walking to you, kneeling in front of you again. The muzzle of the gun touched his forehead, which he seemed unbothered by.

“Everything.” he said, looking up at you.

“I keep trying to hate you,” you whispered, trying to muster at least some hatred that would make you pull the trigger. “It would be so much easier if I did.”

In-ho reached out and gently took the gun from your trembling hand. He threw in on the ground, making it slide on the floor.

“I know,” he whispered, grabbing your hips with his hands. He stared at you yearningly. There was a burning ache in your chest clawing its way into your throat.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t. And I don’t think you want me to either.”

The worst part was that he was right.

“I know I should stay away from you, but I can’t. It’s not that simple.” A sob tore out of your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. There were so many emotions in you that your head was spinning. All you knew was the fact that you couldn’t hate the one person who deserved it the most.

“Stay with me, love. I beg you,” In-ho said hoarsely, gripping you harder, trying to make you understand. “You will be safe with me. I will not break that promise.” His eyes were filled with hope. “You felt it too, I know.”

You closed your eyes, composing yourself and your thoughts. You knew it was wrong. But you always had a weakness for the forbidden.

In-ho stood up, taking your face in his hands. He kissed your forehead, your temples, your jaw. And when he kissed you on the lips, you let yourself melt into the touch, forgetting everything else.

“You’ll be the death of me.” you whispered against his lips and he smiled into the kiss, knowing you were his.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny, being a halfa, falls under the strange category of people who can converse with the dead and act in their names. Most mediums simply convey messages. It was rare for someone to be able to fulfill a ghost’s dying request and have that act tied to the ghost’s core.

Honestly it’s annoying.

He doesn’t get any alone time anymore for homework or hobbies. The dead are constantly pestering Danny to help with their desires - which, sure, it helps them move on which means they’re out of Danny’s hair, but come on!! Give a guy a break! Just because he doesn’t need as much sleep as a fully living person doesn’t mean he can go without entirely!

“No Scott,” Danny repeated for the fifth time, “I am not flying to California tonight. Do you know how far that is? Literally the other coast of this massive continent. Meet me there in August like everyone else on the list.”

Spending the first spring break of college creating a map and calendar for Last Rites was not something Danny expected when he moved to Gotham.

Why did this city have so many ghosts?! It was ridiculous. And he thought Amity Park was bad? At least the ghosts here were mostly Shades. Not visible to anyone unless they were also dead-adjacent or had The Sight or a bloodline curse or a magical amulet… you know what? There were enough of those in this curse ridden city, why couldn’t these ghosts go find one of those people instead? Danny was exhausted.

So exhausted he didn’t notice the vigilante dropping down from the rooftop.

“Hey there kid, you alri-”

“Yeah yeah,” Danny waved a hand dismissively at the voice without looking up. “Wait in line like everyone else. But honestly you’d be better off coming back tomorrow when I’ve had some sleep.”

“Think maybe you outta get started on that sleep now, bud?” the voice behind him spoke in a calm careful tone.

One Danny had heard all too often since dying.

His head jerked sideways to stare wide-eyed at Nightwing, who tensed just a little as if expecting Danny to run or fight. Instead he let out a groan and slumped onto the park bench, rubbing his eyes to ease the burn of fatigue. He’d been coming out to this park at the corner of campus each night to keep the Shades from mobbing him all day long in classes, but they’d spread the word around Gotham that he was here and his precious spring break had become a non-stop line of requests and arguments. Made sense he’d caught the attention of one of the Bats. Should have expected it sooner.

Danny ignored all the voices around him and looked at Nightwing directly as he prattled off his usual list when someone caught him talking to thin air.

“No, I’m not hallucinating. I got all my Rogue Gallery immunizations the day I checked onto campus. I’m not schizophrenic. The only meds I take are for adhd and the occasional Tylenol. I’m not a danger to myself or others. Unless they attack me first.”

Nightwing nodded along, but tilted his head at the end.

“I’m talking to the dead,” Danny answered the unspoken question in a tired monotone, waiting for the usual skepticism or plea for help with lost loved ones.

“Oh. Okay then.”

“What?” That wasn’t expected.

“No yeah, that makes sense.”

Danny was sure his jaw was on the ground. “You… you believe me?”

“Well sure,” the hero shrugged and chuckled. “I can’t see ghosts myself but I know a couple magicians who work with one, and my little brother Robin has a ghost on his team - she’s actually visible most of the time so I don’t know if that’s a special skill or something else going on. But I’m glad you’re okay and don’t need any emergency medication. I know a couple 24 hour pharmacies that would help but it’s nice when they’re not needed. We don’t get a lot of mediums around Gotham holding court at night so you really can’t fault me for checking in.”

Danny was still floating in the relief of not being questioned or doubted. That hadn’t happened since Jazz found out his secret. She’d had plenty of questions about his halfa status, of course, but never called him crazy for talking to things others couldn’t see. Even Sam and Tucker would forget sometimes and give him strange looks before realizing he was dealing with a Shade, Wisp, or Memory.

He didn’t realize he was wobbling until Nightwing’s arms shot out to stabilize him.

Danny blinked up at the pretty face that was trying not to chuckle, held by strong arms, and so far past tired he might be getting delirious after all because his brain seemed to have lost its filter and he said out loud,

“You actually believe me. I think I love you.”

Then the horrifying embarrassment hit at the same time as Nightwing’s laughter. Which… sounded delighted rather than mean spirited?

“Well now it’s your turn to wait in line, cuz that’s the fourth confession I’ve had this week!” They both devolved into snorts and giggles, Danny still relying on those arms for balance, but when they’d caught their breath the vigilante said, “Come on, you’ve really got to get some sleep. I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”

Ignoring the whispers and grumbles of the Shades was easier with someone walking beside him.

This is so incredibly cute oml. It’s so rare to see the bats actually go with the flow and god it isn’t done enough. 12/10 immaculate, glorious.

The entire plot I can see so clearly in my mind dude:

Danny chatting to Nightwing as they walk to his dorm

Nightwing asking some casual questions about ghosts and Danny asking about vigilante work.

Nightwing informs the Bats of Danny as he might be a valuable asset in the future.

Nightwing helps free shades with Danny and he realizes why Danny is so incredibly tired all the time.

Nightwing managing to stumble into Danny every day of his break, slowly getting to know each other more and more and becoming really good friends (perhaps lovers 👀).

Wonderful stuff man ty for the ask!

[nuemanfilms]

CAN FEEL YOUR EYES

s.w

summary; Sam cosplays as a firefighter for a job you’re all working, and you can’t keep your eyes off him.

warnings; smut, piv, softdom!sam, dirty talk, sweet talk, semi-public sex, praise, fem!reader, panties pulled to the side, against the wall, unprotected sex (don’t do that, pls), creampie, overall just really sweet, messy, fluffy sex.

notes; surprise, surprise. After a few months, i finally cooked you guys up something. happy late new year, enjoy <3

wc; 800+

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Sam cosplay for a case, usually in a suit and tie, or a police uniform — it varied depending on the case at hand.

Firefighter? That was a new one.

The elder had managed to clear the house out, leaving you and Sam to investigate the top floor, where the fire supposedly started. Well, Sam was more focused than you. You were too busy lost in your own thoughts about what you could do in that little amount of time alone.

The floorboards creaked as he pushed the bedroom door open, his hand gripped on your arm and pulled you inside the doorframe. You looked up at him in confusion, “Sam, what are we doin-“ He cut you off, turning the lock shut on the door.

“I can feel your eyes on me, you know that, right?” The confusion that painted your features quickly turned to embarrassment. Your cheeks tinting a light pink hue as a teasing smile curled on your boyfriend’s lips.

You didn’t know where you got the boldness from to smash your lips against his, but you did. Sam’s eyes widened briefly, the flashlight he held fell to the floor with a thud. His hands moved to lift you up, pinning you against the wall. Your lips never disconnecting once as you both hurried to rip off each other's clothing.

“Baby, c’mon-“ Sam groaned, his fingers snapped the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. The heavy metal that clipped his belt was undone as quickly as you could, pushing the leather out of its loops.

Once Sam had pushed your panties to the side, he slid his middle finger through your folds. You let out a gasp, “God, you’re fucking soaked, Honey.” Sam commented, a shiver ran up your spine at the coldness of his touch lingering on your flesh.

The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, Sam’s hand teasingly running his tip up and down your slit. You whined pathetically at his teasing, a smug smirk replaced the smile he held before.

Sam’s hand steadied on the side of your hip as he pushed in. Your head tossed back against the wall, your lips parted to let out a noise, but you couldn’t. This wasn’t your first time with Sam, but it felt like it every single time you did.

Sam cooed in your ear, urging you to lower your fingers down to your clit.

“Shh, shh. Don’t make a sound, baby… you’re doing good for me. So good.” He hissed out, feeling you squeeze around him at the praise. Sam gave you a few moments to adjust, waiting for your nod of consent.

You nodded, “You can,” your words left your lips more breathy than you intended. Sam snapped his hips, sliding out of your channel, and then thrusting back in. His free hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the cry you threatened to let out, “Don’t. make. a. sound. I don’t want anyone else to hear or see you, just me, understand? You wanted this, right?” His tone was rough, but there was no real malice behind his words.

The low groans and muffled moans were the only noise in the room beside the sound of his hips slapping against yours over and over again. His hand lifted from your lips, shushing you, before he trailed his fingers down to replace yours. The pad of his thumb pressed firmly down on your pearl, rubbing in tight circles to encourage you to let go.

“‘atta girl, there you go… So good, Sweetheart, aren’t you? Taking my dick like this, when we could get caught any second. You’re being so quiet too, honey… so fucking good for me, shit.” The way your body reacted to everything he did, his tone, his hips, just himself in general made his eyes roll back. The stamina he held for you drove you insane.

You could taste the metallic on your tongue, your lip held a bruise from how hard you were biting it. Sam let a few whimpers slip past, but not too loud. He could feel you getting close, your body getting limp against him. It caused his own hips to stutter themselves, “You can do it, I know you can. Cum for me, please? Cum all over it, baby… I know you have it in you.” The white shocks rushed through your body like electricity.

Sam’s hips slowed, but kept a pace steady enough throughout your orgasm. He groaned, a moan following him after as he came undone. The grip he held on your hip loosening, yet he still held you close.

Your heavy breaths filled the silence of the room, his lips littering soft kisses all over your face and your neck. The coos he gave you were so gentle, so syrupy sweet despite the dirty words he said just a few moments before.

“Hey, hey… c’mon, let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Good job, Sweetheart.” He smiled lovingly at you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you to the nearby bed.

[admiringlove]

imagine slytherin!prefect gojo who’s a pureblood, with his aristocratic smirk and the effortless way he broke every rule without ever facing consequences. he was everything a gryffindor like you despised: charming, cocky, and far too good-looking for his own good. you? a muggle-born gryffindor prefect who followed the rules to the letter, always organized and always ready to challenge him.

gojo loved to tease you—especially about your patronus, a phoenix. “fawkes jr,” he’d call you with that infuriating grin, and you’d fight the urge to roll your eyes. it never failed: that nickname was always accompanied by a flicker of amusement in his sapphire eyes, like he was waiting for you to snap.

you hated it.

you hated how effortlessly he would show up late to patrols, how he would mock your meticulous planning, how everything you did seemed to bore him. but there was a part of you, deep down, that wondered if it was just an excuse to get under your skin.

“you know,” he’d say, flopping onto a bench during patrol, “you’re the perfect example of gryffindor stubbornness. i’d bet you’d follow these rules even to the grave.”

you’d shoot back, “better than being a slytherin who thinks he can charm his way out of anything.”

you never understood why he baited you so much. but he did, day after day, with that devil-may-care attitude and smirk that made your heart skip in the most annoying way.

what no one knew, though, was that after hours, in the dead of night, the two of you met in the room of requirement. heads bent over maps and notes, the sound of quills scratching against parchment and murmured conversation, you worked together.

the whispered wishes of hogwarts’ students—requests too dangerous, too messy for anyone else—found their way into your hands. the marauders is what you called yourself. the perfect dynamic, really: you made the plans, and gojo carried them out with his infamous slytherin cunning, usually getting away with it all in a manner that made you want to throttle him.

you hated that it worked, but you hated even more how easy it had become to be in sync with him.

and sometimes, when the room falls quiet, and the only sound is the scratch of your quill or the soft hum of magic in the air, you catch him watching you. his expression isn’t mocking or smug—it’s something softer, quieter, like he’s seeing a side of you he wasn’t supposed to notice.

and maybe, just maybe, you’re starting to notice it, too.

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[dazzlingjaeyun]

do mean dom sunghoon overstimming reader as a punishment and i will give you my firstborn 🙏

cw: smut so MDNI! (fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation (duh), choking but not really, degradation but also praise, idek i'm just very confused)

hanna says: gimme the firstborn👹

"h-hoon, 's too much," you slur for the nth time, your boyfriends fingers relentlessly rubbing circles over your puffy clit. you try to squirm under him, but his other hand is holding your hips so tightly it almost hurts.

sunghoon's huff is the only sound that cuts through your whimpers and the squelching sounds of your wetness.

"i decide when it's too much," he replies through gritted teeth. "won't stop until the only thing you remember is my name," he mumbles, eyes fixated on your abused cunt and the way his fingers, fully covered in your arousal, move from your clit down to your leaking hole once more.

the feeling of his digit against your entrance makes you look up at him with widened eyes. sunghoon thinks you're so pretty like this – your dress hiked up, the flimsy piece of clothing resting around your waist, straps daring to fall down from all the squirming underneath him and eyes filled with tears.

"hmm, already can't take it anymore?" he asks, his voice dripping with mocking sweetness, "but princess, i didn't even start."

your reply gets stuck in your throat when he pushes two fingers in, making you gasp and arch your back just another time.

"you wanted to be a slut, so i'll show you just what sluts get." and with that, he quickly pulls his hand away from your core and grabs both sides of your hips, manhandling you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.

your head rests tiredly against the pillow as you try your best to stop your legs from shaking.

"say the word if it gets too much," his now soft voice cuts through the fog of your thoughts that are just filled with him, him, and him. his left hand gently massages your bruised hip, waiting for you to nod before all the gentleness disappears and he pushes his entire length in with one harsh thrust. the force of it would have been enough to make you lurch forward, if it wasn't for sunghoon's strong grip on your hips.

usually, he waits for you to adjust to him, but tonight he just can't wait to finally see you falling apart on his cock.

"so tight for me," he mumbles as he pulls out to his tip, only to slam his hips forward again. your hands weakly fist the sheets to somehow ground yourself as your boyfriend continues his movements.

"you think anyone else could fuck you like this?"

you try to shake your head, not trusting your voice, but you're too weak to even lift up your head from the pillow.

"right," sunghoon says, "pussy made just for me," he mumbles, repeatedly slamming his hips against yours, the tip of his cock meeting your cervix with each thrust.

it's too much and leaves you wanting more at the same time, your safe word constantly on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't get yourself to say it, it hurts too good :(

"mine mine mine," he grunts between harsh thrusts.

he lets go of your hip, his hand moving to your front to find your clit again. his fingers work fast, uncoordinated circles around your sensitive bud, way too captivated by how hard you're clenching him.

"s-sunghoon," you manage to whimper in between choked moans, feeling him twitch at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that.

"that's right, that's my good girl," he slurs, his free hand moving to your neck, pulling your torso up, your back leaning against his chest.

"want you to scream my name when you come undone on my cock," he demands, "i'm the only one who can make you feel like that, right?"

instead of replying, you just let your head fall back on his shoulder.

"your fault for being all flirty with my friends in that stupid short dress," he mumbles in your ear while his thrusts and his rubbing against your clit only grow harsher :(

that's what pushes you over the edge for the nth time that night. the intensity with which your walls are clenching around him making it almost impossible for him to move, as you just whimper a string of curses and his name, too far gone to form a coherent phrase.

when you come down from your high, the temporary pleasure giving way to pain, you weakly grab his wrist, tapping your finger on his skin to signal him to stop.

"fuck– almost there," sunghoon replies, not stopping his thrusts but slowing them down just a bit, "just a little longer, can you do that for me?"

© dazzlingjaeyun, 2025. please do not copy.

[namism]

Hi! Can I request a Zoro x reader who's mihawks daughter, I think it would be a funny scenario bc he would have to get his approval first lol

with wine, zoro | roronoa zoro

➳ categories: canonverse, female reader

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ summary: Who knew that the mysterious Dracule Mihawk had a daughter? Zoro certainly didn't, but now that he's fallen head over heels for her, he supposes he has to do something quickly.

➳ notes: i adore this request! this is by far the one fic of mine that i would proudly reread without cringing because it's funny 😭

➳ cross-posted on ao3

"Psst!"

Zoro looks to his left. Slowly, Perona floats past him with her stuffed animal Kumashi in one hand, the other holding her parasol.

"Where were you last night?" she asks.

Zoro ignores her and goes back to whatever he was working on.

"Were you outside again?" Persistent as ever, Perona floats in front of him and blocks his line of sight. "You must have visited that girl from the tower!"

"How do you know her?" Zoro snaps. Perona smiles to herself smugly.

"A-ha! I knew it! You and that girl are together, aren't you? You disappear so often, I can't believe I hadn't caught on until yesterday!"

Zoro grumbles under his breath. Walking past her, he asks Perona what she's bothering him for, to which she replies with her uniquely annoying laugh, one that Zoro has heard too many times over the course of the eight months they've been together on Kuraigana Island. Her Hollows fly around her as she bursts into a fit, bearing an expression of mockery on their translucent faces.

"Just bothering you," she answers. Zoro picks up the weights he was lifting moments ago and proceeds to ignore her again, but she continues to pester him. "What is she to you? A friend? A girlfriend?"

Zoro huffs in annoyance. "Why do you bother?"

"Because this island is boooring!"

"Find something to work on," he suggests.

It's Perona's turn to show her annoyance. Hovering over Zoro, she extends her arms and spreads out her fingers toward him.

"Negative Ho—!"

"She's a friend!" Zoro yells in panic. Perona stops her Hollow attack with a flick of a finger. "She's... special... can you get those stupid ghosts away from my face?"

"Wow. You aren't as unemotional as I thought." Blinking rapidly, Perona's hands fall to her waist. Zoro always seemed withdrawn like Mihawk, so she never pictured him as the type of guy to hold any romantic feelings for anyone.

A light blush coats Zoro's cheeks. He looks away shyly but composes himself apace. He can't be vulnerable in front of Perona—she would tease him for ages.

Perona has different plans, though. She would tease him if it were about anything else, but she's smack dab in the middle of nowhere, and her boredom convinces her to be more considerate than pesky. Besides, she's been annoying toward Zoro enough. It's time to compensate.

Using her powers, she conjures a Special Hollow and orders it to pick the swordsman in its mouth. Zoro drops his sword and flails his arms around helplessly. With a manic laugh, Perona flies to the castle with the Hollow trailing after her.

"Let's get you a girlfriend!"

Zoro didn't know what to expect when Perona dragged him back to Mihawk's shady castle, but the events that transpired were definitely not in his top 5 guesses.

Perona held him at gunpoint—just her Negative Hollows, really—and told him to list all the things he likes about you. When that didn't work because Zoro was too flustered to speak, she concocted the perfect plan that is guaranteed to win your heart over, should he execute it properly.

Right now, Zoro stands in front of you with his hands crossed over his chest. It's the morning of the plan's execution, but facing you brings him back to the first time he stepped foot in your dwelling.

Ever since he and Perona were teleported to Kuraigana Island eight months ago, he found himself exploring (or rather, getting lost around) the island that apparently housed Dracule Mihawk's residence. He lives in the abandoned castle of the now fallen Muggy Kingdom that stands in the middle of the dense forests, just a few kilometers away from a lone tower nestled in between the trees.

When Zoro explored (got lost) too far, he scouted the tower and found you there, sleeping peacefully. You shot up from your bed in panic and used your swords to attack, but Zoro had backed you into a corner. Afraid, you begged him for your life and proved your innocence.

Zoro had no business with a random girl he met on a random Tuesday, who was stuck in a random tower on a random island he was magicked into. Yet you eventually charmed him with your abilities, earning his trust and respect to a degree close to acquaintances. As time went by, you started getting flirtatious that crossed the line of "just friends," leading Zoro to feel a mutual fondness for you that he couldn't quite communicate.

That leads him to his current predicament. As he waits for your reply to his quiet confession, he prepares himself for what's to come.

"It doesn't take one to figure out that I'm fond of you, too," you tell him with a soft smile. "However, you have to ask someone first."

Zoro isn't surprised by your reciprocity, but he's surprised by the latter. Whose consent does he have to ask for?

"Who is it?"

"My father."

Zoro furrows his brows.

"You live alone."

"Well, yes! I live alone in the tower."

Suddenly, the front door of your home is kicked open. You turn on your heel to greet the visitor, while Zoro watches intently.

Mihawk appears at the doorway.

"Good morning, love. Sorry for my entrance. Are you in the middle of something?"

You run over to the man and help him with the bags of groceries in his arms. Hauling them over to the kitchen counter, you invite him inside the building.

"We were, but it's just Zoro. No big deal."

Mihawk looks at the swordsman, one eyebrow raising in curiosity at his presence.

Meanwhile, Zoro tries to understand what's happening. The fact that you know Mihawk isn't shocking since you've lived on the island your whole life, but being called 'love'? Zoro doesn't mean to be possessive, but he has a problem with that.

"I guess my student has become acquainted with my daughter," says Mihawk nonchalantly before helping you unpack your groceries.

At that moment, Zoro wishes to be eaten alive by the island mandrills.

What. The. Fuck. He thinks. Daughter?!

"Daughter?!" he repeats aloud.

"Mm-hmm! I don't live in the castle. This tower is far better than that ominous place." You hum to yourself. Looking at Mihawk, you grin sheepishly. "Sorry, Father."

"Doesn't matter. Your absence gave the ghost girl a room to her liking."

Nearby, Zoro hears a faint gasp.

Clasping your hands together, you approach Zoro slowly. You look at him with sincerity in your eyes, a look that has Zoro going crazy.

"Well, my father is here. Would you like to ask him now?"

But the admission of your relationship to Mihawk, his master, is far crazier. Zoro doesn't have the time to be wooed in by your cuteness because he feels like an idiot for not having caught on to this fact much earlier.

Your swordsmanship, your demeanor, your aptitude for many other things—Zoro understands it now. There is no questioning your abilities when you had genetically inherited them from someone. You're Mihawk's daughter, and you had always been.

"Is something the matter?" you ask softly.

Zoro loses the color on his face. He feels dizzy.

Floating right outside the tower's open window, Perona makes a face of surprise as she eavesdrops on the conversation.

"Shoot," she cusses quietly before flying away.

"I can't remember the last time I've witnessed anything more devastating than falling for your master's daughter," Perona ponders aloud, causing Zoro to glare at her as he nearly hyperventilates. "Calm down! We can do something about it!"

Zoro grits his teeth at Perona's poor attempt to cheer him up. Coming from the ghost girl who knows nothing but to attack people with her depressive powers, her optimism is anything but helpful.

"You said you spied on her a few times in the past. Did you not know this?!" Zoro shouts.

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't intrude enough!" Perona yells back. "You didn't even bother asking your girlfriend what her full name was! Ugh, you tire me out—you're unbelievable!"

After Perona fled the scene, Zoro followed in horror. He looked too disturbed that you offered to escort him back to the castle so that he could take a deep breath and process the situation. However, Zoro excused himself and instead ran down the spiral steps of your tower, disappearing into the forest that led him back to the castle.

Having reunited with Perona in her bedroom (that was apparently yours before she teleported to the island), Zoro admits that she has the right to insult him. Zoro never asked for your family name, and you never told him about it either. He thought you were an orphan since you had always lived alone, and it wasn't rare for people in the Grand Line to be secretive of their family.

Still, he feels like an idiot. Despite looking different from your father (you must have taken after your mother in appearance), you're incredibly trained with a sword, and you have a familiar aura around you. Zoro should have connected the dots together and theorized that you're Mihawk's daughter, but it's too late for that now.

He isn't mad by all means, but he curses the old man for not even telling him. He's been living under his roof for the past eight months, for goodness' sake!

Perona floats in front of him, twirling her hair.

"What are you going to do now?" she asks.

Zoro doesn't respond. He's clueless.

"Me either," she says. She flies around the room, thinking to herself. "Well, only a coward would accept defeat in courting a woman. Get back there and ask for her father's blessing!"

Zoro clenches his fists, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

"Help me with something."

Many hours later, Mihawk comes back from his day visit at your tower. Tired from today's events, he decides to lock himself in his bedroom and take some time reading the newspaper over a glass of wine. To his dismay, he seems to have run out.

Thus, he immerses himself in the newspaper, wine-less, thinking it's good to cut down on the liquor for a while. In the middle of it, a knock sounds on his door, followed by a soft clink of glass. Mihawk waits for a minute to pass before standing up from his seat and peeking out the door to investigate the sound.

Whoever had knocked is now long gone. Instead, there sits by his foot a bottle of unopened wine and a piece of parchment. Mihawk collects the items and retreats to his bedroom.

He opens the bottle and pours himself a drink. Then, he settles back in his armchair and finishes the newspaper before picking up the parchment.

"A letter," he says to himself. He reads.

Thank you for taking me under your wing.

I'm sorry for running out earlier. I like her, and I stand by that.

Have this for now.

With wine, Zoro

Mihawk drops the letter on his lap and takes another sip. He laughs to himself.

The next day, he calls Zoro to his room as he reads the daily newspaper with careful sips of the gifted wine. As Zoro speaks, having swallowed his pride another time in front of the man, Mihawk leans back into his chair, seemingly pleased.

With wine or not, he was going to give his permission anyway.

[tfwbluu]

SHARING IS CARING

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader + heeseung

WARNINGS — vampire!heeki, blood sucking + biting (duh), threesome, fingering, double penetration (mouth & hole), pet names, praise + one cockslut, oral (m. rec), overstimulation, riki & reader are dating each other, aftercare.

WORDCOUNT — 2.6K

NOTE — u can imagine reader being anything, human or not, up to u~ ive been wanting to write about vampire enha so that’s how this came to be. . lmk if i missed anything in the warnings not 100% proofread so ignore any mistakes pls.

Riki had known for a while that his eldest hyung had feelings for you. Heeseung had tried to win your heart years ago, and even after you and Riki got together, the older boy still seemed to harbor those feelings, though he kept them more discreet out of respect for your relationship. It wasn’t a revelation to Riki—Heeseung had always been captivated by you.

You were stunning, confident, and kind. How could anyone not fall for you? After all, Riki himself was hopelessly in love with you. Perhaps that’s why he wasn’t entirely uneasy with the bold idea that crossed his mind one quiet afternoon as you lay cuddled against him, your warmth lulling him into contemplation.

“Angel, what do you think of Heeseung hyung?” he asked casually, his fingers lazily running through your hair.

You perked up at the mention of his name, curiosity sparking in your eyes. “He’s okay... Why? What’s with the sudden question?”

Riki hesitated for a moment, then leaned closer. “Well, you remember that one time you joked about wanting to have a threesome?” he asked in a hushed tone.

Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your cheeks as you stared at him. “Yes… why?”

“Well, I was thinking… why not extend that offer to him? You and Heeseung used to have a fling or two, right?” Riki said casually, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm.

“It was not a fling. We were drunk, and we made out. Once,” you retorted, giving him a pointed look.

“Still counts,” he teased with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes before pausing to consider his suggestion. “Although… I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you admitted, your voice softer now. “Are you sure he’s the one you’re comfortable with?” you asked, searching his expression for any hesitation.

He smiled at your reaction, leaning down to kiss your temple. “I can’t think of anyone else I’d trust, love. But if you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine too—hmph!” His words were cut off as you pressed your lips to his, silencing his doubts.

“It’s okay, baby,” you murmured against his mouth. “I think it could work.”

Riki’s grin widened, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll talk to him later,” he said with a teasing tone, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Oh, but before that...”

He gently moved your hair away from your neck, and without warning, his fangs sank into your skin. You yelped in surprise, feeling the sharp sting as he drank from you. It wasn’t unusual for him to feed on you, but this time, it had caught you off guard.

“Just getting you ready for later,” he murmured, pulling back and licking the small wound before planting a soft kiss over it. A warmth spread through your body, and you realized it wasn’t just the intimacy—it was the aphrodisiac in his bite.

“Feeling a bit warmer already, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and playful. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” With that, he gave you a mischievous wink before leaving the room, leaving your heart racing and your body buzzing with anticipation.

Riki didn’t waste any time. A simple suggestion was all it took to pique Heeseung’s curiosity, and now they were both heading toward your shared bedroom.

“Wait, Riki, are you serious about this?” Heeseung asked, trailing behind the younger nervously.

“Come on, hyung, I know you want this as much as we do,” Riki replied casually, his pace quickening.

“Are you actually serious, or—woah.” Heeseung stopped in his tracks, his breath hitching as his eyes landed on you, sitting on the bed in the most stunning see through dress. The delicate fabric hugged every curve of your body, leaving little to the imagination.

“Hi, baby. I’ve been waiting for you two,” you greeted, standing gracefully and moving toward Riki to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Sorry, angel, it took a little convincing,” Riki said, smirking.

“W-wow… uh, Riki…” Heeseung stammered, his eyes unable to leave you as you sauntered toward him, a mischievous smile on your lips. Gently, you reached for his hand and pulled him into the room.

Riki smirked as he leaned casually against the doorframe, watching Heeseung’s wide-eyed expression. “Relax, hyung. This is what she wants. What we want,” he said, his tone calm but firm, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

You stepped closer to Heeseung, your confidence palpable as you placed your hands gently on his shoulders. “You don’t have to hold back,” you murmured, your voice soft and inviting.

Heeseung’s eyes flicked to Riki one last time, searching for reassurance. The younger boy gave a simple nod, the corner of his lips quirking into a playful smile. “She’s all yours for now, hyung. Go ahead.”

Unable to resist any longer, Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as his lips finally claimed yours. The kiss was heated, needy, as if he’d been waiting for this moment far too long.

You felt Riki’s presence behind you, his hands grazing your hips lightly. “She’s so eager for you, hyung,” he teased, his voice low. “Go on, angel, show him how good you are.”

“Please,” you whispered, your voice breathy and soft as you tugged Heeseung toward the edge of the bed. Heeseung let you guide him, his breathing uneven as you sank to your knees, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Not many words were exchanged; it didn’t take long before Heeseung was fully undressed. Riki, on the other hand, removed his clothes but kept his boxers on—for now.

“Gonna be a good girl, right, angel?” Riki murmured, his hand gently caressing your head as you knelt between Heeseung’s legs. His cock was already hard, the tip glistening with precum.

You nodded eagerly, and Heeseung groaned when he felt your soft hands wrap around him, stroking him slowly. His fingers clutched the sheets beneath him as your tongue flicked over his sensitive tip, eliciting a low moan.

“F-Fuck,” he breathed, his voice heavy with pleasure, though his movements were hesitant, unsure of how far he could go.

“She likes it when you pull her hair and use her mouth,” Riki said casually, taking Heeseung’s hand and guiding it to the back of your head. The gentle tug made you moan around Heeseung’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine.

“S-shit, you can take it, right, baby?” Heeseung asked, his voice trembling as he began to thrust into your mouth slightly. You nodded, your doe eyes looking up at him, filled with submission and desire.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Heeseung started moving more confidently, his cock sliding deeper into your throat as choked, wet sounds filled the room. Riki leaned back, one hand stroking himself slowly as he watched you being used, his eyes dark with hunger.

“Good girl,” Riki praised, his voice low and smooth. “Keep making him feel good.”

“F-fuck…” Heeseung moaned, his voice trembling as he neared his climax.

Pulling out of your mouth, his release spilled onto your lips. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, letting the warm substance settle on your tongue before swallowing it with a deliberate gaze that locked with his.

“She loves it when you come inside,” Riki chimed in, his tone playful, “but either way works.” He guided you onto the bed, positioning himself comfortably against the plush pillows before pulling you to rest in front of him.

“C’mere, Seungie,” you whispered, reaching out to him. He leaned in, and your lips met in a sweet kiss, allowing him a taste of himself on your tongue.

Their deep maroon eyes glimmered—a telltale sign of their vampiric nature. Heeseung’s lips trailed from your mouth down to your chest, lingering on your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin.

“You don’t need permission, hyung,” Riki murmured, his voice low and coaxing.

“Hmm… okay,” Heeseung exhaled, his restraint faltering as his fangs pierced your collarbone. He groaned softly, intoxicated by your sweetness.

“Tell us if it’s too much, angel,” Riki reassured, before sinking his fangs into your shoulder.

The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of slurping and your quiet, breathy moans as you writhed in their arms, your body alight with heat.

A soft sigh slipped from your lips as Riki’s fingers glided between your folds, sliding two fingers inside with effortless precision. His movements were steady, deliberate, each thrust drawing out a shiver as the intoxicating rhythm made your breath hitch. His mouth lingered on your skin, drawing fresh waves of pleasure with every heated pull. When they finally pulled away, a heady haze settled over you, your vision spinning slightly from the gentle loss of control.

Heeseung shifted beside you, his dark, hungry gaze locking onto your trembling form. Without a word, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down with agonizing slowness before casting them aside. Riki’s fingers spread you open, holding you in place as Heeseung positioned himself at your entrance. He paused briefly, the moment electric, before sinking into you with deliberate slowness. His thick length stretched you inch by inch, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips as your body yielded to him, molding around him with eager need.

“F-fuck…” Heeseung groaned, his voice ragged as he began to move, slow and deliberate. “You’re sucking me in so perfectly, princess.”

Riki smirked, leaning in to press his lips against the wounds on your shoulder, his tongue gliding over them to soothe the sting. “Tastes so sweet too, doesn’t she?” he murmured, his gaze flicking to Heeseung.

“The sweetest,” Heeseung replied, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “Gotta thank your boyfriend for letting me finally fuck this perfect pussy.”

His hips picked up speed, pounding into you with force, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with the lewd squelch of your arousal, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Your moans grew louder, raw and unfiltered, as Heeseung continued to claim you, each movement sending you spiraling further into bliss. He couldn’t resist sinking his fangs into you again, his lips latching onto your skin as he drank deeply, all while his cock pistoned relentlessly in and out of you.

“Close?” Riki whispered, his lips brushing your ear as his hands fondled your breasts, his fingers kneading and teasing. He trailed soft kisses along the curve of your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

“Y-yes… fuck! Please~!” you moaned, your hands gripping Heeseung’s shoulders tightly, your body trembling with anticipation.

“Where do I cum, princess?” Heeseung rasped, his tongue gliding over his lips to catch the lingering taste of your blood. His voice was thick with strain, his hips snapping desperately as he chased his release.

“I-inside… please,” you whimpered, your voice needy and desperate. Riki’s hand slid down between your thighs, his fingers circling your clit expertly, pushing you closer to the edge.

Both you and Heeseung reached your peaks together, your bodies trembling as waves of pleasure consumed you. Heeseung spilled inside you, his cock throbbing with every pulse, while you clenched around him, crying out as your own orgasm washed over you.

“So pretty…” Heeseung muttered breathlessly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Still have energy left, baby? You wouldn’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting,” Riki teased, his voice low and playful. Without missing a beat, he shifted your position, turning you to face him.

“Ki…” you pouted, reaching for him.

“Come here, angel,” he said, opening his arms as an invitation for you to nestle into his chest.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” you murmured, poking at his exposed erection, hard and aching in the cool air.

“Hmm, how about this?” Riki suggested with a sly grin. “I’ll fuck you while you suck hyung’s dick, yeah?” He was already adjusting your position before you could reply.

Heeseung quickly caught on, moving to kneel in front of you while Riki positioned himself behind you. Both men helped guide you onto all fours, setting you up for what was to come.

“Remember, just tell us if it gets too much,” the older murmured. But Riki’s patience was waning. Without waiting for you to adjust, he thrust into you from behind, setting a relentless pace.

Meanwhile, Heeseung kneeled in front of you, gripping his cock as he brought it closer to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded, his voice deeper than usual. You didn’t hesitate, taking him into your mouth as he groaned in approval.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping, muffled moans, and heavy breathing. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, you could feel your body trembling as Riki pounded into you, his movements rough and needy.

Heeseung was no less intense, his newfound confidence showing as he gently pulled your hair back, guiding you to take him deeper. “Haa… such a good cockslut,” he praised, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you choked slightly but kept going.

Behind you, Riki groaned, his pace quickening as his release drew closer. “Fuck…” he breathed, his head tilting back as his hips snapped harder into you.

Your mind was hazy, eyes rolling back as you surrendered completely, taking everything they gave you. Moans and whines spilled from your lips, never ceasing, as they filled you to the brim, pushing you past every limit.

Both men came without warning—Heeseung spilling into your mouth while Riki filled you up from behind. Heeseung pulled out, watching as you swallowed every drop, but Riki wasn’t done yet. Despite his own overstimulation, he kept pounding into you, determined to push you over the edge.

“C’mon, angel, I know you’re close. Just one more for me,” he urged, his fingers finding your puffy clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

Your body tensed as the pleasure finally overwhelmed you, a scream tearing from your throat as you squirted, leaving you trembling and out of breath.

“Good girl…” they both murmured, their voices soft and comforting.

Heeseung quickly fetched a wet towel while Riki pulled you into his arms, cuddling you close. When Heeseung returned, he gently moved you to the couch, carefully wiping you clean while Riki busied himself changing the sheets as fast as he could.

“Drink up, baby,” Heeseung said, handing you a glass of water and watching as you drank it down completely. “Good,” he praised with a small smile.

Once everything was tidied, the two men slipped on new boxers, while you put on a fresh pair of panties. The three of you finally settled into bed on the fresh sheets—Heeseung lying in front of you, Riki snug behind.

The peaceful silence lingered for a moment before Heeseung broke it, his voice hesitant. “Would… this be a one-time thing, or…?” he trailed off, bracing himself for your answer.

You smiled softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. “Well, if you don’t want it to be, then why not make it official?”

Heeseung’s eyes widened in surprise, flicking toward Riki for confirmation. The younger simply shrugged, a teasing grin on his face. “I guess I don’t mind sharing, as long as it’s you,” he said playfully, earning a light smack from you.

“We can talk about it later,” you yawned, your exhaustion finally catching up with you. “’m tired.”

Both men chuckled at your cuteness, their voices warm with affection. “Okay, angel,” Riki murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Sleep well,” Heeseung added, his fingers brushing gently over your cheek. Wrapped in their shared warmth, you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and cherished between them.

PERM TAG LIST — @bussolares @rikiives @contyynishimura

[lexirosewrites]

Eddie starts courting Steve not long after Starcourt "burns down" and he picks him up off the side of the road. He was bloody and confused and dead on his feet but still trying to walk his way home since his keys were still in the bunker and the government said he had to give the Tod Father back to the original owner.

Eddie finds him, takes him in somewhat reluctantly, and falls head over heels in the process of nursing the Omega back to health.

Steve was happy to be courted, but he had three conditions. One, Eddie wasn't allowed to ask about what really happened to Steve at the mall. He knows it couldn't have been a fire, but he can't ask. Two, Eddie needs to meet the kids and Robin and be ok with their presence in both their lives. He needs to understand that sometimes they will take priority. And three, Eddie needs to stop dealing. Steve doesn't really mind the drugs so much as he isn't willing to see his Alpha's future go down the drain because he gets caught, let alone have to see him get thrown in jail on trumped-up charges after they've become attached. With Hopper gone, he's less likely to get by with a warning the next time someone catches him.

Eddie agrees readily, with the contingency that he will start seriously looking for a part-time job and quit dealing as soon as he gets one. He understands why Steve is worried, but he doesn't deal for fun. The bills need to be paid and Wayne is already breaking his back to make ends meet.

With both sides satisfied, they begin their courtship.

Neither of them has ever been so happy. Both of them have struggled in their own way to find love and ended up believing that maybe there wasn't anyone out there for them. Steve had been through more than one drop in his life, making him wary, but Eddie had a way of holding him that made him feel safe to fall again. Eddie has always been shunned, and no Omega has ever considered him to be a viable option, let alone The One. Steve looks at him with such love and adoration, filling every room with the scent of content Omega.

The only thing is, Eddie never stopped dealing.

He did what he said he would. He meets the kids, takes them under his wing along with Steve, and befriends Robin as much as she will let him. She's a little protective of Steve, but she's warmed up to Eddie in her own way. He never asks questions even when he gets woken up at 2am to the feeling of Steve thrashing around in bed next to him, whimpering about things Eddie doesn't understand. He even gets a job. He makes money under the table assisting at Berry's Car Repair on Main Street three days a week.

But the money isn't good enough. Eddie wants to be a good Alpha. The best Alpha. Doesn't ever want to give Steve a reason to leave and find someone else. Wants Steve to be showered in all the nice gifts he deserves. He knows Steve isn't with him for the money or the lavish courting gifts, but he also knows that his Omega has expensive tastes and the look Steve gives him when he presents him with a large cashmere blanket for his nest or a tin of the fancy face cream he ran out of the week before makes the lie feel more than worth it.

Because, really, it's not that big a deal is it? He doesn't get a real paycheck, just a wad of cash at the end of the day. He only deals in the woods behind the school, appointments only, and then sneaks the money into his envelope with the money Berry gives him at the end of his shift so Steve is none the wiser. He's as safe as he can be and he's making Steve happy with the extra money that doesn't have to go to Wayne. It's only until he graduates, he says to himself, just until he can get a full-time job and make it big with his band and really dote on his future mate.

It's fine.

It's all fine.

Until Chrissy Cunningham flags him down. Until she asks for a little bit of ketamine to help her relax. Until he's on the run, out of his mind, because he just saw something impossible. Something terrible.

Until he's slamming his Omega up against the wall of a dirty boathouse he's not supposed to have the keys to anymore.

noooooo 😭

[starfilmz]

THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins.

thoroughfare masterlist ──── 05 | 06 | 07

a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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[mythicmanuscripts]

The first time Aemond realizes his political marriage could be more than that. Reader and him are in the gardens or library just passing time and they seem genuinely interested in what his favorite flowers, books, and things to do are.

This is such a good idea!! I love this.

Nothing NSFW or explicit here so no cut, enjoy!

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Aemond had always known that one day his parents would make a match for him and he would be forced into that political marriage as part of his duties to his family. Of course he knew this, but that didnt mean that he wasn't unhappy about it. When the day finally came and he was told a match had been made, he just sort of shrugged and asked when the wedding would be.

He was determined to hate you from the very start. He denied all requests to meet you beforehand, wouldnt even answer any letters you sent him. He knew his duty was to marry you and father children and he would do that, but he was determined to not do anything more than that.

This proved to be so much more challenging than he thought. He wasn't expecting you to be kind to him, and he certainly wasn't expecting you to go out of your way to respect his boundaries. That was the first thing that made him pause and reconsider things. He had always thought marriage and intimacy would be akin to what happened to him at the brothel all those years ago. He had assumed his wife would just start it, remove his clothes, tell him what to do, leave the room after and then wait a few weeks to see if an heir had been made. If not, the whole thing would have to happen again.

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him the first time you showed this unconditional respect and care. He had finally had too much of his mother's demands that he do his duty and so he had you summoned to your marriage chambers, that neither of you actually stay in at this point. You know why he's called you at first, but even so you decide to take things slowly. You cupped his cheek, and then raised your other hand to his face. Aemond was about to recoil, thinking you were about to remove his eyepatch, but then instead you actually fix his eyepatch? You gently unwind the hair that got stuck on the rope of the eyepatch and then pulled it down slightly to fit better around his head, ensuring it wouldnt fall off.

Aemond is speechless. He just stands there in shock, trying to process how you just did something so kind for him without a second thought?

Of course that instant isn't enough for Aemond to change his mind about your marriage just yet, but it's the moment Aemond first considered that you might be different than he expected.

The next time he sees this is a few days later when you're being having to endure some fancy dinner with some rich and utterly insufferable lords to ensure they keep their oaths to the king. You were originally supposed to sit opposite Aemond at the table, but you moved before anyone else arrived and sat down next to him instead. He's confused at first, until one of the lords starts telling a story about his hunting escapades and you lean towards him a bit more, whispering in his ear that there's no way this lord has killed a single animal, nevermind the insane deeds he's going on and on about.

You can see the way the corner's of Aemond's mouth tilt up ever so slightly to form a small, amused smile that he has to try and hide from the lord who still hasn't shut up. The comments slow easily from there, whispering to each other or making gestures only the other could see. Aemond couldnt remember s single thing about the dinner or the plans made by the end of it. He was far too busy whispering to you and listening to your comments.

(Later on, after you have been together for a long time, that whispering to each other so soft you can barely hear a sound becomes something you and him are known for.)

It's after that that he has to begrudgingly accept that you might not be the awful bride he had imagined. At its very best he was hoping for a wife that didnt make his life hell. He in no way expected even the possibility of someone who actually seems to understand him and enjoy his company? For a few weeks he's constantly trying to reel himself back, try to keep up the cold act with you but it was failing quickly.

Interestingly enough, the thing that throws him over the edge is actually overhearing you speak to others? Aemond had been on his own for so long, for his entire life really. Not literally of course, but he was never treated like the other children. He was never given the same care and safety as everyone else. He had just assumed you would be more on his mother's wife than his.

One day he's walking in the castle and hears your voice, then more specifically hears your voice saying his name. He stays hidden against the wall just before the doorway and listens to the rest of the conversation. He's speechless when he hears you tell off someone, reminding them that Aemond is your husband and you will never, ever betray him. He doesn't know what he did to get this loyalty. If he was being completely honest he's ben a useless, lousy husband for the entire duration of his marriage thus far and yet there you are, still defending him despite it all.

Once Aemond realises he may have found confidant in you, then the entire dynamic changes. Everything about how you speak to and about him help him realise that he may finally have someone on his eyes.

The two of you start to have dinner alone most nights in your shared chambers. You're supposed to have dinner, try for an heir and then both go off to your respective private quarters for sleep, but none of that follows dinner for a long time. Instead, you ask Aemond about his day and offer advice and quips alongside letting him complain and rant in a place where he knows his words won't be used against him.

He's never had a bond like that, never had someone he immediately thought of whenever something happened and he wanted to talk about it or complain about it. It stops being about politics after that.

(Sidenote: i do think there could be some angst when Aemond realises he wants more of a true partnership because there will inevitability be a rough period where he wants do desperately to be with you more but also thinks you still just consider the marriage one of politics)

[ihaznoclue]

Hello there friend I am back (The one who did the mirio tying a balloon to readers back) which I loved!

I am here to request something for the sonic 3 movie as I saw it and I am obsessed

Can I get Sonic, Shadow and Knuckles (Shadow can be on sonics teams if that makes sense)

Maybe that you and him are relaxing after a well earned day, maybe relaxing on the couch and you wanted to give him a reward for saving the day once again

So you decided to give him some head pats to which causes him to purr and then fall asleep

I actually searched up that hedgehog and echidna's can purr which I didn't know but now I do!

Pairings -> Sonic, Shadow and Knuckles x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> They deserve a well deserved rest and some head pats | This can be after sonic 3

Genre -> Fluff

Sonic the Hedgehog

It all started with a chill morning, nothing to crazy as you watched form afar while Sonic, Knuckles, Tails and Shadow have a little race between the four of them

Tom and Maddie were simply in the house doing their own things before the others decided to come back inside. You on the other hand didn't mind this at all, looking after the four of them with Tom and Maddie, well duh because you lived with them

Your favourite was sonic, you loved his personality, he was prideful, cheerful, most energetic and cocky hedgehog you've met before you met the others.

Sonic loved to hang out with you, he loved your presence and comfort you brought that keeps him positivity and comfort he liked you

After a day of racing and then suddenly being called out to help defeat someone and than other hero stuff that he needed to do

He just wanted to rest, you decided to watch a movie with him on the couch, Ozzie being next to sonic as he was in the middle

You had a arm resting on the top of the couch behind sonic's head, the brightness of the TV slightly blinding you

You looked down at sonic as he was quite interested in this movie as Ozzie started to walk out of the room to somewhere else

You smiled as you reached your arm that resting on the couch down his head as you started to give him pats and some head scratches behind his ears, trying to be careful of his blue quills

His ear perked a little as looked up at him confused on what you were doing

"What are you doing?" He asked, you chuckled at him as you responded "I'm giving you head pats.. do you want me to stop?" You said as you stop with the head scratches behind the ears

"No, it feels nice actually don't stop" He said as he reached his head up to your hand, which you slightly giggled as you went back to giving him affection

Going back to looking at the TV for a few seconds you started to hear purring, the only other person well hedgehog who was in the same room as you was sonic

You looked down at sonic to notice he was asleep, leaning his head onto your side as he had a smile as you he purred away

A little bit of thumping was also heard by his tail that was slightly wagging onto the couch below

You couldn't resist to carefully get out your phone to take a little photo of this moment

It was to cute!

Shadow the Hedgehog

He hadn't received affection form anyone beside Maria before you know.. Died..

He was cold and mysterious as he only got closer to you as he started to live with the others as he had nowhere else to go, Tom and Maddie knew you were the right option to look after Shadow as they look after the others

Shadow never really talk that much to the others but he seemed to give a liking towards you as he gave you some words out of his mouth

Shadow was powerful and fast, but he was cool looking to you as you felt like you needed to give him some affection and comfort of your own

You wanted to give him as much comfort and love as you knew how much he has suffered and being locked up for 50 years in that God awful tube

Now Shadow came back from a little mission of his own as he teleported by using his chaos control back to the house, slightly scaring you as you were seated on the couch relaxing

"Hmph scaredy cat" He smirked a little as you gave him a little pout "Well you did just appear out of the blue without any warning" You spoke back causing Shadow to look at you with curiosity

"What are you doing?" He asked, you looked at him confused as you looked at what you were doing yourself

"Um.. Relaxing?" You said like a question

Shadow raised an eyebrow as you now thought of an idea, patting the couch beside you "Sit, Relax with me Shadow"

He didn't fight it as he sat next to you with arms cross across his chest fur, he didn't think as he just look straight ahead at the TV that was playing in front of him

"You know, you can release your tension, don't have to act tense in front of me" You spoke but got a gruff in response

So you decided to try something to help him as you reached out a hand to started giving him head scratches which caused him to flinch back

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking a little bit grumpy at you

"Trying to help you relax, trust me it would work. You've been working so hard and I want to help you" You replied as you stilled your head in front of him

He looked at your head and back at you, seeming to think about it as he reached his head to your hand as his ear flattened

You smiled as you started to work through his quill being gently, scratching behind his ears as well which seemed to have a effect on him as he started to purr a little

His head seeming to move a little bit more closer than he was before, which you slightly chuckled a little as you looked back at the tv

Now it's been a couple of minutes, "Shad-ow.." You looked back down at Shadow to only see his peaceful restful face

You gave a little smile as you whispered

"Sleep well Shads"

Knuckles the Echidna

Again hasn't received much affection since he lost his tribe and father the ones he cared for but lost at a very young age

I believe that he would forget the warm touch of comfort that someone gives him, or he would be a little bit worried if he would accidentally hurt them by his strength

But that's when you came around, sweet and kind with a quiet but comforting presence that would make him feel at ease just by you being there with him

After being out for nearly the whole day because of villains and guarding and other stuff that you never know what this echidna does

He finally gets home but.. something wasn't right

He looked furious as if someone pissed him off, which was most likely out of the other possible chances that could of happened

He was also dirty with dirt and grub on his fur and stuck in his quills, dirt smudged on his muzzle cheek

You just stood there trying to not laugh as you covered your mouth with a hand, Knuckles closing his eyes for a second then re-opening them

"What happened?" You asked

"I would not like to talk about it" Knuckles said in a grumbled tone like he was about to punch something or someone

You cleared your throat as you asked him if he wanted a bath to clean himself off

Knuckles just simply followed you the bathroom, you turning on the tap as water ran down into the bathtub

You sat on the edge of the bathtub as you didn't want to question much on what happened to knuckles as he took off his gloves and his shoes

"Want bubbles?" You asked as you took a bottle of bath bubble, lavender scent

"What is bubbles?" He asked which to you excitedly took the cap off and started to pour in the bubbles as you started to swirl the water around causing Knuckles to become interested

After cleaning him off gently and dried him you two were sloughing on the couch watching some TV as you two relaxed

Knuckles needed this and you knew it

Reaching a hand down to gently pet his head caused him to look up at you as he questioned what you were doing

"What are you doing with your hand?"

"Petting you" You paused your hand "I could stop if you like-" You spoke as you pulled back your hand only for it to be grabbed by Knuckles hand

You thought he would crush your hand but he was gentle with grabbing your hand, he pulled your hand back to his head as he looked away

"Do It again" He spoke in a quiet tone, you gave out a little smirk as you continued on what you were doing

After a few minutes of doing what you were doing you hearing thumping, looking down to see that Knuckles fell asleep while his Tail was wagging against the couch

This causes you to snort a little at the adorable moment

Continuing with petting his head as you went back to watching the TV until you fell asleep yourself

-A<3

[t0jisd0ll]

Yandere guitarist (male) head-cannons

cw: yandere traits, literally nothing else lol, this guy is a cutie pie <33

disclaimer: I want to emphasize that I do not endorse or support this type of behaviour. This content is purely for entertainment purposes.

Yan!Guitarist, the golden-hearted lead guitarist of a local indie band, who’s always wearing the biggest, goofiest grin as he pours his soul into every performance.

Yan!Guitarist, who notices you for the first time mid-performance, nearly missing a chord when he catches you smiling and nodding along to the music.

Yan!Guitarist, who practically bounces off the stage after the set, rushing to find you with a slightly breathless, “Hey! Did you like it? Did you have a favorite part? Oh, wait—you don’t have to say the guitar solo, but… was it the guitar solo?”

Yan!Guitarist, who immediately lights up when you compliment his playing, his face going red as he scratches the back of his neck and stammers, “Aw, you’re just saying that… but, uh, thanks. Really.”

Yan!Guitarist, who finds himself thinking about you nonstop, his bandmates teasing him for how distracted he seems during rehearsals. (“Dude, you’re writing love songs now? Who’s the lucky person?”)

Yan!Guitarist, who starts inviting you to every gig, always making sure you get the best seat in the house, his face lighting up whenever he spots you in the crowd.

Yan!Guitarist, who doesn’t even try to hide how much he’s into you, constantly sending you cheesy texts like, “This riff reminded me of you!” or “Practicing is way harder when I can’t stop thinking about your smile.”

Yan!Guitarist, who gets adorably pouty when you’re too busy to hang out, sending you exaggerated sad selfies and messages like, “Guess I’ll just practice alone… again… 😢”

Yan!Guitarist, who can’t stand the thought of you spending time with anyone who might take you away from him. He’s not aggressive—just clingy, always finding ways to keep you close.

Yan!Guitarist, who drags you to band practice and lets you sit on the couch while he plays, throwing you shy but excited looks every time he nails a tricky solo. “Did you hear that? That was for you!”

Yan!Guitarist, who insists on walking you home after every show or late-night hangout, his arm slung protectively around your shoulders as he chatters about his dream of you being his permanent plus-one.

Yan!Guitarist, who becomes your personal cheerleader, hyping you up at every opportunity and making sure you know just how special you are to him.

Yan!Guitarist, who might seem soft, but when he sees someone flirting with you, his energy shifts. He’s quick to bound over, throw an arm around you, and cheerfully introduce himself as “their boyfriend!”

Yan!Guitarist, who has a habit of slipping his hoodie or jacket over your shoulders, murmuring, “You look better in this than I do. Actually, you look better in everything, so… just keep it?”

Yan!Guitarist, who doesn’t realize how possessive he’s become until he catches himself thinking things like, “They’re mine. They’re mine, right? They wouldn’t leave me… would they?”

Yan!Guitarist, who gazes at you with so much adoration it almost hurts, softly whispering, “You know I’d do anything for you, right? Just… promise me you’ll always stay by my side.”

Yan!Guitarist, who falls so hard and fast that he’s practically your shadow, trailing after you with boundless energy and endless affection, determined to keep you as the center of his world.

Yan!Guitarist, who might be golden retriever soft but will still bare his teeth at anyone who tries to come between him and his favorite person.

© t0jisd0ll on tumblr. Please do not steal my work as I spend time, and I take a genuine effort to do it.

[kinardsevan]

2 + 49 for the numbers prompt

“This was a mistake,” Tommy mutters as Evan moves off of the couch, searching for his pants on the floor. The younger man whips his head up at his words and narrows his gaze at his ex, ire set into his expression. 

“Oh like that’s shocking,” he hisses as he finds his pants. “You need the god damn cover of nightfall to even call me and fuck.” 

Tommy gulps but doesn’t respond. Evan isn’t wrong. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” Tommy rasps after a moment when he stands. he pulls his pants back up and buttons them, looking around his living room for his own shirt. 

“That’s so fucking convenient for you to say, isn’t it,” Evan growls, stepping into his jeans. He looks over at the other man. “It’s a mistake. We can’t keep doing it. You’re weak and you just, what? Need me?” 

Tommy forces down a breath, keeping his mouth shut still. 

“But apparently not enough to fuck me for the rest of my life,” the younger man grumbles softly. “No, apparently I’m not good enough for that. Just one night stands now.” 

“Hey!” Tommy grips his forearm tightly as he spins Evan around, his face red and his jaw tight. It’s taking everything in him not to let the tears that desperately want to come to actually fall. 

“What,” Evan taunts, anger still laced through his tone. “You said you couldn’t be my last, but you clearly have no problem letting me think I’m good enough to fuck. So is that what it was the entire time, Tommy? I was a good place to put your dick? Work out the baby bisexual while I made you my god-damn human diary? Because you have all my secrets now and-…” His voice chokes off as his own emotions threaten to take over, rage ebbing off of him like steam after a hot shower. 

“Walking away from you is the hardest thing I have ever done,” Tommy rasps at him. “You think I thought you were just a good lay? You’re the whole goddamn package, and I knew I was blowing my entire life up the first time I kissed you, because you were never going to pick me. Not in the end, Evan. No one does that.” 

A small amount of the anger coming off of Evan seeps out of his expression, but Tommy shakes his head, glancing up at the ceiling to keep his emotions reigned in as best he can. Tears are swimming in his vision, and it’s all he can do to keep them from actually falling. 

“You think you know what you want, but six months from now-..” 

“I’m so in love with you that I went to bed thinking about what we’d name the kids every night,” Evan cuts him off. “Thought about what color we’d paint the nursery. If we’d have a two-stall garage or if that would even be big enough for the car lift and the muay thai setup. You think I was being hasty? I was bursting to keep it all inside, Tommy. A-and you think it was just bisexual haze? I never thought about all of that with anybody else. Not Abby, not Ali, not Taylor.” 

Tommy stares at him as Evan goes off, feeling stripped by his statements. He’s heard exes talk about feeling that way when they inevitably found the next person after him time and time again, but he’s never so much as gotten an inkling of it from anyone after Abby, and with her, it was never actually going to happen. 

“You say no one picks you, but I was fucking trying,” Evan tells him. “Not for five seconds, or a year, or two. For the rest of my fucking life. But apparently, that’s too hard for you.” 

Tommy’s breath is shallow as he steps forward, his free hand wrapping around the back of Evan’s head as leans his forehead against the younger man’s. 

“Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done, Evan,” he whispers, his eyes closed as the tears finally fall. “It’s the losing you part of it that would kill me. When I said I couldn’t deal…” He leans back slightly, his fingers wrapped around Evan’s jaw to push him back a few inches, although he doesn’t remove his hand. His gaze runs over Evan’s face and chest and back up. “It ends at you. There’s nobody after you. I don’t move on from here. I was just trying to find a way to make it out alive.” 

Evan lifts his hand up to where Tommy’s is still on his face. 

“Then meet me in the middle, and believe me when I tell you there’s never going to be anyone else,” he rasps. “And let me love you anyway.” 

[shoopsthereitis]

jegulus | 1k words

lil jegulus I wrote for a secret santa for a dear friend. sirius finding out about jegulus at hogwarts

“James, no,” Regulus insists, pressing a hand to James’ chest in the corridor.

“Come on, Reg, please? No one’s around. It’s late, and I haven’t seen you in days.” James knows he’s being reckless, but he can’t help it. He didn’t mean to run into Regulus, but when he spotted him during his Prefect rounds, he couldn’t resist catching up, feeling drawn to him like a magnet. He’s missed him more than he probably should admit—more than what’s acceptable for two people who’ve been secretly dating for four months.

It all started by accident. A few months ago, James found himself in the library needing to study, but it was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday. He wandered around, searching for a place to sit, and the only available seat was at a table with Regulus. Reluctantly, Regulus let him join, and by the end of the night, James was completely smitten. After that, hallway run-ins where James would change course just to walk Regulus to class, and Quidditch changing room chats became weekly occurrences, and it all fell together naturally. Neither of them had expected to fall for the other, so they’ve been taking it slow. 

Now, four months later, they’re still together, and James couldn’t be happier. But with how protective Sirius is of his brother, Regulus has insisted they keep the whole thing a secret. James gets it, but part of him hates lying to his best friend. He’s been trying to convince Regulus that they should tell him now that they’re serious. Thankfully, Regulus is warming to the idea.

“We could go back to my dorm? I think Remus, Sirius, and Pete are at the library,” James offers.

“After the other day when I was trapped in your room under the invisibility cloak, I don’t want to take any chances. I missed Potions because of that, and Sirius nearly caught us.” 

“But he didn’t,” James grins. Regulus rolls his eyes, the way James loves because he only does it when he has no snarky comment to say back.

“Anyone could find us here, we’re not exactly hidden.” Regulus’ body betrays his words when he steps closer to James, his hands reaching out for his robes. James instinctively brings him in, pulling their bodies flush. 

Running a hand through the soft strands of Regulus’ curls, he tips his head back, their eyes meeting. “Regulus,” James starts, feeling completely lost in his storm grey eyes, “I really want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

There’s a war going on behind Regulus’ eyes, weighing his options, debating the risks. Ultimately, he gives in, sending James a small nod before leaning up. The moment their lips touch, the rest of the world falls away. There’s only thoughts of RegulusRegulusRegulus.

This is what always happens with the two of them. They get utterly sucked into each other’s orbit, and are unable to notice anything else. Even the other day in James’ dorm, they were much too close to getting caught, not realising the door had clicked open until they heard Sirius and Peter’s voices. Regulus practically rolled off the bed, and James had to cough and stomp his foot to cover the thud of Regulus’ body hitting  the floor as he covered himself with the cloak.

“James, I missed you,” Regulus whispers against his lips, and it makes James' heart sing. It always takes a few minutes for Regulus’ walls to come down, but when they do, when he gets soft and open with how he feels—there’s nothing like it.

Heart fluttering from Regulus’ words and his body lit up from Regulus’ touch, James stops worrying about where they are. Unfortunately, he probably should start paying more attention.

“What in Merlin’s name is this?”

They pull apart, James whirling around to find Sirius. His arms are crossed, a scowl on his face, and he looks pissed. James has half a mind to run, but that thought fades when he turns and sees Regulus, whose expression mirrors Sirius'—scowl and everything.

“What does it look like, Sirius? I’m kissing James,” Regulus says dryly. 

“I can see that, Regulus. What I’m confused about is why it doesn’t look to me like a first kiss,” Sirius responds. 

James’ palms start to sweat. If there’s one place you don’t want to be, it’s in the middle of a fight between the Black Brothers. “Sirius, we were going to tell you—”

“Tell me what? That you’ve been kissing my brother? Cus it sure doesn’t seem like you were going to tell me.”

“I—we—the thing is—” James is floundering. He knows it, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“We’ve been seeing each other for four months. We weren’t going to tell you unless it became something worth telling. Which it has, so surprise! James and I are dating.”

Heart flooding with warmth, James can’t help but look at Regulus, likely with a dopey look on his face. Regulus’ lips twitch quickly when his eyes shift sidelong to James.

“Please don’t be mad, Sirius. I really like him. I wanted to tell you, I swear—”

“Prongs, relax.” Sirius’ expression softens into a small smile as he steps forward, placing his hands on James’ shoulders. “I’ve had a hunch about you two for a while. The way you look at each other? It’s not hard to figure out. Also, you’re not as sneaky as you think. I knew Regulus was in the dorm the other day, why do you think I droned on about nothing for an hour?” Sirius grins. “Honestly, I’m ecstatic. My best friend and my brother? How could it get better? Just don’t hurt each other, and I’m all for it.”

Shocked, James looks back at Regulus before his head turns towards Sirius, a wide smile on his face. 

“You’re really fine with this?” Regulus asks.

“I’m fine with it. I’d just prefer not to see it. And don’t ever lie to me again, James.”

James smiles. “Wouldn’t think of it.How did you even end up over here, anyway? This isn’t on the way back to the dorm.”

Sirius pulls the map from his pocket, waving it in the air. “Next time you try to hide something from me, maybe don’t forget we have a map that shows us where everyone in the castle is.” His lips curl into a mischievous smirk and James laughs.

“You have a map that shows you where everyone is in the castle?” Regulus blurts out in disbelief.

Whipping their heads toward him, Sirius and James share a sidelong glance.

“Shit,” they say in unison.

[eetherealgoddesss]

ꨄWebcam of Horrorsꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Yandere - Webcam Pornstars

❦And you thought that you were the creep.❦

Cam Boys x Female Reader

❣︎Honestly, this is gonna be a long, fucked up story.❣︎

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

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Enjoy!

Webcam of Horrors

“That’s fucking perfect, Felix.” The male breathes out, voice echoing from the screen of your laptop. Your lips are shut tight as you gaze at the intense display of the two males you were keen on tuning in consistently.

The ray from the led lights flashed perfectly against the male’s glistening skin, sweat seeming to cast a perfect glow against his fit torso. Once his head falls back, you can see his adam’s apple bob once he swallowed, groaning before he bit his bottom lip. Both of his hands tangle through the red hair that covers his midsection as he thrusts his hips against the mouth engulfing his thick cock.

Once he sits back up, his eyes focus downward on the person known as Felix. His lips are slightly apart as he continues his grinding, one hand releasing the red head to grab his own milk chocolate curls. The wet noises line up perfectly with the steady rhythm the dyed haired male is bobbing, the upper part of his toned back facing the camera. The man known as Orson shifts his green eyes to the camera before he gives a mischievous smirk to the audience.

“You wanna see me cum, huh? You want him to swallow it all?” His hand now shifted to hold Felix’s long hair in a ponytail.

You ignore the chat’s comments as they speed with excitement, your own eyes widening as you eye the screen with awe. There’s a distinct shine to your eye and shiver in your body when you hear his husky voice that feels as though he’s speaking to you.

“Fuck.” You whisper as you press the higher button of the vibrator that buzzes around your clit, your comforter covering your body as you lie on the bed.

“Or should I cum on his pretty face? Tell me what you want me to do.” He moans out before his body tenses. His nose scrunches as his eyebrows furrow, teeth meeting his bottom lip once more as he tightens the grip on Felix’s hair, snatching his head off his cock as he looks down at him.

“What do you prefer, princess?” He smiles before bending over and reaching for the camera, turning it to display Felix’s face.

“Oh God.” You quietly moan out at the fucked out reddened face of the pretty male. His brown irises face the camera as his eyelids fall heavy. You can see the glistening of slobber and precum plastered around his mouth, his own skin shining against the light perfectly as his sweat glistens. Some strands of his hair stick against the front of his face. His mouth hangs open as he quietly breathes heavily.

“Want you to cum in my mouth.” He responds with his eyes still facing the camera, lips slightly swollen and red from the constant movement of deepthroating Orson’s thick girth. The chat’s comments once again appeared swiftly with exhilaration.

Orson repositions the camera to display his hardened cock falling against Felix’s face. The red haired male’s hand circled around the shaft before patting it against his tongue. He stares intensely into the camera as he sucks the tip of Orson’s cock before releasing once more.

“Please let him cum in my mouth. Don’t you wanna see me swallow it all?” He questioned in a sultry tone before giving kitten licks to the swollen dick.

You had to press the downward button on your vibrator to not release an orgasm right then and there. Their sessions were always so intense. Especially with this viewpoint. Your head falls back for a moment before eyeing the screen once more.

“Jesus.” You breathe out. The chat goes even faster as people give their answers quickly, desperately even.

Orson finally placed his cock back in Felix’s mouth as the man sucked him in. The steady pace from earlier becomes faster with more pressure in his hips as they meet with Felix’s lips. Brown eyes kept their eyes upward toward the camera, holding such a filthy fucking gaze as he took it all.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Orson breathes out behind the screen. His moaning went straight to your clit, as well as the toy once you pressed the higher button once more.

“Aw fuck.” Orson grunts, “I’m gonna cum.” Your legs tense against the bed as you became closer and closer to your own orgasm. Right when Orson held Felix’s head against his base with a final groan and thrust, you followed along with your own release, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you grind against the toy.

You breathe heavily as you come back to reality, just as Orson pulls Felix off his cock and releases him. The red haired man grabbed the camera and parted his lips to show the sticky white substance all over the inside of his mouth before closing his lips and swallowing the entire load.

Chuckling, he turned the camera to face a heavy breathing Orson who leaned back in his chair with an arm over his head. His cock is slowly becoming flaccid as he exhibits how clearly tired he is from the session. The camera turns back to Felix before he giddily smiles at the camera.

“Thank you for all the donations, chat. We really appreciate your support. Let’s see each other again soon, kay?” You groan as the live ends, post-nut clarity hitting you hard. You feel like such a creep watching these guys. Especially since you know exactly who they are. Well…technically you don’t since you just know of them, personally. You guys sit in some of the same classes at your college.

They’re pretty open with their identities considering they are also influencers. You’d think it’s dangerous to put yourself out there like that, especially being in a university but influencers and celebrities do it all the time anyway. Unlike their other fans you have known them since you three went to the same high school together when they first began their career.

University is probably a plan b for them considering their wealthy upbringing. You’ve been in the background since the beginning. You couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of their lifestyles. Of course, you have your own life, family, friends, and have even had some relationships. You have your own car and apartment. Your life isn’t terrible, but who else is able to live in a luxury apartment with luxury cars. Yes, you’re kind of a hater but at least you are aware of the unhealthy comparison.

You’ve seen people sucking up to them in the auditoriums and on campus grounds. It only made you roll your eyes at the pathetic view. It feels weird seeing people you grow up with become famous. And here you are, masturbating to them every other day. You really are classified as a true hater. Pathetic right?

You don’t even think they’re together. You’ve seen them pass through different girls and guys and even had some online drama between them and exes appear on your social media timeline without your consent, though they never respond to the drama or accusations of whatever petty shit randoms come up with. Considering your placement, you were not expecting the day where you would actually be put in the position to interact with them for a project.

“You’re Y/n, right?” Felix questioned. You ignored the way his sweater fell, exposing his shoulders. You also ignored his signature ponytail, a strand falling over his face elegantly.

“Yeah, and you’re Felix or Orson?” Damn, you get on your own nerves. You got so nervous that you overly thought about this interaction and asked him something that you already know. Awesome. At least you can blame it on the page that lists all the groups you were emailed by the professor. They shouldn’t know that you know which is which anyway.

“Yes.” He smiled. He was shorter than you thought he’d be, only standing a couple of inches above you now that you got to observe him up close. “This is Orson.” He introduced an aloof familiar face, a taller figure now standing beside him.

“Cool.” You nod awkwardly as you rub your hands against your pants. You are not usually such a stiff person but standing in front of two celebrity pornstars that you watch consistently is pretty intimidating. It didn’t seem to faze either males, if they even noticed it in the first place.

Felix proceeds to ask you for your number before he types it into his contact list and sets up a group chat for the three of you. You eye your phone at the text that was sent.

F: hey ;)

You add their contacts before you all set up a date for you to visit their apartment. The first meeting wasn’t so bad. You were in for a surprise when you stepped into the luxury apartment though, having not experienced any place like it. It had you thinking about making a webcam account yourself but of course that thought wasn’t serious.

Orson continued with his bored energy as he barely paid attention to any of the work you had to do, scrolling endlessly on his phone for the most part. Felix was keen on helping work through ideas and notes as you guys set up your powerpoint.

After a few routined visits you were a little annoyed by Orson’s attitude. Scratch that, you are pretty annoyed by his fucking attitude. It’s not fair for you and Felix to do all the work and you’d be damned to keep dealing with it.

“Orson, can you please get off your phone and help us with the project?” You didn’t understand why Felix never said anything. It didn’t really seem to bother him at all. The brown haired man seems to ignore you as he eyed his phone before he breathed out a sigh.

“You guys got it, don’t you?” Your breath hitched at his phrasing which reminded you of the last webcam video you had watched of them before this project began. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue watching the last few times they were live since you’ve been in such a close vicinity to them. A frown grows on your face before you clear your throat.

“Listen, you’re gonna help with this damn project. I am not about to get a bad grade on this just because you want to laze around. It’s also not fair for us to do all the work. Get your shit together and help right now.” You know that you’re probably being a little extra and maybe even a little bit of a bitch, but it’s the principle that counts. Right?

His eyebrows furrow before he placed his phone face down on the table and leaned over in his seat. His green eyes glare at you before a smirk forms on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Felix eyes both of you. His fingers slightly tightened against his pants as he gazed at the scene. He’s also curious as to what your answer’s going to be.

“I will inform the professo-.” You were interrupted before you could finish the sentence.

“The professor? You’re gonna tell on me, Y/n?” He chuckled, mocking you. “And you think he’s gonna believe two against one?” You gasp at the indication that Felix would lie for him.

“Felix you can’t be serious! You know that’s not fair.” His face falls on the palm of his hand as his heavy-lidded eyes gaze back at you.

“Can’t we just get back to work, Y/n? It’s not really worth your grade if we tell him the opposite, right?” Your eyebrows furrow before you begin gathering your stuff.

“You know what, fuck both of you.”

Honestly, your emotional outburst came from embarrassment. You were humiliated by the fact that you ever masturbated to two assholes like them. It’s so pathetic.

Two weeks have passed since the incident. You hadn’t heard from them nor had you spoken to the professor. You could only guess that they haven’t either since you haven’t been notified of anything from your instructor. However, you did notice that their seats are empty for today’s class. That is, until both of them stroll in about fifteen minutes into the lesson. Your instructor ignored them because most professors at your university don't care about tardiness.

Your eyebrows furrow when both men sit on either side of you, leaning back in their seats. Orson man spreads with his hands stuffed in his hoodie’s pocket as he stares at the screen of the professor’s projector. Felix sat with a leg and his arms crossed before you felt his gaze on you.

“Done with your tantrum?” He whispered.

“Tantrum? Are you kidding me?” You responded with a whisper-yell in disbelief.

“Yeah? I’d like to get back to the project, you know.” He stated with an unreadable expression.

“I’m going to talk to the professor today about switching groups.” Orson sighed in response to your claim.

“No you’re not. Quit bullshitting.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You there!” The professor pointed in your direction. Your eyes widened as you pointed to yourself to clarify, in which he nodded.

“Yes! Is there a reason you’re disrupting my class?” Your body tensed. You were so focused on all the heads turned back to you and the professor’s judging eyes that you didn’t see Orson and Felix slightly cover their mouths to hide their smiles.

“N-no sir. I’m sorry!” After you apologize, everyone’s attention shifts back to the front as your eyes slightly water with embarrassment, a burning lump in your throat. Your face is hot as you slightly scoot down in your seat from your knees touching to make yourself smaller.

“Especially not after that.” Orson whispered.

“Come over tonight at 7.” Felix whispered from your other side. You ignored both of them and kept your eyes on the screen.

So embedded within your own humiliation you failed to notice the gazes that eyed you up and down. The slight pout your expression holds, the discomfort in your features, and the appearance of the tenseness of your figure has caught their attention. Let’s just say, embarrassment and humiliation looks quite enticing on you.

The night went as well as it could. This time Orson actually paying attention to what you and Felix were doing when it came to the project. You were slightly more quiet than usual from the earlier embarrassment and also the last time you had been in their apartment.

“This is so boring. Let’s take a break.” Orson groaned out after an hour of you guys working on the project. Little did you know that statement alone would change your whole life.

Originally you had decided against it. Claimed you needed to get home even though you really had nothing planned. Without a care of what you were saying Orson had already left the office and hopped on the living room’s sofa. Felix lightheartedly talked you into coming along with them. Honestly, it wasn’t bad. The movie played in the background as Orson watched and Felix quietly asked you questions about yourself. You were suspicious at first and even questioned his sudden interest.

He explained that he wanted to get better acquainted with you as well as Orson even though he doesn’t act like it. So you played along. Months end up passing fairly quickly and you end up gaining a weird friendship with the stars. You’re nowhere near as close as you and your small set of friends are but it got to the point where you seemed to have regularly begun hanging out, even after the project was over. Orson even seemed to have slightly opened up to you as well.

They have invited you to a party that is full of influencers and other people within the same industries as them. It is someone else’s mansion and it is packed with people. Once you and your friends made it in, you were greeted by Felix.

“Hey, chérie!” You roll your eyes at his nickname he had been calling you for a while now.

“Hey princess.” You respond with the nickname you had called him in response to his title for you. Since Orson calls him that all the time, you knew that it couldn’t lead back to the webcam lives. He pulls you into a tight hug with a lit blunt in his hand. Honestly, Orson and Felix are some of the most handsy people you know.

His happy vibe dims once his dark eyes make contact with your friends before he goes back to normal. It was so quick that you thought you had imagined it.

“Drinks are at the bar over there!” He excitedly tells your friends as they smile back and look over in excitement. You follow as they begin to walk off. Before you can fully walk away, Felix grabs your arm gently.

“The real party is this way!” He yells over the crowd. You look back at your friends in concern but he pulls you along anyway. Once you make it upstairs, you see a smaller crowd of people, some in which you have seen pop up on your timeline with millions of interactions. You honestly couldn’t believe that someone who had no connections to the industry is surrounded by important people right now. It’s fucking with your nerves but you remind yourself that they’re all humans and so you shouldn’t give a fuck.

Your eyes widen when Felix pulls you to a table where people are snorting lines of cocaine, including Orson.

“Holy fuck.” You say quietly as Felix hands you the blunt.

“Relax, chérie.” He gives you his signature comforting smile before you take the blunt and suck in a large hit. After Orson finishes his sniff, he rubs his nose before looking at you. A slight smile fixed on his face.

“Hey, pumpkin.” He says before standing from his position to give you a hug. You respond with a “hey, Orson,” before you both get distracted by someone calling a few of you over.

Once everyone gets in their position, someone propositions the game Truth or Dare. Time passed as people switched around each other, daring some people to sniff a line, or for some people to make out, even for some to undress in front of everyone. A lot of crazy dares with barely anyone choosing truth. Once someone finally got to you, they dared you to do seven minutes in heaven with two random people.

You froze in your seat at the dare. You were slightly flabbergasted considering you had no clue who those people are. Both the man and woman seemed to have no problem with the circumstances and even began to get up from their seats. You were so focused on the couple that you missed Orson grabbing the collar of the guy who made the dare and leaned over to whisper in his ear. The stranger’s body tensed as his eyes widened from the words being growled in his ear.

“H-hold on! Actually I have a more interesting dare! Y/n, I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with Orson and Felix!” He chuckled, playing off his nervousness. “It’d make for interesting content if ya record it.” He cheekily added on.

Your eyes widened slightly before you realized that you guys didn’t have to do anything crazy and could literally just sit in a closet for seven minutes. You got out of your own seat before both men locked arms with you on both sides, giving you their signature smiles. You only smiled back before heading to one of the nearest walk-in closets. Once you all walked in, the door closed behind you which caused you all to stand in darkness before Felix turned the light on. You chose a spot and sat down with your arms resting over your spreading legs, feet planted on the ground.

“Alright, so now we just sit here for seven minutes? We could totally sneak and grab some alcohol or something right?” You question as you watch Orson sit behind you with both legs on either side of you and Felix crawl in front of you. It was a position that you all had lied in before and it hadn’t bothered you. It was nothing sexual and you honestly found it hard to see them that way anymore since your friendship formed.

Arms snaked around your waist as your back was pressed against Orson’s torso. You were caught off guard when Felix pulled your thighs up, causing you to slide down as he grabbed your face with both hands.

“I’d like to try something else.” He said lowly, heavy eyes you hadn’t even seen during the close up webcam lives. You gasp when you feel the hands from behind grabbing your covered breasts.

“What are you doing! You can’t touch me there!” You exclaim before placing your hands on Felix’s shoulders to push him back.

“It’s just a game, Y/n. Don’t make it so weird.” Orson hissed before Felix met his lips with yours. Memories of the webcam lives you watched while masturbating came up as you tried to come to terms with this reality. This had actually been something you wanted for so long. Why ruin it now?

Both of your lips collided with each other passionately, slowly grinding the skin together as he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. His tongue slithered inside your mouth as his hands forced you to slightly bob your head against his, sucking his tongue in the process which ripped a moan from his throat.

Orson eyed the display with lust as his hands moved under your top. You breathe heavily as your head is forced to turn when Felix releases your mouth and feathered slow, passionate kisses down your neck. Residue saliva leaks down your chin as Orson groped your bare breasts. He held one of the mounds while beginning to glide the other’s nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felix pulled your shirt up, revealing your crystallized nipples. Orson released your breasts to use one hand to grab your neck and the other to place on your scalp.

“Don’t take your eyes off of him.” Orson huskily said near your ear. You couldn’t believe what you were experiencing right now. You could barely even think clearly.

While eyeing you, Felix repositioned himself to blow over one of your nipples. He slowly glides his tongue up your nipple before flicking it against the tip of his muscle. The sensation sends a shock to your clit as you almost moan out.

“You want him to lick your pussy, don’t you?” Orson breathes out before the hand on your scalp glides down your torso. He rubbed the skin sitting under the lining of your pants as Felix’s lips closed around your nub, sucking the skin softly as he kept his gaze on you.

It’s all becoming too intense. You can feel the wetness of your vagina soaking your underwear. This should be completely enjoyable, but you can’t help feeling guilty. All you’ve done is sexualize your own friends who have always been human beings. Yes, it’s how they make their money, but now it all seems too personal.

“Wai-!” You cut yourself off when you feel Orson’s finger right on your clit. How’d he find it so fast? You felt him use some of your slick to easily rub the padding of his finger against your clit.

“Should I let him, Y/n?” You bit your lip to hold in your moan as his finger rubbed along your bud. Honestly you didn’t know a handjob could be so good. Unlike other men, he’s right on the spot that sends an electrifying pleasure throughout your body, causing your figure to tense and your hips to lift. Felix chuckled on your nipple before speeding up his kitten licks and closing his lips around your nub at a fast pace.

“Guys…” You groan out, as Orson rubs your clit in a specific pattern that has you pushing your head back against him, especially with the sensation adding to the pleasure coming from your nipple.

“I think you should take your meal, princess.” Orson smirked as he made eye contact with Felix. The red head hummed in agreement before releasing your nipple and kissing down your torso. Each connection causes a shiver to run down your spine.

“M’ gonna make you feel so good, chérie.” He said in a low tone, roughly pulling down your pants. You move to stop him, holding onto his arms.

“W-wait! It’s probably been seven minutes a-and we should probably stop!” You really didn’t want this friendship to take such a devious turn. Orson gripped your neck, immediately shutting off your airway as he tightly squeezed against you. Your eyes widened as your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your struggle to breathe caused your heartbeat to swiftly gain momentum.

Felix chuckled as his head tilted, watching you grapple to remove Orson’s hand from your throat. Tears form at the brim of your eyes as your legs attempt to close, though Felix’s body blocks them from doing so.

“You gonna behave?” Orson question against your ear. You couldn’t see it, but any amusement fell off his face. He was truly tired of you always acting out and resisting. It’s about time you begin to know your place.

“Stop moving and answer me, Y/n. Are you gonna fucking behave? I will literally make you pass out right now.” He threatened with his grip tightening once more. With the amount of pressure he’s holding against you, there was sure to be a dark bruise. You wondered if the coke had gotten to his brain. The pure enjoyment on Felix’s face was off putting. What the hell is wrong with them? Dark dots began to circle around your eyesight as your eyelids become heavy and your body became hot and sluggish. You finally nodded your head the best you could, resulting in Orson releasing your neck.

The tears fall fresh down your face as you come to terms with what just happened. You are ready to put your clothes back on in shame and leave. Your hands pull down your shirt, covering your breasts before you reach for your pants. Felix grabs onto your hand before giving you a look of disbelief.

“Come on, chérie. Don't be like that.” He groaned in disappointment before you swat his hand away.

“N-no you guys are weird fucking assholes.” Orson leans back against the wall with his arms crossed, allowing you to get dressed while Felix moves out of your way. They both wear bored expressions as you gather yourself and walk out. When you got downstairs, you found your friends and told them you wanted to leave.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and you had been avoiding the cam boys for a while now. Not only were you uncomfortable after the party, but the bruise hadn’t disappeared fully either. You’re currently sitting in the campus’s cafeteria with one of your friends as you talk about the situation.

“I don’t know when I’m going to talk to them. I might not ever.” You huff as you use the fork to play with the spaghetti on your plate.

“I honestly wouldn’t blame you. That’s so fucking weird.” F/n agreed with you as she brought the fork of salad to her mouth.

“Yeah. I’d just block them at this point.” The slam of the cafeteria door opens, catching the attention of you, your friend, and the few people in the vicinity. Your eyebrows furrow when you see both of the men you hadn’t wanted to run into walking straight towards you.

Both of them pull seats to the same table as you and your friend before sitting down like they owned the place.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Orson questioned you. You couldn’t see under the table, but Felix was scratching the skin of his pants as he eyed you with concern.

“No, what’s your fucking problem?!” You reversed back. There’s no way that you’re just going to let them turn this all on you.

“This isn’t a game, Y/n. You’ve been ignoring and avoiding us for too long. You need to get a fucking grip.” Felix hissed, his nails digging deeper into the fabric.

Their eyes… there’s something deeply wrong with their eyes. The feeling in your stomach twisted, making you want to retreat. Something is deeply wrong with these people.

“L-look. I don’t want any beef, but I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. I don’t want to talk or hang out or anything. You guys crossed a line and I’m just not comfortable with it.” Your breath hitched as the hairs on your skin stood tall. You felt like a deer that just caught onto a predator approaching. Something… something is deeply amiss. Something is off about their presence… their eyes. You can’t pinpoint it but you know you need to stay away from them.

They just stare at you. They stare at you like you just declared war against them and their family. They stare at you like they want to literally jump across the table and fuck you up. It honestly looks like they might even want to kill you. Your friend sits to the side uncomfortably before she breathes out at the intense situation.

“Can you guys leave now? She’s already made herself cl-!” Before she could finish her two scents, you both jolt at the loud noise that rings from Orson slamming his fists on the table before leaning towards you over the table. All the while, Felix’s nails pierce through the fabric as they drag across the bare skin of his thighs, blood beginning to appear as he stares at you with this desperately disgusted look on his face.

“You’re gonna regret this. I’ll have you on your knees begging for our forgiveness, Y/n.” Orson says calmly before standing up and walking away, Felix walking right next to him. You release a shaky breath once they leave while your friend sits in silence along with you.

After that moment, you felt as though eyes were on you wherever you went. You barely left your apartment during spring break. Your friend that knew about the situation had come to visit you a few times since the incident but you hadn’t heard from her in a couple weeks since the last time she came over.

You also hadn’t heard anything from the guys nor received any messages from them. You hadn’t even seen them in person for a while either. Out of curiosity, you decide to enter their webcam live one night. You were utterly confused when you saw that instead of them recording to the public and a full chatlog, you were in a private live. Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

You viewed the empty room that’s usually a decorated bedroom with led lights, only to see that it’s much darker and looked to be the inside of a rusty warehouse. You had no clue what was going on but the drop in your stomach warned you that it was nothing good. After sitting for about ten minutes with nothing on screen, the sound of a door finally opened before you heard someone walk in. You watched as the masked figure of the person entered the camera’s view.

“Finally got the notification that you were on.”

You could only stare at the screen with your instincts heightened as you began to feel paranoid and unsafe within your own surroundings. The voice changer the person you could only guess was one of the guys used was octaves deeper, making everything even more creepy.

“As someone who used to be one of our biggest supporters, I have a special surprise for you.” He said before he walked off camera. Once he returned back in view, you gasped and covered your mouth when you saw his hands tangled in your friend’s hair as he pulled the top of her head into view. You honestly couldn’t tell if she was dead or not, your vision only seeing the part of her closed eyes and nothing below. Tears began to fall out of your eyes as your whole body trembled at the scene.

“She talked way too fucking much.”

“Oh god!” You exclaimed when he pulled up her severed head. Displaying on your screen was half of your friend’s face, the lower half completely gone, someone clearly having sliced through her entire jaw and mouth, only the top of her mouth showing at the bottom. There was no fresh blood and her skin was purple. She must’ve been dead for a while.

“Oh god, oh god please! Holy fuck!” You are hysterical, tears and snot falling freely as you hold onto your torso. “N-no fucking way!” You cried from the bottom of your gut. You couldn’t stop the vomit from splattering on the floor, falling to the ground yourself. The memory in your head is completely unreal as you continue to vomit.

“Come on, pumpkin. This is nothing to get sick over.” Your hand shook as you froze over your own mess. He can see you? You finally look up at your doorway and see another masked figure standing there with a camera gazing at you.

“O-oh god! St-stay the fuck away from-!” You release more vomit as you gag and move back, puke staining your own clothes as you continue to weep.

“Oh, chérie. You’re such a mess.” The person in your room says before walking toward you.

“Please don’t kill me!” You sob out, terrified out of your goddamn mind. You wanted to be tougher. You wanted to stand up to them, but you couldn’t. You knew you were too weak. You were so fucking scared. Pathetically scared.

Camera close up on your ruined face and all, the man in your bedroom crouches down without a care of the vomit and holds your chin gently with his gloved hand.

“Awe Pumpkin, all you have to do is be good for us. That’s all we want.” The man on the laptop cooed, chuckling before shutting the live off from his side. The man in your room lowers the camera to the clean part of the ground and caresses your face with both gloved hands while you continue to sob.

“You were so mean to us.” He mockingly whined, removing the voice changer and his mask.

Felix gave you a fake frown before pressing his nose and forehead against yours. You could only continue sobbing.

“You’re gonna behave, right chérie?” You could only pathetically nod in response. You wonder how they even found out about your webcam identity. How did they find out? It didn’t matter now. You’re stuck for as long as they want you to be.

“Isn’t she perfect, princess?” Orson breathes out behind you as the sound of his cock glides in and out of your ass at a steadily fast pace. His hand is placed on the back of your neck as you cry out from the fullness of both ends, your head falling on Felix’s shoulder as he plows into your pussy from under your sweaty body. His lips are parted as he desperately fucks into your pussy, the head of his cock consistently beating against your g spot as he holds you in place, chasing his high.

“Fuck. Yes. M’ gonna cum soon.” Felix’s voice is shaky as his head falls back, his face covered in pure bliss. He’s grinding into you relentlessly.

The chat runs wild with excitement as they watch you from wherever they have their set up. They hungrily devour the men taking advantage of your body, feeding onto the filthy pleasure they’re viewing.

You couldn’t hold back your groans and cries, tears falling down your face at the cocks sliding in and out of both your holes. You hate that it felt good, the pain and the pleasure, the intensity of being watched by numerous people, the position of being forced to take it all in. It was so intense and you’ve never felt anything like it. It sucked to love it, but you know that the pleasure is only for a moment. Once you’re done with the high of your orgasm, the pit in your stomach will return along with the numbness of your emotions. You hated it. You hated it all.

The trauma lingers within you and the only people you can turn to are the people who caused it in the first place, constantly giving you a false sense of comfort just to keep you tied to their bounds. When will it end? If it ever ends.

You all cry out at the same time as your pussy tightens around Felix’s cock. While you release an orgasm, the men engulf your insides with semen. You lie there in their arms, full of cum as it leaks from inside you.

After a moment of deep breathing, Orson removes himself from behind you and walks to the camera, bringing it towards you and Felix as he hugs you from below. After a moment he turns the camera back to himself as he smiles cheekily at the strangers.

“We’re so fucking worn out, chat. Thanks for always joining us. We’ll see each other again soon.”

[simonbrain]

Hey friend. I've put off this ask a little while, because I'm sure you're tired of getting it by now, but... are there any updates on the neglected! reader (a/b/o)? I really liked that one, and though I have no issues with the second part not being done yet, a little progress update (if you want to add one) would be very cool! Thanks for writing :)

ugh i know i've been putting it off for a long time but i haven't abandoned it guys! just feeling very stuck with where the narrative is sitting rn 🥲 however, here's a little tease of the beginning of part two, keep in mind it may not be written exactly like this when i post it:

"what?" kyle mumbles, rising from john's lap to grapple with the sudden coldness that overcomes him. no one else says anything, but you can see how your words affect the rest of them: john stiffens in his seat, simon's dismissive glance has turned into a burning glare, and johnny's hand has slipped from where it was resting on his captain's shoulder, a look of confusion and panic twisting on his face.

your anxiety may have dissipated, but that doesn't make this any easier. the air feels too tense, too uncomfortable. you don't like how agitated everyone's scents became the moment you walked in, and it hurts even more knowing they didn't even try to hide it. you don't like seeing them all together here like this. you don't like that you're believing that spiteful little voice in the back of your mind jeering at you that they've been planning your departure, planning how to break the news to you that you're not worth the hassle anymore.

it only makes sense why they're all cooped up in john's office, whispering amongst themselves.

"darling, what are you talking about?" john's voice cuts through your thoughts, but you try not to find comfort in it. he stands from his seat, and you try not to reveal how much you've missed his scent despite how thick it is with stress. your omega has been quiet for a while, but now that you're gathered in one place like this, she's getting restless, simultaneously wanting to hiss at them and cling to anyone who will spare a scrap of affection.

"please, captain, just do it. i don't want to be a burden any longer." you'll beg if that's what it takes; you'll get on your knees and clasp your hands together if it means saving them from unnecessary stress and annoyance and you from further heartbreak.

the earnestness in your voice is so strong it bites at them because how could you even suggest something like that? how could they even consider their pack whole if you're not there?

but hearing his rank fall from your lips leaves a bitter taste in john's mouth and a knot forming in his stomach. it's unnatural to hear you call him that while sounding so defeated and miserable. it's scary to feel so out of control when he's supposed to be your captain, your head alpha.

to know he's let you down so much makes his alpha growl pathetically in shame; how can he even consider himself a leader?