#like it just sucks how he had to pass like that

[sincerelyneo]

i wanna be yours | p.js

“secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought”

💿now playing: i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

❯ summary: Jisung has known for years that his best friend, Chenle’s, sister is his. So there’s no way he’s going to sit back and watch another man touch you—especially not now, when he’s already had a taste of you.

❯ pairings: jisung x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, brother’s best friend

❯ words: 3.8k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don’t do this), dirty talk, fingering, manhandling, jealousy, slightly toxic, praise, squirting, creampies, jisung has something to prove, arguing, older reader, jisung just being jealous and obsessive for almost 4k words

an: first post of 2025 and it’s an idea that i started writing on the bus lol. (also i’m a firm believer of the jisung is very possessive and clingy agenda)

Jisung could sit here and lie, say that the only reason he’s white-knuckling his fist right now is because he’s protective of you. He could lie and say that he’s just worried about the guy who’s currently got his arm around your waist because you’re his best friend’s sister. He could lie and say he’s just concerned—but he’s not.

He’s jealous.

So fucking jealous.

But he has no right to be. You’re Chenle’s older sister. You can handle yourself—you’ve told him that plenty of times, mocking him with that stupid fucking ‘Jisungie’ nickname you used to call him when you were all just kids.

And still, he watches the way you laugh at something the guy says, your head tilting back just enough to make his chest burn. He knows that laugh. He’s heard it a thousand times before, he loves it, but tonight, it feels different—feels wrong. Your laugh is not meant for this guy. It’s not meant for anyone else but him for that matter. 

Jisung knows he should look away before it becomes too obvious—obvious that he likes you, obvious that he's jealous, obvious that he can’t get you out of his head. But that’s hard to do when just ten minutes ago he had you pressed up against the wall of your childhood room—the same wall you share with Chenle—his cock pounding into you from behind without mercy, and you’d let him. Loved it.

How can he stay composed when that asshole has his hand on his girl’s—Chenle’s sister’s—waist? Jisung jolts as he hears his teeth grind together—fuck, was that his jaw clenching? Safe to say he’s passed subtlety. 

He sucks in a breath. This is Chenle’s birthday party, stop thinking about his sister you idiot. 

Actually, fuck that. 

Because why is that stranger’s hand moving up your thigh so easily? Why does your breath hitch when he leans in closer? Call him toxic; he doesn’t care. But Jisung wishes he hadn’t let you put your panties back on, so that asshole could see—no, feel—his cum dripping out of you as his hand traces your thigh right now.

He scoffs and nurses his drink. Keep calm, it’s Chenle’s birthday. 

Speak of the devil—almost on cue, Jisung feels his best friend slap him on the shoulders with a shout. He glances over his shoulder to see Chenle, clearly drunk, and while he usually hates dealing with his wild, inebriated antics, he appreciates that his best friend is oblivious to the way Jisung is currently eyeing his older sister tonight.

He settles into the empty seat next to Jisung with a grunt. “Y/N forgot my cake. One job that girl had,” Chenle shakes his head, guzzling down the last of his beer before grabbing another and cracking it open.

“She was probably preoccupied,” Jisung shrugs, trying to dismiss any thought of you from his mind. He doesn’t exactly know the right way to tell his friend that his sister was too busy being preoccupied on his cock, and that’s why she forgot his birthday cake. 

Chenle scoffs, “She’s always preoccupied. Look at her,” he gestures toward you. “I think I heard her with that guy earlier. Traumatizing.” He visibly shakes and squeezes his eyes shut.

“It wasn’t him,” Jisung growls.

Chenle swats his hand in the air, already halfway through that new beer bottle. “Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t matter who it was, still traumatizing.”

Jisung nods and purses his lips. But to him, it does matter because it was him. Him who made you pant so desperately, him who filled you so completely that your legs wobbled, and he had to hold you steady, his fingertips imprinted into your hips. Him who made you cum. Him. Always him. And right now, he wanted to make sure that it was only him. 

The sound of Chenle snoring in the seat next to him pulls Jisung from his thoughts and back to where he feels most at home—you. He swears he could find you in seconds; you’re like a magnet, an obsession in his mind. You’re all he can think about, all he’s ever been able to think about, and now that he’s had you, he’s never you letting go. Call him a maniac.

With Chenle undoubtedly crashed out, his eyes find you and the sight of you leaning in closer to that guy, lips almost touching, ignites a fire in him. He sees red—hot, undeniable crimson. Without a thought, he storms over. That’s not true, he’s been thinking about it for the past twenty minutes. 

“Y/N!” he calls out, but not to get your attention, to stop your lips connecting with that asshole, who Jisung is certain he’d be able to take in a fight. 

You turn, surprise flickering in those pretty eyes he loves, and that’s all it takes for Jisung to reach you. He steps between you and the guy, his chest heaving, anger palpable. Without giving you a moment to process, his rough hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you back to your childhood bedroom.

Your own wave of crimson flushes over your body as the pink walls come into view and the lock you’d begged your parents for during puberty clicks into place. Jisung had been in your room countless times as kids, when you dressed him and Chenle up like dolls or begged them to play board games. But now, knowing he had you in a pathetic, desperate moaning mess not long ago and gave you the best sex of your life in this very room, it feels different.

He feels different. 

Nostrils flared, fists clenched, and muscles taut. This was not the Jisungie you once made friendship bracelets with or taught to roller skate. No, this was just Jisung—grown up, exuding a raw, masculine energy that was both captivating and intimidating. Sexy even. Perhaps that’s why you got distracted when he came over early to set up for Chenle’s birthday.

You shouldn’t have gotten distracted, or indulged, no matter how hot he’d gotten over the summer. He was still, and always would be, your little brother’s best friend. 

Snap out of it, Y/N. 

“Jisung, what do you think you’re doing?” You snap at him and back to reality. 

His eyes narrow, drawn into a sharp expression that shouldn’t make your thighs weak, but it does. “What am I doing? What are you doing, Y/N?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about—”

“That guy, Y/N.” He spits your name, a low growl that tightens your chest, “You’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m just going to stand by while you flirt with some guy.”

You scoff, unable to deny it. Yes, you had been flirting with that guy, but honestly, it was just a distraction to take your mind off the fact that you’d just let your brother’s childhood friend fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

“You’re being ridiculous," you retort, crossing your arms defiantly. “You have no right to act like this.”

His nostrils flare again, and he steps closer, invading your space. You instinctively take a step back—because this is how it happened last time, his stupid muscular body and obnoxious height inching towards you (minus the argument.)

"Ridiculous? You think it’s ridiculous that I care? That I don’t want to see you with someone like him?"

“Someone like him? You don’t know anything about him.”

Jisung tongues the inside of his cheek, inhaling sharply before muttering, “He had his hands all over you in the middle of a kitchen. Pretty sure that makes him an automatic asshole.”

You can feel your heart racing, but you refuse to back down. "You’re getting jealous over one guy after we—after a one-time thing, Jisung. It’s so childish!"

The moment that singular word leaves your mouth, you see a shift in his expression. His eyes darken, and there’s a flicker of something raw and primal lingering in his irises. Desire, maybe lust, but definitely determination.

Without a word, Jisung moves toward you in a blur of motion, his hand snapping out to grip your wrist, yanking you back before you even have time to react. You stumble, your back slamming against the door with a harsh thud. Thank God, there’s a party downstairs because you’re certain the impact was savage enough to be heard if not for the music.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he cages you in, his body pressing against yours, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breath. His hands bracket your face, fingers digging into the wood behind you, holding you there, trapped beneath his gaze, trapped beneath his body. 

"Childish, huh?" His voice drops an octave, and you can feel the heat, the anger, the hunger, radiating off him. "I’ll show you childish."

It’s a threat, a rise to your challenge, and said with an edge that makes your stomach flutter—against your will.

You meet his eyes, refusing to show any fear, though your heart races in your chest. “What, you think you can intimidate me?”

A corner of his mouth curls up in a half-smirk. "I know I can do a lot more than that."

Before you can respond, his face closes the distance between you, lips crashing against yours in a kiss that feels like a challenge—not the passion he offered earlier, just pure desperation and need. His hands grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, his body pressing harder against yours like he can’t get close enough. 

You can’t tell if it’s anger or the desperate need to prove something that drives him, but the way his touch grows possessive leaves no room for argument. You don’t want to argue though, not when his other hand trails down your thigh, hiking up your dress, and one calloused finger slips beneath the black lace of your panties to find your swollen, aching clit.

You draw in a shallow breath, one that only fuels his cocky grin as he nuzzles into your neck, his warm breath skimming along the delicate curve of your nape before trailing to your ear. His finger continues to rub slow, so painfully slow, circles into your clit.

“Was I childish when I finger fucked you to orgasm with Chenle just next door? Was I childish when I pounded this pretty pussy into your pillows? Or was I childish when—”

“J-Jisungie,” you gasp, voice trembling with need, cutting him off. But who could blame you? The slow, deliberate motion of his fingers, paired with the weight of his words, had you aching for more—more of him, more of this, anything with friction. 

His blunt nails dig into the tender flesh of your thigh, possessive and unyielding, as his lips skim the sensitive spot where your neck meets your collarbone. A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your skin. 

“Don’t call me that,” he mutters, rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m not a fucking kid.”

You let out a soft whimper of submission, your legs trembling as he edges them apart, giving himself better access to the spot you need him most—the spot he knows you need him most.

“Is that what this is about?” you manage to ask, though your voice is shaky, breathless.

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he nuzzles deeper into the curve of your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. He doesn’t need to respond because his fingers do it for him, their pace quickening against your sensitive nerves.

You can’t believe this is happening—again. Chenle would kill you both if he found out, but the thought isn’t enough to stop you. Your hips buck instinctively, meeting the rhythm of his long, slender fingers as they work relentlessly to coax an orgasm out of you.

“Ji–We can’t do this,” you whisper, though the words come out weak, entirely unconvincing.

His lips pause against your neck, but his fingers don’t. If anything, they press harder, toying against your clit, drawing a choked moan from your lips as he hovers just close enough for you to feel his breath.

“Oh, so we can’t do this,” there’s venom in his voice, as his finger sinks lower until it’s circling your entrance, “but you were ready to let that asshole do this to you in the kitchen.”

Your breath catches in your throat, a mix of shame and defiance flaring within you. “It’s not the same.”

“Exactly,” he growls, his fingers curling inside you in a way that makes your knees buckle. “It’s not the same, because he’ll never touch you the way I do. He’ll never make you feel the way I do, never get the fucking chance.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he cuts you off, his free hand gripping your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes are dark, intense, and filled with something lust. 

“Tell me to stop,” he challenges, lips brushing dangerously close to yours. He doesn’t kiss you, but nips at the bottom of your plush lip. “Tell me you don’t want this, Y/N, and I’ll stop.”

You try to form the words, to muster any resistance, but they melt into a moan as his fingers press against that spot deep inside you, leaving your legs trembling. It’s almost sick, really—how well he knows your body, as if he’s memorized every reaction, every weak spot. Like he’s studied the blueprint of you, mastered it, and has no intention of ever letting anyone else have access to it.

“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, his smirk sharp and sinister. His lips finally crash against yours, stealing what little resolve you had left.

His kiss is hungry, consuming, as if he’s trying to prove a point with every press of his mouth, clash of teeth, and every curl of his fingers. And the worst part is, he’s right—you do want this. You want him.

“Say it,” he demands against your lips. “Say you want me.”

Your hands clutch desperately at his shoulders, body arching into him as his touch overwhelms you. The fight leaves you entirely, your resistance crumbling to dust. “I want you,” you confess, the words spilling from your lips before you can even think to stop them.

He grins against your mouth. “Good, because you’re mine.”

And he’s going to make damn sure you know it. He’s going to make sure everyone knows it—especially that fucking asshole who touched you. You’re his. 

Jisung finds the length of your neck again, his skilled fingers continuing their work on your pussy. He knows you’re close, knows exactly how to draw this out of you until you’re cumming, all while he’s branding your skin with purple bruises across your neck. Call it an ego thing, but knowing some part of him will be etched onto your skin has his cock throbbing, his bulge swelling in his jeans just from the thought of you belonging to him—even if it’s only temporary. Jisung doesn’t care. He’ll keep doing this until it’s permanent, until your mind finally catches up, and you realize you belong to him, just as much as he belongs to you.

“For someone who was so insistent that we can’t do this, you have no problem making a mess on my fingers, noona,” he coos, his whispers brushing against your skin. “I can hear how wet you are, all for me, yeah?”

He’s a cocky fucker, and he knows it.

“Ji—please,” you whine, your body moving in sync with his, desperate to push yourself over the edge. Jisung laughs, the vibration of it shooting through you straight to your core. His fingertips dig into your pelvis, halting your movements because he’s the one in control. He’s the one with something to prove.

“You wanna cum, noona?” he asks, almost mockingly. “Want me to make you cum?”

You nod eagerly, desperation etched across your features. Yes, you want it—no orgasm could ever compare to the one you know he can give you.

Jisung pulls away from your neck, his pupils blown wide as he admires the art painted across your skin—his mark. He’s never been one for art, never understood what people meant by seeing a message in a painting, but as his fingers trace the deep red imprints of his mouth, he understands exactly what this piece of skin says: mine.

His fingers plunge deeper inside your cunt, the steady rhythm driving you wild. He curls them just right, his touch grazing that rough patch inside you that makes you gasp, your breath catching and lips parting. 

He smirks, his eyes never leaving yours as he mouths words of praise and instructions. At least, you think he’s mouthing them—your mind is fogged, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure crashing over you, the only sound you can focus on is the buzzing of your orgasm, your cries and the way his name spills from your lips in a frantic, desperate whisper.

"Such a good fucking girl," he murmurs when your high starts to fade, voice low with approval. "My good fucking girl."

Maybe it’s the post-climax haze, your mind still swimming in fog, but your arms find their way around Jisung’s neck, pulling him down to crash your lips against his. He’s caught off guard, just as much as you are—you're not one to initiate, and he hadn’t expected more. He’d already made his point clear: he knows your body, he knows how to make you feel good, how to make you cum.

But here you are, nipping at his lip, devouring his mouth with a hunger that catches you both by suprise. And when you whisper a soft, "Fuck me again, please, Jisung," he's done for.

"My girl is so impatient and greedy, huh?" He tsks, but it's more to regain his composure than anything. He’d almost cum in his pants at the sight of you begging him to fuck you, like some horny teenager. But his determination to prove he’s not the boy you grew up with keeps him grounded.

He hoists you up effortlessly, his hands gripping the underside of your ass as your legs instinctively wrap around his body. With ease, he carries you to the bed, dropping you onto it with a predatory gleam in his eyes. As he climbs over you, his gaze darkens with hunger, every movement clear, saying one thing: he's going to devour you.

"Such a dirty girl, letting your brother’s friend fuck you twice in one night," he teases, his hands slowly working to peel the dress from your body. When he sees you’ve been wearing no bra underneath, your nipples fully exposed and standing at attention instantly, a low curse slips from his lips. 

He could admire your body for hours—he hadn’t had the chance to earlier because the stakes felt higher then. But for you, the moment is urgent. You need him—all of him—inside you, now. Maybe that’s why you decide to taunt him.

“I can always get someone else to do it if you don’t want to.”

“Watch it,” he warns, as his grip tightens on you. His eyes darken with possessiveness, a wave of jealousy flickering in his eyes. The thought of someone else touching you like this, even as a joke, triggers something primal inside him.

Without another word, Jisung sheds his own clothes, hands moving to your thighs, spreading them apart with a firm, controlled movement. His breath hitches as he stares down at you, so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect, so fucking his.

“Made to take my cock,” he mutters, giving you a moment to adjust. You nod softly, the sensation of him filling every part of you dulling every lingering ache. 

He circles the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you as payback for that little comment, before slowly sinking into you, inch by inch. Your eyes roll back at the delicious stretch, your body yielding to him as he fits into you so perfectly. So big, so deep, so yours.

It isn’t until he’s buried deep inside you, balls against your skin, that a groan escapes both of you.

He doesn't hold back, his groans raw and needy. He wants you to hear him—hear how good you make him feel, how desperate he's been for you, for this, how much he’s craved you for years. Every sound, every groan, he wants it etched in your memory. He wants you to remember him when you think about any other man—your first boyfriend, or the guy who took you to prom, and especially the flings you had on spring break.

He wants to be the only man who makes you come apart. The only one you grip with those pretty nails, scraping his back as if marking him, your own little claim to match his purple marks. 

Jisung has always had a soft spot for you, but the way he fucks is anything but soft. This is desperate, driven, a reminder that only he can make you feel this way—only he will. His thrusts are hard, dominating, consuming, each one a claim, marking you as his in the most primal way and you love it.

He knows you love it—the way your pussy clenches around him, fluttering rhythmically, milking his own orgasm from him with every squeeze. Sloppy, deep, and abrupt, his resolve twists tighter inside his stomach. His grip on your hips tightens and he drives into you with relentless, unyielding force, chasing his high. 

He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “My pretty girl,” he growls. “Only mine.”

You can barely respond, the pleasure building so intensely that all you can do is cling to him, your fingernails digging into his pale skin, feeling every part of him take control. Each thrust pushes you closer to an edge you’ve never felt before, your stomach coiling tightly, a delicious tension threatening to snap.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice low and filled with heat, his pace never slowing. “Say you’re mine.”

Your breath hitches, body trembling as the tension in your core reaches its peak. “Yours,” you whisper, but it’s enough to make him groan in satisfaction.

Suddenly, the world around you blurs as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your body responds, the waves crashing over you as your eyes roll. A choked cry escapes, and a rush of wetness unlike anything you’ve felt before floods your body. 

Your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, but Jisung doesn’t let you hide. He watches you, eyes dark,  filled with awe and pride, as he takes in the fact that he’s the one who’s just made you squirt.

“How’s that for childish?” he murmurs with a smirk, the words dripping with possessiveness.

And with one final thrust, he drives into you, his body shuddering as he reaches his own release, spilling inside of you.

“Oh, and by the way,” he murmurs breathlessly, lips brushing against your ear, “there’s no way this is just a one-time thing, Y/N.”

[rafesheaven]

stopping at the hospital to bring your dad something to eat for dinner and seeing his best friend doctor rafe and when you're walking down the hallway someone suddenly takes your hand to pulls you into the empty room 🤭 you turn around to see rafe and when you ask him why did he do that he just shrugs, smirking down at you as he takes your face between his big hands to whisper "maybe i'm just hungry too?" before he goes down on you like a starved man <3

warnings — dbf!doctor!rafe, age gap (rafe is 35, reader is early 20s), sneaking around, public sex, oral (f. receiving), praising

more of my doctor!rafe au found here !

“hey sweetie, what are you doing here?” your dad greeted when he noticed you. “figured i’d bring you some dinner since you’re working the overnight shift tonight,” you gestured to the tupperware in your hands. “you didn’t have to do that,” he chuckled, “i know, but i wanted to, besides, i know how crazy the hospital gets during this time of the year,” you shrugged.

“yeah, the holidays tend to do that or make people do crazy things,” he snorted, carefully taking the tupperware and tucking it under his arm. your ears perked at a familiar voice, and your eyes landed upon rafe, your dad's best friend, who was already looking in your direction while talking to one of the nurses. rafe had that same signature smirk on his face, shooting you a playful wink, and chuckling to himself when you quickly averted your attention back to your father calling you, "honey?"

"sorry dad, what were you saying?" you mumbled, hearing him sigh at the sound of his pager going off, “it's okay, honey. i was just saying that i have to go, but thank you for bringing dinner.” you smiled softly, nodding as he planted a kiss on your forehead, “i’ll see you at home, alright?”

after he rounded the corner, you looked back to find that rafe was nowhere to be found before you started heading down the hallway to get to the elevator. just as you were about to pass one of the supply closets, a hand reached out, encircling your wrist and yanking you into the small, confined room.

"what the hell—" you spun around, crashing right into rafe's broad chest. "rafe? why did you drag me in here?" you questioned. the older man shrugged, smirking down at you as he cupped your face in his large hands, "thought you'd be happy to see me, babydoll."

"i am, but what if someone saw you dragging me in here?," you argued. "you worry too much, you know that?" rafe chuckled, earning a playful smack to the chest, "yeah, for good reasons."

“you need to stop worrying so much, it’s not good for your pretty little head,” his thumbs caressed your cheeks. he gently pulled your face closer as he dips his head down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. you melted like putty in his hands, your hands grabbed at his scrub top, balling it into your fists to pull him closer.

“see? isn’t that better?” rafe hummed, kissing along your jaw to your neck. “a little, still doesn’t explain why you dragged me in here,” you pointed out, moaning softly when he nipped at your flesh. "maybe i'm just hungry too," he muttered against your skin. "what—" you watched as he lowered himself to his knees, his hands pushing your skirt, causing it to hike around your waist.

“fuck, haven’t even touched you and you’re already soaking through this little thing,” he groaned, his fingers hooking into your panties, tugging it down till it pooled around your ankles. he helped you step out of them before pocketing them into his scrub pants, “gonna need something to help me get through the rest of this shift.”

you lean your back against the shelves in the closet as he nudged your thighs further apart. “fuckin’ missed this sweet little pussy,” rafe groaned, his tongue running through your slick folds to your puffy clit.

"oh—" you hiccuped, his tongue circling your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, making you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. you looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, and saw he was already looking up at you. his nails dug into the skin of your hips, pulling you closer as the tip of his tongue flicked at your clit, moving to prod at your entrance.

you forgot how good he was at this, but he's never failed to make you cum from his tongue alone. small, desperate pants slip from your lips as he ate you out like you were his last meal.

"missed tasting you on my tongue, babydoll. taste as sweet as you look," rafe moaned against your cunt, his tongue delved into your cunt. "fuck, rafe," you whined, his nose grinding against your poor clit as your rut your hips, grinding against his mouth desperately.

your legs started to tremble as you felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. "oh fuck...'m gonna cum," you whimpered pathetically, your hand clutching the back of his head. "c'mon, babydoll, just let go," he groaned, sucking your sensitive bud back into his mouth harshly,

you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth as a cry erupted from your throat, pure bliss washing over you. rafe watched in awe, taking in your pleasure-ridden face, his tongue lapping at your release before pulling away to kiss along your inner thighs. he slowly stood up, helping you fix your skirt, "did so good, baby," he peppered your face with kisses.

"c'mon, let's get out of here before we actually do get caught," he whispered, carefully opening the door and peeking his head out to ensure no one was looking. you carefully stepped out behind him, "thanks for dinner, sweetness.”

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[viagracex]

okay here me out on this - you’re a youtuber and tiktoker who’s friends with the boys and always had a little crush on george, and he you, but you’re both cowards. it’s valentine’s day coming up and all the other boys have dates/are away and so are your girl friends so you say to george hey let’s do a friend v day like valentine’s day or smthn because he’s sad he doesn’t have a gf, he comes to your flat, you cook, watch rom coms, drink a lot of wine and you play games but you accidentally play a couples game 😉😉😉😉 and you end up doing the deed and in the end both agree to go on an ACTUAL valentines date the next day hehehehehe

A Valentine's Between Friends

george clarke x fem!reader

summary: a friendly valentine's evening leads to anything but…

warnings: sexual content, smut (MDNI)

3.4k words (may have got a bit carried away)

note: Anon, thank you so much for the request. It's my first time writing smut so I hope you like it, sorry if it's awkward and cringy. If it sucks let me know and would love to get more requests.

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It was the sort of cold February evening that made you want to curl up with a blanket, a glass of wine, and pretend the world outside didn’t exist. The sort of evening that made you consider just not getting out of bed at all. Except for the fact that your phone was pinging with messages from the boys.

You groaned into your pillow, staring at the screen.

Chris had a date with someone he met on one of his spontaneous trips. Arthur was spending Valentine’s Day with a new girlfriend who he met through TikTok. Even your best friend was off on a family holiday. leaving you all alone.

You could already feel that aching hole in your chest. Valentine’s Day, of all days, was particularly terrible when you were single. The entire world seemed to be a constant reminder of the relationships you didn’t have. Of the fact that your phone was always empty, save for messages from your mates.

But then, there was George.

You had always had a soft spot for him. It started back when you all met, years ago, the banter, the cheeky comments, the laughs, the way he made you feel like you were always in on some secret joke. And now, well... now, it was just confusing. It had become a game of will-they-won’t-they. Neither of you ever crossed the line—too much fear of what might happen if you did. But god, how you both danced around it.

You hated the idea of spending Valentine’s Day alone, and so did he. So why not just make it a thing? A friend Valentine’s Day—no expectations, no awkwardness. You’d keep it chill.

You shot him a quick text.

“Wanna have an anti-Valentine's Day? I'll cook, we can drink wine, watch rom-coms and maybe play some games. Neither of us have plans, so why not? Let me know xx"

It didn’t take long before his reply came through.

"That sounds like exactly what I need. I’ll be over in an hour."

It was almost comically easy. But as the hour passed, you found yourself slightly nervous, unsure of what to expect. Was this just a chill night? Or was there something more lurking under the surface? You tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on getting everything ready.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, the sizzle of garlic in the pan mingling with the rich aroma of tomatoes—a simple, hearty meal to pair perfectly with the wine you’d bought. As you laid the table, each placement was a silent testament to the years of friendship that had intricately laced your lives together.

The sound of the doorbell jolted you from your thoughts. George stood there, hands buried deep in his pockets, his smile shy but genuine.

"Hey," he greeted, stepping into the warmth of your flat, the cold nipping at his heels. "This is a surprise. Smells like you've outdone yourself."

You chuckled, "Microwave meals are tragic on Valentine’s, even for friends."

He let out a laugh, sitting down at the table. "Fair enough. This looks pretty decent, actually. I’m impressed."

The evening unfolded with an ease that only true friendship could afford. Dinner was a merry affair, filled with laughter and nostalgic exchanges about past escapades with the boys. As the wine flowed, the barriers of mere friendship seemed to melt away, replaced by a tender connection that neither of you had dared to explore.

He grinned, taking off his jacket and hanging it up, glancing around your flat. "I’ve got to admit, this is a bit of a shocker. You’re actually being… domestic?"

"Well, thank you," you replied, smiling. "I even put some effort into it, just for you." You pulled the wine out of the fridge, uncorking it and pouring another glass for both of you.

The conversation flowed easily after that—easy banter, jokes about past video shoots, hilarious stories about the boys. But beneath the jokes, there was something soft lingering in the air. It was the unsaid, the little sparks you both danced around every time you spent time together.

As the evening wore on, the wine started to loosen your inhibitions. You moved to the couch, both of you nestled into the cushions, a blanket draped across your legs. The rom-com marathon began, and you both laughed at the ridiculous plot twists, snickered at the corny lines, but neither of you could ignore the growing tension between you.

"Should we play a game?" you asked, glancing at the coffee table where you had set out a box of games, most of them silly. "Something to pass the time? No pressure, I promise."

George gave you smile. "Yeah, I’m game. As long as it’s not too weird."

You grinned. "Oh, it’s not that weird. It’s just a couples game."

He raised an eyebrow. "Couples game? What, like Truth or Dare, but for couples?"

"Exactly," you replied with a laugh, though your heart was now beating in your throat. "But it’s mostly silly stuff. You know, harmless. Just a fun thing to do on Valentines."

You could see his hesitation, the subtle shift in his posture. "Alright. But I’m not kissing you, just so we’re clear."  He finished his sentence with a cheeky wink.

You snorted. "Who said anything about kissing?"

With a shake of his head, George grabbed the card deck, and you both started drawing cards one after another, each more ridiculous than the last. The questions were harmless, at first: "What's your partner's worst habit?" and "What's their favourite food?" The game seemed lighthearted enough. Until it wasn't.

George drew the next card, his fingers trembling slightly as he flipped it over. The room suddenly felt too warm, the air thick with unspoken tension. He cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he read the card aloud: "Describe your most vivid fantasy involving the person sitting across from you."

Your eyes widened, and you felt a jolt of electricity course through your body. The playful atmosphere evaporated in an instant, replaced by a crackling intensity that made your skin tingle. George's gaze met yours, his pupils dilating ever so slightly.

"We don't have to-" you started to say, but George cut you off with a subtle shake of his head. His voice low and husky. "No, it's okay. I want to answer."

"It's always the same dream," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "We're alone on a deserted beach at sunset. The sky is painted in shades of orange and pink, and the waves are gently lapping at our feet."

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

He continued, his voice growing more confident. "You're wearing that white sundress I love, the one that shows off your shoulders. Your hair is loose, blowing in the sea breeze. I reach out to brush a strand from your face, and suddenly we're so close I can feel your breath on my lips."

The room was dead silent now, and you’re hanging onto George's every word.

Your heart raced as George's words painted a vivid picture, one that mirrored your own secret fantasies. The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity.

"And then?" you whispered, barely trusting your voice.

George's eyes darkened. "Then I kiss you. Softly at first, but it quickly becomes more. My hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. You taste like salt and cherries."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, your skin tingling with each word.

"We fall back onto the sand," he continued, his voice low and intense. "The waves crash around us, but we don't care. All that matters is the feel of your skin against mine, the sound of your breath catching as I-"

George's voice trailed off, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air between you. The tension in the room was palpable, a living thing that seemed to pulse with each rapid beat of your heart. You realized you were holding your breath, your body leaning towards George unconsciously.

"As you what?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thundering of your pulse in your ears.

George swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. He looked almost pained, as if continuing would shatter some invisible barrier between fantasy and reality. But his eyes, dark and intense, never left yours.

"As I trace every curve of your body," he finally said, his voice rough with emotion. "As I worship you with my hands, my lips, my entire being. In that moment, you're my entire world."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, your skin erupting in goose bumps.

The silence that followed was deafening. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, feel the heat radiating from your flushed skin. George's confession hung in the air between you, electric and charged with possibility.

"I..." you began, but the words caught in your throat. How could you possibly respond to such a raw, intimate revelation?

George's eyes searched yours, a mix of vulnerability and desire swirling in their depths. "Your turn," he said softly, pushing the deck of cards towards you with trembling fingers.

Your hand hovered over the stack, suddenly aware of how this next card could change everything. With a deep breath, you flipped it over.

"If you could do anything right now, without consequences, what would it be?"

The question seemed to mock you, daring you to voice the thoughts that had been building since George began speaking. You looked up, meeting his gaze once more. The air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken tension.

"I..." you started again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I would make your fantasy a reality."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with implication. George's eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

Without breaking eye contact, you slowly rose from your seat. Your heart pounded as you crossed the short distance between you, each step feeling like an eternity. George's gaze followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and disbelief etched across his features.

As you reached him, you gently took the card from his hands, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Then, with a courage you didn't know you possessed, you lowered yourself onto his lap, your legs straddling his.

George's hands instinctively moved to your waist, steading you.

"We may not have a sunset, but..." Your voice trailed off as you brought your face closer to his, your lips mere inches apart. "We can make our own paradise right here."

George's breath hitched, his fingers tightening on your waist. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you hovered on the precipice of something monumental. Then, with a soft groan, George closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

It was everything you had imagined and more. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving against yours with a passion that made your head spin. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

George's hands roamed your back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. When you finally broke apart for air, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

"I've wanted this for so long," George murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His hands cupped your face gently, thumbs stroking your cheeks as if he couldn't quite believe you were real.

You leaned into his touch, your heart racing. "Me too," you whispered back, surprised by the intensity of your own feelings.

George's eyes searched yours, a mix of desire and vulnerability swirling in their depths. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in again, this time placing a soft, reverent kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. Each touch of his lips sent sparks through your body.

When he finally reclaimed your lips, the kiss was slower, deeper, filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. You melted into him, your bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper, as if the question was as much for him as it was for you.

You leaned in slightly, your breath mingling with his. "I’m sure," you murmured, before closing the distance between you with a kiss.

It started soft—tentative. But as the seconds stretched, it deepened, becoming more urgent. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth of his chest against yours, the rise and fall of his breath matching your own.

The world outside seemed to vanish. The only thing that mattered was the press of his lips against yours, the way his fingers traced the curve of your spine, sending sparks of electricity through your body. His touch was gentle at first, but as you shifted against him, something shifted in the air between you—a quiet hunger that neither of you could deny any longer.

"George," you whispered against his lips, a soft plea, and it was all it took. His hands moved to your face, cupping it as he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was losing himself to the moment.

You felt the intensity rise in him, in the way his hands wandered to the back of your neck, tugging gently, pulling you even closer. The taste of the wine mixed with the warmth of his mouth, and you could no longer tell where you ended and he began.

"Are you really sure?" he asked again, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes. I want this."

With that, the dam broke. His lips trailed down your jaw, your neck, leaving a fiery path behind. You shivered at the feeling, the electricity between you both undeniable. Each kiss, each touch, built the tension higher, and soon, it felt like the only thing you needed was him.

The wine seemed to fuel your courage as much as it fueled your desire, and soon you were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything but the way your bodies responded to each other. His hands roamed freely, each touch sending your pulse racing, while you met him with equal eagerness, your fingers tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

As things heated up, you both moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. George's eyes roamed over you appreciatively as you lay back on the bed. He joined you, his warm body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another passionate kiss. His hands explored your curves, teasing and caressing. You arched into his touch, wanting more.

George trailed kisses down your neck and chest, taking his time to savor every inch of you. When his mouth found your breast, you gasped in pleasure. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his hand kneaded your other breast. The dual sensations sent waves of arousal through you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, urging him lower. He obliged, kissing down your stomach until he settled between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue against your sensitive flesh had you moaning. He explored you thoroughly

George's lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your inner thighs. His warm breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver with anticipation. When his tongue finally made contact with your center, you gasped at the sensation. He started with slow, teasing licks before focusing his attention on your most sensitive spots.

As George's ministrations intensified, you felt waves of pleasure building inside you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as your hips rocked against his mouth. He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them in a come hither motion that had you seeing stars. Thel stimulation quickly pushed you over the edge into a powerful climax that left you breathless.

Before you could fully recover, George was kissing his way back up your body. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Your hands roamed over George's muscular back as he settled between your thighs. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, igniting a fresh wave of desire. George gazed into your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded, pulling him closer.

He entered you slowly, both of you gasping at the exquisite sensation of finally being joined. George stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then he began to move, setting a slow pace that had you arching beneath him.

Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, finding a rhythm that built the pleasure higher and higher. George's lips found yours in a searing kiss as he quickened his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle and causing you both to cry out.

The room filled with the sounds of your shared passion - soft moans, gasps of pleasure, skin sliding against skin. The walls seemed to disappear, as if they were the only two people in the world. George's hips moved faster, his thrusts deep and primal, as if he couldn't get enough of her. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, urging her on.

You met his gaze, your breath ragged and your chest heaving. "George... I... I'm..."

He kissed you again, hard and desperate, silencing your words as he drove himself deeper inside you. "I've got you," he murmured against your lips. "Let go."

That was all the encouragement you needed. With a sharp cry, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. The intensity of your climax sent shockwaves through your body, your inner muscles clenching around George rhythmically. He groaned at the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. With a few final deep thrusts, George let out a guttural moan as he found his peak, trembling above you.

You both lay there panting, bodies intertwined and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. George's weight on top of you felt comforting rather than stifling. Sliding out, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft with emotion. He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead tenderly before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

"That was..." he trailed off, seeming at a loss for words.

"Yeah," you agreed breathlessly. "It really was."

George rolled to the side, pulling you close against him. You nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. A comfortable silence fell between you as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

George's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, sending pleasant tingles through your body. You tilted your head up to look at him, taking in his tousled hair and flushed cheeks. His eyes met yours, filled with warmth and contentment.

You both lay there for a moment, just breathing, both aware of the shift that had happened—of the line you had just crossed, and the new, thrilling tension that hung in the air. Neither of you spoke for a long time, simply enjoying the quiet intimacy.

"Well," he said, voice thick, "that… wasn’t how I expected the night to go."

You chuckled softly, catching your breath. "Yeah, me neither. But…"

"But?" he prompted, his eyes locking with yours, intense and filled with something new.

"But, maybe we should just go with it?"

He smiled at you, his lips curving mischievously. But when George finally broke the brief silence, it was with a soft chuckle.

"So… tomorrow," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "I guess we're going on that Valentine's date after all."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. "I guess we are," you replied with a smile, lifting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft and full of a warmth that made your heart flutter. As his eyes met yours, you knew that everything had changed.

Outside, the night continued on, unaware of the transformation happening within the walls of your flat. But inside, on this unexpected Valentine's Day, you found yourself celebrating not just the day itself, but the beginning of something new and exciting. As you snuggled closer to him, your head finding its now familiar spot on his shoulder, you both agreed to take a leap into the unknown together. This was more than just a date on the calendar - it was a promise for the future.

Valentine's Day was no longer a dreaded reminder of what you lacked, but a joyous celebration of what could be.

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Quite the Morning

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Nick Fowler x curvy!female Reader, soft!dark Ari Levinson x curvy!female Reader Word Count: 1.6k Summary: You wake up to quite the unexpected the next morning.

Content Warnings: modern AU; explicit smut: cockwarming, threesome, oral (male receiving), vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, clit play, cum shot/pearl necklace, cum play; dirty talk; crude language; slight degradation; slight objectificaton; implied somnophilia; fucking without feelings; taking and sharing intimate pictures; porn with almost no plot; brother's best friend

Author Notes: There is very nearly zero plot in this AU. It's really just porn with light connections to the other parts. This is the seventh offering for my Birthday Jubilee.

Additional Note: My dearest, loveliest, sluttiest Eva... You left this in my askbox in August of 2023. I knew the moment I saw it that it was for Ari. When I started this little potential idea with Ari last summer, I was fairly convinced it would be this Ari. So even though it took me ages to deliver, here he is - hopefully aged like fine wine.

Previous Encounter | The Lake House Encounters

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It wasn’t the cock you’ve been warming in your cunt that woke you up in the morning but the cock that tapped against your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered open, confusion quickly turning to shock as you realized what was happening.

Ari loomed over you, his muscular form silhouetted in the early morning light filtering through the curtains. His hand was wrapped around his shaft, guiding the tip of his cock to brush against your cheek.

"Looks like you two had fun without me," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

You froze, suddenly acutely aware of Nick's arm draped over your waist, his soft breath on your neck. The evidence of your night together was unmistakable - the musky scent of sex still lingered in the air, and you could feel the sticky remnants of your activities between your thighs.

And, of course, Nick’s long cock still speared inside you from the round he put you through only a couple of hours ago in the bleak pre-dawn. The third - or was it the fourth? - round of the night.

"Ari, I..." you started, but he cut you off with a sharp tut of his mouth.

"Save it," he said. "Look how you’ve got me.”

He fisted his hard cock for you, inches from your face eyes locked on yours. Your breathing was unsteady, but your hand reached up to span delicately over his stomach, fingers skimmed over the coarse hair, then landed on his hip.

“Like what you see?” he taunted, a smirk on his handsome face.

You blinked up at him and nodded, still a little groggy from the night's activities, but your body responded instinctively as he tapped his thick member against your cheek again. Your lips parted, and Ari took advantage, sliding the head of his cock into your mouth. The taste of him, musky and masculine, flooded your senses.

“Yeah, I know you’re desperate for this cock, aren’t you, honey? Especially since I didn’t give it to you night before last.”

Ari groaned softly as you begin to suck, your tongue swirling around his length. His hand slipped gently beneath your head, guiding your movements.

Behind you, Nick stirred, his arm tightening around your waist. You felt him stiffen as he registered Ari's presence, but he didn't pull away.

"Well," Nick murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Looks like we might have quite a morning ahead of us?"

Ari's eyes locked with Nick's over your head. There was a moment of tension, a silent communication passing between them. Then, almost imperceptibly, Ari nodded.

Nick's hand slid down your body, cupping your ass and pulling you tighter against him. His cock, still buried inside you, began to harden again. You moaned around Ari's length, the vibrations making him groan in response.

"That's it," Ari encouraged, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Take it all."

Nick began to move, shallow thrusts that made you whimper around Ari's cock. Your body was caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Ari's thick length filled your mouth while Nick's cock stretched you from behind.

"Such a greedy little slut," Ari murmured, his voice a mix of lust and something darker. "You were made to take more than one of us, weren’t you?"

You moaned in response, unable to form words with your mouth full. The sound seemed to spur both men on. Nick's thrusts became deeper, more forceful, while Ari began to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your hands gripped Ari's thighs, trying to steady yourself as you were rocked between the two men. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, muffled moans, and heavy breathing.

Nick's hand slipped around to your front, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation made you cry out around Ari's cock, your body trembling between them.

"Just like that," Nick murmured in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "Not such a sweet little thing after all, just a horny and willing and plump set of holes for your brother’s best friends."

Ari's grip on your hair tightened as he pushed deeper into your mouth. You relaxed your throat, taking him as far as you could. His low groan of pleasure sent a thrill through you.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Ari growled, his hips jerking slightly.

The dual sensations of being filled from both ends, combined with Nick's skilled fingers on your clit, quickly pushed you towards the edge. Your muffled moans grew more desperate as the tension built inside you.

Nick sensed your approaching climax and increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into you with renewed vigor. His fingers worked your clit relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Take it," he growled in your ear. "Come for us."

Your body tensed, trembling on the precipice of release. Ari's cock muffled your cries as the orgasm crashed over you, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around Nick's length. Waves of pleasure coursed through you, leaving you shaking and weak between the two men.

Ari pulled out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax. He stroked himself, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you come undone.

And then he hissed as he came, shooting his load over your face, a second spurt down your neck, and the rest over your chest.

As Ari's warm seed splattered across your face and chest, Nick's thrusts became more erratic. His fingers dug into your hips as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing as all three of you came down from your respective highs. Ari's cum cooled on your skin as Nick's cock softened inside you, and you lay there feeling thoroughly used and utterly satisfied.

Slowly, Ari stepped back, his eyes roaming over your cum-covered face and heaving chest. A satisfied smirk played on his lips. "Now that's a sight," he murmured.

Nick carefully withdrew from you, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness. You could feel a mix of your juices and his cum trickling out of you. He went to stand by Ari, and smirked at the sight.

Their intense looks as they surveyed you like this had your core heating - not for another immediate liaison, but like magma, deep, heated, dangerous.

Ari bent down and rummaged in his sweats, standing back up with his phone in his hand.

“Mmm, yes,” Nick said. “Spread your legs for us,” he told you.

Pictures.

You shouldn’t.

But for them you wanted to.

You wanted them to have this piece of the lascivious you to remember.

So you did spread your legs.

You relished in the mixture of shame and arousal as Ari snapped several photos, capturing your debauched state. Your face and chest were covered in his cum, while Nick's seed leaked from between your thighs. Rebelling deliciously against what you know was probably your better judgment, you found yourself posing for the camera, spreading yourself wider and running your fingers through the sticky messes on your body.

"Fuck," Ari murmured, shifting his phone for another angle. "These will make for some nice memories."

Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes still roaming hungrily over your body. "Send those to me later," he told Ari.

You knew that having such compromising photos out there was risky. But, still riding the high of your intense encounter, relished in the thrill of knowing these two men would have such intimate images of you. That all three of you would know they existed days, months, even years from now.

"Perfect," Ari murmured, lowering his phone. "Sending them to you…” he made a few more taps on his phone, and then, “now.”

You registered the vibrating buzz of your own phone on the nightstand, and knowing he’d sent them to you as well shocked more satisfaction through you.

“Memories from out little... arrangement."

Nick nodded in agreement, his eyes still roaming over your body. "Speaking of which," he said, turning to Ari, "I think we need to have a chat about how this is going to work going forward."

Ari's expression turned serious as he met Nick's gaze. "Agreed. But first," he glanced back at you, sprawled on the bed and covered in their release. "I think someone needs to get cleaned up."

Nick smirked. "Good point. Care to join me in helping her with that?"

"I think that's a great idea," Ari replied, his eyes gleaming with renewed interest. "After all, we made quite a mess of her."

As they discussed you like you weren't there, your mind swirled with that continued arousal, the whisper of shame, excitement, and a touch of apprehension. You knew that whatever arrangement they were planning would likely push your boundaries even further.

There was also the understood but unaddressed reality that you were the little sister of their best friend. Conventionally off limits.

Before you could protest or agree, strong hands were lifting you from the bed. Ari scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style towards the bathroom. Nick followed close behind, smirking at you over Ari’s shoulder.

You didn’t know what you were in for, but you were so in so deep.

And you reveled in it.

Well, well, well... 😏

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BOOM BOOM BOOM . . . 𝓯𝓽. boothill

contents :: boothill x f. reader. nsfw. mdni. established relationship. gun play. f. masturbation. fingering. petnames. praise. oral fixation. overstimulation. wc. 2.3k

— words of the lamb :: a repost from my old blog. thank the stars nick exists and reblogged this so i could post it lolol

this was a private moment, one boothill really shouldn't have been watching. but he couldn't help himself.

he had been planning to be gone the entirety of the three day weekend, but his scheduled bounty had gone much quicker than he intended, and he had made it home in just two days.

he had expected you to already be there when he opened the door, expecting that you'd have come running to the door when you heard his house key in the lock of your front door. but there was nothing but the still furniture of your shared home. you were nowhere in sight, and boothill had assumed maybe he just happened to come home while you were out.

until he looked down and saw your boots still lined neatly against the entry way wall. curious, he kicked his own boots off— leaving him about an inch shorter— before wandering down the hall. he'd need to wash once he greeted you, sweat, dirt and mud dirtying his hair, body and clothes.

he went down the hall towards your room, the next most likely place for him to find you. it made him a little excited, imagining you curled up in bed wrapped in a tight bundle of blankets, in the middle of a circle of pillows and stuffed animals, probably dreaming about him. he'd like to think, at least. he'd wake you up by peppering your face and neck with kisses, and you'd be so excited when you woke up to see his face.

when he pushed the bedroom door open, he found you in bed but you definitely weren't sleeping. boothill stood completely still in the doorway, seemingly unnoticed by you, his eyes wide and practically glued to your body.

your body that was writhing and squirming on your shared bed, hips jerking and twitching upwards as your fingers slid and rubbed in and around your cunt. boothill lost track of the minutes as they passed, watching your fingers dip in and out of your hole, rubbing quick and frantic circles around your clit.

he felt his face get hot, so hot it felt like someone had lit a match against his skin, eyes wide as he watched you.

but you weren't really getting anywhere. and boothill felt a little bad, watching you and listening to all the whiny, almost pathetic sounding moans and whimpers that fell from your lips.

he stepped closer to you, the gentle metal clanking of his body finally alerting you to his presence. it was nearly comical how you jumped, pulling your hand away from between your legs like you were caught doing something wrong.

"b-boothill ?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, "y-you're home.."

boothill chuckled, a little smirk on his face, "well try not to sound too excited darlin'," he was standing at the edge of the bed now, staring down at you. his hands reached out, fingers wrapping around your ankles. he pulled you down the length of the bed, earning a surprised yelp from you. he pulled you down so your legs from the knees down dangled off the end of the bed.

he kept your legs spread open, arms hooked under your knees. "you don't gotta stop just cause i'm here, baby doll" he said, eyes fixed between your legs.

"boothillll" at your embarrassed whine, the cyborg's eyes moved up to your face. your lips were swollen and pink from biting and sucking on them, shiny from your drool. your cheeks were puffy from your pout, streaked with tears, and hot from embarrassment.

"alright, alright" boothill lowered your legs back onto the bed "i'm jus' kiddin', doll. don't gotta get all whiney with me" he wasn't really kidding all that much though. he wouldn't mind watching you for hours and hours if you'd be so kind as to let him. he climbed up onto the bed, body propped up over yours like he was doing a push-up over your body. he lowered his body, arms bent at the elbows, pressing firm kisses over your face. "did you finish ?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

you looked up at him, brain still flustered from having been caught. you shook your head 'no'. boothill's bottom lip stuck out. "oh, you poor baby" the sly, confident smirk twitched at the corner of his exaggerated pout. "you want help, pretty girl ?" he asked

you nodded your head, a little too quick to react. a low and rough chuckle left boothill before he raised himself off the bed, and made his way to the bathroom. he could hear your frustrated whines, and the sheets moving on the bed as you shuffled around, as he turned the bathroom faucet on.

while waiting for the water to get hot, he undid the holster strapped to his thigh. he released the cylinder, pushing the last three bullets out so all the chambers were empty. when the water from the faucet got hot enough it began fogging up the mirror, he tucked the three bullets into his cheek, gnawing down on them as he soaked a wash rag in the steaming water.

he ran the soaked cloth up and down the barrel of his gun, rubbing away the build up of soot and gun powder off the carbon steel weapon. when he was satisfied with his work, he returned to the bedroom. you were still more or less in the same place he had left you, which filled him with a little more pride than he'd like to admit.

the galaxy ranger made his way over to you, setting the empty the gun on the bed near your head, he undid his heavy belt, falling on the ground joined shortly by his gun holster. he joined you on the bed, hand curling over the back of your neck to bring your face to his. the kiss he pulled you into was a little rougher than his kisses usually were, pushing his body impossibly closer to yours, hand firm on the back of your neck, keeping your mouth against his.

his sharp teeth bit and grazed against your lips, tongue filling your mouth like it was meant to be there. his free hand trailed down your body, stopping only once to slide under the loose fitting tank top to pinch at and brush his thumb over your nipple.

your hips bucked forwards, brushing up against his thigh. his hand moved down, pushing your hips back down onto the bed. he only needed one hand, and not much of his strength to hold you down.

"just be patient, baby doll," he mumbled. his kisses had left you out of breath, panting for air. not boothill, nothing ever left him out of breath. nothing ever would. "never not givin' you what you wanted" he added, though mostly to himself.

his hand trailed down your bare hip, moving to your crotch still warm and wet and ready for him. and his fingers slid in with ease, they slid back and forth without any friction or resistance. "there we go" he drawled, "there's a good girl"

metal fingers moved with a steady pace, pumping in and out of your hole, spreading and curling to rub against the special spot amongst your spongy walls.

your own fingers had made their way to your mouth, lips wrapped around your index and middle finger, sucking and drooling around digits, muffling your dirty noises. it was always like this, always had something in your mouth. his fingers, your fingers and, when boothill was feeling really nice, the length of a silicone cock.

the hand under the back of your neck slid out from under you, a motion you didn't even notice until it took hold of your wrist, pulling your fingers from your mouth. they left the suction of your lips with a wet 'popping' sound, followed by a series of whines, head straining to reach them again.

"stop it" boothill wasn't trying to be mean. he just had something better to fill your mouth with, you just had to wait a second. your struggles stopped, clinging to every word and order boothill gave you.

he reached out on the bed next to you, grabbing his recently cleaned and unloaded six shooter. "close your eyes for a sec" when your eyes fluttered shut, boothill brushed the muzzle of his gun against your bottom lip. the cold of the metal made you shiver, eyes almost shooting open to look. it was such a stark difference to how warm boothill usually was. but you kept them closed tight. "open up"

he used the muzzle to push your bottom lip down, opening your mouth. he slid the barrel in, careful not to grind the metal against your teeth. your eyes shot open, making brief eye contact before they shot down to the gun barrel in your mouth.

"calm down, calm down," like he read your mind, "just relax. keep breathin' baby"

you took deep, shaky breaths through your nose, jaw relaxing around the cylindrical steel. your slacked jaw gave boothill the leeway to move the barrel. with the fingers of his other hand still knuckle deep in your cunt, unmoving, his other hand slid the barrel of his six shooter over your tongue.

it didn't take long before he was comfortable enough in his movements, pushing the barrel back far enough that it caused your body to jerk and gag. he repeated the movement, moving the barrel back before pushing to the back of your throat again.

he did it over and over, unblinking as he watched your face. it was soaked soon enough, lips covered in slabber, cheeks puffy and streaked with tears and sweat. a symphony of gags and sobs were muffled by the gun.

it wasn't until you'd acquired so much drool and spit around the gun that it was running down your chin, leaving streaky lines all the way down your neck, did he decide he was satisfied.

boothill pulled the gun from your mouth, the motion simultaneous with him pulling his fingers from your cunt. you took a deep gasp for air the second the gun left your mouth, coughing and sputtering from the temporary lack of air. boothill revealed in the noises.

but he only let himself a few seconds of taking in the situation before moving on. he moved down, pulling your legs over his hips to keep them spread open. he brought the gun down to your crotch, metal still dripping in your saliva. he used the muzzle again, using it to trace circles around your hole, front sight brushing against your clit. your legs squeezed at his sides, instinctively trying to close your legs, blocked by his body.

"boothill" you whined "boothill please"

the man raised his eyebrow, his movements stopped. "please what ?" he asked. he knew exactly what. he just wanted to make you say it.

"boothill" you whined his name again

"come on, baby. i ain't a mind reader." his movements continued, so slow it barely did anything to relieve the hot pulsing sensation in your crotch. "you gotta tell me what you need"

you sniffled, whining through your words "i need ta... need ta cum"

boothill smirked, "look at you" his tone was proud, like he just successfully taught a pet a new trick. "see, it ain't so hard usin' your words"

he pushed the barrel into your pussy, moving it slowly until he couldn't push any more of it in. he held it still, watching your face as it scrunched and brow furrowed, waiting until it relaxed. "ya ready for me to move it ?" he asked

you nodded your head feverishly, desperately even. "please. oh please boothill"

that was all he needed. the motion went from zero to a hundred, using the barrel of the gun to fuck your pussy. the dull sound of clanking metal was quickly drained out by the noises that spilled from your lips. a series of moans, pleas, squeals, and whimpers that sounded like a gospel song in boothill's ears.

your feet kicked in the air behind him, fingers gripping at the sheets around you as boothill's movements never subsided, not even for a second. if anything, they got quicker, rougher. fucking you harder with his gun.

he could do it forever, he'd never get tired, never even lose his breath. he could go on forever, he wanted to. wished he could. maybe he could get kinda close to feeling like it.

your hips raised off the bed, meeting boothill's thrusts. your core tightened, legs shook and jerked in the air. you reached out, your hands desperately trying to grasp at boothill's arms. if for nothing else than to ground yourself, you couldn't do anything to stop him even if you wanted to. his strength outmatched your by leagues.

"b-boothill !" your mouth hung open, panting for air, eyes rolling towards the back of your eyes. you repeated his name through your gasps, fingers moving to grip the sheets again.

"yeah baby ?" he cooed, feigning sympathy. though it was only partially pretend.

your eyes shut tight, gasp hitched in your throat min-inhale. the moan you let out as you came around the revolver's barrel sounded unreal, like it came out of a film. it was definitely worthy of being in dirty movies. high pitched and squealing, legs kicking out straight before falling limp behind him.

the orgasm hit hard, and the overstimulation came soon after. boothill didn't stop his movements, still thrusting the gun back and forth, in and out, of your pulsating cunt. "n-no ! o-oh boothill ! boothill 's sensitive !"

boothill clicked his tongue, leaning down kissing and licking away the tears that streaked the fat of your cheeks. "come on, baby" he whined, almost teasing the whiny way you spoke to him, "you can do more. don't take this away from me"

[thevampireladyambrosia]

The Professor's Pet

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Kitsune x Female!Reader.

Content Warning: Power dynamics (professor x student), manipulation, age gap, knots.

You have always been a good student. At least at this university. A school involving magic was the dream. As a human, however, you struggled a bit. Especially with charms. In fact, you frequently explode them by pouring too much energy in. You can't help it. You are just so excited. Thus, you fell behind in class.

The professor, an older kitsune with all nine tails, noticed this. He had been trying to help you as much as he could, but he could only do so much. So you quickly began to fail the class.

This caused you to panic. You could only go to this place because you got a full ride scholarship. A scholarship that requires a certain GPA to keep.

So you doubled down. You tried harder. You stayed up later. Only for things to become more of a disaster. Your anxious energy explodes charms more easily. Your sleep deprivation led to you making mistakes you normally wouldn't.

It was very late one night that you decided you'd approach the professor the next day. You knew his office hours from the beginning of the year; from when he had gone over the syllabus. Maybe you could ask for an extra credit essay? Something. Anything. You had to pass this class.

The next day goes slowly. It's like the universe knew you had something that needed done, so it slowed down time. You found yourself glancing at the clock every couple minutes. You were an anxious mess. The professor seemed nice enough. But would he help you?

When the time came for you to approach his office you somehow grew more anxious. You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced your feet to move. You entered his office.

He looked up and smiled. He greeted you and gestured for you to take a seat.

“I'm assuming you're here about your grade?” He stated. He said it casually and in a nonchalant way. But it was anything but that to you. It determined the rest of your life. Failing would mean not being able to continue at this school. It would mean everything had been for nothing.

“Um… yeah.” You replied. You mentally kicked yourself. You wanted to say more, but it would come out. Like your mouth was too dry, and your lips were sewn shut.

“I went ahead and took a look at your assignments. It appears you weren't absent for much. Rather, it became apparent that you had a knack for exploding things throughout the year. As you likely know, I could have done something if you had excused absences. I could have let you make up the work for partial credit. Simply failing is different, though. If I let you redo it, you'd gain an unfair advantage over your classmates.”

You sucked in a breath. There it was. What you had feared all along. Your face fell. You were really going to fail the class.

“But…” You immediately snapped back into attention. There was a glimmer of hope in that simple word. “I do reward effort. And you, my dear student, have put in effort. Tell me, how far are you willing to go to secure your grade?”

You blinked. Did he want you to clean the classroom? Write a huge report? Do a presentation?

“I'd do anything. Anything at all.” You said confidently.

“That's a bold statement.” The kitsune said. But you didn't miss the glimmer in his eye. The same one people have when they get something they want. When they succeed at something. Satisfaction.

“It's the truth,” you replied. And it was. At this point in time, you'd do just about anything to secure your grade. Aside from doing something that harmed others.

“How about I give you a bonus assignment? One worth a good chunk of points. It would be distributed and added onto your other grades. But you'd have to keep it a secret. And I'd want something in return.”

You couldn't believe your ears. A chance to pass. You'd have to be positively insane to say no. But what did he want in return?

“I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it. And I won't tell a soul.” You couldn't believe your own mouth. This was basically cheating. This would make you a fraud. The kitsune seemed to recognize where your mind was heading. And he acknowledged it in his next statement.

“It's not cheating. I'm a professor. I would know. The greatest minds weren't just people who were good at things. They were people who were passionate about things. You, my dear, have passion. You have drive. You have perseverance. Is it really cheating? Or are you just getting acknowledged for your work?”

You felt strange. He had praised you. Maybe he was right? I mean, you did work hard.

“But, even more amazing, is the fact you know how to work the system.” You looked at him. What was he talking about? “Wearing that short skirt you know would drive men crazy.”

Your eyes widen. You open your mouth to protest, to explain, but his hand slips under your skirt. It catches you so off guard that you don't even get a word out. Luckily, he only rubs your thigh before withdrawing his hand.

“I-” He cuts you off.

“You said anything, remember?” He's smiling at you. “What I want is simple. I want you to let me stuff your pretty little cunt with my cock. Just this once. After all, that's what you offered when you said anything, yes?”

He had a point. You did say anything. And maybe one time was worth it for a good grade?

“Okay. I consent. Just this once.” The professor didn't hesitate. You could barely process anything before you were bent over his desk. Your underwear were pushed aside as he roughly shoved a finger in. It stung slightly but quickly faded as your cunt lubricated itself.

It would help if you didn't enjoy it. If your cunt wasn't sending waves of pleasure into your brain, making it short circuit. When his thumb found your clit and a second finger joined, you moaned. It was loud and filthy. It made you feel disgusted with yourself.

He fingered you until you came around onto his hand hard. It was the most intense orgasm of your life. And it was given to you by your professor. Your way older professor. But you didn't care anymore.

He made you beg for his cock. Made you plead. And you did. He didn't even bother to undress you nor himself. He just pulled his growing erection out and kept your underwear pushed aside. He shoved into you in one swift motion that made you cry out and see stars.

He fucked you rough and hard, his pace unforgiving. And when you came, you gushed around his cock. If you thought the orgasm earlier was intense, this one was unreal. You became practically boneless. Your vision went white. You could have sworn you passed out for a brief moment.

And then he came. Buried deep in your cunt. You felt the warmth of his seed fill you. And something strange happened too. It was like he got bigger. Like his penis expanded, locking him in. You had expected him to pull out. You had assumed incorrectly.

It wasn't even a minute after his penis went back to normal that he fixed your clothes and ushered you out. Something about office hours being over.

You walked back to your dorm on wobbly legs, your professor's cum dripping down your thighs. You pressed them together to hide it as much as possible.

When you arrived back, you showered and went to bed. A few days later you had a B in his class.

[niniwritesxo]

nsfw alphabet - nam-gyu (player 124)

(it contains things like degrading, threesomes, and nam-gyu being an asshole tbh, if you aren’t into that i wouldn’t read this x)

saw this on @cybrasigilism ‘s page, you should really check that out ! (love their writing btw)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- sorry to burst your bubble but his aftercare is probably none existent, he might hand you the tv remote afterwards but that’s about it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- 100% his hands, obviously he had to add some rings, because he knows girls like you will go crazy over it. favorite part about you is most likely your boobs or your ass (basic am i right?)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- he for sure has a breeding kink (who said that haha)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- a dirty secret about namgyu is the fact he would to have a trio with thanos and you, the thought of seeing thanos fucking you turns him on more than he would like to admit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- i think he has had a lot of one night stands, so he knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- he loves when you are on top of him, that way he can look at your body all he wants, the way your boobs bounce when he is thrusting into you, how you are so out of breath after a few rounds, he loves it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- i don’t think he is very humorous in bed, he doesn’t even think about making a joke in the moment because he is so focused.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- i don’t think he has a insane bush, but lets just say he isn’t perfectly trimmed either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- he sees you as a fuckbuddy, good for fucking. he isn’t looking for a relationship so he probably isn’t that romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- he looks up your (or your friends insta) and jerks off to your photos.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- i feel like he would love tying you up, seeing how you aren’t able to move while he gets to do whatever he wants. (and knife play ..anyways!)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- definitely in places where you COULD get caught like, fittings rooms & public restrooms.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- praise 1000%

‘Bet you’ve never been fucked like this huh?’ he says out of breath grabbing your chin, at this point it’s almost impossible for you to talk, it’s like he fucked your brains out. You decide to nod.

‘Fucking speak up’ he says glaring at you.

‘n-namgyu please, i need y-you please’ you manage to puff out.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- anal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- he loves receiving especially when you suck him off. but he is also a munch, he loves going down on you. he could do it for hours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- he is very rough and fast, it’s almost like hate fucking, nothing sensual about it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- he loves quickies, especially in the games he would find places where he could quickly release his stress onto you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- i think he has tried a lot already but will try all sorts of stuff on you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- depends if he is under the influence of something, if he’s taken something? he could go on for hours on end. if he is sober he’ll probably pass out after a good 40 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- he doesn’t own or use toys, he feels like his hand are good enough to keep you satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- he is such a tease, you definitely need to wait before you can cum and he’ll make sure you beg for it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- i don’t think he moans, he is more like a grunts guy. i feel like he talks a lot tho. (cursing and degrading you obvi)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- it kinda turns him on when you try to be bossy for once, telling him what to do and what he isn’t aloud to do.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- he has a average body, leaning more towards a dad bod than a jacked up guy tho.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- his sex drive is hiiigh, he always feels horny and is always in for a quickie.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- give him ten minutes and he is gone.

english isn’t my first language so if i made any mistakes, i apologize x

[writingroom21]

Rafe teaching innocent reader how to suck dick

"That feel good?" You sweetly ask as you look up at Rafe.

Rafe decided that he wanted to help you out. He's tired of hearing you complain how the other boys won't come near you. Tired of hearing you whine about wanting someone to touch you. He thought scaring every guy who looked at you would have you crawling into his bed. But he underestimated you.

After what seemed like constant torture he snapped.

"Fuck do you ever stop whining? Do I need to fill that mouth of yours just to know peace." His words had shocked you, leaving you to gap at him. What really was the shocker of the night was you saying yes. He knew the real reason why you never acted on anything was because you were inexperienced. You told him multiple times how you wish you weren't a virgin anymore.

It was a miracle that he even has you kneeling between his legs right now. One that he was not about to pass up. "Feels amazing. Try using your mouth." He orders. Blue eyes meet your confused face as you try to understand what he means. "Start by using your tongue. Lick from the base to the tip." You do as he says. Sticking your tongue out to finally taste him.

There's a salty flavor that your tongue catches. It almost makes you pull back but Rafe's hand holds your head. He uses the leverage to bring you in closer. "Focus on the tip. Swirl your tongue around it." He lets out a low moan as you do what he says. His eyes closing when you give it a little kiss. "Open your mouth." Confused you do as he says, choking as he pushes his fingers into your mouth.

Rafe lets out a tsk. "It's okay sweetheart. We can fix that." It seems like more of a promise to himself than reassurance. The thought makes you feel something that you can't really pin point. Retracting his fingers, Rafe replaces it with his tip. He sits there watching as your mouth closes around him. The hand behind your neck keeps pushing even after you choke.

He grips your hair giving it a few tugs and pushes to get you used to the motion. When your gagging got too much he pulled out giving you some time to breathe. "Fuck sweetheart." He barely gave you time to recover before pushing you back down. You hands reach for his thighs to stabilize yourself. He hisses when you dig your nails into him as you gag. "Wanna try sucking me now?"

The way he says it kind of fools you into thinking it was your idea because you do want to suck him. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck Rafe as he bobs your head. Moans slip past his lips as he twitches inside your mouth. His cum shoots down the back of your throat causing you to coke and gag. Pulling you off of him, he instructs you to swallow.

One of his hands cups your cheeks making your open your mouth. "Did such a great job sweetheart. How about we try again tomorrow?

Taglist : @rafedaddy01 @rrafeswhore @10ava01 @selfcontollover07 @akobx @starkeysbebe let me know if you want to be added

[lordprettyflackotara]

2005 || sam and colby || part two

‘won’t you bring me, bring me to life?’

sum: after discovering you can solidify from an energy exchange by touching sam and colby, you wonder just how far you can go to become human

tw:SMUT FILTHY SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, ghost!reader, ghost hunters!sam and colby, welcome to paris baby, general roughness, sams a cocky asshole, light choking, throat fucking, unrealistic ghost sex (kesha core)

a/n: there is nothing more i love then that stupid blonde and brunette ghost hunter duo

part one is here

You turned to Colby, ignoring a snickering Sam as he properly set up the massive porno camera.

“Are you sure about this?” Colby asked unsurely. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you in every single way possible, quite the opposite. But breaking the laws of psychics, touching a ghost, nevertheless fucking one, was completely unheard of.

His large hands found your waist, your body jittery in anticipation as he touched you. “Don’t tell me you’re scared. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” You whispered, standing on your tippy toes. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, nervously waiting for Colby to take control and kiss you. Given the twenty years you spent alone, you had only day dreamed what a kiss felt like.

Not the wholesome fluffy kind. The kind like this. Full of intensity and raw passion. The way his lips threatened to bruise yours with each passing second, the soft groans what escaped both of your lips. His tongue gliding on your bottom lip, smirking as you accepted it into your mouth. His energy was so intense, so strong, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Another set of hands grabbed you from behind, Sam’s breath hot against your ear. You shuddered in between them, your arms wrapping themselves around Colby’s neck.

“Sorry lovebirds, i’m here to crash the party,” The blonde snickered, nibbling at your earlobe. Sinful noises left your lips shamelessly, being sandwiched in between Sam and Colby the best slice of heaven you could’ve ever asked for. Colby’s lips strayed from yours, allowing you to breathe as he peppered kisses down your neck. “Not to spook you ghost girl, but you’re looking more and more human by the second,” Sam said, grabbing your chin. Assertively he forced you to look at the camera, the bright flash the only light illuminating the dim basement. “How’s it feel knowing your mark on humanity will be letting us use you like this?” Sam asked, watching you melt under his touch.

Colby pulled away from your neck, his gaze hardening. “Sam,” He said in a warning tone. The blonde released your chin, allowing you to face Colby with deeply red cheeks. “Relax man, she likes it. Look at her,” Sam insisted. Colby’s gaze finally centered on you, cheeks tomato red and thighs rubbing together to create friction. You were practically vibrating with desire, your core throbbing and lips puffy from his earlier assault. Colby brought his hand to your face, cupping it before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. “You like this? Being our little ghost girl?” Colby questioned. You couldn’t control your unholy sounds, a whimper leaving your lips as Sam grinded against your ass.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” Sam snickered, brushing your hair away from your neck. You whined as his lips attached themselves to your skin, harshly sucking. For a brief moment you had forgotten you were dead. You had never felt so utterly alive in your forty two years of existence, your body engulfed in the flames Sam and Colby eagerly devoured you in. Colby dropped to his knees, pulling at your skirt. If this had truly been for science, you were sure it would’ve been called into question how your clothes materialized along with you. But this wasn’t for science anymore, your body a slave to the pleasure the two ghost hunters were providing you. And nothing had even really started yet.

Sam held you into place, stopping you from squirming as Colby played with the hem of your skirt. “Can I take these off of you princess?” He asked innocently, his pupils blown with lust as he looked up at you. You were so breath taking like this, your being transparent but real to the touch at the same time. “Please,” You whined, tilting your head back onto Sam’s shoulder. You couldn’t remember sex from your human life, your sex life containing fingering yourself to whatever shitty porno played on one of the tv’s in the hotel. That’s why when Colby flipped up your skirt, his lips grazing your thin panties, your knees almost buckled. Sam was quick to hold you up, chuckling darkly at your action. “You’re so cute,” He grumbled against your skin, his hands slithering up to your breast.

Your back arched as he slid under your shirt with ease, as well as your bra. His warm hands complimented your cool skin well, your nipples hardening under his touch. He quickly cupped your breast, before rolling each nipple in between his fingers. “Good girl, so responsive for us,” He cooed, his teeth grazing your skin as Colby’s hot breath fanned over your folds. He pulled your panties to the side, admiring your drenched slick. “So fuckin wet, shit,” Colby muttered, before licking a stripe up your folds. Your moans echoed off of the basement walls, one of your hands flying down to grab a handful of his hair. You involuntarily pulled at Colby’s roots, whining as Sam guided your chin to kiss him.

You couldn’t help but moan into Sam’s mouth as Colby’s lips were quick to find your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud as he pleased. “You like that? Hmm? You like Colby eating you out?” Sam asked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched you grind pathetically against Colby’s mouth. You nodded vigorously, feeling the brunette devour your cunt mercilessly. “Words baby, tell Colby how good he’s making you feel,” Sam purred. He smirked as he watched your cheeks turn a darker shade of red, his spare hand pinching at your left nipple. “Feels so- fuckin- oh-, good! So good Colby,” You sputtered, your hips moving on their own as they grinded against Colby’s tongue.

Sam’s lips returned to your neck, littering any exposed skin with hickies and possessive marks. Colby released your clit with a pop, peering up at you curiously. You whined at the loss of friction, the brunette mesmerized as you held onto him and Sam for support as you lost yourself in pleasure. He brought two fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before shoving them abruptly into your entrance. Your back arched off of Sam’s, Colby smirking as he curled them. He could feel your gummy walls cling to him, begging for more. “Don’t be rude princess, tell Sam how good he’s making you feel,” Colby taunted, watching your mouth drop into the shape of an O as he hit your g spot. Sam slithered his hand to your throat, gently squeezing the sides to test the waters. This ignited a spark within you, your hips restless as they struggled to grind against Sam’s dick and Colby’s hand at the same time.

“Fuck fuck fuck, so, so, good, you both feel- ahh, amazing, please, don’t stop,” You pleaded, your legs threatening to tremble as they continued to tease you. Satisfied with your shameless pleas Colby dipped back under your skirt, reattaching his mouth to your neglected clit. You gasped, feeling Sam squeeze your throat tighter. “Be grateful baby, thank Colby for making you feel good,” Sam grunted, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. He felt like he was going feral, your energy coursing adrenaline through his veins. Colby grinned into your folds as you struggled to make a coherent sentence. He finger fucked you faster, eager to feel your walls continuously flutter around his fingers.

“Thank you Colby, thank you soooo much,” You panted, gripping onto Sam’s arm for support. His veins were visible, popping out as he restricted your airway. Sam couldn’t hide his snicker, his breath hot against your skin as he got close to your ear. “How are you so cock drunk and we haven’t even fucked you yet?” He murmured, planting kisses against your ear as you grinded against Colby’s face. You could feel yourself coming closer to the edge, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your thighs threatened to shut. “Gonna cum, fuckin, fuck-” You warned, euphoria washing over you. Your moans were strings of sinful cursed and mantras of the boys names, a cocky Colby emerging from between your thighs.

They were quick to rearrange you, your knees scraping against the cold basement floor. You had never realized just how cold the basement actually was, goosebumps trailing across your skin. You arched your back as you were on all fours, your eyes curiously looking up at Sam as he unbuckled his belt in front of you. The thought of taking them both at the same time was mouth watering, your tongue flattening out across your lower lip. Sam stopped undressing momentarily, bringing his thumb to your tongue. “You dirty bitch, fuck me,” He grumbled, watching you eagerly suck his thumb. You swirled your tongue around it, causing the blonde to only strip faster.

Meanwhile behind you, Colby began rubbing his cock up and down your slick. His tip brushed against your abused clit, causing you to shudder as Sam presented his cock in front of you. Eagerly you began sucking the head first, kitten licking his slit before lowering yourself down further onto his cock. His own sinful groans of your name were borderline euphoric, so much so you forgot a hot and bothered Colby sat behind you. Your moans vibrated around Sam’s cock as Colby pushed himself inside of you, gripping the sides of your hips aggressively. If possible, you were sure his grip promised finger shaped bruises in the morning to come. “She’s so tight, holy shit,” Colby moaned, biting his bottom lip as he bottomed out inside of you.

“Dude, you should feel her mouth, it’s like she was made for me,” Sam replied, grabbing a handful of your hair. Colby began to thrust into you, relishing the way your cunt felt as he fucked you. “Made for us, fuck, she’s all ours,” Colby agreed, picking up the pace. Forcefully Sam made you to look up at him, tears flooding your waterline as his cock hit the back of your throat. “Hear that? Made for us. You’re ours baby. Ours to fuck,” Sam taunted, shoving his cock deeper down your throat.

“Ours to ruin,” Colby agreed, fucking you more desperately.

“Ours to claim,” Sam smirked, tugging at your hair. He pulled you off of his cock, a trail of saliva attaching you to him. He gave you a moment to breathe, your lungs craving oxygen and accepting gulps before he shoved you back onto his cock. Your hands placed themselves onto his thighs, your elbows digging against the harsh concrete floor. The sharp pain that rubbed against your knees and elbows was irrelevant, your body trembling as your jaw loosened. You could feel Colby pound against your g spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you finally let go. Allowing them to use you like this, on a filthy basement floor, was pure and utter bliss.

“Look at our cock drunk girl, so pretty,” Colby praised, noting the way your body milked his cock for all it’s worth. Sam tugged at the roots of your hair, biting the inside of his cheek. “I’m gonna cum down your pretty throat, understand? And you’re gonna swallow every last drop for me,” Sam barked, ecstasy running down his spine as you eagerly nodded. His hips stuttered as he thrusted forward one final time, his warm seed flooding the back of your throat. You tried your hardest not to gag, eagerly swallowing every drop of the salty seed Sam could produce. You continued to suck his dick, milking him utterly dry. It wasn’t until the blonde was shaking that he pulled away, grabbing your face with his large hand.

“Such a good girl, our good little ghost girl,” He praised, admiring the sounds of your delicious moans as Colby pounded into you. You struggled to keep eye contact, each thrust Colby provided more intense than the last. It was when the brunettes hand slipped down to your clit that your knees threatened to give out on you. “Awe, does Colby playing with your clit make you squirm?” Sam asked mockingly, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. You couldn’t form a coherent response, the extra stimulation making the rope inside of you tighten. “I think she’s close, I can feel her- fuck, I can feel her milking me,” Colby said, struggling to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

Sam squeezed your face harder, his eyes boring down into yours. “Cum on his cock baby, go on,” He cooed, watching in satisfaction as your thighs trembled in euphoria. You grabbed onto his arm for support, feeling Colby slip out of you. His warm seed painted your ass, your breath shuddering as you met Sam’s gaze. The three of you were panting messes, the blonde using his thumb to wipe some saliva off of your chin.

“Wait, can ghost get pregnant?”

“Shut up Sam.”

[ilysungho]

you did THE BEST writing the sub leehan drabble and i can't stop thinking about how ihan would be if he suddenly found out he had mommy kink...

as if you were touching him after he has been needing you all afternoon since he couldn't see you and as a result of the pleasure, out of nowhere he is calling you mommy and whining like a baby pleading for more

I think that even he would be surprised by what he says but he couldn't stop begging OH GOD IT DRIVES ME CRAZY RNNN I NEED IT

If you can do something like that I would really appreciate it 🥲🥲

pd: I really love your work, you are one of my favorite writers ily😭😭♡

a/n: you’re so sweet thank you so much for loving my work, it makes me so happy to hear that 🥹 honestly i’ve been warming up to mommy kinks (just jaehyun and taesan so far) so i tried… also this might've turned out to be way longer than intended so enjoy cutie 💗 wc: 1k contains: sub!leehan x dom!reader, implied switch!leehan, mommy kink leehan, marking, handjob, riding, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't!), creampie, lowercase intended

almost a month passed by without seeing your boyfriend around. practice ran late into the night, leehan just staying at the dorms for the time being. he had to be up early, barely getting any sleep, and had no time to talk to you. so when he was able to finally finish with performances, of course he clung to you like a baby koala.

you played with his hair while softly kissing the top of his head, leehan nuzzling into you under your touch. questions and answers about how life had been got exchanged, with him closing his eyes at your voice. he found comfort in the warmth of your tone, one that he missed the sound of so dearly. and as he started to feel sleepy, his answers eventually turned into mumbles of soft hmm-s and mhm-s.

at the lack of responses, you stopped practically interrogating him, instead resorting to kissing his face. your lips touched every part of him so softly as you faced him to show your love. he smiled his signature smile, the one where his eyes scrunch into crescents, resembling the moon in a beautiful night sky. as much as he loved to make you feel special, he loved to be taken care of. so he let you do as you wanted, to help him fill up on the love he'd been deprived of.

the kisses never stopped, trailing down to his jawline as your hands reached behind his back to rub it gently. he could feel every touch to his core, slowly but surely starting to get needy for you. it was when you kissed down his neck onto his sweet spot that he said it: “mommy…”

his voice was quiet by firm, but you let go of your position to stare at him. “what did you say?”

the sudden change in the atmosphere had the two of you confused but also… excited. he was never one to call you by said term, but at the moment it felt so right. but if you didn’t like it, then he just might’ve ruined the mood…

“n-nothing, don’t worry.” his embarrassed face came on as he tried to deny in, but you took his hand to intertwine your fingers. leaning down to kiss that spot once again, you muttered, “‘s ok, say whatever you wanna.”

the indirect acceptance of the new nickname had him going. to describe it, he felt like it was the only right term to use at the moment, and he surprisingly liked how it sounded out of his mouth. but you did have to get used to it, and what better way than to have him call you so for now?

your kissing turned into marking, leaving pink hues on the pale canvas. the tug of your teeth on his sensitive skin made him whimper, scared to call you by the name again. you kept going though, wanting to hear him call you so, sucking a bit harder to leave deeper reds.

“take your shirt off baby.” you got up to take your own shirt off, him following suit. he bit his lips as you pushed him back down on the bed, going back to marking his now revealed chest. your free hand moved up to his nipples, touching over them and causing him to gasp.

you looked up at him as your lips reached down to the other nipple, kissing around it. he nervously returned the eye contact, scared for what will happen next. your mouth wrapped around it now, licking and sucking on the new territory. this had leehan squirming under you, the sensitivity hitting him at once as he moaned out once again.

“mommy…” you smirked against his chest as you played with his nipples, something he’d always do when the roles were reversed. your continued attention on his sensitive buds had him whining under you until you let go, sitting up beside him.

“come put your head here, my good boy.” leehan gasped at the nickname as he watched you pat on your lap, inching closer to obey your order. he nervously watched as you raised an eyebrow and pushed down the bra cups to show your boobs, slightly leaning down for him. “now suck.”

his tongue immediately wrapped around your nipple, hands flying to engulf you in a hug. your one hand stayed on leehan’s hair to stroke it as your other removed the rest of his clothes for him. lying naked while sucking your boobs, your leehan looked really cute while being all desperate for you. you hummed out praises for him continuously while also stroking his dick now. and every now and then, leehan would let go to let out the softest yet most exasperated sighs accompanied by calling you mommy.

“you’re being such a good boy for mommy, hanie.” smiling down at him, he hid his face between your chest while nodding, blushing at how you called yourself so. your thumb slid across his slit, hissing following suit. fingers tangled in his blond locks as you slowly rubbed him, his throat now leaving moans of desperation freely. your boyfriend jerked against your hand as he sucked your nipples once again. all the shame and shyness left his body at this point, not caring what he did or said. and all he needed was you to take control.

"mommy please, i need more..." he moaned softly while continuing his actions. a hum followed, with you moving him to get up and on top of him. your sweet smile accompanied by your not-so-sweet actions made leehan squirm under you as you held onto his dick. the slick between the two of you formed quite enough to help him ease into you, causing both lovers to gasp in unison. you moved slowly at first, bottoming out every time before getting back up and going down on him once again.

leehan whimpered as he caught onto your hand, the pleasure getting to his emotions as his eyes teared up. any and every kind of sound erupted from his chest, louder than the previous as he begged you for more. he let out hymns of "faster please mommy," "please, harder mommy, please," "mommy please," "mommy, mommy, mommy!" until he came undone in you, his seed spilling out as you kept riding his pretty cock, which is just for his mommy.

[princecroutons]

sorry to come in here suddenly but i wanted to add my own thoughts on one of the posts you reblogged (while being anonymous if thats cool) honestly that's why i don't really feel comfortable having a dedicated account for my pet because i am so genuinely worried about people getting the wrong idea if they take something out of context now don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with being worried about an animals well-being and i DO understand that there are people who suck and don't care about animals, but i swear nobody actually takes the time to look through a blogs post or read anything important on the account that does confirm the animal is safe and happy i've seen people literally not be bothered to read captions on posts now (especially tiktok videos) and just go ballistic on people because they got started assuming the worst instead of taking the time to do research it's okay to be concerned guys; coming from an animal lover i do understand being concerned, but people can really take it to an extreme when there's so much that you can do as a person

There was a time I wasn't very comfortable sharing my pets beyond discord servers or a few posts here and there, especially since I'd had rats, and the exotic pet communities can be even worse sometimes (though I do understand, especially with rodents) but I made this blog for a friend who adores him and he didn't really blow up until that post (that I wrote while high and immediately passed out after) and God I didn't expect the amount of people who wouldn't take a moment to think, or read, or search a blog for asks already answered.

I got a lot of rude comments about how it was abusive, that it was terrible to do that to a cat, that so on and so forth, assumption, assumption, assumption - and even when I had his post up for donations/gfm I had someone comment that I was being irresponsible for not having pet insurance, or unsolicited advice ad nauseam

I love animals, I love people who share their animals, and if I'm ever concerned I go out of my way to do a little digging before I do anything further because I'd rather be wrong than send someone an accusatory ask or give them unsolicited advise they're already following and didn't ask for. and if I find that hey! something here is wrong! I then consult friends on what to do and how to approach the situation. like idk...

People will rb videos of distressed wild animals in situations filmed to look cute with 0 comment, and then turn around and criticize people for shaving their cat and assuming the worst

I'm a little high and think I'm just ranting and repeating a lot of what you just said anon jdkdhej I just get frustrated sometimes and it's difficult not to feel very judged, but ik that the only opinions that matter when it comes to my animals are mine and my vets

but god please just.... put some effort in to doing at least a little reaserch before jumping to conclusions about literally anything ever

sorry for any typos I'm dyslexic and I'm not proof reading this 🫶

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of past trauma (it's not for the weak, but I don't want to spoil the chapter. sorry), SMUT 18+ MDNI, fingering, oral, p in v (wrap it up pls), FLUFF

WC: 4360

Chapter 24

One Month Later…

The house had finally been fixed, the boys helping out the construction crew in efforts of speeding up the process. You all officially moved back in yesterday evening, enjoying dinner and a movie in your new living room. It was perfect timing since a few of the others were getting antsy and irritable in the closer proximity the cabin offered. It was at least half the size of the main house so you were practically living on top of each other.

When the others started their arguing, you would usually seek out Chan. He would use his dominance to diffuse the situation or just make them separate for the rest of the day. His calming presence kept you relaxed though, especially since he was quiet and always working on something. So you could usually be found sitting in his lap, laying your head in his lap, or reading books in his office while he worked. 

He enjoyed your company, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He usually tried to work where you were touching him in some way, even if it was just your legs draped over his lap. He was definitely making up for the lack of time you two didn’t have initially while he was locked up.

And when Chan wasn’t home, you were restless. The house rebuilding sometimes required his oversight in person and he didn’t always take you. Whether you were asleep when he left or busy with the others at the time, you usually missed him after a short while. Felix kept you company, his gentle nature quite nurturing. But when he and Jisung argued over who was cheating in a game, you retreated to Chan’s room, opting for some reading or games on your phone to pass the time. 

Morning time meant a full spread for breakfast. You woke up next to Seungmin, having slept in his room last night after he complained you were always sleeping in Chan’s bed. You felt bad, realizing you probably should be more fair to everyone. So you cuddled up next to him and fell fast asleep.

He was nuzzling his face into your hair, kissing you as you came to.

“Morning..” he mumbles against your skin.

You smile, his morning voice sending chills up your spine. “Morning.”

Seungmin tightens his grip with the arm draped over your waist, his body flushed with yours. You turn your head to face him and he immediately plants his lips on yours. You moan into the kiss, having missed his touch.

“You smell so good,” he notes.

You giggle as he kisses down your neck. He gets up and moves down in the bed, lifting your nightgown and pulling your panties down.

“Minnie…” you rasp.

“Yes, darling?” he teases, kissing your lower abdomen.

“Mmmm,” you close your eyes as his fingers skim over your thighs.

He ducks his head, licking your sensitive heat delicately. Your breath catches in your throat and you arch your back. He smirks, loving how reactive you are.

He licks with more intent, swirling around your clit and teasing your entrance. You're already pooling, your juices coating his tongue. He groans at the taste.

“Have you always been this sweet?” he asks.

You steal a glance and catch his eyes looking right at you, his pupils blown. Lust took over as he prodded your entrance with his tongue. He moved it in and out, making your head fall back onto the pillow. Your whole body felt like it was on fire - like electricity was flowing through you - feeling just how close you were already.

Seungmin slipped a finger in and began thrusting it, coaxing a moan from your mouth.

“Such pretty little sounds.” Seungmin coos, sucking on your clit once more.

“Minnie…” you whine, your fingers twisting into his hair.

He slips a second finger in, curling them to hit your sweet spot. He moves them faster, pushing you over the edge. You grip the sheets with your free hand, back arching as you come undone. Moans escape your lips as you cum. Seungmin drinks your juices like he has been in the desert for the past week.

Crawling up your body, Seungmin kisses his way up your body as you come down. He plants his lips on yours and you taste just how sweet you were. He looks down at you with adoring eyes and you melt.

“Let’s go eat, yeah?” Seungmin asks with a peck to your lips.

He climbs off the bed and you sit up.

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m good. I just wanted to watch you.” He winks before retreating into his bathroom.

He returns with a rag and wipes you up before throwing some clothes on. You find your panties and throw them on, not bothering to go change in your room before heading downstairs. You got a few ogling eyes from the boys with your current attire but you didn’t care. 

You fixed your plate and brought it to the table, sitting between Jisung and Jeongin. You noticed their throats bob as you did, knowing they could probably smell your lingering arousal.

The doorbell rings and Chan goes to answer it. Turning in your seat, you see Doctor Quinn come in. She was holding flowers and a bottle of wine.

“Hey!” She cheers. “I brought a little housewarming gift to celebrate the remodel. Oh, it looks amazing! And I love that tile.”

“Y/n picked it out.”

“Well, you have amazing taste. I should redo my kitchen and have you pick my tile.” She giggles, coming over to hug you.

She pauses for a second, and you swear you see her smile falter just a smidge. As quick as it happened, it was gone and she moved on to give everyone else a hug as well.

“How’s everyone doing? I assume we are all healed by now?” she questions.

Everyone nods, mumbling an ‘I’m okay’ or ‘I’m good’.

“Great. Y/n can I see you downstairs for a second? I have a… girl question.” She winks with a smile.

“Um, sure.” you say.

You follow her downstairs, of course into your favorite room that just so happened to remain unaffected by the blasts, and shuts the door. She turns to you and, while her face is pleasant, you can tell she’s serious.

“You smell different.” she notes.

“Well Chan marked me..maybe you’re smelling that?”

“I can definitely smell him and Minho on you, but that’s not it. Are you pregnant?”

“What!?” you exclaim.

“I’ve had my fair share of dealing with pregnant hybrids and you have the smell.” She says, gesturing for you to sit on the chair. “Have you had a heat since we last talked?”

“Yes.”

“Did any of them go into rut and mate with you?”

“Chan did.” you mutter.

She nods. “Did his rut or your heat continue after?”

“No…”

She smiles. “Usually that’s because the purpose of the mating worked. Would you be up for a blood test? It’s the quickest and most accurate way to tell?”

You blink at her.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she asks, picking up on your elevated heart rate.

“I, uh…I can’t..I”

“It’s okay. Let’s just test you first. It could just be that something is off with everything going on. Don’t worry for now.” Doctor Quinn rubs your arm before going to grab the necessary supplies.

“Not again…” you mumble.

“Again?”

“Lewis…” you blink, focusing your sight on her. “He got me pregnant. It was my second heat, induced by his rut. Neither of us wanted to mate during that time but the instincts took over. And when…”

Tears begin to form in your eyes…

“It’s okay, y/n.” Doctor Quinn comforts.

“When he found out, I was three months along. He made the doctor do a pelvic exam…and when she confirmed it…” your head drops. “He beat me until it was dead.”

Doctor Quinn’s heart breaks. She pulls you into a hug, letting you sob into her chest. A faint knock came at the door and you attempted to collect yourself. Chan slowly opened the door, followed by Minho.

“Just checking on you. We could feel your distress.” Chan whispers.

Doctor Quinn looks to you for permission and you nod.

She gestures for them to come in and they close the door behind them. Coming to stand beside you and hold your hand, they listen intently while Doctor Quinn shares what you just told her. The boys were raging with fury, Minho having to take a walk outside even though it was starting to snow. Chan stayed behind, holding you close while Doctor Quinn took some blood.

“Explains why you freaked out on me last time when I asked for a pelvic exam.” Doctor Quinn gives you a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah…sorry about that.” you mumble.

“All good, dear.” she smiles, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll rush this and let you know as soon as I do.”

With that, Doctor Quinn left. Chan turned to you, a big grin on his face.

“What?” you ask wearily.

“I’m gonna be a dad?!” his face is lit up, the biggest smile you had ever seen from him graced his face.

You smiled, looking down at your fingers twiddling in your lap. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you from the chair. You couldn’t help but laugh, letting yourself relax a little and enjoy the news…for now.

“Can we…wait on telling everyone. Just until she’s…confirmed it?” you ask.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He says, rubbing your back. “I’m going to go check on Minho, okay?”

“He’s not…jealous is he?”

“Maybe a little.” Chan winked. “But he’s pissed about the Lewis thing. A similar thing happened to his mom.”

“Oh…” the word a mere breath on your lips.

“Go finish your breakfast. I’ll be back up there.” Chan kissed your forehead before planting a deep kiss to your lips.

You collected yourself, then headed upstairs to the boys. You forced a smile like everything was okay but of course they were suspicious. Respecting your privacy, the boys didn’t pry - they knew you would tell them when you were comfortable.

It was later that evening, you were in your room, curled up in your reading corner and coloring in a new coloring book Hyunjin bought for you. It was animal themed and you were currently coloring a picture of a fox. You had spent most of the day in here, dozing off for about an hour before waking up and continuing on.

There was a light knock on your door and you looked up to see Jisung peeking in. 

“Hey.” he whispered.

“Hi.” you say in a small voice.

He comes in sitting next to you on the cushion you had, hugging one of your pillows. “You okay?”

You nod.

“You sure? You’ve been cooped up in here all day, and awfully quiet…”

“Sorry…” you mumble.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He sits up, facing you. “Talk to me.”

“I was just enjoying my space. Nothing’s wrong.”

Jisung gives you a disbelieving look. Then he grabs your hand and rubs circles on the top with his thumb. “Is this about earlier? With whatever freaked out Minho and  Chan hyung?”

You don’t want to lie to him, but you don’t want to tell them yet. Not till you know for sure. Not till you’re sure it’s what Chan really wants. Maybe he was just acting excited to make you feel better. I mean it’s not like you ever talked about starting a family with any of them…

“I’ll tell you…just not right now.” you offer.

Jisung nods. He looks around the room, the silence between you deafening. When he looks back at you and you lift your head and meet his eyes. 

“What?” you ask, smiling as you squirm under his intense stare.

He smirks, moving closer to you. “Maybe I can make you feel better…” 

He leans in, kissing your jaw and down your neck. You giggle, the coloring book falling off your lap as you adjust your body to face him.

“You smell so good…” Jisung whispers, your foreheads touching.

Yeah, because you were pregnant. Doctor Quinn had informed you your scent would be more appealing now. And that you would also…taste sweeter too.

He kisses you, hard and desperate. Your crossed legs are pulled open and he crawls between them. You push your colored pencils away with one hand, the other cupping the side of his face.

As he kisses down your neck, your hands reach between the two of you and begin to undo his pants. He groans when you palm him through his briefs. He pulls away, lust in his eyes. 

“I love you…” he pants.

You freeze, realizing he has never said it before. A few of the others have by now, but not Jisung. He caught you off guard, your mouth slightly open. He smirks, kissing you passionately, tongues intermingling.

He leans up, removing his shirt and pushing his pants down. You follow his lead, removing your own shirt and sliding your pants down. He stops undressing to help you pull your pants all the way off, throwing them to the side. Then he moves to sit on your cushion, pants around his ankles. He pulls you into his lap and you feel his hard length between your legs. You grind on him, your wetness coating his dick.

“Fuck.” he gasps.

He reaches his hand down and teases your clit. Your hands immediately go to his shoulders, bracing yourself. He smirks at you and you lean in to kiss him. He slips a finger inside, curling it deliciously before pulling it out. He sucks his finger while holding eye contact and you clench around nothing, whining.

“Shhh…I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Jisung coos.

He lines himself up and you sink down on him, throwing your head back. He attaches his lips to your nipple and sucks, thankful you weren’t wearing a bra today. You hold his head into your chest, grinding your hips in his lap. His moans were vibrating your nipples, further stimulating you.

He switches to the other nipple and you swear you’re about to cum any second. He squeezes your ass and you bite your lip. You tug his hair, tilting his head back, and begin bouncing. He watches, mesmerized by the sight of you.

You’re so close, maintaining tempo until you snap. Your orgasm washes over you and your legs tremble. You clench around his cock, moaning his name as you lay into his chest.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He says, stroking your hair.

“Mmm…I love you.” you say, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

He smiles so big, flipping you over so he can eat you out. He leans down, drinking you in and moaning at your sweet taste. It feels so good but you want him to cum too. You sit up, taking him by surprise, and move him so he’s lying back on the cushion.

Then you kneel between his legs and take him in your mouth. He groans, head falling back as he hugs one of your pillows. He bites his lip as you work your magic, teasing his tip with your tongue. You suck him hard and slow, edging him closer to release.

“Fuck, y/n.” he groans.

“I wanna taste you, baby…” you say, stroking him with your hand.

He whines, hips bucking at your dirty words. He would love to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. You take his entire length, feeling him hit the back of your throat. You suck and bob your head at a teasing tempo. Feeling mischievous and just wanting him to completely melt, you take a finger and coat in your own juices. Then, you prod at his tight hole, hearing him gasp. 

You push past the little resistance and the guttural groan he releases makes you smirk. You thrust your finger in and out a few times before adding another.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

You curl your fingers, massaging his prostate just right, and sure enough…he’s cumming in your mouth. And it was a lot - so much you can barely keep it all in. You milk him dry, sucking him until he’s squirming to get away from the overstimulation. You pop off of him and swallow, a bit dripping from the corner of your mouth. You remove your fingers and crawl up his body. 

His chest was heaving, eyes closed as you kissed his lips. Through the fog, he kisses you back, tasting himself on your tongue. He groans, hands cupping your face as he kisses you until he needs air.

Finally separating, you keep your foreheads together, panting.

“Fuck, that was something. You’re incredible.” he rasps.

You giggle and lay on his chest.

You lay like this for a while, until the smell of dinner begins wafting into your room.

“We should probably shower real quick.” you say, sitting up.

Jisung agrees and the two of you head into your shower. The two of you briefly washed up, putting your clothes back on and joining everyone downstairs for dinner. They all gave you knowing glances and you blushed. Jisung bumped you with his shoulder and you shook your head at him. You found yourself not caring that they heard you two. In fact, let them hear. It wasn’t anything new or something to be embarrassed about at this point. 

It was the next afternoon, and you were training with Changbin. Some of the boys were currently doing weight training, while Changbin had you jogging around the property. It was so freeing to you now that you didn’t have to worry about Lewis or Reed lurking around in the forests surrounding the yard. You were safe and truly free.

Back at the house, you were drinking water when Chan called you inside. He led you into the med room, where you found Doctor Quinn waiting for you.

“Hi.” you say, looking to Chan.

He gives you a reassuring smile.

“Hello, dear.” she smiles. “I got the results back and thought I would deliver them in person.”

“Okay…” you say, worried something was wrong.

“It’s confirmed. You are pregnant. About five weeks.” 

“Seriously?” Chan exclaimed with a big smile on his face. “Ahh, yes.” 

He picked you up, spinning you around.

“I’m going to be a father!” he said, taking in your stunned expression and stepping back. “Y/n, you okay?”

“Yeah…it’s just…a lot. I never thought…” your eyes water. “I never thought I would get to…to be a mother.”

Chan pulls you into a hug, and you rest against his chest. 

“You sure this is something you want?” You ask, looking into Chan’s eyes.

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted this since I was a boy. You have quite literally just made me the happiest man on the planet right now.” He kisses your cheek. “But I should be asking you that.”

“Yes. Ever since I lost my first, I wanted to have one someday. It’s just I lost hope that I would.” You take his hands in yours. “But I want this.”

Chan wrapped his arms around you, nearly suffocating you in his embrace.You smile, allowing yourself to be happy.

“What about the boys?” you question. “How are they going to take the news?”

Thinking about it, you didn’t know if they would be happy or jealous. Being your soulmate, maybe they would want it to be theirs instead. But maybe they would just be happy as long as you were happy. Part of you wanted to have a child with each of them. But eight kids? That was a lot in general, nevermind what it would do to your body.

“They are going to be excited…” Chan shakes his head in disbelief. “You don’t have to worry, darling. This is a good thing.”

“I love you.” you blurt out, cheeks flushed.

His eyes widened at the confession. The sound of those words was like music to his ear - his new favorite melody. 

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses you deeply, hugging you to his chest.

You smile up at him. “Should we tell them then?”

His eyes light up even more, as if that was possible. He grabs your hand and leads the way from the room. “

He calls upstairs for the remaining pack members. Then you two made your way outside to wait for them. 

“Alright, listen up. We have an announcement to make.” Chan says.

Everyone is gathered around, Doctor Quinn hiding in the back.

“Doctor Quinn has just confirmed that our darling y/n is pregnant.”

At first there is silence, the shock taking over. Everyone processes a second before erupting in cheers and rushing over to hug the two of you. You laugh at their excitement and support, feeling such happiness that you don’t remember ever feeling. Chan was right…this is a good thing.

“That explains why you’ve been so clingy with Chan.” Jisung comments.

You pout at him.

“It’s not a bad thing…” Jisung tries to save himself.

Minho just hits him over the head.

“Congrats, y/n,” Minho says, kissing you.

“When are you due?” Changbin asks.

You look at Doctor Quinn. 

“Oh, we didn’t even get to that part. Since you’re about five weeks, you are due around the end of June, first part of July.” She explains.

“Oh I can’t wait. I’m gonna teach him or her how to bake and how to dance.” Felix boasts.

“Slow down. What if they want to learn to paint?” Hyunjin counters.

“What are you going to name them? Have you thought of names yet?” Jeongin asks.

“Definitely should do Jisung. It’s a great name.” Jisung offers.

“Changbin is way better. Or Dwaekki.”

“Oh please, what if it’s a girl? Seungmin would be better… as it’s a unisex name.” Seungmin states with a smug expression.

“Fighting over our baby already.” Chan says amused as he kisses your temple.

You smile, shaking your head at them.

Later that night, Chan suggested a little campfire. The November air was nippy, the ground white from the evening snowfall. You were sitting next to Chan and Hyunjin, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot chocolate. Minho insisted you try a smores since you had never had one before. You watched as he twisted the marshmallow over the fire. After it was perfect, he claimed, he takes a piece of chocolate, two halves of a graham cracker and sandwiches them with the marshmallow. 

Then he slides it off the stick, and brings it to your mouth to try. You take a bite, moaning at how good it was.

“See…you’ve been missing out.” he smiled smugly.

“I have…” you take another bite.

Minho happily feeds you before making one of his own smores. Then you lay your head on Chan’s shoulder, basking in the warmth of everyone and the fire. 

Jisung stands abruptly. “Okay…I’m betting it’s a girl.”

“Oh, no. It’s definitely going to be a boy.” Hyunjin counters.

“Put me down for a boy too!” Seungmin adds.

“Girl.” Jeongin says with a mouth full of smores.

“Me too!” Changbin adds.

“It’s going to be a boy!” Felix argues.

“Minho…tell them it’s going to be a girl…” Jisung turns to Minho who smirks.

“I’m betting on a boy actually…” Minho says.

“I think it’s going to be a girl…” you say.

“See! If y/n says girl, it’s going to be a girl.” Jisung argues.

“Bullshit. No one truly knows. Not even the ancestors.” Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“Chan’s the tie breaker. Chan hyung, what do you think?” Jeongin asks.

Everyone looks at Chan, and he chuckles.

“How much is the bet?”

“Fifty dollars?” Jisung asks everyone. They nod.

“Well in that case…” Chan looks up to the sky as if pondering. “I just want a healthy baby. I don’t care.”

“Oh, your vote doesn’t count anyway.” Jisung dismisses him with a wave.

The boys go back to arguing over the gender while Chan looks dumbfounded. You smile, leaning up and kissing him. He caresses your face before his hand moves lower, caressing your lower tummy where your little bundle of joy was growing. You place your hand over his, resting your head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me in.” you whisper.

“Thank you for being so strong.” he says and you look up at him confused.

“I’m not strong…”

Chan scoffs. “Yes you are. You are the strongest person I know. You have had a tough past, life giving you so many hardships. And you didn’t let it tear you down. Instead you fought and pushed through, making it out on the other side. That, my love, makes you strong. And that’s why I’m going to spoil the absolute hell out of you for the rest of our lives.” 

As Chan spoke, he rubbed your arm, kissing your forehead when he was done. You closed your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. You received so much love from them, love you never thought you would ever get to experience. Love you had long since given up hope in finding. But here it was, all around you, and you weren’t going to waste it.

“Me too.” Hyunjin hugged you from where he sat next to you, kissing your temple.

Two strong arms came around you from behind the bench. “And I’m going to protect you with my life for as long as I live.”

You turn and smile up at Changbin, who pecks your face with kisses.

Giggling, you didn’t notice when everyone else stood up and came over to you. Soon you felt the weight of everyone as they all piled on you in a group hug. Minho wiped your tears before kissing your check.

“I love you all.” you say.

“We love you too.” Felix says. 

“So much.” Hyunjin adds.

After years of feeling like you didn’t belong, you finally found your home - you belonged here at Greenidge. And you could now finally see a future for yourself. One surrounded by love and family.

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[aishangotome]

Nokto Klein: Chapter 1

Chapter 0

♡———♡

I used to think love was beautiful, sweet, and something more virtuous.

Until I met this "love."

*flashback*

Nokto: With this, Emma is officially my fiancée in name and in fact. Everyone here in Benitoite is the best witness.

Emma: ...Yes, I'm happy.

Nokto: I'm very happy too.

(This...)

(Liar––...!!)

The lying prince, cloaked in the aura of night, is a beast like a sweet trap, captivating his prey with his gaze, gestures, and voice.

I was deceived many times in the palm of his hand---

-

Nokto: Unfortunately, whether you acknowledge it or not, I've been a prince since birth. Since my father is the king.

Emma: It's fine, this is about my feelings.

Emma: To me, Nokto, you're not a prince, or a candidate for the next king, or anything like that. You're just a dangerous, cunning, and frivolous person.

-

We clashed many times like puzzle pieces that wouldn't fit together––

Emma: Don't say "die" so easily...

Nokto: ...

Nokto: It's up to me what I do with myself, isn't it?

Emma: ...

-

We missed each other many times, and yet, after touching his past, the truth hidden behind his lies---

We drowned in our one and only, final love.

Nokto: I have to make sure I catch you properly.

Nokto: Drown in me as much as you can.

Nokto: With the king's favor, I'll spoil you, body and soul.

Emma: ––Nokto. I love you.

Nokto: Yeah. I love you too, Emma.

We exchanged words of love over and over again, deepening our love for each other.

As if to confirm that the emotions, the happiness we had obtained, were real.

Perhaps we were pretending not to notice.

Both of us––

-

Emma: Nn, Nokto... wait...

Nokto: If I wait, I'll miss the best part, won't I?

Emma: Ahh... nn...

In the quiet of the night when everyone is asleep, Nokto ravishes me in the darkened room.

My mind and body are so melted that I lose track of how much time has passed.

Emma: Please, no more...!

Nokto: I love that lewd look on your face right now, and I want to see more of it. Are you sure you want to stop?

Emma: ...

He looks at me with eyes that seem to yearn for me from the depths of his heart, with a hint of desperation, and my heart starts to race.

(That's not fair... When you look at me like that, I can't refuse.)

My silence becomes the best affirmation, and my beloved narrows his crimson eyes in satisfaction.

Nokto: Then, without further ado, I'll melt you even more thoroughly.

I drown in the pleasure Nokto brings me, wholeheartedly accepting his passion.

Loved deeply, at the end of an irresistible, intense pleasure, he embraces my heated body.

I bury my face in Nokto's chest, feeling his warmth and heartbeat as I try to catch my breath.

(Our sweet moments together are always intense, and he loves me until I can't move...)

(But it wasn't originally like this.)

(It feels like somewhere along the way, the time we spend drowning in each other's love has increased...)

As I try to gather my scattered thoughts, unable to think of anything after being so thoroughly loved---

Nokto: Oh, you still seem to have some energy left.

Nokto, with a mischievous smile, pulls me onto his lap and drives into me deeply once again.

Emma: Ahh, Nokto––!

My body trembles uncontrollably, and I collapse against Nokto. He soothes me by stroking my back.

Emma: Haa... I wasn't expecting a second round...

I take my revenge by nibbling on his neck, and Nokto laughs playfully.

Nokto: Sorry, sorry. I thought you might like being taken by surprise like that.

Nokto trails his slightly parted lips down my neck, softly biting the same spot, sucking as if to leave a mark.

Even that simple act sends another sweet sensation through my core, where the heat of pleasure still lingers.

Emma: Nn, if you leave a mark there, it'll be visible.

Nokto: Don't worry, your new dress has a choker, right?

Nokto: I made sure to leave it in a place where it would be hidden.

(...That's right. I'm not wearing my usual clothes.)

Nokto: From tomorrow, we'll both be in diplomatic attire all the time, so it might take some getting used to for a few days.

Emma: ...Yeah, that's right.

(Tomorrow, we leave the castle.)

--Earlier--

Emma: To Benitoite?

Nokto: It's a little ways off, though.

A few days ago–– Nokto and I, who had new formal attire and a dress made for diplomatic purposes at his suggestion, were in our room trying on the finished clothes.

With the help of the maids, I put on the new dress, and Nokto was complimenting me when he suddenly told me we were going to Benitoite. I was a little surprised, but it made sense.

Emma: So that's why you suggested we have new formal wear made.

Nokto: Half correct. As a reward, I'll give you a kiss in my new formal attire.

Nokto, with a mischievous smile on his lips, pulls me close and cups my chin.

Emma: H-Hey, the maids are still here, so save that for later...

Nokto: That's right. So, would you mind giving us some privacy for my shy fiancée?

The maids, with gentle smiles, quietly leave the room.

(This is so embarrassing...)

Nokto: Now I can give you as many rewards as I want, right?

His crimson eyes draw closer, and when Nokto's lips softly land on mine, my heart leaps.

Emma: Nn...

I thought he would pull away soon, but the arm around my waist tightens, and his tongue parts my lips, deepening the kiss.

As he invades my mouth, bringing heat with him, my mind starts to go pleasantly numb.

Emma: ––S-Stop!

Nokto: What's wrong? Not satisfied with just a kiss?

Emma: That's not it, it's too much for a reward.

Nokto: Is it? I'm thinking we could continue this in bed. What do you say?

Emma: It would be a disaster if we got the new dress dirty...

Nokto: Oh? You're that worried? Does that mean you're aware of how much this is making you melt?

Nokto's fingers trail down to my lower abdomen, tapping lightly through the fabric of my dress, and he gives me a provocative smile.

Emma: That's not...

Nokto: Your face is bright red. It's a shame, but I think I'll save the fun for tonight.

Nokto: Patience is a spice that makes me love you even more, you know?

Nokto: Well then, shall we get down to business?

Nokto's demeanor shifts to that of His Majesty the King, and I straighten up.

Nokto: A while ago–– while I was away from the castle on official business, the royal family of Obsidian, our ally and former enemy...

Nokto: You know they visited Rhodolite in secret, right?

Nokto: Leon and Chevalier, both leaders of our alliance, met with them as my representatives...

Nokto: And they were suddenly asked to cooperate with Obsidian and Rhodolite to investigate the purpose of the three countries that formed an alliance: Tanzanite, Acroite, and Ruby.

Nokto: To give them an answer, Leon, Chevalier, and Yves went to Obsidian...

Nokto: As a result of the talks, in exchange for sharing advanced technology, including military support,

Nokto: It was officially decided that our country would investigate the purpose of the three countries and share the information.

Nokto: The rest of the princes, including me, are preparing to depart to gather information on the three countries,

Nokto: And to observe the movements of neighboring countries.

Emma: Does that mean Nokto will be in charge of Benitoite?

Nokto: Correct.

Nokto: We've always been allies with Benitoite and have a close relationship, but with the three-country alliance between us, Jade, and Obsidian,

Nokto: And now this three-country alliance between Tanzanite, Acroite, and Ruby––

Nokto: It's diplomatically important to know what they think about these two three-country alliances.

Nokto: That's why as king myself, I decided it was necessary to confirm in person, and I'm the one going to Benitoite.

Emma: I see...

Nokto: So, here's the main topic... Will you come to Benitoite with me?

Emma: You ask me that after preparing such a wonderful dress for me?

Nokto: It's better to have more dresses, and it's not just for this occasion.

Nokto: Well, knowing you, I thought you'd obediently follow me even if I told you after the fact.

Nokto: But I still wanted to hear your opinion properly.

Emma: Hehe, you're unusually well-behaved and sincere.

Nokto: I have been from the beginning.

Emma: I can still clearly remember being made your fake fiancée without any consultation.

Nokto: It's wonderful that you have such vivid memories.

Nokto: But now, you're my real fiancée, right?

My heart aches sweetly as Nokto takes my left hand and reverently kisses the engagement ring on my ring finger.

Sharing so much time with Nokto as the days pass, I find things that have changed from the beginning. Even small things, filling me with an indescribable feeling.

(When we first met, I was always being toyed with, and I was wary of Nokto as a dangerous person.)

(I had never had someone express their true feelings and emotions to me so directly, or stir my heart so much.)

To be worthy of being Nokto's fiancée, the future queen, I've been taking lessons and acquiring knowledge almost every day.

Now, when Nokto is away from the castle, I'm entrusted with some official duties as his representative––

This is because Nokto recognized my abilities, regardless of my position, and it strengthens my resolve to do my best for Nokto and for Rhodolite, increasing my motivation.

(Investigating other countries' reactions to the three-country alliance is also to avoid a crisis in our own country.)

(I've been to Benitoite several times with Nokto...)

(I might be able to be more useful there than in a country I'm visiting for the first time.)

(Above all, if there's something I can do for Nokto, I want to. There's no other option for me but to go.)

Emma: I want to go with you, Nokto.

Nokto: ..............

Nokto: ...I knew you'd say that. Thank you.

(Huh...?)

Even though my answer should have been obvious, Nokto smiled with unexpected joy.

But at the same time, his crimson eyes lowered slightly, casting a shadow.

(Nokto...?)

Nokto: What? Are you staring at me... begging for a kiss?

Emma: That's not––nn!

Nokto: Okay. I'll give you plenty of kisses. I'm in a good mood right now.

––back to present––

(––At that time, I felt like Nokto's expression clouded over for a moment.)

(But Nokto didn't seem particularly different after that, so maybe I was just mistaken...?)

As if to bring me back from my wandering thoughts, Nokto nibbles on my neck again and licks my earlobe.

Emma: Ah...

With the sweet stimulation from his fingertips tracing my waist, my mind is filled with Nokto.

Nokto: You're lost in thought again, leaving me behind. Are you nervous because this is your first time going abroad for an inspection?

Emma: I'm not nervous. It's just...

Nokto: Just?

(I'm concerned about how Nokto was acting back then, but maybe I was mistaken...)

Emma: ...No, maybe I was nervous after all.

Nokto: Then I'll get rid of that nervousness before the inspection.

Nokto: I want you to feel happy at all times. I don't need any emotions that hinder that.

A deep, sweet kiss falls upon me, and I melt into Nokto once again.

(But––even though his touch and words are sweet, why does my heart feel a little uneasy?)

Soon, there was no room left in my mind to ponder the questions in my heart, as I drowned in the love Nokto intensely gave me once again that night.

After the intense night passed and we departed from the castle, Nokto and I were rocked by the carriage for several days––

It was the refreshing sea breeze coming through the window that told me we had entered Benitoite.

-

(This is... amazing.)

Immediately after arriving at Benitoite Castle and greeting the king, I'm stunned by the sheer luxury of the guest room we're shown to.

Benitoite is a country of sea and trade, dealing with all sorts of countries, so both the city and the castle are dazzling.

(We passed countless works of art on the way to the guest room, but...)

(Even to my untrained eye, the ornaments are too expensive to be kept in a guest room, and the room is too spacious, even for two people––)

(Everything is so grand and luxurious that my jaw drops.)

More than anything, it was the sea spreading out beyond the large window that captured my heart.

As I stand transfixed before the window, Nokto, sitting on the sofa beside me, watches me with a smile playing on his lips.

Nokto: You're glued to the window like a child, you know?

Emma: Yeah. Because it's so beautiful...

Just looking at the sparkling sea, dazzlingly reflecting the sunlight, makes my heart dance.

Nokto: You're as excited as if you're seeing the sea for the first time...

Nokto: Even though you've been to Benitoite several times and have seen the sea each time.

Nokto's chuckle makes me blush with embarrassment.

Nokto: I've been shown to guest rooms several times, but this one has the best view.

Nokto: It pays to speak up.

Emma: What do you mean?

When I ask, Nokto immediately takes my hand and gently pulls me closer.

Nokto: Actually, I wrote it in the letter I sent to Benitoite when we announced our visit this time.

Nokto: That my fiancée is looking forward to seeing the sea again.

Emma: Does that mean...?

Nokto: As a country with flourishing trade, they have many visitors from other countries, and their service is more attentive than any other country.

Nokto: That's probably why we were shown to this guest room with a nice view.

(The purpose of this visit is inspection, so I didn't tell Nokto, but...)

(I was really looking forward to seeing the sea again.)

Emma: I guess I can't keep secrets from you, Nokto.

Nokto: Did you think I was only uncovering your body every night?

Nokto smiles sweetly, his words laced with jest.

(I see, maybe it wasn't just to make me happy...)

(Maybe he also did it so I wouldn't get too stressed about the inspection.)

My heart flutters uncontrollably at Nokto's kindness and consideration.

Emma: Thank you, Nokto. I'm so happy.

Nokto: I'm glad. But, just words?

His cool fingertips trail teasingly up my back, and a different kind of sweetness than excitement starts to make my heart race.

(But it's true that words alone aren't enough to express my gratitude...)

With all my heart, I initiate a kiss, simply touching Nokto.

Nokto: Wait, this isn't the end, is it?

Emma: Nn, Nokto...!

His fingertips trail more heatedly up my back, slipping beneath the fabric of my dress.

My body, remade night after night by Nokto, easily heats up, and like a butterfly drawn to a flower, I try to meet his lips once more, when––

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a tremendous bang, as if it had been kicked in.

.

.

.

Chapter 2

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[studiogrimm810]

Florida Heat

pairings/characters: (established) sam winchester x gn!you, dean is also there

summary: trying to wipe out a vamp nest goes south when more than expected monsters emerge from nearby

warnings: humidity (ick), blood loss, vampires, drinking blood, disorientation, graphic depictions of experienced pain

word count: 3,182

A/N: i’m such a sucker for physical hurt/comfort, so enjoy!! ^.^

———————

The hum of the Impala was something that could soothe you to sleep like a baby regardless of its destination. Whether it was 12 hours into a boring road trip or speeding to a nest like it is right now- it was always a lull to ease the churning nerves in your stomach.

It was nearing sunrise so you three were really banking on the vamps being blood drunk and passed out by now. That was your only advantage to the half dozen you assumed to be camped out just outside of town.

You and the brothers had been in town for a few days already, tracking the disappearances of fraternity brothers who all were seen last with one Theo Williams. Theo was a transfer student who slipped into the school year just last month and has now not been spotted outside of the eye witness reports made by students on the nights of said disappearances.

After background checks run by the police department, it was concluded that Theo, who was a fraternity brother of the school he claimed to transfer from almost 8 years ago, he's been reported missing for almost a decade.

The piece that led you three to become certain it was a nest, was one specific witness who swore that Theo had jagged and “shark-like” teeth.

And after hacking traffic cams and tracking so many vehicles, you, with Sam’s consistent vigilance and Dean’s ‘words of encouragement’, had successfully pinned the location of the nest.

Dean parked about half a mile away, far from sight, and you all climbed out of the peaceful bubble of the Impala and into the veil of sticky summer heat of a Florida morning. On the horizon, a honey stained sky glows bright and confident with piercing UV rays slicing through creamy clouds. The picture reminded you just how early it was and you had to stifle a yawn that follows an instinctive stretch from exiting the car.

You’re quickly sucked back to the heat rolling over your skin, collecting humidity that worked overtime to quickly produce a layer of tacky sweat that loose pieces of hair stick to like glue. The sensation led you to mumble out a quiet ‘yuck’ that made Sam chuckle fondly to himself. You tried not to let the itchy sweat get to you and instead focus on the weapons lined in the trunk of your safe-haven that you already missed dearly.

“Alright, stay close, no splitting up,” Dean instructs as if you and his brother aren’t grown adults who’ve been hunting for years. It doesn’t really bother you much when he does so though. You know he only does it because he worries. It’s how he copes hunting with those he cares for, and that’s enough for you to just sit back and be led. “Careful with these, don’t wanna poke yourselves,” he says, passing out a few vials of Dean Man’s Blood for you and Sam to pocket.

It was honestly sweet how consistently caring and protective Dean was of not only you, but Sam. Sam was a grown ass man- 30 some-odd years of painful, firsthand experience of the job under his belt- and yet Dean still treated him like a precious trinket that must be kept pristine at all times.

“We ready?” Dean asks, checking over his machete, darting his eyes up through his brows to look at both you and Sam.

Sam looks over at you before answering his brother. You give Dean a curt nod, sheathing your machete, and Sam gives Dean a simple ‘yeah’.

Dean slams and locks the trunk with a few pats on the silky metal out of affection before leading the way up a road so slim that there aren’t even any lane markers. The three of you fall into your usual line of approach- Dean in front, Sam on the flank, and you in between.

It isn’t long before you spot a crooked trailer that clearly wasn’t hitched properly. There’s a fire pit emitting lazy flakes of ember into the swirl of air above it. A few bodies lie around the pit, slow rising if their chests being the only hint that they’re still breathing.

The bodies are slack and mouths stained with red that have dribbled down their chins and soaked into their clothes. A set of fangs peak past one of their lips and it’s the cherry on top of the confirmation you need to classify this group as blood-thirsty killers.

From here you count four vamps, but the arrhythmic rocks of the trailer behind the lifeless pit suggest more.

A silent look from Dean, with accompanying hand motions, signals a loose plan of action. Dean continues to lead the way and you make sure to stick to his heels as Sam stays a few feet back to keep a clear picture on both of you.

As the group gets close enough, Dean ticks his head to the vamp opposite of you, Sam the same, and with a quick swift spiral of limbs, three heads slice off of their hosts and thud into the swampy mud beneath them. The sound startles the remaining vamp and it bolts up with a dizzy sway from its blood-drunken state.

Its anger is clear as his teeth flash razor sharp fangs and a piercing hiss. Dean, who doesn’t waste time with intimidation, advances the vamp with his machete held high and ready to strike. Before his blade can meet its second victim of the morning though, Dean is tackled by the vamp in front of him. It bucks its shoulders into Dean’s abdomen like a linebacker and lands him into the moist ground with a wet smack that sprays mud everywhere.

“Dean!” Sam barked, heading straight to his brother to decapitate the vamp attacking him.

Your instinct pulls you towards the fumble but the prickle of skin on the back of your neck alerts you back to the now idle trailer. A fresh new wave of crimson lined fangs flash at you from the doorway of the trailer and out pours six more besotted vamps with their sights clearly set.

“Shit,” you utter out as if the dropping of your stomach forced it out. You stumbled back, slipping in the mud but solidifying your grip on your weapon.

Sam has successfully beheaded the vamp who attacked Dean and secured Dean's forearm to hoist him back up to his feet just in time to ready their next attack.

The bundle of vamps seem to split into three and three. One group heading towards the brothers and the other towards you. And unfortunately for you, you and the Winchesters mirrored each other around the fizzled fire pit, putting- well not much- but just enough distance between you to potentially be lethal.

You try not to focus on that and instead put all of your attention into fighting off the three recently turned, frat bro vampires who were out for more blood. The first grabbed your upper arm with a bruising force that made your teeth clench and you swung up your machete to make a sloppy aim for its neck. The blade landed into the monster’s clavicle, however, and only served to further piss it off.

As you swung the blade back out from the pinch of bone you created, the now free blade sliced across another vamps throat, digging a few inches deep into its carotid and spraying blood on its allies. It stumbled back a few feet and was grabbed by Sam who finished the job with a successful flick of his machete.

The vamp who initially grabbed you was not even bothered by the action behind him and instead only cared about the shimmering skin exposed along your neck. You tried to hold off the creature but with a menacing crack, a surge of white-hot pain oozed down your arm and settled into your fingertips before going numb. The pain did continue to radiate around your shoulder and it caused you to lose a vital weapon- your dominant hand.

You cried out at the shock of nerves that erupted in your shoulder and the vamp used the feathering weakness of your body against you, digging its fingernails onto your opposite trapezius and angling you just perfectly for it to sink its fangs into your salty skin.

The sharp stab following the first ache was enough to reverse the air in your lungs- rendering you mute. Your mouth fell agape and eyes wide as all you could do was just take it. The pain weaseled itself under your skin and settled deep like barbed wire before trying to yank back out as the vamp drained you of your blood.

The feeling was uncanny.

Past the vamp, you could see that the beautiful sunrise has finished its display and now the morning sun dominates the sky, shining down on you like rays of warm amber. It sizzles in the far, far distance but still singes your skin with its blistering heat, only adding more insult to injury.

Muffled voices and slick swipes of mud are blocked from your ears as the sounds of sickening slurps and hungry grunts emit up your jaw and into your eardrums.

The wet heat between you and your attacker provided even more sticky humidity to coat your skin under a shrink-wrapped layer of cloth. So when the body is torn off of you and the harsh rays of the morning sun settle upon you, you can almost feel steam roll of your skin.

A brush of wind blew past you and you felt it card through your locks of damp hair as it provided a fresh blast of air. It was enough to settle your nerves enough after the vamp has been torn off of you. But it relaxes you too much as your knees land into the mud beneath you before you can stop yourself.

In the midst of an unfortunate mix of thick, salty air around you, the feeling of cool mud seeping through your jeans is yet another thing that helps to soothe you. It sends little chills up your body and you start to feel colder than you should.

“-hear me? Hey-.”

You let your hands settle into the mud next, but only one hand feels the sensation. Why can’t you feel the mud?

You dig your fingers in further, just enough to wiggle them under the muck, hoping to spike even a hint of feeling in your tips.

But nothing.

What’s up with that?

Your shoulders slack, and- wait, how long have your eyes been closed?

“-to me! Stay with-.”

The recent memory of a firm hand on your shoulder sends a reminder wave of pain through your upper body and causes your teeth to grit.

Oh yeah.

Fucker shattered your shoulder.

Your sharp intake of air stretched your lungs past their capacity, almost shocking you back to the present. The noise around you fades back in and you peel your eyes open.

Sticky mud has sucked you under its skin and you pull back out of it with a ‘smuck’. This motion starkly heightened the throbbing pain in your shoulder that hasn’t stopped screaming at you. You drag your head up just enough to see that Dean is nowhere to be found and Sam is fighting a vamp. You assume they’ve been at it for a minute because mud cakes the side of Sam's body like icing. You recognize the vamp as the one who latched its fangs under your ear.

Sharp slams of feet pull your attention behind you and Dean reappears from the inside of the trailer and aims at Sam.

Dean is quick to aid Sam and soon enough, you watch the vamps head fall into the slop.

When did it get so cold?

Sam hurries towards your swaying form that’s crumbling into itself in the messy grass. You sat back between your heels and shoulders slack, holding yourself up only by the way your posture is bent.

Sam grabs the sides of your face, fixing your gaze onto him. He’s speaking- saying a lot.

Nothing he says settles into your ears yet though.

The pretty sun shines down on you, blinding and warm.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he assures like there’s no other answer. His voice sounds pretty when it’s desperate and full of love.

So, so pretty.

“Dean, they’ve lost a lot of blood,” Sam calls back to his brother, heart in his throat.

“So cold,” you grunt out, trying to find any way to lean your torso so that your shoulder doesn’t hang with such ache.

“Shit,” Sam mumbles to himself, holding a cloth to your neck and brushing some hair out of your face. Dean stumbles over to the scene, blood sprayed across his face matches the splatter of mud across Sam’s.

“Can you hear me?” Dean pats at your face, using a soft pet name to try and coo you back to yourself.

“Sh-shoulder,” you grumble, your face pinched at the tedious pain.

“Let me just take a look,” Dean’s voice is gruff and filled with worry but you can tell he’s doing his best to use his ‘hurt Sammy’ voice.

You feel the cloth peel back, exposing the pierced skin. You hiss at the lack of pressure, revitalizing the itching sting in your wound but a warm ooze settles over the itching just enough to take it down just a notch.

“Okay, okay,” Dean settles the cloth back over your wound and Sam keeps you steady. “It’s not pretty, but it’s not too bad, okay?” Dean says, his eyes lasering into your own. “Just stay awake, okay? You gotta stay awake,” he insists, nodding to show that there’s no other choice. You don’t respond but you think he can tell you’ve been listening. “We need to get them outta here,” Dean finished, standing and surveying the surrounding area.

“C’mon, honey, I’ve gotchyou,” Sam hums, snaking his arm around and under your own arms, holding you close. The sudden rise of your body makes your vision blacken for a moment followed by a flood of heavy pressure against your eardrums. “I’ve gotchya,” he repeats, waiting patiently for you to adjust to the minimal altitude.

As your vision blurs back into colorful place, Sam begins to lead you to the rumble of the incoming Impala.

Damn, Dean was fast.

Sam continues to mumble soft assurances and sturdy words into your ear as you two approach the vehicle.

Sam guides you into the back seat and follows behind.

“You still with us?” Dean looks back to make sure you’re awake before taking off back to the motel.

“‘M head hurts,” you whimper, leaning into Sam.

“It’s the bloodloss, honey, you’ll be okay,” Sam kisses the top of your head that must be disgusting at this point, sweaty, frizzy, and muddy.

“My shoulder too,” you’re starting to find your voice again and that makes Dean's shoulders lighten in relief.

“Yeah, it looked dislocated.”

“God, that’s what that feels like?” You groan, trying to sit up a bit in hopes that a different position will help the dry throb behind your skull.

“Yeah, and it won’t be great goin’ back in either,” Dean scoffs with a tight smirk, trying to gauge just how present you are. Sam gives Dean a sharp look of warning.

“Don’t worry about that right now, love, just focus on staying awake for me,” Sam pushes some damp hair out of your face, keeping soft eyes in you.

He hates to see you like this. It’s like a punch to the gut, keeping him breathless and aching. He just wants you to be better- happy and safe and painless.

The soft hum of the engine brought you down a bit, soothing you like a loving whisper. It held you close and consistently sang its soft tune as the tires brought you closer to your destination. But what exactly was your destination?

“Am I-, are we going to a hospital?” You ask, feeling a wave of nausea coarse through your stomach. You hate hospitals.

Sam locked eyes with Dean in the rear view but this went unnoticed by you. Ideally, yes, you would go to a hospital but this isn’t ideal. The motel was closer and there was no use in worrying you farther, so Sam settled on a simple, “No, honey, we’re gonna fix you up at the motel, no need for a hospital.”

You found comfort in his words and the anxiety started to settle enough to ease your nausea. The pain still snaked from your shoulder and your neck throbbed around its gash.

There’s no way the motel was this close, but you’re already being led out of the Impala by Sam and back towards your room.

The heat of the Florida morning ripples over your clammy skin and causes a wave of heat to tickle up your spine, but once you pass the doorway of your shared motel room, the cool air settles onto your skin and settles your temperature back into place.

Sam sits you into the bed as Dean gets the necessary items to clean you up. Sam peels back the cloth on your neck and the quick smile he flashes lets you know that things really would be okay and he wasn’t just trying to make you feel better.

“The bleeding has stopped, it looks good, sweetheart,” Sam nods softly, the fire in his eyes warming the exhausted ice in yours. You smile weakly at him. “You’re covered in mud, we really should get you cleaned up before patching you up,” Sam places the dirty cloth off to the side.

“Should take care of that shoulder first though,” Dean interrupts and a soft wince could be seen under his stony exterior. You knew it was coming, but the reality of it was sickening.

“Yeah, he’s right,” Sam agrees and you could see his hesitation.

“Js’ get it over with,” you mumble weakly.

Dean sighs and steps forward, positioning you just right to line up your throbbing bone back against its socket. “One… two-,” he shoves the joint back into place before he gets to three and you let out a strangled cry, sucking in a deep breath at the sudden stab back into place.

“Fuck!” You huff, glaring up at him, “what the hell?” You rub your shoulder, your chest rattled with your voice. Dean smiles proudly with a shrug, glad you seemed to be getting your energy back from the lack of blood.

“Go shower, your highness, you both look awful,” Dean scoffs lightly, headed towards the fridge that only housed a recently bought 6-pack.

“You’re one to talk,” Sam joked back lightly, helping you stand again. Even if you were getting some energy back, you’re still quite dizzy and disoriented. “C’mon, love,” Sam's hand rests on your lower back, guiding you to the shower that you both very much needed- you just didn’t want to outwardly admit it to the smug man who winks at Sam as Sam follows you in to the bathroom.

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━╋ BETTING, PART FOUR

summary: in which y/n y/l/n falls for the wrong guy, who turns out to have just bet on her. 4/4

mark estapa makes a bet that y/n will fall for him, for a great price of $100 from his friend, adam fantilli.

stranger to lover to enemies to lovers.

pairings: mark estapa x fem!reader

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her.

That very night Y/N found herself being driven to the airport by Quinn. Dylan had originally offered to go home with her to Florida, but she didn’t want to take away from his time at the lake house. Quinn, bring the soft spoken, and caring person he was, not once tried convincing her to stay. He knew she needed time. Time to process everything, knowing the guy she had loved only saw her as an opportunity for some quick cash.

The ride to the airport was completely silent besides the quite hum of the wind outside, and the occasional sniffle from Y/N.

Quinn kept his eyes fixated on the road ahead of him, every so often looking towards Y/N with worried eyes. He didn’t speak, neither of them did, they sat there in silence. Quinn wasn’t sure there was anything he could say to make her feel better.

him.

Mark sat around the bonfire head in hands as Adam, and Ethan tried to comfort him. Adam’s on about how it was just a bet, and it wasn’t like he actually liked her, and this pushed him over the emotional edge, “I did! I fucking love her Adam, and you’ve fucking ruined it.”

Adam looked towards him with a look of shock on his features. Mark loved Y/N? This had been completely new information for not only Adam, but everyone sitting around the fire. Besides Dylan, of course. Dylan had seen the way Mark had looked at his friend, and it wasn’t just a ‘friend’ way.

Mark had stood up, and began pacing. Dylan is the first to speak as everyone else around him sat in shock. “You’ve got to give her time, she’s going to need it, but you’ve got to make it up to her.”

Mark knew he was right. Y/N was the best thing to have had happened to him in a long time, and me needed to make it right.

The rest of the weeks of being at the lake house had passed. Mark had decided waiting until Y/N, and himself were back at school was the best decision.

He wanted to give the girl time to process what had happened. He knew he owed her that if nothing else. Y/N had spent the rest of her summer in Florida, with her mom. Her mom knew little about what had went down in Michigan, all she knew was that Y/N had come home early due to a situation at the lake house. She hadn’t pried to get information from her only daughter, seeing that she was in distress when she had arrived back at home.

Y/N wasn’t too sure about returning back to school, seeing as she knew she’d have to see Mark. She ended up sucking it up, after a very long discussion with her mom about how important finishing school is. While her mother didn’t know much about what happened at the lake house, she knew it couldn’t affect her school experience.

So, when the time came, and school started back up, she went. As much as she didn’t want to see Mark, Y/N loved school, and wasn’t going to let a guy effect that. She avoided her friends like a plague, attending her classes, and going straight to her dorm. She stopped going to parties, and group hangouts.

She occasionally talked to Dylan, but for the most part, no one had heard from her. So when Ethan had reached out, asking to meet her at a local coffee shop, she was utterly confused.

Though, she decided to go anyways. Oh how she wish she hadn’t. Agreeing to meet Ethan Edwards at an off campus cafe was truly her worst mistake ever. When she walked into the cafe, the cool air from inside hiting her briefly. As she looked towards the table Ethan had said he was sat at she was met with Mark. As soon as their eyes met, she turned around to walk away, “Wait!”

She didn’t turn around, only coming face to face with Mark when he grabbed her wrist, turning her around to face him. It had felt like the lake house all over again for her. She didn’t cry, all she could do was stare at him. Mark let her wrist go, before clearing his throat. He was tense, Y/N could tell that just by looking at him.

“Listen, i know this is shitty, using my bestfriend to get you to speak to me. I know you probably hate me, and truthfully i wouldn’t blame you, but i need you to know that i love you. The bet was nothing to me once i realized i was falling for you. I should’ve told you, i know. I’m sorry i didn’t, but i want to fix this, i want to fix us.”

Y/N looked at him utterly dumbfounded, Mark loved her? Her eyes scanned his for any hint of a joke. His eyes held a look of sincere emotion, as he waited for her to say something. “Listen Mark,”

He looked at her, waiting to be completely rejected by her. Of course he couldn’t blame her if she did reject him, she had every single right to, “You hurt me.”

“I know, baby.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with shock at the use of the pet name. Mark had never used the name on her before, only ever using ‘Sunny,’ or ‘Sunshine.’ She swallowed the lump of emotion that formed in her throat, “It’s not going to be an easy process to just get over what happened. You, and i both know that.”

Mark nodded at her words, a glint of hopefulness in his eyes. “I know, i don’t expect you to get over it. What i did to you was so fucking shitty, and i can’t ever forgive myself for doing that to you.”

It was Y/N’s turn to nod, “I love you, Mark. I want to get past this. All i ask from you is patience, and to never lie to me again.”

“Never again, i promise.”

And he did keep that promise.

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The man in front of her was someone she didn't recognize. And yet even after the time that had passed, his voice still elicited a response in her. "Oh uhm," she went quiet. Changing the locks had felt freeing but trying to explain it somehow made her feel guilty. And yet it was her right, right? He had made the mess, and she was cleaning it up and that meant sweeping him away as well. "They uh, someone came by and changed the locks." She raised her own keys and waved them. Wondering if he felt as awkward as she did with the conversation. "Did you just land?" The question she asked but the answer she was unsure about. If he hadn't, then he would have just been around town without her knowing. Did she even want to know?

Talia sighed as he spoke. There was no running away from him now was it? No matter how big the city was, she knew luck wouldn't be on her side in the long run. "Congratulations. And without a bride, or is there a replacement?" Her sarcasm dripped. The words were a mistake the moment they slipped from her lips and yet he couldn't take it back. "I'm... sorry. That was a bit too far. Even for me." If he brought another woman just to come back, it was not her business. This sucked. Her wall crumbled a bit when he called her name. He had no right. No right to still call her name like that. "Wait." Against better judgement she interrupted. She was stupid. Everything was dumb. The words she were about to say would only make it worse.

"I uh. You can stay... only until you find a new place."

The jingle of keys made Sirius perked up as he raised his head. The back of his shoulders tensed, the knot in his neck and back tightened as he caught sight of Talia's shoes. The lump in his throat grew as soon as his gaze trailed upwards and finally settling on her face. Talia looked fresh, glowing even despite the disdain colouring her features as she eyed him. And he looked the exact opposite - gaunt, prominent cheekbones with dark circles under his hollow hues. Sirius had envisioned this inevitable meeting over and over again in his head for the past month or so. But it seemed no words could make their way out - especially odd for someone who lived and breathed words.

"Ah. You're back."

He slowly nodded at her, reality wrapping itself around the tight tension between them. "I... uh..." he faltered, choosing his words carefully, not wanting to sound defensive nor accusatory. She had every right to change the locks, she had every right to pack his things up and move on. But why did it feel like he was being punished unnecessarily. You changed the locks and moved on. Sirius smothered those bothersome thoughts away as his own consciousness reminded himself that her moves were justified. "Well, I... tried getting in but... erm.. something wrong with my keys..." He held out his keys with a finger hooked into the keyring. They jingled before he shoved them back into his jeans pocket. Sirius made a move to stand up. His frame seemed lankier than usual having lost a significant amount of weight while they were apart.

What's his next best move? Try to find a hotel and lay in some stiff bed while he contemplated about how to move on from her while she's on the same continent? His throat had gone dry and Sirius was suddenly aware of his own cracked lips. "But yeah... I am back... for good, this time round... Erm... classes start again soon... so..." He had to announce it. She had to know. He wanted to ask whether she got his letters, his texts, the gifts, the things he had sent over but Sirius figured she must have thrown them out. "Talia," her name felt heavy when spoken out loud, especially when it was her, he was finally addressing. "I know I am the last person you want to see today. And..." he glanced back to their home... her home now... and then back to the woman. Tears had somehow stung his eyes. Goddamnit. "I... I know... erm I realise... I am no longer welcomed... here... so... uh..."

A sigh reverberated through his chest, that painful lump in his throat was back. "I... I... uh. I'll make a move," he said with resolve, pulling out his phone to call an Uber car.