#idek what to play next

[ladymortimer]

Wow I thought Remplir core was such a hard boss but turns out if u have lightning crystals with the right traits u can defeat that hoe in like less than 10 minutes

[aiden-png]

Shadow’s type is morally ambiguous purple themed people apparently

[louistomlinsonyear]

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[eriisaam]

i Amn just...... a litle creacher who want Swift Sparrow 3 plz. Thatse it. 

[comfortmarvelimagines]

no one should ever let me write post-meltdown

[kitten4sannie]

𝐏𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝐀𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞

part 2

Incubus! San x Fem! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung 

Genre: just actual depravity   

Summary: After going to a fun Halloween party, you and your boyfriend were completely exhausted. You happily turned in, welcoming a night of restful sleep. That is, until you had a visitor. 

W.C: 7.8k (Idek what happened…I was just editing it and it got longer somehow 😭 Welp, it’s Halloween so I have an excuse to go overboard ��)

Warnings: *possibly triggering content* brief noncon (if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this), mind control/mind manipulation, dom! San, San is a sadistic/dualistic demon with a monster cock, sub! reader, sub! Wooyoung, woosan, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, degradation, ownership kink, biting, blood play, manhandling, tongue kink?, voyeurism, cuckolding, kissing, spit play, masterbation, edging, dacryphilia, cum swapping, oral (receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, frotting, anal, double penetration (rough and unprotected), mind break, creampie 

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on my teaser! I'm really excited i get to share this one cuz this is the filthiest shit I’ve ever written 🖤 Also, if you liked this please consider reblogging or leaving a little comment, even if it’s just a simple “this was good”. It would really help in giving me the motivation to continue writing 🥺 San’s a part of the demon line so that’s pretty much where the inspo came from 👍🏼 I hope everyone has a fun Halloween, stay safe, and enjoyyyy 🤭🖤

P.S: I tried to implement a little humor at the very end, since this ended up being a little dark ;;

Song Recs: Devil by Wonho, Blood Walk by Cabaret Nocturne, Sleep Paralysis by Sidewalks and Skeletons, Grey Veils by Chainless, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails (“I’ve got no soul to sell”, “you let me desecrate you”, “you can have my absence of faith” like must I go on??? this song is perfect for this 😭) 

Masterlist

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You sighed heavily, using all of your strength to pull your intoxicated body out of the car you were in, gently pushing your back against the car door to close it. “Ugh, my feet hurtttt…” you complained, turning your head to watch as your boyfriend walked around from the driver’s side of the car and over to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. 

“And that’s why I was trying to get us out of there. I already knew you’d be exhausted. But nooo, you just had to dance to ‘your song’ like ten times in a row.” 

Wooyoung shook his head slightly, gently guiding you up to the front steps of your shared apartment, unlocking the door with his free hand. 

“Whateverrrr, I was just having fun. That was literally the only party we’ve gone to this entire year,” you reasoned, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s shoulder, allowing him to lead you past the entrance and down the hall into your bedroom. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you had fun,” he apologized, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a small pout. “Just go easy on the drinks next time, okay? I don’t want you getting sick.” 

You nuzzled your face against his hands, appreciating his warmth. “I got it, Dad,” you replied playfully, giving him a quick kiss, prior to throwing yourself onto the bed and lazily pulling all of your clothes off, except for your underwear. You watched as Wooyoung stripped off his own clothes and gave you a quick wink, before jumping into bed next to you. 

“You wanna…mess around?” Wooyoung inquired, rubbing small circles on the side of your upper thigh, his eyes focusing on your own. 

“Mm, not tonight, Woo. I’m super tired…like I’m ready to pass out.” Without another word, you faced away from him and pushed yourself back against his body, so that he could hold you. 

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head, whispering, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“Night, Woo. Sleep tight.”

You fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes, getting sent into a random dream that you would probably struggle to remember once you woke up the next morning. Unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t be able to sleep long enough to even achieve that. 

After a few hours passed, your body suddenly jolted, bringing you out of your unconscious state. You opened your eyes and scanned the darkness near your side of the bed, a feeling of uneasiness immediately creeping up your spine. There was an intense presence in the room, one that was so palpable that you couldn’t even try to ignore it and go back to sleep. Gathering up all your courage, you took in a deep breath and pulled your covers down so that you could scan the room in front of you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for what came next. 

You saw a pair of bright red eyes glowing against the darkness that swallowed the room, causing your breath to initially get stuck in your throat and your body to jolt, out of pure shock. “Wh-what the fuck?” you eventually cursed in a shaky voice, immediately pulling yourself from Wooyoung’s grasp and sitting up, pressing your back against the headboard, the metal cold on your bare skin. “I gotta be hallucinating. There’s…no way…I-i must still be asle…” Your voice trailed off when you saw the pair of eyes grow closer and closer, an outline of what appeared to be a naked man becoming more clear to you. 

“Fortunately for you, darling, I am very much real,” the mysterious being revealed in a soft, yet sultry voice. 

“Wake up, Y/N! Fucking wake up!” you whisper-yelled to yourself, slapping your cheeks roughly a few times. You were freaked out enough already, so it didn’t help when the entity suddenly disappeared into thin air and reappeared, sitting directly next to you, just a few inches away. 

That was when you felt true fear, as well as something else you couldn’t quite detect in the moment, but all you knew was that it was causing your mind to feel clouded and a knot to begin developing in your stomach. 

“G-get the hell away from me!” 

You couldn’t even get another word out, as one of the being’s slender fingers came up to your gaping mouth and slid teasingly from your top lip down to your bottom lip, his sharp black nail scraping lightly against your skin. You winced slightly, still unable to take your eyes off of his glowing ones. 

“Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not here for your soul. I’m here for your body,” he informed, letting out an airy chuckle. 

Now that you could get a good look at him, you realized that he wasn’t as scary-looking as your frightened mind had previously assumed. Sure, his gaze alone was able to strike terror into your fragile heart, but his angular, feline-like features intrigued you. To be quite frank, you had never encountered someone who was this captivating before, besides Wooyoung of course. Not to mention, the entity’s overwhelming presence even made you forget that Wooyoung was laying just a few inches away from you, still snoring peacefully as though there wasn’t a literal demon in your room. 

“Wh-who are you? What...are you?” you murmured softly, barely able to hear your words over the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. 

“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my birth name, so you can just call me San,” he explained, his words sounding almost serpent-like when he said his name. “And lucky for you, sweetheart, I’m an incubus.” 

“I-incubus? Like a…a…demon?” you stammered nervously, almost paralyzed with fear at this point. Suddenly hearing Wooyoung talking incoherently in his sleep, you briefly considered trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move even a single inch.

“Mm-hmm.” 

San’s intensely warm hands pressed down onto your thighs, immediately giving you goosebumps. They slowly traveled past your hips and onto your waist, forcefully pulling your bodies together. The skin-on-skin contact sent what felt to be electricity through your body, causing the knots in your stomach to tighten significantly.

San sighed lightly, caressing your hips, his nails just barely dragging along your soft skin. “Simply put, I like to play with pretty girls like you at night…Pretty boys too,” he purred into your ear, as his crimson eyes flickered down to admire Wooyoung’s sprawled out, half-naked body. 

Before you could even come up with something to respond with, San was already planting a few light kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. Each kiss left a burning sensation on your skin, causing more goosebumps to form. His long, snake-like tongue fell from his mouth and slid down the valley of your breasts, then back up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“A-aah...” you let slip out, unconsciously arching your back, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his touch. 

“Mm, if you make noises like that, I might not be able to keep myself from biting you,” San warned, bringing his face up near yours, so that his lips and tongue could carefully glide along your jaw, savoring the way you tasted. 

“N-no, wait…” Your body tensed up, not only from his words, but from the pain you felt as soon as he made contact with your skin. It was as if someone had held a lighter just a little too close to your jaw, allowing the tip of the flame to flicker along it, enough to singe the peach fuzz away. 

“Maybe just a little bite…” He fought himself internally for a second, just to end up baring his sharp white teeth and sinking them into your neck, wanting to pull back to see the blood eventually trickle out. Anticipating that you’d react, he placed a hand securely over your mouth, just in time for your shriek to be mostly muted, his nails stabbing lightly into your cheek. 

You looked down at San with watery eyes, letting out a whimper, somehow both afraid and aroused at the same time. 

“Awwh, what’s wrong? Did that hurt?” San mocked, giving you a pout, his lips curling up into a wicked smile when he heard you make another sound of disapproval. “That sound you made just now was even cuter than…than…the…” He sniffed the air, his unusual irises forming into small slits, his hand dropping from your face, abruptly being distracted by the blood that was slowly dripping out of your neck. He lapped it up, making sure to repeatedly prod his tongue into the bite marks he left as well, all while emitting soft groans of pleasure. 

You shuddered, an unfamiliar, almost overwhelming sensation developing within you, instantly becoming lightheaded because of it. It was as if you had been injected with a cocktail of aphrodisiacs, rendering you vulnerable to the way your brain was screaming for San to destroy you beyond recognition. 

“Feeling good?” the demon taunted in a deep, gravelly voice, giving you a satisfied grin, crimson staining his sharpened teeth. “You must be…Just look at this…” San motioned down to your now-hardened nipples that were poking through the thin material of your bra. He licked his lips, using one of his nails to slice open your bra down the middle, causing your breasts to spill out of it.

“S-San…” You whined a bit, your already incredibly flushed face feeling even warmer, from the way he was drinking in the sight of your exposed chest. 

“Mm, you’ll let me have a taste, won’t you?” he asked rhetorically, believing you weren’t capable of resisting him. He chuckled at his words, until he was too focused on using his mouth to latch onto one of your breasts, while his hand squeezed the other. 

You sank back into the headboard, your breathing already starting to sound labored. Noticing the beautiful, yet unintelligible symbols that neatly decorated most of San’s body, you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to come to terms with the fact that you were dealing with an otherworldly being. 

This had to be a dream, right? There was no way that you were actually in this situation. You almost felt some kind of comfort knowing that this probably wasn't happening, but you couldn’t fight the feeling that it was real; the sensation of being touched and bit into was far too realistic. You could smell blood in the air — your own blood. To make things worse, there was still an incessant throbbing pain in your neck where he had broken the flesh. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore the wetness that had been dripping out of you ever since he put his hands on you. Though it was incredibly depraved, you almost hoped that Wooyoung would never wake up, so that San could continue doing as he pleased. 

“Look at me,” San mumbled against your breast, his heavy tongue rolling over your nipple and then flicking at it, before focusing his attention on the other one, getting bothered when you didn’t obey. “I said, look.” 

Though you heard your brain screaming at you, you kept your eyes shut, wanting to hold onto the possibility that this was an alcohol-induced nightmare, so that you didn’t have to feel like you were cheating on your boyfriend. You figured that if you tried to resist him, even if it was in small instances, you could alleviate the guilt that was trying to claw its way into your heart. 

San let out a low growl, resisting the urge to bite your nipples, knowing that they would be gone in a second — if he gave into his dark desires. Instead, San bit into the side of one of your breasts, not deep enough to cause major damage, but just enough to draw a certain amount of blood from where his teeth sliced into your soft flesh. “Bad girl…” He sucked on your stinging skin, taking slow gulps of your life source, while using two fingers to tweak one of your overly sensitive nipples. 

You let out a long, strangled moan, wanting to completely lose yourself to the pain and pleasure he was providing you. You couldn’t even make sense of what was happening; your brain was too foggy, too clouded with lust. All you could do was lay limp, knowing you couldn’t escape the demon’s clutches. 

“Open your mouth for me,” he demanded, appearing even more devilish (if that was possible) when you did just as he asked of you, after a moment of hesitation. San snaked his arms around you, squeezing your body against his heated one, diving tongue-first into your mouth, causing you to gag from the overwhelming taste and smell of iron.

“Mmmn…!” You almost choked when his tongue wrapped around your own and slid further back into your mouth, the forked tip of it tickling the entrance of your throat. 

San let out a pleased, guttural sound into your mouth, one of his hands slipping down between your bodies and past your soaked panties. Being careful not to stab you with his nails, San rubbed slow, teasing circles around your clit, only speeding up when he felt your hips moving involuntarily. 

You felt the muscles in your thighs tighten in response to the multiple avenues of pleasure San was providing you, unable to do anything, besides moaning incessantly onto his tongue that now lapping at your own. 

After he had his fill, San broke the kiss, long strings of red-tinted saliva still connecting your lips together. “I never would’ve guessed you’d be so obedient. You seemed so scared at first, but now here you are…moaning for me like a brainless little whore, while your boyfriend’s laying right next to you,” he exhaled out, his eyes glowing a little brighter than before, but only for a split-second. 

“I-it’s not my fault! You did this to me! I know you did…My body…it-…I can’t even explain it…” you argued, your eyes half-lidded, a bit of drool leaking out of your mouth. 

San licked his lips, looking at you like you were his next meal, clearly pleased with your current state. “Yes, there is some truth to that; I’ll give you that…but, the thing is, love, I could smell your arousal as soon as you laid your pretty little eyes on me.” His fingers went back to teasing your clit, this time pressing them firmly against your sensitive bud, rubbing it in tighter, more precise circles. 

“W-wait…! It…aah…feels too good…” When he didn’t stop, you instinctively tried to push him away, almost successfully doing so, until he decided to retaliate. 

“Actions have consequences, whore.” 

You let out a sharp gasp, thrown off by the way that San had effortlessly pulled you forward and shoved you back into the headboard using his free hand, your head hitting the metal hard in the process. “Shit…” you mumbled, your hand moving up to rest against the back of your head and rubbing it a bit, waiting for the throbbing to stop. 

The loud, reverberating clang was somehow the thing that woke Wooyoung up out of his deep sleep, causing him to open his eyes. He squinted into the darkness, before his eyes started to focus properly, with the aid of the moonlight that slipped in through the half-shut blinds behind the bed. “Wh…What the fuck is going on?! Who the fuck are you?!” he shouted, already sitting up in bed, ready to beat the shit out of the naked stranger that had his hands all over his girlfriend. 

San grinned like the Cheshire Cat, as he turned his attention to the other male, quickly grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him down onto the mattress. 

“Hey there, sleepyhead. I’m glad you finally decided to join us,” San remarked, his tongue slithering out of his mouth slightly, so that he could run it across his top set of fangs.

Wooyoung looked up helplessly at the otherworldly being with bewildered eyes, unable to process what was going on. “W-what the fuck are you talking about?! Why are you in my hou-” Wooyoung was instantly silenced when San’s mouth encased his own, feeling the demon’s hand force his jaw open, so that their tongues could come in contact with one another. 

“Mm-mmm…!” the weaker man protested, pushing on the other’s shoulders and hitting them with closed fists. After a few more seconds of struggling, his body eventually relaxed. He gasped into San’s mouth, an unholy amount of arousal spreading throughout his body like an untamed wildfire, almost causing him to lose his mind right then and there. 

San sucked eagerly on the young man’s tongue, his own coiling around it, earning a soft moan from him. Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands slowly finding their way into the demon’s raven hair, his entire demeanor switching in an instant. 

All you could do was watch, slack-jawed, as this unfolded before you, until you were ultimately unable to ignore the constant pulsing you felt in between your legs. Without a second thought, you began to play with yourself, holding back a moan and forcing yourself to go slow, so that you didn’t cum too fast. 

After breaking the somewhat messy kiss, San ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s soft hair, thoroughly admiring the way his spit was left on and around the other’s mouth. “I want you to call me San, pretty boy.” 

“S-San…” Wooyoung choked out, his brown eyes filled to the brim with unadulterated lust. “P-please…kiss me more…”

Hearing this caused both you and the demon to moan in unison at Wooyoung’s bold desperation. San turned his attention back to you, smiling lewdly when he saw that you were rubbing your pussy, pleased that you were finally submitting to the lust inside you. 

“How sinful of you, my darling. You like seeing me play with your boyfriend that much?” 

“Yeah…” you exhaled, biting your bottom lip, just as you pulled your panties off hastily, so that you could resume your previous endeavor to cum. “Please continue…” 

“Good idea.” San didn’t waste any time shoving his tongue back into Wooyoung’s eager mouth, this time exploring in a more lazy, but sloppy way, their spit mixing together and dripping down their chins. 

When Wooyoung felt San’s warm fingers pull off his boxers and wrap around his stiff cock, he whimpered into the demon’s mouth, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. 

“So hard for me already, baby…You want me that bad?” San purred in a deep voice, after breaking the kiss Wooyoung so desperately wanted to continue. 

“I need you, San…please…” 

“Even though your girlfriend is sitting right there? You want her to watch me take care of you?” San pushed further, his dick throbbing against their flush bodies. 

Wooyoung turned his head to make eye contact with you, feeling somewhat conflicted initially, but when he saw the blatant lust written on your face, he knew that you both wanted the same thing.

“I really want her to watch me when I cum for you,” he exhaled, earning a pleased groan of approval from the demon. “Hurry up, please!” Wooyoung gripped San’s upper arms tightly, feeling his muscles flexing underneath his fingers. 

“Oh, my Lucifer, you two are so cute. I’m going to fucking ruin the both of you. In fact, I’m going to make sure you two never forget how you let a demon have his way with you…” San expressed, breathing heavily from hearing his own words, a bit of drool starting to escape his lips.

“Stop with the monologue and just make him cum alreadyyy…'' you whined, pressing your head against the headboard, slowing down your hand movements, but not stopping completely. 

“So cute,” San repeated, eyeing you, until Wooyoung grabbed his face and forced him to look down at him. And just like that, San was back to kissing Wooyoung in the most passionate way possible, for an unprecedented amount of time, their spit now getting anywhere and everywhere. Wooyoung periodically ground his hips into San's, desperate for some relief. 

Breaking the kiss once more, San carefully pushed three fingers into Wooyoung’s mouth to gather up some of their combined spit, using it to lubricate the young man’s throbbing cock, quickly working his hand up and down it, without showing any signs of slowing down. 

“Fffuck! San!” Wooyoung cried, gasping for air. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his release in a matter of minutes, the gradual buildup of pleasure inside him feeling ten times better than it usually did. 

“Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Hmm? Are you gonna shoot your load out for me like the good boy you are?” San inquired, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto Wooyoung’s flushed face, his hand movements suddenly slowing down to an infinitely slower tempo.

“Yes…please…let me…” he replied breathlessly, his back arching, due to the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him. 

San stopped moving his hand and squeezed the base of Wooyoung’s length, his voice dropping an octave, “But, what if I want to see you cry first, huh?” He turned to face you, biting his lip when he saw the state of desperation you were in. “What do you think, pretty girl? Should I make him cry?” 

You panted heavily, fingers buried to the hilt inside your soaking wet pussy, shoving them in and out of yourself. You never felt this high before — this consumed with desire. If you weren’t careful, you could easily get addicted to this kind of feeling. You opened your mouth to encourage San, requesting under your breath, “Do it…” 

San’s eyes rolled back into his head, nearly cumming himself, without any physical stimulation — just from hearing the two words that left your lips. “You heard her, baby. Let me see those tears,” he cooed, his hand working Wooyoung’s swollen shaft in a way that he had never experienced before, making sure to stop abruptly out of nowhere, only to repeat the process over and over, until tears finally began to run down Wooyoung’s warm cheeks. 

“Sannnn…” Wooyoung whined, sniffling, trying to hold on to his sanity the best he could. He wiped some of his tears away, only stopping when San had swatted his hand down.

“Bad,” San mumbled, leaning down to his face, so that he could lick the tears away instead, his hand still idly pumping Wooyoung’s pulsing length.

 “Sannn, pleasepleaseplease let me cum…!” 

“I suppose you’ve had enough,” San chuckled, unable to resist Wooyoung’s pleading, but suddenly lifting up the crying young man’s legs and positioning them so that they were almost all the way over his head. “You look so pretty like this…” Hearing Wooyoung still moaning and repeating the word ‘please’ like a mantra, San jerked him off as fast as he possibly could, groaning all the while. “Cum, baby. Cum for me…” 

White, hot pulses of intoxicating pleasure tore through Wooyoung’s body, causing him to let out a few choked moans, his face contorting, as though he was in pain. “San! Oh my fucking god...!” he cried out, as his load shot out of his cock in long spurts, landing on his own face and mouth. 

Just as you witnessed Wooyoung meet his high in such a vulnerable position, your own orgasm ripped through you, your hips bucking uncontrollably, as a result. You couldn’t even make a single sound when an abundant amount of arousal gushed out of your pussy, dripping down your inner thighs and onto the sheets of the mattress. 

San leered at you with half-closed eyes, chiming, “What a good girl,” before focusing his attention back on Wooyoung, who already looked fucked out of his mind. “And, you’re a good boy…Can you be an even better boy for me and clean up your mess?” San suggested lustfully, reaching up to gather up Wooyoung’s release with his fingers and guiding it into the younger man’s already open mouth. 

“Oh, wow…” you whispered to yourself, slumping down against your pillows, not having the energy to touch yourself again, but still mesmerized by what was going on right next to you. 

San swallowed harshly, barely able to handle how hard he was at this point. However, he persisted, incredibly satisfied by just feeding off of the sexual energy both you and your boyfriend were providing him. “Don’t swallow, baby. I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it.” 

Wooyoung nodded his head slightly, feeling more cum slide down his throat, causing him to close it so that he wouldn’t accidentally swallow. He obediently held it in his mouth, breathing carefully through his nose, so that he didn’t choke. 

San sat up and grabbed your arm, forcefully yanking you further down so that you were lying next to your almost fully delirious partner. “I want to watch you drink up all of your cute little boyfriend’s cum from his mouth…but make sure to take your time. Can you do that for me, my darling?” the demon instructed, finally reaching down to wrap his fingers around his hard cock and stroking it lightly. 

You nodded quickly, just as Wooyoung grabbed you by the shoulders and brought you down onto him, his cum-covered tongue slipping past your parted lips. His cum was still very warm and slightly bitter, slowly getting passed around from his mouth to yours and vice versa. 

“Fffuck, that’s it…just like that…” the demon commented, jerking himself off at an incredibly rapid pace, but only when he saw how you had pulled back for a second and let a combination of spit and cum drip down from your mouth onto your boyfriend’s tongue. 

“Look at you, baby…You’re so good for me…” you murmured quietly for only Wooyoung to hear, causing him to let out a small whine, his fingers caressing your cheek. You sighed softly, just as you grabbed Wooyoung’s chin and slurped his cum back into your mouth, earning an even louder whine from him. 

San simply couldn’t take it, reaching his orgasm sooner than he had expected, due to the lewd show he was witnessing. “Fuck…!” he gasped, tossing his head back and shutting his eyes tightly, staining your bed with his seed.

You and Wooyoung both swallowed the remainder of cum and saliva, gazing into each other’s eyes afterwards. Wooyoung ran his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at you with love and lust in his eyes, panting softly, “I…love you…so much…” 

You smiled down at him, lightly caressing his jaw, almost forgetting about the demon sitting on the bed in front of you. “I love you more, Woo.” 

“How adorable,” San chimed dryly, unable to keep himself from grimacing. “You two can fuck after I leave; I’m not done with either of you. Especially you, my little slut.” After addressing you directly, he grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you towards him, promptly spreading your legs apart.

He laid down on the bed, bringing his face close to your slit, his tongue already beginning to slide out of his mouth. “You better squirt for me,” was all he said before his mouth was glued to your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it. 

“San!” you cried out, unable to handle the sudden influx of pleasure. The pads of his fingers rubbed violently against your swollen clit, his long tongue sliding vigorously up and down your slit, the tip of it already teasing your hole. “Oh my godddd…” Your hands found their way into his jet black hair, gripping it tightly when you felt him push more of his tongue into you. 

San’s cat-like eyes bored into your own, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Uh-huhhh…I know you love it, baby…” he mused, just before he plunged his tongue deep inside your pulsing entrance, letting out a small ‘ahh’ sound each time he shoved it in and out of you. 

You tossed your head back against the mattress, an endless string of curses and moans leaving your lips, your fingertips squeezing into the sides of the demon’s head. “Don’t stop! Dont fucking stop!” San’s unusually sized tongue threatened to break your mind, but you didn’t care; you just wanted him to keep going.

He wasn’t going to stop, even if you had felt differently — so it worked out. San continued to shove his tongue deep into you, his eyes disappearing behind his half-shut eyelids, giving the illusion that he had no irises. 

Wooyoung had his fingers in your (h/c) hair, playing with it, and silently watching you with a smile on his face and the tip of his cock throbbing against his lower abdomen. “So beautiful…” he sighed, inviting you to turn your face to meet his gaze. 

You felt your cheeks grow warmer from the way he was looking at you. “Yeah?” you whispered, as he grabbed onto one of your breasts with his free hand, gently kneading it. 

“Mm-hmm, now come here.” He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, his plump lips enveloping yours. “Mmm…” he murmured, his voice vibrating into your mouth, his fingers still stroking your hair. 

A pained, muffled cry tore through your vocal cords, feeling an intense piercing sensation near your inner thigh, bringing you to pull away from your boyfriend in order to see what had just happened to you. “What the fuck?!” you reacted as San pulled up slightly, a fair amount of blood dripping down his chin and onto the sheets. 

San growled like an animal would, baring his pointed, blood-stained teeth and looking at you with a hostile glare. “Take your eyes off of me one more time and it’ll hurt a lot more than that. Do I make myself clear?” His hands were squeezing into your thighs, tight enough that his nails began digging painfully into your skin.

“Y-yes, I got it! Please…stop!” you choked, feeling your eyes begin to water when the demon started pushing his tongue against the raw, bleeding section of skin that he bit in. 

San quietly slurped at it until the blood began to clot, swallowing the rest down with a satisfied hum and licking his lips clean. To punish you further, he quickly swatted your swollen pussy with his hand, rubbing it slightly, before doing it once again. “Silly whore doesn’t know her place…” 

You cried out in pain and pleasure, sweat dripping along your jaw and down your neck, settling inside the crevices of your collarbones. “F-fuck…” 

“There, I stopped. Are you happy now?” San asked dryly, eyes flickering from your half-closed ones to Wooyoung’s somewhat worried ones, once he had seen that you gave him a slow nod. “You enjoying the show, pretty boy?” His eyes scanned down the young man’s toned body and settled on his shamelessly hard cock. “Looks like it. I didn’t picture you as the type to get off on watching a demon drinking your girl’s blood after tongue-fucking her. You’re almost as nasty as I am,” he commented, as if he was proud, his previous anger melting away and being replaced by a pleased demeanor. 

A deep blush appeared on Wooyoung’s cheeks, his hand traveling up to his neck, so that he could rub it awkwardly. “I-i guess I am, yeah…”

San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung’s reaction, prior to using one of his fingers to beckon him to his side. “Make yourself useful and finger your girlfriend while I play with her clit, okay? You better do it right, too. I want to see her squirt,” he instructed, making his request very clear once again. 

Wooyoung nodded at San, giving you a soft smile and a wink afterwards, as an attempt to ease the absolute insanity of the situation. He then slid his ring and middle finger into your wet hole, beginning to push them in and out of you. It wasn’t hard for him to bring you back to an intensely pleasurable place, considering that he already knew your body like the back of his hand. 

You moaned and moaned in response, all the while making sure you didn’t accidentally take your eyes off of San. Your back arched forcefully once you felt the demon’s heavy tongue rubbing rapidly against your clit, not even stopping for a second. “S-San…! Ffffuck, I’m gonna…!”

San gave Wooyoung a serious look, using only his eyes, speeding up his movements and applying as much pressure as he could with his tongue. Wooyoung switched it up, slipping in a third digit, as well as curling his fingers up into your cunt. They both eagerly continued their movements at an unforgiving speed, their eyes focused solely on you. “Cum for us, baby,” Wooyoung encouraged, licking his lips, his brown eyes practically sparkling. 

You resisted the urge to look at him, fearful of how San would react. Instead, you kept your eyes on the demon, chanting his name as though it were a prayer. The last time his name left your lips, it came out as a scream. You used your hands to hold San’s face down against your pussy, just in time for you to squirt all over him. 

“Mmmnnn…” San groaned against your slit, eagerly lapping up your essence into his mouth, only stopping when he noticed Wooyoung about to taste your cum on his fingers. With lightning speed, San had grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist tightly, their faces only a few inches apart. “Mine,” was all he said, carefully slipping Wooyoung’s fingers into his mouth, using his tongue to thoroughly clean your wetness from each of his digits. 

The two men exchanged eye contact for a while until San broke it by turning his head to study your fucked-out face. “Think you can take both of us at once? Hmm? Would you be able to handle that, my pretty little slut?” he challenged with a sharp-toothed grin, his head tilting to the side.

The insatiable lust inside you hadn’t been quenched whatsoever; in fact, it was even more debilitating than ever, the previous foreplay you endured acting as gasoline, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of insanity. “Yes. Yes, I can,” you replied, gazing back at the demon with an intensely serious expression, pushing yourself up from the bed and sitting on your knees.

San pushed some air out of his nose, casually grabbing Wooyoung’s shoulders and pushing him down onto the mattress, before positioning himself against the other male’s body, so that they were scissoring. “Mm, that’s it…” 

Wooyoung let out a soft moan, unable to handle how their cocks were pressing directly against one another. “A-are you sure you can take us, baby? San’s…his…is a lot bigger than mine,” he murmured, looking up at you worriedly, as you hovered hesitantly next to them, your hand resting gently on your worried boyfriend’s thigh. 

“Um, well…” you replied, suddenly feeling a lot less confident than before, now that you could get a closer look at San’s hardened cock. It was slightly thicker than Wooyoung’s, at least five inches longer, and a lot veinier. You stared at it for a while, drool pooling inside your mouth, the voice inside your head begging you to ride him growing louder in volume, the longer you waited.

Your reaction brought a pleased smile to San’s face, his seductive voice interrupting your decision-making, “We'll just have to make sure she has enough lube to work with, now don’t we, baby?” he said matter-of-factly in Wooyoung’s direction, spitting into his hand and suddenly gripping both of their cocks with his large tattooed hand, immediately beginning to jerk them off. 

“Oh, fuck…” Wooyoung exhaled, tossing his head back for a moment, his slightly damp hair bouncing along to his movement. He gritted his teeth tightly when he felt San’s hand squeeze their shafts together, eventually relaxing his jaw, giving into the pleasurable feeling. “Nnngh…” With half-closed eyes and parted lips, he simply watched as the demon’s hand continued to move in an overzealous manner. 

“Ahh, it’s getting a little rough. Mind helping us out, darling?” San questioned, turning his head up to look at you, one eyebrow raised slightly. 

You answered his question by leaning yourself down in front of their cocks, gathering up as much spit in your mouth as you possibly could, then letting it drip down onto them. You did this until you could hear the lewd wet sounds San’s hand was making, as he furiously jerked himself and Wooyoung off. 

“Oh, ffffuck yeah…that’s it,” San groaned out, his hand movements starting to become more sloppy, but still fast-paced. “I can feel how much your cock is throbbing against mine, baby. Just let go and cum already.” 

“S-San! Oh my goddd…” Wooyoung moaned, his hips bucking up a few times. He let out a few more choked moans, his orgasm tearing violently through him, San’s name falling from his lips over and over. 

A loud, primal sound erupted from San’s throat, cumming at the same time as Wooyoung, quickly holding his hand over both of their tips, in order to catch most of their cum inside his palm. “Fuck…” he exhaled, his chest moving up and down, trying to catch his breath. 

“Wow…” You wiped some drool from your lips, almost certain that there was a small puddle of arousal soaking into the bed underneath you. 

San’s eyes flickered up to yours, a pleased smile on his sweaty face. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he inquired breathlessly, slowly moving his cum-covered hand up and down both his and Wooyoung’s lengths, getting them hard again almost instantly. He pushed some air out of his nose when he saw you licking your lips and nodding your head adamantly. “You loved watching that, didn’t you? I bet your tight little pussy is nice and wet for me now, huh?”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Making sure to face San, you straddled both of them, spreading your folds apart, so that he could see just how wet you were. 

The demon took in a deep inhale and let it out, extremely satisfied with your whorishness. “Good girl. Now, get to work.” 

“Hold on.” Wooyoung reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the conveniently placed bottle of lube that he had forgotten to put away the previous night, squirting some on his fingers and prodding them past the rim of your tight hole, working them in and out, until you were to take him. “Go slow, baby…” Wooyoung suggested airily, gently rubbing one of your hips and smiling at the back of your head, knowing you weren’t going to look away from San. 

Taking in a deep breath, you hesitantly slid yourself down onto their cocks, taking them both in each of your entrances, and in turn, feeling a deep, unwavering strain within your inner walls, as well as an incessant urge to move immediately and fuck yourself to the point of no return. “F-ffffuck…” 

San grabbed your hips and slowly dragged them down, both him and Wooyoung letting out groans of satisfaction, as soon as they bottomed-out inside of you. “Fffuck, you’re so tight for us, you slutty fucking whore. I can’t wait to stretch you out,” he mused excitedly, his crimson eyes turning completely black, including his scleras. 

You noticed this change right away, murmuring nervously, “J-just give me a second to adjust, okay?”

San gave you an ominous smile, his fingers latching onto your waist. “Sorry, darling, I can’t wait,” he replied, his voice sounding multi-layered, like there were others speaking along with him. Before you could even process this, he began slamming his hips up viciously into yours. 

“Fuck!” you cried out in a strained voice, unable to do anything except take it, not able to contend with his inhuman strength. “P-please! I-aaah-I can’t! It’s too much!” You pleaded with your teary eyes, sort of put off by San’s black ones, but ignoring it, wanting him to show some kind of compassion for you.

 This didn’t work, in the slightest, his only response being to grin evilly up at you and grabbing your wrists, holding them down against your thighs.

“Please, slow down…!”

San shook his head, sweat flying off of his face, his nails digging into your skin and drawing blood. “Shut the fuck up and take this cock!” he snarled, sparing no sympathy for you whatsoever, continuing to thrust into you with reckless abandon.

When a potent amount of pleasure began consuming your body and mind, you relaxed your hands within San’s grasp, letting out a strangled series of moans. 

“I knew you’d give in, my love…You can’t resist me.” 

You didn’t even notice when he had stopped moving entirely and you just started mindlessly fucking yourself; all you knew was that you were doing something right, thoroughly enjoying the way the two men throbbed continuously inside you. 

The demon took immense satisfaction in your submission, prompting him to target Wooyoung, “Do you like how I fucked your girlfriend so hard she went completely dumb? Huh? Do you like how she's riding my cock like it’s her new religion?” 

Wooyoung could barely react to what was happening, having lost his mind just as you did, completely consumed with lust. “Y-essss, I love it when my baby feels good…” After that, the only thing that was coming out of his mouth were moans and your name. The combination of being inside your tight hole and the rampant arousal that coursed through him threatened to break his mind permanently. 

“F-uuuckkk…” Never breaking eye contact with San, even for a second, you continued to bounce on their lengths with unwavering enthusiasm, getting closer and closer to your much-needed release. 

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” the demon chanted, unable to keep himself from letting out a maniacal-sounding laugh, resisting the urge to fuck you into a coma. “Say my fucking name, you whore!” 

“San…! Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum! Just for you, San! Just for you!” you cried obediently, taking in a sharp inhale, when San rewarded you by grabbing both of your breasts and massaging them, using the pads of his thumbs to roll your nipples around. 

“That’s fucking right. You hear that, pretty boy?”

Wooyoung mumbled something incoherently, his eyes moving around underneath his shut eyelids, unable to add anything to the dynamic — other than moaning and cursing. 

You desperately ground your hips down onto their pulsing cocks, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as you felt the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had completely take over your body. You couldn’t even make any sounds. All you could do was keep your barely open eyes locked on the demon’s, feeling like you were ready to float away. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. You want my cum inside you, huh? You want it?” San questioned, squeezing your tits roughly inside his calloused palms when you didn’t reply fast enough, bringing you back down to earth. “Answer me!”

“Y-yes!” you gasped, your attention snapping back to San, unable to see him clearly due to your blurry vision. “Please, San, cum inside me! Please! I need it so fucking bad!” 

While his hands moved down to your hips and maintained a death-grip on them, San yelled out something in Latin, cum shooting forcefully out of his dick in hot spurts, filling you up just like you begged him to do. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his eyelids fluttering shut, but still fucking his load into you, wanting it to stay there, so that it would drip out of you the following day. 

“B-baby, I’m gonna…!” Wooyoung was holding onto your waist from behind you, when his own fingers squeezed into your sensitive skin, a strangled yell erupting from his throat, threatening to damage his vocal cords. He pulled out, so that his cum shot out onto your lower back, some spilling out and dripping down his twitching, softened length. 

“F-fuck…” You weakly pulled yourself off of them and collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly fucked-out beyond comprehension, unable to do anything except lie there and close your eyes.

“Come here…” Wooyoung used all of his strength to move away from San and turn his body in your direction, pulling you toward him and holding you tightly against his chest. You both immediately fell into a deep sleep, not even bothering to acknowledge that the demon was still there. 

San sat in the dark, silently admiring his work, his body still tingling from the overabundance of sexual energy he had collected. “I’ll be sure to visit you two again when I need my fill,” he remarked to himself, slicking his wet hair back and licking the blood that still remained on his jagged teeth, before disappearing into thin air without another word. 

* * *

The sun was already setting by the time you and Wooyoung had regained consciousness, prompting the two of you to look at one another in silence, so that you both could ignore the elephant in the room.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, his voice hoarse, “S-so…did that really happen? Are we sure it wasn’t  just a…really weird nightmare?”

You used all of your strength to sit up in the bed, eyes focusing on the deep bite mark that was left on your inner thigh, as well as the multiple bruises that littered your skin. You definitely couldn’t ignore the multiple blood and cum stains that were scattered across various sections of your bedsheets. “Yeah, Woo…I think…I think it really did happen.”

Wooyoung grunted, forcing himself to sit up next to you. He rubbed his neck for a bit, silently observing the proof as well. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, what do we do now? Buy some holy water and sprinkle some salt around our apartment?”

“I think…I think it might be a little late for that.” You shook your head slightly, letting out a laugh and pulling Wooyoung into your arms to give him a comforting hug, wanting to forget about the darkness of the situation. 

Wooyoung nuzzled your shoulder, humming against your skin, his fingers clutching your bare back. “You might be right,” he murmured, his breath tickling your neck. 

You nuzzled him back, bringing your fingers up to his hair, so that you could pet it in a gentle manner. You remained silent for a while, before adding, “Let’s just buy a crucifix so I can stab him in the dick with it if he shows up again.” 

Wooyoung pulled back slightly to give you a smile and a small giggle, a somewhat mischievous glint in his eyes. “That could definitely work. We would have to sharpen it, though.” 

“Well, yeah, obviously.” 

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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, slightly dark, intoxication, mentions of alcohol, daddy!kink, humping, dry humping, dirty talk, dumbification, dubcon. 

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You try your hardest to seduce your daddy, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk...

𝐀/𝐍: Surprise? idek. enjoy. but read the warnings first, please. 

“I’m fine, Ari! Leave me alone, I’m having fun with my friends!” You slur, pushing your boyfriend away with what you think is a hard shove but seems more like a feeble touch because Ari’s burly frame doesn’t seem to budge an inch. Whatever, you think to yourself, rolling your eyes before you try and make your escape; maybe if you run into the crowd of writhing bodies, you’ll lose him.

But his firm grip on your elbow lets you know that you won’t get very far.

“Princess, that’s enough. You’re too drunk, let me take you home.” Ari’s voice is velvety soft yet deep, and you hate the effect it has on you even when you’re standing in the middle of a crowded nightclub, the blood in your veins pounding with about eight shots of alcohol plus cocktails. Hair a mess, limbs sweaty and the strap of your dress stubbornly slipping down your shoulder – you know you’re a mess.

But who cares?

“Fuck you, Ari. You’re ruining girls’ night! Nobody asked you to come!” You wouldn’t usually be so outright rude to your boyfriend, but the alcohol in your system is making you bolder, friskier. You’d even allowed a few lucky strangers to grind on you on the dancefloor before your boyfriend had suddenly appeared, clad in a tight blue shirt and denim jeans that made him look even yummier than usual. But the stern look on his face had you pouting in next to no time.

Ari drags you away from the crowds, to a quieter and more secluded corner of the club. His large hand pressing into your lower back as he guides you through the dancing bodies, and every so often he grips the material of your dress, tugging it down to cover your ass more.

“Your friends called me.” He says bluntly, caging you between his body and the wall, “Said you might need to go home and they didn’t want to send you back in an Uber by yourself.”

You sniff. “Go home, Ari. I’ll get an Uber back later.” You try to shove past him again but to no avail.

“Like hell you will. No fucking Uber driver is getting an eyeful of you tonight.” He growls, “In fact, no other man is. You’re coming home now. Let’s go.”

No amount of screaming, crying, or digging your heels into the floor deters Ari. He’s determined, an iron grip on your upper arm as he drags you out of the club, practically hauling you up the stairs and out on to the street.

“Help me!” You screech at the club bouncer, “My boyfriend’s being a total dick and the biggest party-pooper on earth! Please help!” You try and wriggle out of Ari’s muscular grasp, teetering on your heels on the pavement in what must look like the most ridiculous spectacle.

The bouncer rolls his eyes before tipping his hat at Ari, “Hope you get her home safe, Levinson.”

“Will do, Lloyd. Thanks for keeping an eye out for her.”

Your jaw drops open, looking angrily from Ari to this Lloyd and then back to Ari again, “Why the fuck do you literally know everyone?!”

Ari smirks, running his free hand through his hair. His beautiful long brown hair that curls into his neck, hair that smells so good and feels so soft to play with and twine your fingers round. But right now, you feel like pulling it off his scalp in frustration – how dare he ruin your night?

“And how dare you ask random bouncers to keep an eye on me!” You yell, “I’m not a child, Ari! You don’t need to have people babysitting me while I’m on a night out!”

“You’re certainly acting like a child right now, princess.” It’s infuriating you how calm Ari’s being right now – when he’s completely ruined girls’ night and is currently escorting you home as if you’re a toddler. His tone is light-hearted, but it’s tinged with a warning edge that you really want to ignore, “And don’t act like I’m the villain here – you’re about one sip of a drink away from passing out, you’re lucky I came to get you when I did.”

“I can handle myself just fine!” You hiss, still trying to tug out of his grasp, “Just because you’re an old man who never goes out, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be like that too. My alcohol tolerance is actually very high, so I would’ve been just fine, thank you very much!” It doesn’t help your case that you slur your words and hiccup, but nevertheless.

“Watch it, princess.” Ari warns, tone dropping to a low baritone that has you subconsciously pressing your thighs together, “I’ve been very lenient with you tonight. First, I was nice enough to give you permission to go out with your little friends and what do you do? You put on this tiny dress which leaves nothing to the imagination – I’m sure those horny boys in the club enjoyed that.”

He clicks his teeth in disapproval, his brows furrowed, “But I let it go, let you leave the house dressed like that because I felt like being nice. And I’m being nice right now, driving up here in the middle of the night to come get you before you get so drunk you embarrass yourself, and how do you repay me? By being a little brat for everyone to see. And you know what happens to little brats, don’t you?”

Fuck him and his condescending ass, telling you off like you’re a child!

You jut your chin out and look him dead in the eye, “Fuck off, Ari. Don’t need you or your boring ass lectures. You ruin all the fun and I hate you!”

Okay. So maybe alcohol makes you act like a bit of a bitch, but it doesn’t prepare you for Ari stopping dead in his tracks, his blue eyes narrowing and bearded jaw tensing. You barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder, right there in the parking lot in front of everyone.

“LET ME GO!” You screech immediately, pounding at his back despite all the alarming stares from strangers surrounding the two of you. Your punches to his back seem to be affecting him about as much as a feeble fly but you continue nonetheless, “I’m serious, Ari! Let me go right now!”

SMACK.

The sound of Ari’s palm slapping against your ass is loud and clear, resonating across the parking lot. And despite your drunkenness, you’re happy that you’re currently upside down over his shoulder with your hair hanging over your face and shielding you from all the looks you’re probably getting.

“You best shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you.” You wonder how he manages to sound so cool, calm, collected – so velvety smooth and in control as he casually walks down the pavement with you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You cease your struggling – but only because you’re tired now, not because he told you to.

You only decide to open your mouth again once he’s dumped you unceremoniously onto the backseat of his car, slamming the door before making his way round to the driving seat.

“You’re the worst and most meanest boyfriend ever, you know that?” You sit up clumsily, not caring that your dress has ridden up and your black lacy panties are now clearly visible, “Other boyfriends aren’t as strict and horrible as you! You just don’t want me to have any fun, an’ I hate you!”

“Keep talking, honey. You and I both know you’re in for it when we get home.” Ari says drily as he begins to drive.

You seethe at his casual tone, “No fucking way! I’m gonna sneak out again once we get home, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“Thanks for informing me of your secret plans, sweetie. I’ll be sure to lock all the doors and have the security cameras on.” Ari answers sweetly and you scowl. He’s irritating you with his charm peaking through his sternness, and his insistence on calling you ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’ and ‘princess’ – and you try to ignore the throb between your legs when he does it.

You pout the whole journey home, and you pout even more when Ari decides to sling you over his shoulder again, carrying you up the steps to the porch, through the door and into the house you share with him. And you’re still pouting when he sets you down on the kitchen island, unable to help it when you shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster up in your drunken state.

“How does it feel to ruin girls’ night, Ari?”

He snorts, “Feels pretty damn good, sweetie, now that I know you’re safe inside the house and away from all those horny college boys.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“I am. Specially with you in that fucking dress. Can’t believe I let you go out in public like that. Next time, you only dress like that for your daddy’s eyes, got that?” He’s moving around the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you before he finds his way between your swinging legs, holding the glass up to your lips, “Drink.”

There’s something about the stern look in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches and unclenches, the way he’s so firm, holding the back of your neck with one hand and the glass with the other, commanding you silently with his actions to do exactly as he tells you. God, he makes you feral for him despite barely doing anything, and you can’t help but obey, obediently sipping the water before a wave of thirst overtakes you and you gulp it all down, spilling a whole lot of liquid down your front.

“Messy baby,” Ari murmurs, watching closely as the water soaks through your dress. And it was already indecent before, but now the dress is see-through, and his eyes grow dark very quickly, “How can I trust you to go out by yourself, when you can’t even drink your water without making a mess?”

“Was doing just fine till you came,” You mumble, averting your gaze because yes – whilst alcohol does bring out your bratty side, being in such close proximity with Ari while he’s looking and talking so intensely has you feeling some type of way. You clench your thighs together for the fifth time that night, hoping you aren’t being too obvious about it.

“Just fine, huh?” He picks you up again, this time holding you by the waist as you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him, oblivious to how your dress rides up but not oblivious to how your panty-clad pussy rubs against his toned abs through his shirt. “Slurring your words, tripping everywhere, cursing up a storm, that doesn’t sound like my good little girl, does it?”

“Sometimes I like being bad.”

That makes Ari chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you finally relax against him, allowing him to carry you up to your shared bedroom. And okay, maybe he isn’t the world’s worst and meanest boyfriend… In fact, through your drunken gaze, he’s looking extra hot and virile at the moment. Chocolate brown hair so luscious and grabbable, blue eyes dark and how is it possible for his skin to be tan yet flush so prettily at the same time?

His beard’s thick as always, and you can’t help but bring your hand up to touch it, stroke it, just feel him. God, he’s so hot. So big and muscular and handsome and hot. Why were you mad at him again? Suddenly, the fact that he brought you back home from the icky club and straight into his arms has you feeling a bit of thanks and a lot of lust.

Just like that.

“And look, you even scuffed up your knee. You must’ve fallen over, baby.” Ari sets you down on the bed and frowns. You sit back quietly, swinging your heel clad feet down the edge of the bed as he rummages through his bedside drawer. Finding the alcohol swabs and Band-Aids, his fingers wrap around your ankle and pull you easily, dragging you along the mattress till you’re sat right in front of him, and he takes a seat beside you.

“You need to be more careful, honey. Drinking so much means you lose control of yourself – and that’s dangerous, especially when your daddy’s not there to protect you. Your friends can only do so much, you know. At the end of the day, you need a man to protect you, baby. You’re lucky I got there when I did.”

Ari’s gentle, condescending tone is riling you up more and more. You watch as he silently dabs your knee with the medicated swab. And of course, it stings but the alcohol in your system has you taking it like a champ. You bite your lip when he places the Hello Kitty Band-Aid over your scrape, patting your leg when it’s all done.

“Sorry I yelled at you and hit you and called you mean, daddy.” You say it softly, hoping he’ll make his move soon and start kissing you and touching you because your body can’t take it anymore. You want him so bad that your pussy’s actually hurting now as it throbs incessantly between your legs.

“That’s alright, princess. You’re drunk. Get a good night’s rest tonight and you’ll be feeling good as new tomorrow.” The older man pats your head before getting to his feet once more. “Raise your hands up in the air for me, baby. Mmhm, just like that. You’re being such a good girl now.”

He unzips your dress and pulls it up off your body, throwing it somewhere behind him and looking at you with a mix of adoration and something else. Something carnal. The same carnality you feel as you look up at him, standing there in his casual clothes – his shirt slightly tight against his beefy frame, the material covered in grease because he was no doubt working on his car before your friends had called him to come pick you up.

But then he frowns, “You’re not wearing a bra.”

You shrug, “The straps would’ve shown.”

He sighs, hands resting on his hips in that way that he does when he’s annoyed, “I’m trying very hard to be forgiving here, princess.”

“Well, good thing you’re such a generous person!” You giggle, making grabby hands at him before getting on your knees and throwing your arms around his neck. Or you try to, but he’s way too tall, so they end up around his waist instead.

Ari just watches you in your drunken stupor as you try to climb up his body, attempting to stand up on the bed so you can be face to face with him. Except this proves to be a dumb idea because you’re still in your heels and it takes about a nanosecond for you to fall over, toppling onto him in a fit of giggles, pressing your palms against his chest to steady yourself whilst his own hands naturally rest against your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“How have you gone from bratty to playful in such a short period of time, huh?” He chucks you under your chin, making you giggle even more until you suddenly get distracted by his lips. His plump, pink, beautiful lips that just seem to be begging for a kiss. So that’s exactly what you give him.

He kisses you back at first, slowly and in that way that only he knows how to, his tongue lapping against yours sweetly, gaining entrance into your mouth and swiping at you whilst his lips work against yours, guiding you gently whilst your own kisses are drunken and sloppy just like you. Oh, you would kiss him forever if you could; his mouth is making heat bloom in the pits of your tummy, making you feel those butterflies that you only feel with him.

Ari pulls away when you moan into his mouth, clutching at him and pulling him closer whilst he holds you at bay.

“That’s enough, honey. You need to go to sleep.”

You pout, “No, daddy. Wanna play.”

He cocks a brow, “You wanna play, huh? Play with the meanest boyfriend in the world?”

“Hey! Already said I was sorry for sayin’ that! Didn’t mean to, daddy. Sometimes I can’t help what I say.” You try to kiss him again, pulling him flush against you, hoping he’ll get the hint and fall on the bed on top of you, rip your panties off and stuff you full of his thick fingers. Usually, he has to work you up to two fingers or more, and his cock is a different story altogether. But you’re so extra super wet right now, you’re sure you can take him.

“Daddy, please,” You whimper, realising your own thoughts have riled you up, “Want you so bad.”

Ari pulls away from you, running a hand through his hair again – and you know he does that when he’s worked up and that makes you smirk inwardly – or at least you think you’ve smiled inwardly – because that means he’s horny too! He wants you too!

“Sorry, princess. Not tonight. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I took advantage of you while you’re drunk?”

“A good one! A great one!” You whine as he makes his way over to his closet, pulling out one of his old t shirts – it’s your favourite one, sky blue and seems to always smell like him no matter how many times he puts it in the wash. “Ariiiii, please! Don’t be so mean!”

“There you go again, calling me mean. As if I’m not taking care of you right now.” Ari tuts, again motioning for you to raise your hands in the air before pulling his shirt down over your body. And you love how comfy you feel in it, the hem of it resting almost at your knees with how long it is. “There we go, honey. Isn’t that nice and comfy? Now scurry into bed like a good little girl. I’ll keep a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table for when you wake up tomorrow.”

“But I’m not even tired right now!” You protest, but it falls on deaf ears. And what’s even worse is that Ari doesn’t even stick around to cuddle with you in bed, instead slipping your heels off your feet, tucking you in and switching off the lights, a quick ‘goodnight, honey’ and then he’s gone, leaving you very awake and very fuming.

And also very horny.

It takes you about two seconds to make a decision about what you’re going to do next. Jumping up with renewed energy, you stumble out of the room. You can hear the soft blaring of the TV downstairs, and you huff to yourself because how could Ari choose watching TV over being in bed with you? Insanity.

You slip out of Ari’s shirt as well as your panties before leaving the room completely naked. Because how could Ari resist you now? How could he ignore you now when you’re drunk and naked and at your most vulnerable? He’s a man after all, you think wickedly, as you skip unsteadily down the stairs.

“Hi, daddy.” You say softly, trying your best to sound seductive as you step in front of the armchair Ari’s sitting on, the light from the television glowing around you like a halo. And Ari looks bewildered for a second, before his handsome face morphs into that same carnal look from earlier, his eyes narrowing and jaw tensing, hands fisting up as he looks you up and down.

“What’re you doing down here?” His voice sounds oddly thick as you climb up on his lap, sitting yourself down on his knee, loving how the material of his jeans feels against your bare cunt.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You answer easily, “Scary up there without you, daddy. An’ you left me all alone, so I missed you.”

“Missed me, huh?” Ari’s arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, till your hard nipples are flush against his chest and your face is inches away from his, his beard tickling your jaw and his nose nipping against your cheek as he inhales softly, “And how do you want to explain the fact that you’re naked?”

“I felt hot.”

“You are hot,” Ari suddenly growls, his willpower so clearly wearing thin when he jerks you forward, mouth latching onto your nipple with red-hot desire, suckling deeply whilst his hands freely explore your body like he owns it – which he does. Squeezing your breast, slipping down to slap your ass, pulling your hair to bring you closer to him – he does it all within about five seconds before forcibly pulling away.

“Fuck, baby. You love torturing your daddy, don’t you?” He says almost helplessly, his hair now messily flopping over his forehead and eyes sparkling with a darkness and heat that has your own core throbbing with need. You grab his hand, bringing it between your legs and pressing it against your bare pussy.

“Take advantage of me, daddy.” You whisper, “Not even that drunk anymore, so it’ll be fine. Just do it. Please, daddy. Need you so bad. Need my big, strong daddy to take care of me, show me who’s boss. Punish me for being such a brat at the club, for calling you mean and throwin’ a tantrum. Need you so bad, daddy. I’ll let you do anything to me. Whatever you want. Just want you so bad.”

With hooded eyes and slightly blurred vision, you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, gazing at you with such unabashed desire that it makes you want to spontaneously combust. “Princess,” He says slowly, in an almost pained tone, “You better stop this right now.”

“I know you wanna fuck me, daddy.” You whisper lewdly, licking the shell of his ear and loving how his breath hitches in his throat. You love moments like this; these fleeting and rare moments where you’re kind of in control. You start rocking against his hand, holding it tightly in place against your pussy and moaning out loud when your clit grazes against his open palm again and again.

“Doesn’t my pussy feel so good against your hand? Isn’t it so small and wet and tight for you, daddy?” Your lips are sponging hot kisses on his cheek, his jaw, his beard, his lips, his neck, just anywhere you can reach.

“You’re playing with fire, princess. You won’t like how this ends.” There’s warning in Ari’s tone, but there’s also contained lust which you can detect despite being drunk. And he makes no move to remove his hand from between your legs, allowing you – for the time being – to rut against him, and lose yourself in the pleasure when you’re meant to be seducing him.

“Feels so good, so, so good, daddy!” You whimper, trying to catch his lips in a kiss but he moves his head to the side, instead just watching the scene play out of you riding his hand, “Ah! Would be better if you slapped my pussy, daddy. Please, could you? I know it would feel so, so good. Do it, daddy, for your little baby? Slap my pussy, make it hurt, wanna feel you – AH!”

Ari strikes your pussy hard with his open hand, the squelching slap resounding across the whole room and you throw your head back and moan as if you’re in a porno. You can’t help it – he’s doing the bare minimum but it just feels so good, just too good.

“Bad girl!” He hisses, slapping your clit again and making you bounce up on his lap, jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins, down your legs and in the pit of your belly, swirling sparks that link up – ready to explode but you squirm in his lap because you need more, more, more. “Trying to seduce your daddy and demand pleasure, huh? You know that’s not how it works, baby.”

“N-Need your fingers!” You wail, plainly ignoring anything he’s saying because his hand feels so good, “Need my daddy’s fingers inside me. Or maybe your cock? Feel so empty without you inside me, daddy. Not fair! ‘s not fair at all!”

It’s with feral energy that you reach down to grab at his crotch, his cock straining painfully against the denim of his jeans. Oh, you just want to relieve him of that pain, undo his fly and pull him out, your mouth watering at how hard and thick and angry and red his cock must be. But you’re pulled from your stupor by his free hand slapping yours away.

“How fucking cockdrunk are you, princess?” Ari asks scornfully, and now you know he’s switched from gentle, kind and caring daddy to mean and rough daddy – which is exactly who you’re craving tonight. “Trying to be sneaky and take my dick out, huh? What did you think you were gonna do, stupid baby? Try and fuck yourself on me? In the state you’re in?”

“Please, just fuck me, daddy! Need you so bad. I’ll die if you don’t put your dick inside me right now!” You’ve worked yourself up so much, rocking and humping deliriously against his palm, your clit engorged and throbbing, your pussy leaking down your thighs and dripping onto his jeans – all for him.

Ari pinches your nipple cruelly, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger before drawing his hand back and slapping your breast. Once, twice, three times till you’re howling in a delicate mix of pain and pleasure, the sensations mingling together so deliciously that you’re seeing stars.

“You’re a fucking naughty, dumb little baby,” He taunts, “Working yourself up on daddy’s hand, all without permission. Think you’ll get whatever you want if you beg prettily enough, do you? Is that what you think, huh? Is it?” He pinches your clit, and a new burst of pleasure blooms from within you. God, he’s playing your body like a guitar, plucking and strumming in all the right places yet not doing enough…

“Just the tip!” You beg, trying to grab at his dick again, pressing your palm against it and hoping you can entice him into taking it out of his jeans, “Just the tip, daddy, I promise! Just put the tip inside me, it’ll feel so good! Your little baby pussy is crying for daddy’s dick, an’ it’ll feel so tight an’ good, I promise!” Your garbling nonsense, words jumbling up and falling out of your mouth without a second thought, but you can’t help it, you want him so badly.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” Ari licks his lips, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit with one hand, using the other hand to guide your hips and make you bounce on him harder. “Needy little baby, daddy’s bratty little girl wants to get fucked like a whore, huh? After you spent all night being mouthy, now you think you can just get what you want?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You’re so close, his dirty talk playing in perfectly in time with the rock of your hips against his hand, and it finally feels like it’s not just you, that he’s finally giving in as his hand meets your thrusts. And you’re so close, so fucking close that you can see the stars that are about to explode behind your eyes, you can almost taste them…

Ari removes his hand, ceasing all movement and leaning back against his armchair, a smug look on his face when you blink up at him in a mixture of dismay, anger and trepidation.

“Oh, you thought I’d let you cum?” He’s too casual about it, smirking down at you as he brings his hand up to his mouth. His hand which is completely glistening, coated with your cream, the slickness of your arousal for him. And he closes his eyes and moans as he licks it all up, his boner digging against your ass almost as obnoxiously as the show he’s putting on is. “Why, princess, letting you cum would mean that I took advantage of you! And we wouldn’t want that, would we? Not when you’re so drunk.”

“P-Put your hand back!” You order him feebly, trying to tug it back between your legs but he’s so much stronger than you, and only laughs at your attempts.

“Now you’re ordering me around too? Wow baby, you have no idea the punishment you’re in for tomorrow,” Ari whistles lowly, before promptly standing up and gathering you in his arms. You feel the throbbing in between your legs increase about tenfold, like your pussy is genuinely crying from the sudden neglect. It makes you want to burst into tears too, how could he be so mean?

“How can you be so mean?” You hiccup.

“Oh, honey, you have no idea how truly mean I can be. But you’ll find out tomorrow.” Ari begins to carry you upstairs for the second time that night, “Hangover or not, I don’t give a fuck. Tomorrow, I’ll make sure you can’t walk, and maybe then you’ll have time to reflect on all the bad things you did today.”

A/N: NOT ME COMING IN WITH A SURPRISE ARI FIC. Tbh I just started writing this for fun and then somehow within an hour or so, this was the result. I hope you guys enjoyed it, hopefully the reader’s punishment tomorrow won’t be too harsh, haha! Please, please, please leave feedback and tell me what you think! And tag anyone whom you think will enjoy this! THANK YOU AND ILY.

[tvonq]

was in the middle of talking about my work and my prof basically ended the call on me .

[beansprean]

If Nandor’s “eat prey love” journey didn’t include a tearful vent session in a gay bar in Austin, TX with a drag queen named Rascal Fatts, idek what’s real anymore.

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Nandor sitting at a bar in his red fancy coat and a sparkly pink cowboy hat, slumped over the bar with an undrunk tumbler of liquor cupped between his palms. He is clearly mid-rant, frowning mouth open and a tear falling from one eye. Next to him is a drag queen, her blonde hair styled in a giant Texan beehive, wearing purple plastic hoop earrings, a tattoo choker, a denim jacket, and a tight pink top that her tits are spilling out of. She has one hand (with long sparkly acrylics) resting comfortingly on Nandor’s shoulder and the other holding an empty tumbler. There is empty tall glass on the bar next to her. She is nodding and listening as Garth Brooks’s “Friends In Low Places” plays in the background. 2. Close up on Nandor, sparkly cowboy hat removed and pressed to his chest as he bows his head, a single tear falling from his eye. In the background, a vision of Guillermo appears amidst a swirl of purple galaxies. He is wearing a brown vest and cowboy hat and smiling, surrounded by sparkles. Text at the bottom reads “see you space cowboy…” 3. Waist up of Nandor standing with a happy grin, hands on hips. He has a brown tee shirt on over his usual white undershirt with a logo of two horses running and the words “save a horse, ride a cowboy.” /end ID

[shuchu]

‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ off collab with the boys ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto

take note: this headcanon is written with a gn!reader who is also a vtuber from nijisanji en and the boys have a crush on the reader. also, in this, the reader is a complete lightweight lmao sorry (≧▽≦)

author notes: this is a very long post, it’s kinda like separate one shots for the boys but in headcanon form? idek lmao halp (・_・;)  the boys won’t confess now, i’ll write a separate headcanon on how the boys would confess (≧◡≦) i tried my best with this but if any of the boys are ooc i’m so sorry! as usual, feel free to send in feedback and/or requests (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

a little backstory:

the luxiem boys and shoto were under the impression that it was just them meeting up, with the addition of ninaur of course. however, nina had messaged you on discord after they had planned to meet up and asked if you would be down to surprise the boys since she knew how close you were with them. you agreed immediately and started making plans to travel to Paris (wink wonk). 

the day finally arrives and you’re standing outside the door of the airbnb that they were at. 'badum badum badum' you can hear your racing heartbeat in your ears, you’re nervously pacing to and fro with 3 boxes of pizzas in your hands waiting for nina to open the door to let you in. you could hear their voices from outside the door, they were currently streaming. this was your first time meeting any of your co-workers in person and you were lowkey freaking out a little. suddenly you hear nina go, “oh hold on, i think our pizzas are here!” you sucked in a breath and tried to calm yourself down. she opens the door and goes, “oh, wait a minute…who’s this?” nina stands to the side to let you in and you smile, saying, “did you guys order some pizza?”. you see the boys’ eyes widen in shock and next thing you know, you’re engulfed in a big group hug. 

vox

his eyes widens and he’d go, “no fucking way…”

after the group hug is over, he hugs you again tight and says, “it’s so good to meet you in person.”

when sitting on the couch together with the boys, vox would sit next to you and rest his arm behind you, on the back of the couch

vox would want to spend as much as time as he can one-on-one with you, so he plans to do lots of collabs with you. him being there for moral support while you play FNAF being one of the many collabs

when you get jumpscared, you whine at him and he coos at you saying, “aaawww…does y/n need my help? did they get jumpscared again by bonnie? aawwww…”

you’d swat at him telling him to shut up and insist that you’re fine. the smug bastard just chuckles and says, “alright then, if you say so love.”

he would be flirting and bantering with you so much during the collabs, talking about how cute you are when you blush and get flustered

your fans would go crazy and say, “(you and vox’s ship name) fans are well fed during the off collab."

fan art of vox and you will flood both your twitter feeds, vox liking as many of them as possible, even retweeting some

vox would be very helpful, constantly asking if you need help with anything especially with setting up stream or whether you need to use any of his equipment

i have a feeling that you and vox would have many late night conversations where you guys would talk about anything and everything

if you wanted to go shopping he’d be more than happy to accompany you

he’d be so patient, going to all the different shops with you and complimenting you when you go to try on clothes

vox would definitely offer to carry all your bags even though you insist that you don’t need help

when you all go to a bar, vox would definitely be the one to take care of you if you get drunk

under the influence of alcohol, vox might let it slip that he likes you but you were too drunk to register what he said

to help get you home safely, he'd princess carry you back to the airbnb

if you have a hangover the next day he’d tease you first and say with a smirk on his face, “i didn’t know you were a lightweight.”

you’d roll your eyes and tell him to shut the fuck up. at that he would chuckle and say, “ah…but you love it when i tease you.”

he would then hand you aspirin and water, then leave to go cook some soup to help you feel better

when you thank him for helping you get over your hangover, he’d just say, “of course, i’m glad i could help y/n.”

when you're leaving, vox gives you a long tight hug and speaks softly so that only you could hear him, “i loved spending time with you, let’s do this again soon. i want to spend more time with you.”

you’d rub his back and say, “it’s okay voxy, we can still hang out online. i enjoyed spending time with you too you silly demon man.”

“don’t miss me too much y/n.” cheeky bastard

mysta

mysta’s eyes widen and his jaw drops, he can’t believe that you’re right there, in person, in front of him. he feels like he’s dreaming

after the group hug is over, he would say, “you’re shorter than i imagined.”, chuckling right after

you’d punch his arm and glare at him saying, “is that how you say hi to me huh? mysta rias from nijisanji en’s luxiem.”

he’d then hug you and say, “i’m kidding, i’m kidding, it’s good to have you here y/n.”

like vox, i feel like mysta would want to spend a lot of one-on-one time with you, since well, he has a crush on you

he would try to be subtle about his intentions but we all know how that will go lmao

he would arrange for as many collabs as he can with you and gets a bit jealous when the other boys arrange multiple collabs with you too

during your collabs he’d try to make you flustered and he loves the fact that he’s able to see your reactions to his flirting in person

although, when you flirt back, mysta becomes a spluttering, stuttering mess and the fact that you’re able to see his reaction in person makes it 10 times better

you then tease him about it saying, “aaawww is little mysta all flustered?”

he’d respond and say, “w-what? noooo…i’m not, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” “you’re literally as red as a tomato right now mysta.” “that is such cap y/n, don’t believe them chat.” flustered mysta >>> 

mysta would definitely make you laugh a lot during your collabs, at the end of every collab both your cheeks and stomach would be hurting

multiple clips of the both of you flirting and bantering will flood twitter, mysta would secretly bookmark all of them so that when he gets home, he can look back on them and relive those moments when he misses you. i cri, he's so precious

mysta would also be very helpful, lending you equipment when you want to stream and helping you with technical difficulties whenever they pop up

like vox, you and mysta would also have many late night talks, he’d fall even more in love with you after those talks because he feels like you understand him and that you would never judge him

mysta would constantly ask if you’d want to go out to get some food with him, secretly hoping that the others won’t tag along

he’d also set up movie nights where if you guys watch a scary film, he’d instinctively hug you and hide his face behind your shoulder

but he’ll end up holding your hand throughout the entire movie which he is secretly really happy about

when the group of you go to a bar for drinks, both of you get absolutely hammered because you both are lightweights

you guys end up giggling a whole lot on the way home, stumbling and almost falling flat on your faces multiple times, resulting in vox needing to hold on to the both of you all the way home

the next day, both of you are down with a hangover, mysta stumbles into your room and collapses on your bed saying, “urrghhh y/n i feel like shit.” you groan and respond, “uurrgghh me too.”

“can i stay in your bed with you for today? i don’t wanna be alone.” “sure mysta.”

you both end up sleeping the day away with shoto and vox bringing the both of you aspirin, water as well as your comfort foods to help with the hangover

when you're leaving, mysta comes up to you and gives you a hug, saying, "thank you for making this trip so enjoyable and fun, i'll miss you. let's meet up again soon okay?"

you hug him a little tighter and thank him for such an enjoyable trip as well, agreeing to another off collab soon

luca

luca would yell your name and be the first one to run towards you with his arms wide open. ugh i love luca sm he's so cute uweee

he would squeeze you to his booba so tight, chuckle and say, “it’s y/n! in person! POGGGGGG!”

throughout the whole trip luca would constantly be making tik tok references and doing the “AUUGGHHHHH” sound, making you laugh so much

when you guys are just hanging out in the living room, he’d say, “hey y/n, check out this tik tok.” the both of you would spend hours watching tik tok videos with each other and laughing your asses off

luca would organise as many collabs with you as possible, one of the many collabs might be It Takes Two, since the both of you have never played it before and luca thought that it’ll be a good idea to play it with you during the off collab

luca plays as cody and you play as may (or vice versa), when you guys get to the part where cody gets the nails and may gets the hammer, luca would keep shooting the nails at you/hammering you down with the hammer and laughing all while doing it. once you get free of being nailed/hammered down, you’d run after him with the hammer/nails, yelling, “LUCCCAAAA!!!”” to try and hammer/nail him down as revenge. the both of you would progress through the game super slowly because of luca and his trolling

luca finds it super cute when you run at him to try and get revenge from all the trolling that he’s doing 

so prepare yourself for luca griefing you a lot for the whole duration of this game

from all the tik toks that the both of you have watched together, a repertoire of inside jokes were created and when the group does collabs together, the both of you would be giggling at jokes that only the both of you get, leaving the rest confused

when the group of you would go out for food, luca would always be down to try something he’s never eaten before. so when he tries something he likes, he’d look at you and go, “y/n, this is really good! i like it!” and you’d clap and say, “pogggg! i’m so proud of you luca!”

when the group of you goes shopping, luca would always find a way to make you laugh. luca would pick up a pair of sunglasses that look really bizarre and say, “hey y/n, you think i should get these glasses?”, you’d giggle and tell him that he looks ridiculous in those glasses

when you try on outfits and ask luca for his opinion on them, he’d always go, “y/n poggggg! yes, get them!” and when you go back into the changing room, he’d blush a little because he thinks you look amazing in everything

when the group goes out to a bar for a drink, like with mysta, both of you get absolutely hammered

luca and you would start doing random dances and giggling when the other looks stupid doing it, not caring if people were looking

vox and nina being the ones to make sure the both of you get back safely

somehow luca doesn't get a hangover, but you do, so luca brings you aspirin and a glass of water. he then says, "it's okay y/n, just pog!" you groan at that and say, "luca please."

luca would be there to help you get over your hangover, bringing more water whenever you wanted some, going out to get your favourite food and keeping you company

when you're leaving, luca engulfs you in a hug and says with a pout, "nooo y/n why're you leaving me?" 

you pat him gently on the back and assure him that more off collabs will be planned in the future and that you both can still hang out online

he'd nod while still hugging you and says, "thank you for making this trip so fun y/n, i'll miss you."

"i'll miss you too luca." i'm so soft for him uweee ( 〃▽〃)

ike

ike would be one of the last few to join the group hug because he’s just so shocked that you’re literally standing right in front of him

he’d hug you again after the group hug and say, “aaahhh, it’s so good to see you y/n!”

he’d make you try caviar toast, let’s be real, mans is addicted to that stuff (≧▽≦)

ike’s social battery drains pretty quickly but he’d make sure that he’s around you, you guys don’t have to talk, he just loves being around you

ike would arrange to do multiple collabs with you, a clubhouse games 51 collab being one of the many collabs

since ike has a crush on you, flirty ike comes out to play, occasionally slipping in flirty comments whenever the chance arises

when you guys play connect 4, both of you get equally competitive so you’d both be taunting each other and trying to trick each other into making a wrong move

when ike wins and you just flop back onto the backrest of the couch feeling defeated, he sits closer to you saying, “aww you did really well y/n, you were 1 step away from beating me.”

he’d rub small circles on the back of your hand to help you feel better. i’m ascendingggggg 

when you win, ike goes, “what the hecky?? i did not see that coming, good job y/n!”

both of your twitter feeds will be full of fanart of the both of you, ike likes as many as he can and retweets a lot of them too

ike would take the time to get to know you properly and by the end of the off collab he would know your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand 

this might be ooc but i see you and ike taking a nap next to each other, with your head on his shoulder possibly

the rest will see it and go, “aaww”, nina will probably snap a photo secretly and send it to ike because mama knows ~

i feel like ike would ask you to accompany him to cafés for a little mid day snack or for brunch perhaps

ike and you would definitely be the ones to clean up and tidy up the airbnb, you guys would be dancing and singing along to vocaloid songs while cleaning. married life with ike brainrot go brr

when you guys go shopping, ike would be like luca, he’d compliment every item you try on and thinking about how stunning you look in every single item of clothing you try on

“y/n…you look amazing!!! definitely get that outfit and the other items of clothing that you tried earlier.”

when the group goes out to a bar to drink, i feel like ike would get tipsy and would be a little more flirty than usual but of course you’re too drunk to even realise that he’s flirting with you

i’d imagine that ike has a higher alcohol tolerance than you do so he’d end up wrapping an arm around your shoulder and vice versa, making sure that you get back safely

he would definitely take care of you the next morning when you’re nursing that hangover, bringing you the aspirin and water, then hanging out with you for the whole day, sitting beside you and reading a book, just scrolling through twitter on his phone or writing a novel, getting you whatever you need when you ask for it

when you tell him that he doesn’t have to stay with you, ike says, “i enjoy your company y/n, so don’t worry.” with that soft gentle smile (*/▽＼*)

when you’re leaving, ike would give you a long hug, rubbing his thumb slightly on your back saying, “it’s been such a pleasure spending time with you y/n, i hope we can do this again sometime soon.”

“likewise ikey, i always enjoy spending time with you.” i cri, i love ike

shu

shu would also be one of the last few to join the group hug because he’s stunned and at a loss for words but he’s so excited to get to spend time with you in person

he’d give you a hug and squeeze you a lil saying, “eyyyy y/n, welcome to paris, happy to have you here!”

shu is such a memer and has such zoomer humour that you’ll be laughing tons throughout the whole trip and shu appreciates that you laugh at his zoomer jokes

shu would also want to collab a lot with you, so plan a valorant training week with him as your coach

you’ve been watching all the other hopconners and want to give valorant a shot

you’d ask shu to coach you with the pien face and hoo boy, how could shu say no to that face, you got him blushing

“u-uh yeah, i’d be happy to coach you!”

he’s secretly so happy that you asked him to teach you

during the valorant stream, shu would sit beside you and get you to do some aim training first

at first you’d struggle with flicking your crosshair to the targets’ heads so shu stands behind you with a hand resting on the back of your chair, the other on your hand (asking permission first of course) to guide you on how to flick to the dummy’s heads. this made me blush (//▽//)

you’d get the hang of it really quickly after he demonstrated to you and he’d be so proud of you saying, “eyyyy! you got it y/n!”

your chat, consisting of the yaminions and your fans couldn’t see what was happening behind the scenes but saw how patient and gentle shu was being with you. your chat would be flooded with comments saying, “awww shu and y/n are so cute!”, “i feel like i’m third wheeling.”, “shu sounds so proud of y/n, that’s so cute!”

when you guys play unranked valorant games together, shu would definitely try his best because he wants to impress you. so when you hype him up as he’s getting kills and compliment him after saying that he’s absolutely cracked at the game, his heart flutters and he gets a little flustered. he’s so cute

during all the collabs that the both of you do, shu will slip in compliments whenever he can and he’d drop a few flirty comments here and there just to see if you’d get flustered. if you do, he finds it really fricking cute

if you have any technical difficulties, shu will be there to help in a heartbeat. he ain’t called shupport for nothing

shu would ask you if you’d like to go grab food with him and if no one else asks to tag along, he’s secretly really happy because he gets to spend more time with you alone

shu would definitely ask you to watch anime with him and if you end up falling asleep on his shoulder while watching, he’ll stay there and take a nap with you because he can’t bear to move when you look so cute resting on his shoulder like that

shu likes being around you, so if you’re hanging out in the living room, he’d be there too

if he watches something funny on youtube he’d show it to you so the both of you can laugh about it together and if he finds fan art or clips posted to youtube about the both of you that he likes, he’d show them to you on his phone

when the group goes out to a bar, both you and shu would get drunk after 2-3 drinks and shu gets a little bolder when he’s drunk so he’d probably start flirting a bit more. when you flirt back, shu blushes and gets all flustered

vox and ike will help get the both of you back to the airbnb safely but the whole time, shu will be holding your hand because he wants to make sure that you’re always with him and that nothing bad happens to you on the way back. protective shu >>>

the next day, shu would somehow not get a hangover but you will and he’ll be the one taking care of you. when you give him the pien face, asking him to give you headpats and stay with you, shu’s heart melts and he pats your hair gently, lulling you back to sleep

when you’re leaving, shu gives you a big long hug where you guys sway a little side to side. you giggle and he chuckles saying, “eyyy y/n, i really enjoyed hanging out with you during this off collab, let’s arrange for more in the future okay?”

shoto would also, like luca, run towards you immediately with arms wide open, yelling your name excitedly

after the group hug, shoto would give you a hug and squeeze you tight saying, “aaaahh im so happy you’re here y/n!”

shoto is kinda like a mix of vox and shu, he has zoomer humour but makes a ton of dirty jokes too so every time shoto makes a zoomer or dirty joke, you’d look at him with a deadpan face and say, “shoto...”

i feel like shoto would do minecraft collabs with you because they’re chill and relaxing , you both would make a little village of your own and go on mining adventures. sounds so relaxing (─‿‿─)♡

i also feel like shoto would get you to play valorant with him and shu but flirting with you throughout the whole collab making poor shu a thirdwheel (≧▽≦)

“hey y/n, if you clutch this i’ll give you a kiss.” “h-huh wait, what?” 

chat would be flying saying things like, “ayo???”, “shoto??”, “he said he would what??”

but you end up getting shot by the enemy because you were too flustered

shoto just chuckles and says, “maybe next time y/n.” but secretly his heart was racing

if vox is unable to be there when you plan on playing FNAF due to other collabs, shoto will sit in for him

whenever you get jumpscared, he’d get jumpscared too, occasionally (≧▽≦). but he’ll place a hand on your back, rubbing it slowly while encouraging you

“c’mon y/n you’re at 4am! it’s do-able, i believe in you!”, “YOU DID IT WOOOOO! i’m so proud of you!”

shoto would also compliment you a lot especially when he likes the outfits that you wear

“sheeesh y/n you look good!”

shoto would definitiely treat you to sushi, he’d ask, “hey y/n, would you like to go on a little sushi date with me?”

in the mornings shoto would also cook pancakes for you if you haven’t had anything to eat yet

“wait you haven’t had breakfast yet y/n? i’ll go cook up some pancakes for you real quick, stay right there.”

when you wanna go shopping, you bet shoto will ask to tag along. i wanna hc that shoto has pretty good fashion sense so he’d help pick out some outfits for you to try on. every outfit you tried on has his jaw dropping every single time. “omg, y/n you look amazing! you better get this outfit because holy crap you look so good.”

after all the shopping both of you would get boba, find a little bench to sit down, rest and chat a little

shoto would also be one to ask for you to watch anime with him, if you guys are both not in the mood to go anywhere. the both of you would just hang out in the living room of the airbnb watching anime. he’d sit right next to you with his legs crossed. after watching a few episodes you guys will just hang out, talking about what you thought about the few episodes that you’ve just watched

from all the collabs that the both of you have done, there will be lots of fan art of the both of you. shoto likes and retweets as many as he can. he would show them to you on his phone if you aren’t busy or if the both of you are just hanging out on the couch

when the group of you head out to a bar for some drinks, shoto has a higher alcohol tolerance than you do so you’d end up getting drunk after 2-3 drinks whereas he’d end off the night being just tipsy at most

you thought shoto was flirty before? meet tipsy shoto. shoto would definitely be flirting with you the whole time you guys were drinking. 

“you know what? this tastes pretty good, i’ll probably want a little more later.” 

“i know what i want a little more of later too.” 

“SHOTO!!!”

“just kidding...unless?” ( 〃▽〃) shoto please

shoto would wrap your arm around his shoulder and he does the same to you so that you won’t stumble and fall while you guys are heading back

if you get a hangover the next day, shoto will definitely be there to help you get over your hangover. he’d be there to bring you anything you want. you want ramen? he’ll go cook it. you want sushi? he’ll go out and get it. you need more water? he’s on it. he’ll be right beside you the whole time, keeping you company 

when you’re leaving, shoto gives you a long hug, rubbing your back slowly and says, “i loved spending time with you y/n, i’ll miss your presence...” pien shoto is so cute uweee

[slut-f0r-u]

Scared (alternate route)

This was requested by @robertdowneyhiddlesbatch on my post. I thought it was too funny not to write! Its really bad but idek

Warnings-scared reader, sassy tangerine, metions of breaking in/murder, tangeine being himself

Summary- "someone scared T’s lover and he went off on the attacker all sassy"

When tangerine arrived home his heart dropped. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He saw your door, which had been kicked down. Tangerine quickly reached for his gun and crept inside. Him, being a pessimist, expected the worst once again. He thought he would find you dead in the living room.

He scanned the room to find muddy footprints leading into the kitchen. Whoever you attacker was wasn't very sneaky and tangerine just hoped you made it out in time. He approached the kitchen slowly.

He heard your voice. But it didn't sound scared? He also heard a males voice follwed by laughter. Tangeine quickly rounded the corner and was met with the most devastating sight he could ever see.

Ladybug. Sitting on his kitchen bench. Talking to you, making you laugh. Tangeine felt anger and jealousy boiling up in him.

"Why in the bloody fuck are you here?" he screeched out looking at ladybug in disgust. How dare he break into his home and start talking with his wife!

" Oh, Hi T!" You exclaimed in delight hoping of the bench where you were sitting next to ladybug and giving him a kiss before pulling him into a hug. He was shocked but obviously reciprocated whilst also glaring at Ladybug. Its not your fault you were talking to the man who almost killed your husband. You had zero knowledge of what Tangerine does for a living as you both agreed it would be safer not to know.

"Tan, don't be so mean to him either" You say sweetly, "hes your friend!"

"My friend?" He asked shocked. Ladybug was NOT his friend he HATED ladybug.

"Yeah! He gave me quite a fright when he came in! But then he explained that he was your friend from work." You continued.

"Oh yea... Right love." he started before turning to ladybug, "Well friend would you mind if I spoke to you in the other room." He growled out.

"Yeah alright.." Ladybug said with a scared look on his face making you very confused. Why would ladybug be scared of his friend?

Tangerine then dragged Ladybug out to the living room. He was ready to go off, First ladybug broke into his home, then he scared his wife and to top it all off started flirting with her! "I'll ask the one more time why the fuck ar eyou here!" He yelled at ladybug.

Ladybug was silent. "Oh thats how we're gonna play it! Alright then!" He said laughing manically while creeping closer to Ladybug, " That my wife in there. You Ever fucking look at her again I'll tear your fucking head off and shove it up you ass!" He whisper yelled not wanting to alert you.

Ladybug was quite confused and him being himself he asked "Why?"

"Why?" tangeine asked laughing once again, "Becasue my wife doen't know what i do and you waltz in here wanting god knows what and strike a converation with he. Oh and not only that you fucking scared her! No one does anything to scare my wife and lives another day!" He yelled a bit louder this time. Ladybug runs out as you walk in, leaving you very confused.

[frozenmoonshine]

Head Canon - Haitani Ran as your boyfriend:

Idek where all these ideas came from, I'm far from a Haitani stan, but I do think the common fanon representation of Ran is rather unfair to the character, considering all the canon stuff we found out from the official character book #3, so... here's my small contribution to fixing it. LOL

Fluff; Hetero relationship

☆ ‌It's no secret that he loves attention and being the center of it, and with his natural good looks and charm/charisma, he always attracts a lot of attention from girls, wherever he appears. That earned him a bad reputation of a playboy/womanizer, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He just enjoys the attention that comes with flirting, but he's only had like, two girlfriends (by the time he joined Tenjiku).

☆‌ Not the type to fall in love easily, or even to develop a crush! He's actually super picky when it comes to women, just like with everything else in life. But once someone has sparked his interest, he goes into the chasing mode, and god help his target, cause they WILL fall for him, no matter what!

☆ ‌But I'm not saying that he's pushy or annoying, or a creep that doesn't know when to back off. Noooo, he's just a sly, witty, little tactician, who will have you play yourself right into his trap! If he's locked on to you, there's no way out, but let's face it - why the hell would you even want out?!

☆ Once in a relationship, he gets comfortable with you easily, you have movie nights and nap dates at least twice a week (after all, he takes 'Netflix and chill' very seriously!), he lets you play with his beloved hair, even mess it up, LOVES lying in your lap, and will fall asleep in less than five minutes, especially if you stroke his hair.

☆ ‌If he's not answering his phone for a while, you know there's only three possible reasons: he's sleeping, in a middle of a fight, or at the hair salon. He will call/message you back right away when he sees the missed calls/receives messages, and most likely say something along the lines of: "Sorry babe, I was asleep". (Bonus points for his sleepy, morning voice! Sexiest thing ever!)

☆ ‌He's very chill and doesn't really do drama. He dislikes fighting with his SO, but when it does happen, even tho it's rare, he'll just go to sleep without talking to you for the rest of the evening. If you buy him a montblanc cake the next day, he'll forgive you whatever your wrong might have been! If he was the one who was wrong, he'll lose sleep thinking about it, and eventually message you a memoire of an apology at like 4 AM. Next time you see him, he'd take you to his favorite hair salon to make up for whatever he did.

☆‌ Not the jealous type at all. So much so, that it might even leave you wondering if he even loves you at all, but cheat on him, or do anything to seriously break his trust, and he'll simply break up with you. He dislikes jealous girls as well.‌

☆ He wants to appear intellectual, but is actually dumb, so he can be rather cringy. He focused on pretty much anything other than studying, so no wonder he keeps using all those "complicated" words wrong, or getting his facts wrong. And if he tries speaking English, lord help you not to laugh at his face! But if you teach him the right things, he'll highly appreciate it. Just don't make fun of him in front of others, that's your one way ticket to hell!

☆ ‌He's quite a sweetheart when he's genuinely close to someone (ask Rindou if you don't believe me). He'll always let you vent to him, hear you out, listen to your problems, no matrer how small or trivial, and he's an amazing listener. He'll always offer emotional and moral support, even if he appears to be teasing you, he's there for his SO when it matters. But he himself can be quite closed off, and not talk about his problems easily, at least not the real ones. He will bitch about a bad hair day, but not openly tell you what's troubling him for real. If you tell him it's ok to rely on others sometimes, he'll just take that as a green light to act like a spoiled kid for the rest of the day, and expect you to baby him.

[storm-breaker7]

I would absolutely kill for a Chuck Hansen x reader fic, literally anything comfort if you could

Hhshhdwmejejb

Yes ma'am I would to. Right away. *Salutes* (trauma and comfort- but what's the difference?)

A/n: So first rq! So excited! 🐢😀 I hope you like it ma fren, I will slave away until this is done. Also BC you didn't specify I will be doing a gn reader just so everyone is included! ❤️ And the dog is named chip in honour of my passed dog.. he's been gone for awhile but I feel this is the best way to remember him, just giving him small cameos for my fics.

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff, Aussie slang (oh no), a creepy snake kaiju (idek please tell me if you find anything! Please!)

'That Dream Again'

---

I woke up at the blaring of an alarm, 'all yeager pilots report to the main hangar' the loud and annoying monotone voice repeated. Sighing I rolled out of bed and patted my small lab pup I named Chip.

He barked happily and I smiled at the tiny scruff. I walked to the mirror in my room and grabbed my jacket. "Alright get up you old hag" I joked smacking my older brother's leg, further more annoying him on this pleasant morning (I noted without a bit of sarcasm). He groaned and jumped off his top bunk and stretched.

"I'll see ya over there, your taking forever" I mumbled, grabbing Chips lead and taking him out of our shared room. I ran with the energetic pup all the way to the main hangar and puffed out a breath, watching Chip pant happily.

"What's the big fuss?" I questioned as a few more pairs gathered around. Looking around for confirmation, most shrugged and shook their heads. So no-one knew why we were here. Fun.

Soon enough my brother jogged in and then someone started talking. "Now, everyone, we have two kaiju scattering, it's early but we need at least 2 yeagers. Any volunteers?"

"This should be easy" My brother shrugged and put his hand up,

"Thank you, get in your yeager and get preped you two, we need you out asap."

"I'll take Chip back, meet me at Cobalt" I waved him away and took Chip on yet another run. When I reached the door I opened it and pushed him in, "Be good. Got it" I pointed my finger at him then shut the door. Running through endless halls to get to where I got suited up was not fun, by the way.

I heaved out breaths as I entered Cobalt, my brother chuckling and punching my arm, "Ready for me to look in that head of yours"

"Only if your ready for me to look in your dirty thoughts" I grinned, listening to the dude we dibed the annoying radio guy.

-Time skipith-

We scanned the water carefully as we continued to wade our way though. I felt something slithering around our legs and glanced at my brother,

"Why don't we go snake huntin'" I joked before activating the knife on my arm, stabbing the snake like kaiju, and an ear piercing scream rang out before the kaiju grabbed onto Cobalts' left ankle, on my brother's side.

The snake let go then quickly slithered up our legs and around us, squishing Cobalt as it continued up. I let out a breath as is wrapped around us, coming up on the left side of Cobalts' head.

I went to stab the kaiju but It squished more and then bit into the left side of Cobalts' head, ripping it open. My brother let out a yell of agony as we were ripped from our drift and I screamed painfully, the literal shock of everything on my left side sizzle like I was cooking.

I activated the pulse cannon, barely hearing myself say it over the loud ringing in my ears, and held it somewhat is the kaijus' direction before I fired... Multiple times.

I shot up out of my dream in a cold sweat, my eyes glossed over and Chip whining next to me. It was a few years back and now I was in Hong Kong with the last few Yeagers left. I haven't found a match ever since and Cobalt sits there to collect dust.

A knock at the door snaps me back to the real world. I get up and walk over, with Chip trailing close behind. As soon as I open the door max bursts into and him and Chip are already playing.

I smiled and opened the door fully, "Hi chuck"

"G'mornin', you look like shit." He smiled and greeted me before he noticed how tightly I was holding my brother's dog tags, "That dream again?" I nodded slowly closing the door behind him, smiling sadly. "Come 'ere" He mumbled opening his arms.

I shuffled over and hugged him, burring my face in his chest, trying not to cry on him. "'m sorry you have to deal with me" I mumbled into his shirt,

He started to rock me back and forth then slowly sat down on my bed, "Hey, don't worry. I've got ya"

"Thanks chuck" I smiled and squeezed my eyes closed, slowly letting myself calm down from the recurring dream I had.

"Don't worry, mate. I gotcha.. I gotcha" He mumbled still rocking us back and forth, rubbing my back slowly.

[u1travi0lett]

Cuddling w Tate Langdon

Pre-death Tate x GN!reader

Warnings- none

type- fluff sorta Idek tbh

AN- Again Idek what this is tbh 😭, please give me requests on what to write next I have literally no ideas :/

Okay so Tate is BIG into cuddling, he’s clingy af and will wrap his arms around you at any given moment possible.

He loves when you two watch movies / listen to music together and you lay in his lap. In moments like those he’ll most likely be playing with your hair.

Tate loves holding you close but secretly prefers being the one being held, you know this as whenever you spoon him (you being the big spoon and him being the little spoon) he practically melts into your touch.

He always comes to you when things at home are bad or when Constance is being a bitch (which is a lot). He doesn’t usually like talking about it so you just drag him into your bed and wrap your arms around him. This instantly makes him feel 1000x better.

Tate’s love language is touch so he’s always randomly wrapping his arms around you.

You two are always sleeping over at eachothers houses so it’s honestly not an uncommon thing for you to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Wether in public or not Tate will cuddle you, if he needs your touch or you need his nothing is stopping him from wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

Cuddling with you is honestly Tate’s favourite thing, it makes him not only feel love but safety too. (so pls give this baby a hug, he needs it)

[prolix-yuy]

So I was having a watching music videos but doing stuff around the house day today.. And one of my comfort/childhood Trace Adkins songs came on.. It was Swing ( I know I'm an odd one for it being a childhood song, my mom raised me on his music and just all around more adult music.. 😆 ) Anywaysssss! It made an idea pop into my head cause I subconsciously have been on the look out for ideas to send ya after you posted your last part to the wonderful Frankie story saying you were open to ideas and such. 🤗💞

Enough of my rambling, on to the actual idea.. 😆🤣🏃💨

So maybe since they are in full cuteness of being a relationship, that Frankie would want to teach reader how to do something he loves doing.. And or her doing the same with Frankie.. 🤔🤔 Since their lives are definitely officially merging together now ( in the cutest way cause they are couple goals,lol). 💞🤗

Idk why watching/listening to swing made that kind of idea pop into my head, but it did.. 🤣🤷‍♀️

You can have full ideas of all of it, whatever kinda active they wanna teach,etc.. 💞 I just had some of small baking ingredients to gift you if you wanted to make the meal.. 😆💞 idek where that analogy came from but oh well, lmao.

But I hope your day/week has been amazingggg! 💗🤗 And no worries whatsoever if this idea does not work with you, etc. Just wanted to pass an idea on if you wanted it. 💞😊

Comfort hugs and extra sending of loveeee if you are in need of them. 💞🤗😘 ( Adorable handsome Mr. Pascal and Morales to make you smile maybe too) 💞🤗

You just unlocked a bunch of foundational memories with this ask! I grew up listening to a lot of Grateful Dead and bluegrass music (thanks Dad), so I know what you mean when your childhood songs don’t line up perfectly with when you were a kid.

Hmm, Frankie or Ms J teaching each other things…

I was trying to think of what might come up here. Frankie has a lot of interesting talents (that Ms J has definitely been privy to). But then I was contemplating your musical inspiration…and I remembered Pedro is going to play Joel in The Last of Us…and I figured out where this should go. If you’ve played The Last of Us 2, you’ll recognize a bit of where I’m pulling this from.

This one got away from me a little bit, I hope you enjoy!

Takes place after Something More.

Future Days

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: What have Frankie or Ms J taught each other?

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, past Sex Worker!Frankie, watch me make up shit about sex work, The TF boys being too fun for their own good, Santi singing needs its own warning, descriptions of male and female bodies, breast play, unprotected PiV sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), some minor cum play if you squint, me only knowing the smallest amount about playing guitar.

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

It was at another one of the Miller’s barbecues, much later in the summer when the oppressive heat of the day kept everyone in lightweight clothes and the night brought out camping blankets, that Frankie found out you still had your share of surprises.

The sun had set, leaving you around “another fuckin’ great bonfire” according to Benny, when Santi disappeared into the house. When he returned with a shit-eating grin and a guitar in one hand, everyone but you groaned.

“Santi, if we have to listen to your caterwauling one more time, I’m going to put that guitar right into the fire,” Will complained, though it sounds good-natured. Santi scoffs and sits in the chair next to yours, giving you his full attention since no one else seems to want it.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous I’ve got an instant in with the ladies,” he whispers, strumming a few chords and raising an eyebrow at you. You smirk and nod, feigning an impressed expression as he prepares to serenade all of the grimacing boys. Frankie is walking back to sit on your other side, placing a fresh Corona in your hand.

You push the lime through the tight neck of the bottle as Santi does a not-half-bad rendition of “Dancing in the Moonlight,” which despite their moans gets the boys’ toes tapping. Santi’s voice is clear and lifts on the breeze, a light vibrato on held notes and breathy exhales on the low dips. He’s all smiles and winking at everyone watching, just as engaging a performer as a singer. His energy is infectious; you even join in on the verses, Will adding an overly high falsetto at times that makes you all laugh. He’s warmed up to you more over time, growing from the silent brother to your favorite person to confide in when the party gets rowdy. Silent smiles and rolled eyes are your language.

Santi waves his hands for a smattering of applause, yours the loudest. He dips his head in mock modesty.

“I’m glad someone here appreciates my musical talent,” he jokes, and you try your hardest not to break into the silliest grin. “You enjoy the guitar too, Ms Jackson?” You nod, eyeing the mahogany curves and the onyx neck of his well-loved looking instrument. Santi notices with a sly smile.

“You ever play?” he asks, and he’s walked right into your not-so-subtle trap.

‘Yeah, I’ve dabbled,” you say, earning a surprised look from Santi and, you assume, Frankie behind your shoulder. Santi holds the guitar out to you.

“Care to grace us with a little tune?” Before you can answer Benny whoops and shouts, “Yeah Ms J, show him how it’s done!” You shake your head but take the guitar, scooting up to rest it on your knees. It’s a little bigger than the one you’re used to playing, but you adjust your position around it. Taking a peek over at Frankie, his eyes shining in the firelight, you catch a surprised smile gracing his face.

It’s exciting to think you can still surprise him.

“What would you like me to play?” you ask Santi sweetly, testing a few chords.

“Whatever inspires you, I’m beyond intrigued now,” he says, turning his chair to face you more fully. “Fish, you never told me Ms Jackson can jam.” Frankie huffs out a laugh and you beat him to an answer.

“Hasn’t come up before, Santi,” you reply coolly, looking back at Frankie and giving him a smile. He’s looking especially rumpled and adorable, barefooted in khaki shorts and a red jean jacket half hiding a tattered Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that definitely has a hole in the armpit.

“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” you joke, strumming the first few notes to a chorus of groans. “Ok jeez, tough crowd.” Instead you begin thumping your foot against the ground, plucking at the strings with the nimbleness of practice. You hear Will’s, “Oh shit!” from across the fire as you get through the intro and stop for two beats, all the boy’s faces breaking out in smiles as you jump into the first lines of “The Chain.”

Frankie’s bellowing cheer tells you this was a good pick. Benny and Santi start clapping along with the beat, Santi’s clear voice pairing with your airier one and adding strength to the melody. He even harmonizes with you, making your hair stand on end at the major chords. The chorus has all of the boys joining in, Frankie’s growly baritone speak-singing the lyrics next to you. Benny and Will air-drum through the interlude, you plucking through the bass section. The music peters off as you strum through the ending.

“Holy shit Ms Jackson! You’ve been holding out on me!” Santi cheers, taking the guitar from you and slapping you on the back.

“Anytime, as long as the boys don’t get tired of listening to me,” you reply. Santi slings the guitar strap over his shoulder and saunters to the other side of the fire, playing the beginning of another song that has Will and Benny practically running from him. You get up to toss out your bottle but Frankie snags you on the way by, pulling you down into his lap with a squeak. Warmth surrounds you, big arms wrapping you into Frankie’s body as he beams into your face.

“You trying to get me riled up?” he growls playfully, to which you tap him on his strong nose and weave your fingers into the base of his curls.

“I know your weaknesses, Frankie Morales,” you tease, scritching at the place on his scalp that makes his eyes close. He hums and squeezes your hips with his large hands.

“You’re gonna have to teach me that sometime,” he says, pressing a kiss at the hinge of your jaw. You sigh, giggling when you hear Will threaten, “If you sing that stupid hippo song one more time I’m going to shove that torture device so far up your ass.”

A few days later, Frankie surprises you right back.

“I would actually like to learn,” he brings up out of the blue. He’s got your feet in his lap, tucked at the end of his couch as you lounge across it. His thumb makes circles in the pad of your foot, gentle but also…nervous?

“Learn what?” you ask, sitting up to see him better. His smile is a little sheepish.

“How to play guitar,” he says a little quieter. He’s keeping his eyes trained on your feet, which makes your nose crinkle. Does he think you’d laugh at him for that? When it might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

“Of course, Frankie. I can dig up my old one.” The smile that creeps onto Frankie’s face settles into your heart like so many of his other emotions.

“It’s okay? I don’t want it to be a hassle,” he concedes, but you’re shaking your head and scooting closer to him.

“I would love to teach you.” Frankie scoffs for a moment, lifting his cap to comb back his hair. You grab the brim and toss it over onto his coffee table, replacing it with your fingers instead. He melts below your touch, leaning back and looking at you with that strangely sheepish expression again.

“I, um…” he starts, pausing to look in your face before continuing, “I’m not always the most…patient learner. So if it gets to be too much you just…give me a slap or something.” You hum at this admission. Frankie could be impatient in some aspects, but most times it had been to your benefit.

“We’ll have to see how good of a teacher I am,” you settle on, and Frankie’s gentle eyes couldn’t be more adoring.

Frankie was not kidding. For someone who could be so patient and take so much time in some aspects of his life, learning a new skill frustrated him to no end.

You’d started small, showing him how to hold a few major chords on the long neck of your old guitar. His hands dwarfed the wooden column, jaw clenching when his thick fingers pressed down on too many strings, dulling the note. He frequently shook his hand out, complaining of cramping. It reminded you of when you tried to learn piano, your hands too small to reach a full octave across the keys and how frustrated you were when you undershot a note that was so easy for others.

These lessons, spread out over several months and no more than a couple times a week, showed you a side of Frankie you’d never seen before. Your sweet, thoughtful boyfriend became more focused, serious as he tried to memorize progressions. His teeth clenched, mouth turned downward when he struggled, no matter how much encouragement you plied him with. Low curses lingered under his breath, and on more than one occasion you asked him if he wanted to stop.

“No,” he grunted out, dropping the guitar on the couch beside him and leaning back, hands coming up to scrub at his face. “I’m just feeling…slow. I hate feeling slow.” You took his hand in yours, massaging your thumb along the delicate muscles. It took a long time for your hand to feel comfortable on the strings too. You’re not Frankie’s therapist (his name is Ben), but when he gets quiet and tense like this you encourage him to speak those simmering feelings just to let them into the air.

“Want to tell me about it?” you ask. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t.

“Maybe I’m just an old dog who can’t learn a new trick,” he grumbled, head tilted towards the ceiling. Actively trying to relax his jaw, you continued working the tight muscles in his hand.

“If it’s not fun, you don’t have to do it,” you replied. Frankie brought his face back to yours. “It’s not a job. You’re supposed to enjoy it.” That granted you one of your favorite Frankie faces, sweet eyes and a gentle smile with a tilt of his head. It always bloomed warmth in your chest.

“How did you not give up on it?” he asked. You contemplated that, pulling your lower lip between your teeth before breaking out into a grin.

“I’ve got an idea.”

The next time Frankie sits down to practice, the defeat already in his shoulders, you place a few pieces of paper down on your coffee table. They’re chord progressions written out in your hand, no musical notes or bars. Frankie’s forehead wrinkles as he looks at them.

“You have to guess,” you say, sitting in the armchair across from him. “You know the song, but you gotta figure it out. I’ll give you a hint when you’re getting close.”

Frankie’s face smooths, a smile coming to his lips. Your excitement is thrumming in your chest. This is what he needs, a puzzle to solve, a game to play that engages both his body and his mind. He was a pilot after all, you’re surprised you didn’t think of this sooner.

He studies the chord progression, full focus on the sheet and his fingering, as he gets through your written directions slowly but accurately.

“Okay, a little faster this time,” you say, and Frankie nods with a sharpness that looks like it would be followed by a, “yes ma’am.” That flash of obedience sparks something primal and deep in you, but you push it down for another day. He stumbles, puffing little annoyed breaths out when he makes a mistake, but soon he’s getting the hand placement right, moving through the eight bars with more fluidity. His grimace starts to morph into a smile, and you look at him expectantly.

“What song is it?” you press, waiting for him to work through the chords again before he beams up at you.

“Well I guess it would be nice…” he rasps out, more speaking than singing, but you point at him and nod, “If I could touch your body, ‘cause I know not everybody has got a body like you!” You clap at his rendition of “Faith” by George Michael, strumming becoming more confident as he recognizes the rhythm and melody of the song he was unwittingly playing.

This is what finally gets Frankie excited instead of the single-minded goal to “be good” at guitar. Every little lesson is a game now, ranging from practicing the songs he enjoys playing (Faith has become a favorite) to new ones you write out for him. From “Kokomo” to “I Wanna Know What Love Is,” he’s starting to really get into the groove. You pretend not to notice that he folds up all the scraps of paper into his pocket at the end of the lesson, or the little pile on his bureau that bears your messy handwriting. Instead you start adding a little heart to every sheet.

Your favorite session by far was one where Frankie got the chords quickly, but was puzzling through what song it was. After almost ten repetitions he shakes his head with a stumped expression.

“You finally got me babe, I’ve got no idea.” You try not to break out into laughter immediately, instead nodding to play it one more time. As the cue comes, you start making a loud exaggerated saxophone noise with your mouth, air-playing it as well. Frankie’s head shoots up in surprise, then the laughter bubbles up from a chuckle to raucous hyena shrieks, your own breaking through and making you gasp for air.

“You taught me Careless Whisper?!” Frankie tries to say between frantic sips of air, putting the guitar down and flopping back on the couch. His chest shakes violently with the force of his merriment, and you crumple onto the living room floor as you try to overcome your giggle fit. As you finally get control of your diaphragm, Frankie slides off the couch and hovers over you, a halo of curls that the light seeps through.

“I love you, you know that?” he says, placing a ticklish kiss in the crook of your neck. You release another delirious giggle, your head light from lack of oxygen, as Frankie crawls over and cages you in. Your hands come up to stroke along the tight muscles on his back, his curved nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too,” you reply, lifting your chin to give him a sweet kiss that is still punctuated by a few giggles. “Love you even more if you let me get off the dirty floor.”

“It’s vacuumed, you’re fine,” Frankie mumbles into your neck, the twin brushes of his lips on your skin making you dig your fingers into his back. “Let me love on you for a little bit,” he adds, chasing the paths his lips left.

“You can love on me all you want in a more comfortable spot,” you shoot back. Frankie’s head pops up, fake contemplation on his face, before he concedes and continues his gentle worship in the softer cushions of your couch.

It was a cooler Friday afternoon, sunlight welcome on your back as you moved through your house, when Frankie surprises you yet again. He arrives at your doorstep per usual, but with two bags of groceries on a Friday afternoon. You’d both gotten out of work early, you because of a holiday, him because he asked his boss if he could leave when he was done working on his last car. Now, with a mountain of supplies you recognize but don’t understand in this context, Frankie is giving you a shy look.

“I thought I’d make you pernil for dinner,” he says, and while you’ve never heard of the dish you immediately agree to Frankie’s bashful request. He was a decent cook, whipping up quick tasty dishes when you stayed at his apartment. Your cuisines didn’t overlap at first, but you’d come to love many of the South American flavors he cooked with, and he’d treated you to many whispered, “oh shits,” at the French and Mediterranean food you were partial too.

As he chops and stirs at your kitchen island, letting you help with the prep but nothing more, he tells you this slow-roasted pork shoulder is something his mother makes only at Christmas due to the length of time it has to cook and the penchant that the young boys in the family had of barely letting it reach the table. You can understand why; the smell coming from the oven is savory, spicy, warming you all over.

“So what did you do to get the great honor of your mother’s recipe? I’m still trying to convince mine to give me a few of hers.” Frankie smirks, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with his sleeve. He’s preparing rice and pigeon peas for a side dish, and the way his arms flex as he mixes, a tiny patch of sweat at the center of his chest, makes you want to abandon this meal for other activities.

“Came back alive,” he says simply. The words drag you into the moment. You hum in acknowledgement, your finger tracing the edge of your wine glass, rubbing away the lip print on one edge.

At first, Frankie’s matter-of-fact attitude had been a little jarring, a refusal to candy-coat his experiences or the dark moments of his life. You’ve come to understand it better as his way of removing emotion from those memories. It still makes you want to hold him when he says things like that, but Frankie carries a reserve of strength beneath his frame and you respect him too much to baby him. Instead you spread out those desires into the little moments you share every day.

The shoulder needs to roast for several hours, so you retire to the living room and move to pull up something on Netflix. Maybe you can binge a few episodes of some new show as the sun starts to inch towards the horizon.

“Uh, there’s another thing,” he says, still standing in the entryway. You put your hands on your waist and cock an eyebrow at him.

“Full of surprises today, Frankie,” you tease, getting your favorite nervous tic of his. He smiles and lifts his hat, combing the hair away from his forehead before resettling it. You teased him about wearing hats in the house but he looks so damn sexy in them it’s always half-hearted.

“I’ll just…go get it,” he says, turning to leave before spinning back. “Sit in the armchair. And…don’t look just yet, it’s kind of a surprise.” Then he’s out your door and ambling to his truck. You close your eyes, trying to fight a smile and failing. Your home smells wonderful, spiced and clean with hints of Frankie caught in the couch cushions, in your clothes.

The door creaks open and you make a show of covering your eyes with your hands, grinning at Frankie’s soft chuckle. His boots thump by the door, socked feet padding over to your couch and sitting across from you. You hear a twang, familiar but not quite identifiable when you’re in darkness. Then the strum of a guitar. Your eyes fly open.

Frankie is sitting on the edge of your couch, a new guitar more suited for his frame resting on his lap. The wood is dark walnut along the curves, lightening to amber around the strings. His head is turned down, brim of the cap hiding his eyes and nose, but his lips, those wonderful lips, are still visible as he plucks out the first few notes and chords.

“If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself. Everything I have found dear I've not found by myself. Try and sometimes you'll succeed To make this man of me. All my stolen missing parts I've no need for anymore.”

You can barely move, afraid to break the spell of Frankie’s large hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar, fingers that frustrated him before now plucking nimbly, if not a little messily, at the strings. His voice is far-off thunder, half still in his chest like he’s afraid to be louder. Your hands are clasped in your lap, eyes shining at your beautiful boyfriend showing you how hard he’s worked to play this for you.

The lyrics keep flowing, the melody pausing sometimes when a particularly tricky part comes. He pushes through it, his head still downturned. It’s probably for the best because you can feel tears starting to dampen your lashes.

“I believe And I believe 'cause I can see Our future days Days of you and me.”

You’re crying to Pearl Jam being sung by the most gorgeous man you’ve ever had the chance to love and he’s rumbling the lyrics out so softly but each digs into your chest and makes a home there.

“All the promises at sundown I've meant them like the rest. All the demons used to come 'round, I'm grateful now they've left.”

You hear Frankie’s throat bob with a swallow, taking an extra measure to get to the last verse.

“So persistent in my ways. Hey angel, I am here to stay. No resistance, no alarms. Please, this is just too good to be gone.”

You know there’s a final verse lingering behind Frankie’s lips, but you stand and wrap your hand around the neck of the guitar, pulling it from his hands as he finally turns his head to look up at you. Your hands fly with frenetic energy, placing the guitar by the end of the couch, knocking Frankie’s cap off his head, and putting both hands on his face to capture him in a kiss. He lets out a surprised grunt that you swallow, pushing him back as you straddle his lap. You card your fingers through his soft curls, stroke your thumb along his scruffy jaw, and devour his mouth. Arms wrapping around you, he pulls you tight as he returns your heated kiss, dragging his tongue against yours, licking into all the little places that make you moan. His hands fist into the fabric of your shirt as he pants below you.

“Love you,” you gasp out, letting your lips part just enough to say it. “Love you so much, Frankie.” You feel a tear slip out, curving down to the corner of your mouth where Frankie kisses it away.

“You liked it?” he whispers, making you nod furiously, your noses bumping. “I’m still a little slow but…” You silence him with another kiss, settling your body tight against Frankie’s lap as he shifts his hips up to slot between your thighs.

“It was perfect,” you say, pulling back enough to look at Frankie’s dazed face. You let your fingers dance over his lips, soft and wet from your frenzied advance. He sees the trail of the tear down your cheek and wipes it away, cupping the side of your face with his warm palm. Tracing the edge of his beard, the dark crescents of his eyebrows, the proud line of his nose, you press back against his mouth with sweeter, slower movements this time.

Frankie indulges you in languid slips against his tongue, one hand splayed on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head. Suddenly your head is spinning, your back coming down on the couch as Frankie flips you. He sits back on his knees, fingers making quick work of the button-up you hadn’t changed out of yet. Once he’s popped every button open and bared your chest to his hungry eyes he folds over you, dragging his lips against the hardened bud of your nipple. Your back arches at the soft sensation, giving Frankie just enough leverage to drag your sleeves and straps down your arms.

“Oh, babe,” he chokes out. Those fingers that frustrated him now deftly unclasp your bra, baring you to his wandering mouth. Frankie’s hot breath fanning across your sternum is a precursor to the tip of his tongue gently tracing around your nipple. Sparks ignite where his mouth closes around your breast, his hand cupping the neglected one and stroking the rough edge of his thumb over it again and again.

“Frankie, fuck,” you gasp out as he swirls his tongue around and over, dragging his teeth softly against the flesh to make you bury your fingers in his hair. When you start keening less he lets your nipple fall from his lips, replacing it with your plush mouth. His cock is hard and straining against you, your work skirt rucked up your thighs and panties damp with your arousal.

“Wanna give you my cock, baby, wanna make you cum,” Frankie garbles into your chest as he moves his devious lips to your other breast.

“Yeah Frankie, want to cum with your mouth full?” you tease back, the groan against your skin making you lift your hips against him. The groan becomes a growl as one of Frankie’s large hands snakes between you and thumbs at your clit.

“Please can I fuck you, baby?” he all but begs and your hands join his in unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He pulls your panties to the side and swipes his thumb through your messy sex.

“Want me to…” he starts to say, but your legs wrapping behind his thighs, pulling his weeping cock flush with you, cut off his next thought.

“Now, Frankie, need you now,” you moan, rocking your hips to drag him through your folds. Frankie curses and grips the base of his cock, guiding the thick tip into your cunt and rolling his hips to fill you achingly slow. When he bottoms out with a snap you shout hoarsely, his eyes flashing concern for a moment before you follow it with a debauched groan and a thrust back.

“Fuck, baby, yeah. Your pussy is so fucking good,” he squeezes out, one hand palming your ass and the other propping himself up on his elbow. You take a hold of his face again and guide him back to your breast, your breath hitching when he teases your nipple with the same talented strokes he puts to use between your legs.

“Frankie, honey, you’re gonna make me cum on your cock,” you murmur, sneaking a hand between you to rub dizzying circles on your clit. Neither of you have the patience or the brainpower to draw this out. You just want skin and pleasure and mouths and love love love.

It’s almost too much to bear when Frankie curls down into you, gathering you in his arms and scraping his teeth and lips behind your ear as he slams into you. The couch groans comically at the debauched pounding you’re experiencing.

“Love you, sweet girl, love you so much. Love everything about you. Fuck, love this tight pussy, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard. I’m gonna…fuck, I didn’t…baby, where…?” Frankie’s pace is quick and deep now, barely pulling out before pressing hard inside your cunt, punching his hips up to angle his cock against your g-spot. He’s moaning long and loud and you love hearing him falling apart.

“Cum on my panties,” you purr, squeezing Frankie as his hips falter.

“Oh fuck, fuck, shit yes, baby-” he tries to say, pulling his cock out and stroking himself, quick wet passes aided by your slick coating him. He pulls your panties back over your cunt, your hand still working under the cotton. “Fuck. Fuck! Yes, fuck!” Frankie grits out as he cums hard, coating the fabric in his spend as he jolts against you over and over.

“That’s it baby, look at you, so fucking sexy,” you croon as you feel the fabric dampening over you. You’re almost at the peak yourself, Frankie’s fucked-out face and rapt attention pushing you there quickly.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking hot. Let me make you cum,” he pleads, but it’s less of a request than a demand when he pulls your wrist out of your panties, yanks the fabric to the side and dives down to suck your clit into his mouth. His tongue is fast and merciless against you, and being so close to the edge it barely takes a moment for you to shatter on your boyfriend’s tongue, his own cum smearing against his cheek in his eagerness.

You lay half-naked on your couch for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. Frankie slumps against the back of the couch, shirt rumpled up, cock softening in the V of his hastily undone jeans. A silvery smear of cum on his cheek glistens until Frankie lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe it away, treating you to a gorgeous view of his stomach.

Once you have enough wherewithal to pull your panties back over you, sliding your skirt down to cover them, you hold your hands out for Frankie. He smiles, that quick, amazed one that both lights up your chest and gives you a pang of heartache. One day you think he’ll realize he deserves all of the love you give him.

Frankie crawls down your body, snuggling down beside you and resting his head on your chest. One heavy arm drapes over your stomach, fingers lacing with yours. He slots his thigh between your legs, and with your free hand you stroke at his fluffy curls. Post-orgasmic bliss was dragging your eyelids closed, and you could feel Frankie’s breathing evening out against your collarbone.

“Thank you,” you murmur into the top of his head, pressing a kiss there. He sighs, and in it is all of the comfort and satisfaction he feels in your arms.

“For the sex or the song?” he slurs against your skin. You huff out a laugh that makes him smile into your skin.

“For being everything,” you answer. His fingers tightening in yours speak louder than anything he could possibly say.

The pernil is delicious, and needed with both of your ravenous appetites. You thank Frankie, loudly and enthusiastically, as he blushes at your unabashed happiness. Conversation turns where it often does - work, plans, what you want to do this weekend - but towards the end of the meal Frankie just reaches over and takes your hand. It’s nothing new, but the way he holds it so tenderly makes your whole body feel full to bursting. You meet eyes, share smiles, and in Frankie’s brown ones you see all those future days perfectly promised.

END

The story continues in Frankie Finds Your Fanfic

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Only Angel | JJ Maybank x f!reader *NSFW

A/N: I'm going to horny jail for this one. Instead of finishing ch.5 I wrote this. Idek what is this but if I think too much abt it I'll end up deleting it. Also this is the first time I post smut in here so bear with me pls. I don't even remember writing smut before. Have I? Most likely not. I hope it's not that bad. Obviously the name is a reference to Harry's song. Honestly I didn't know how to call this but the lyrics to it popped in my head and I had already used the pet name in the text so I said yeah, it fits. N e wayys, until next time. It's college finals szn yeiii *dies*

JJ Maybank x f! reader (Aged up) 18+ (minors pls don't read this).

unprotected sex, overstimulation, Sub!JJ., not much plot (sorry lol)

words: +1.0K

It had been a while since you and JJ had been alone and you were needy. It was usual for you to search being near him, touch him somehow, hold his hand, hug him, play with his hair. Physical touch was major in your relationship and he gladly welcomed it because he loved it too, he was the same, he loved feeling you close. He knew how long it had taken you to get comfortable with it, and he had been so patient with you. Still, sometimes when you felt too much you got shy.

You needed more right now and JJ hadn’t caught up to it yet. Your friends decided to go hang out and you stood behind, saying you didn’t feel very well. Your boyfriend then said he’ll stay behind to look after you but after you told him it was okay, he reluctantly went with them. 

As soon as they left, you made your way to the guest room at the château, basically JJ’s room. You took your shorts off and went to lay in his bed. Pulling your panties to the side, you started to touch yourself. You were almost embarrassed by how wet you were. Small pants and whimpers fell from your parted lips as you rubbed circles on your clit. You then slid one finger in, moaning a little louder. You fucked yourself with your fingers at a steady pace, loosening up eventually, letting your sounds grow louder knowing you were alone. You were almost crying out, feeling so good but at the same time nothing like JJ could make you feel. 

But then you heard the front door shut. You gasped in surprise, trying to collect yourself as you heard steps approaching. Maybe JJ or one of the others had left something behind. You threw the bedsheets over you, hastily covering yourself up just before the bedroom’s door opened. You heard him before you could see him. You didn’t want to look at him in the state you were in either, it wouldn't help you.

“So, the others said I should’ve stayed back with you because I wasn’t even paying attention to them.” He said, sheepishly. “You okay?” His tone suddenly changed. You felt the bed sink beside you as he sat down, and felt a hand on your forehead. You gasped. “You’re burning. Angel, look at me, how do you feel?”

“I’m fine, JJ, really you should’ve stayed with the others.” He stood up, already moving to help. 

“No. Aren’t you hot under these?” He said and barely gave you time to protest as he yanked the blanket away. He faltered, when he saw what was really going on. “Oh.” Well, you really were hot after all. He stared at you sitting in his bed, wearing one of his shirts, the growing wet patch in your panties and felt himself grow hard in his pants. You were going to kill him. You covered your face, flustered without measure. 

But he quickly sat down beside you again against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. You couldn’t hold back the whimper you let out as you felt him against your core and he practically swallowed it as he kissed you. It started sweet, but you quickly grew impatient and intensified the kiss. 

His moans filled your ears when you started to roll your hips. “I need you, J.”  you panted between kisses. 

“I’m right here.” 

He helped you strip him out of his clothes, taking your shirt off too. His hands immediately cupping your sensitive tits. You just wanted him inside of you, so pulling your ruined panties to the side, you aligned him to your entrance and started sinking down on him. 

“Oh, fuck.” he started cursing, looking down to where you two joined, his hands restless roaming every part of your body. You both moaned loudly when he bottomed out, staying still for a moment while you adjusted to his size before bouncing on top of him. 

The room filled with your moans, your cries and pants, the wet sounds and skin to skin contact as you picked up your pace, hanging on to his shoulders for support. You felt him tense under you, twitching inside of you and when you clenched around him, he spilled inside of you. You slowed down as your legs trembled, rolling your hips as you came hard around him. Burying your face in his neck, you kiss and bit his soft skin, getting more pretty sounds from him. 

“Y/N,” he hissed, feeling your walls flutter against him which made his eyes roll back. You were distracting him while you started to move again, ignoring how sensitive you both felt. Because it felt too good to finally get what you wanted, so you were far from over. He didn’t try to stop you because he knew better than that, but his grip on your hips tightened, probably bruising the skin. You couldn’t get yourself to feel bad, using him, lost in your own pleasure as you buried yourself in him again and again. Soon enough he was cumming for a second time, too overwhelmed with how tight you felt around him, a few stray tears staining his cheeks, same as you. 

“It's too much.” He managed to let out as you kept fucking his cum into you. 

“Just a little more.” Were all the words you could muster as you could barely formulate any other thought, too fucked out. You snaked one hand between your bodies to rub circles on your clit and a moment later you too came, screaming his name as you squirted all over him. You stood there hanging onto each other as you came down from your high, both hissing as you pulled him out of you and feeling both of your releases spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs onto him and onto the bed. You felt your cheeks get warmer as you realized the mess you had made. He kissed you sweetly, you tangling your fingers in his hair, knowing how much he liked it.

“That was,” he paused, lacking for words, catching his breath.

“Yeah.” you added, chuckling. You looked over his fucked out state. He looked so damn good. And you were the one who got him like that. “I love you, J.”