#like the person that made me make it was probably just not paying attention its such a minor thing

[r0semultiverse]

I don’t know, me personally, I just think two adults playing pretend & pretending being gross together with full open communication & consent between them is harmless, but maybe that’s just me.

[playingonedchess]

its ridiculous how full the internet is of spoilt brats who seem like theyve literally never been outside and interacted with another person in their life. definitely they dont have the most basic socialisation to actually be able to function in society. its like you think what? also i hate the sort of rich brats with liqidatable assets. what do you mean your under your mid 20s and yet you own a car? unironically these sort of people ought to be institutionalised

[amazinglyashy]

hi hi~ i have a silly request if you're interested (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can i request the lads men's (pre-relationship) reaction to the reader introducing them to their boyfriend? but plot twist... its a fictional virtual boyfriend! just like the game love and deepspace LOL who would get jealous? who would have beef with a fictional man?? /JK

PS: im not sure how to say this properly but u like, write them so attractively 😵 if that makes sense, like the little quirks u give them and the dialogue, whoo weeeee 100/10!

This made me laugh because I still remember introducing my bf to my Obey Me boyfriends and kept trying to figure out which one was the most like him so he could buy me merch of them and push his personal agenda. Sadly none of them are like him, but now that I play LDS, Rafayel sure is! Thank you for the request! I had fun with this one! (And oh my gosh, that's such a compliment!! Thank you so so much, it means a lot!!)

Pre-relationship LaDS men react to your fictional game partner

Rafayel -

Who would have beef with a fictional man?

Rafayel would have beef with a fictional man.

He did not wait centuries for you, searching high and low for his lost love in every dark alley and bad idea that came across him- to lose to a bunch of pixels on a tech screen.

Truthfully, he knows it's all in good fun, and he's not completely jealous. He's actually pretty glad you found a nice outlet that helps you with relieving stress from you day to day. He knows you need it.

He's just... going to be now competing secretly with a fictional figure.

He thinks its secret.

You know what he's doing.

Why else would he be asking you what the latest event is in your game with your fictional partner, and then miraculously a week later you're receiving the very same things or experiences in reality on your day off?

He's not slick at all, and honestly, you find it pretty endearing.

But also, something you won't ever consider- is maybe he's doing those things for you, not only to make you happy, but to show you just how much attention he pays to the things you tell him about.

That's okay.

You don't need to know that part.

Zayne -

Zayne is not at all threatened by whoever this 'Jumim Hen' guy is.

Yes he is mispronouncing it on purpose. No he will not correct himself until he's gotten enough humor out of it and frustrated you enough about it.

Once that happens, he'll start pronouncing it correctly and if confronted about his change in pronunciation, he will pretend you need a wellness check and request you make an appointment with his secretary.

Smooth way to spend more time with you while subtlety calling you crazy.

He mostly does just think it's cute, though.

He will buy you food from places that might be having game events that get you special merchandise or in-game prizes, even if you don't realize there's a surprise event happening because it wasn't advertised in your game.

No, he's not weird and expects you to stop playing once the two of you start dating. He realizes it's something you enjoy a lot, and he actually finds a lot of pleasure in listening to you ramble about situations that are happening in your game.

He finds most things you do endearing.

Sylus -

You're giggling over it, that's all the matters to him.

He is rubbing the bridge of his nose though, because you had been building up to this moment for over a week and he was convinced you were going to show him an actual psychopath or something and he was going to have to figure out a way to make the man disappear without you realizing it was Sylus's doing.

He probably won't make any vague comments about how your fictional boyfriend is strangely similar to himself and that maybe you have a type.

Probably.

(He will make one per day.)

(At least.)

Once you're dating him, he has some access to your device and the game, simply so that he can reload your currency whenever you go to sleep. He doesn't want you to run out, and he knows you love playing. What else is his money good for if not for making you smile?

Doesn't understand it, but he does make mental notes of your current progress in the storyline and which characters you like. But sometimes he'll pretend to forget an important detail.

He loves hearing you babble about anything, after all.

Xavier -

He was a bit confused at first, but figured out what was going on rather quickly.

He thinks it's adorable, like when he first found out how much you love claw machines and the plushies inside of them. He doesn't see it as much different- the love interests are your plushies in the game, and your fictional partner is your favorite "plushie".

Easy.

Xavier has lowkey cosplayed your game boyfriend at least once, acting innocent about it and as if it was completely unintentional.

If you're dating by then, he lets you 'borrow' the clothes, so now you have an article from your game, but it also smells like he does. He's only allowed them back once they lose their scent.

He only accepts gratitude and payment for the favor of wearing them again in the form of snuggling with him on the couch, his arms wrapped up around you as he nuzzles into your neck.

He needs your "help" for a little bit.

It's the least you can do.

[rinnstars]

impressing you!

itoshi rin attempts to tell you he likes you in questionable ways

itoshi rin x reader : fluff, crack, use of brain rot terms, dti mentioned, super bad ending i’m so sorry idk anymore school got me, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

growing up with itoshi rin with all his personality quirks, you were pretty sure you could expect anything and everything from him - whether that be him showing up at your house at midnight without any warnings, or him wearing your hello kitty pajamas after school for ‘fun’, or even eating frozen cheese straight out of the fridge for breakfast. but nothing could prepare you for what the hell he just asked you.

“what.” one chance for him to take back, or more so one chance for you to regain back your sanity from whatever you just swore to god he asked.

“.. i asked if you’d like to play dress to impress together.. you know because youre always playing it during class.” what the hell.

maybe the world was ending, and you look outside only to now be even more dismayed that the sun is in fact shining, the sky is perfectly blue, and there was no cloud in sight. then maybe this was all a dream after spending the previous night playing games, you pinch yourself and to your horror, you do in fact feel the pain as you nip at your own hand, almost yelping to the oblivious rin sitting beside you. or maybe your eyesight is failing you and you’re seriously deluding yourself that its rin simply after being apart from him for months, you think, removing your glasses and wiping it and nope - that was in fact rin, still wearing a blank face that youre far too used to.

“do you even have a roblox account..” you were 100% sure that whatever horror games you’ve seen him play does not involve roblox and he’s probably more likely to be a discord mod than a roblox player - credited to you friending him on steam and seeing the horror of games he has bought on that app

“.. ill make one now.” and you think maybe blue lock has actually rotted rin’s mind or maybe his friends there has corrupted the rin you once knew.

and instead of spending your math class, you know paying attention and doing the work assigned, there you were at the back row playing dress to impress with itoshi rin attempting his best but clearly not dressing to impress anyone to say the least.

and maybe this is a miracle and an awakening because you were so sure since a little kid that itoshi rin, your best friend in this entire world, do not have any weakness - whether that be in sports (for obvious reasons), in arts (getting an A even though he ‘winged it’), in games (carried you in shooting games and horror games) that maybe you’ve finally discovered his achilles heels that is apparently fashion.. and handling getting humbled by kids on roblox.

“why the hell is this kid calling my outfit skibidi toilet” if anything, in your honest reaction, you’d call me something worst than that looking at the total mess of a outfit he was wearing because why the hell is he wearing two hairs at once that do not merge at all. in fact, you’d be polite to even call whatever he’s just made an outfit in the first place because it looks like he genuinely spun a wheel and picked pieces at random.

even funnier is that you can practically see rin’s ear letting out steam - clearly upset that he’s apparently not winning the top place. if anything, you think its funnier because he doesnt even rage like this playing his competitive shooting game, or when he doesnt get a good grade for his exams, or even when he drops his ice cream when you were little, only when he plays soccer and apparently dress to impress. now maybe with his ego, or whatever he said learnt at blue lock, would be able to let him score a goal (win top place with a good outfit)

however, to his dismay, and to your expectation, he in fact does not win top places, not even top 3, by the end of the hour long math lesson.

and to him, he practically just lost the first tip that bachira told him and as he quotes “if you like someone you’ve got to like have shared interest right?” and clearly and unfortunately he just cannot get into dress to impress in the same way that you just aren’t really interested in football which he completely gets. but now he’s in doubt about his own situation and by that he means the love test percentage thing he was convinced to take by again bachihara - failing at a whooping 15% that he was meant to be your soulmate. but if there’s something he’s good at, its perseverance and he will not give up just because multiple kids in the game called him skibidi toilet

and right now he thinks hes absolutely down bad and he is only proving the allegations that he really has a crush on you when hes spending time after football practice to play dress to impress. even worse, hes looking up online guides on “cheatsheets” to get outfits, entering millions of codes to unlock hidden items, spending the entire night playing this game.

and of course, its at 4:30am when you log in only to find one person playing dress to impress and youre pretty sure this is the equivalant to a sleep paralysis demon as you blink all the sleep away in your eyes to confirm the words in front of you: itoshi rin is playing dress to impress in the middle of the night. more specifically, itoshi rin who preaches about taking care of ones body by sleeping early, eating all three meals, doing yoga every single day is ruining his sleep scheuldue for a roblox game. and as all sleep deprived people do, you send him a message to confirm that its in fact him and not a hacker.

chat

you: r u playing dti or have u not logged out of dti since class 😭😭

rin: playing

you: R U ACTLLY INTO DRESS TO IMPRESS… who r u impressing 🙏🏻🙏🏻

rin: you

and you feel your heart stop - and not because of caffeine, or another realisation that yoive forgotten to do your work right in class or winning a lucky draw from the ice cream you share with rin. but then the realisation hits and youre now instead let down because of course sleep deprived him would say such words that unfortunately made your heart pump because of all the years you’ve known him, you know that whenever he doesnt sleep well, he always becomes a different person, spouting nonsense about everything and anything as all the logic that he’s so used to melts away from his brain. and so you without thinking close your phone and leave itoshi rin on read.

and maybe its even worse that when you wake up, you realise rin sends you the number of stars he’s collected over his overnight grind that’s somehow more than the amount you’ve gathered throughout the weeks of playing dress to impress and even funnier because he’s clearly texting the wrong person.

chat

rin: (1 attachement)

rin: is this a good rank bachiara

rin: should i check if mine n y/n’s soulmate on that love website increased

you: shld be 100%

rin: from 15%?

you: i’m more accurate than it btw r u still on dti

rin: ?

rin: oh ignore

you: no lets play tgt actlly vote me 5* i need to have more stars than u

and you can’t wait to go to math class to play dress to impress with rin at the back of the class (spoiler alert: he won all the rounds somehow) now dating (he gives you five stars)

[blueteller]

You know... I often think about the fact that out of all events in TCF? Rescuing Raon was the most important.

It wasn't just because Cale got himself a "Draco Ex Machina" at his side that could use OP magic at his convenience. He could have used tools or Rosalyn's magic instead, at the beginning at least. We saw how he planned ahead and used an enchanted tool to make Taylor and Cage invisible to sneak them into the capital.

It wasn't just because through Raon, Cale was able to make connection with Eruhaben and later Sheritt and many other Dragons. They were important for their victory, but Cale could have gotten in contact with them through other ways – Pendrick, for example.

It wasn't just because Raon could detect things like dead mana or magical traps and disguises – even if Rosalyn wouldn't be able to, Cale would have probably figured out Alberu's connection to Dark Elves sooner or later. He already had suspicions about "a secret to his birth" before Raon mentioned the dyed hair.

Yes, those thing mattered, don't get me wrong. But, out of all the changes Cale made after his transmigration – saving Raon was the event that truly changed the whole game... not for the world, but for Cale himself.

Raon was, in many instances, the pushing force behind Cale's motivation to participate in various events. Slacker life? Cale's wishful thinking. But the motivation to actively get people involved – like Mary, for example. Raon was the one who cheered Cale on, kept him company through everything, especially the tough times. Raon was the one who, along with On and Hong, melted Cale's heart the fastest, getting this stubborn, traumatized man to admit they were "family". It's not that he wouldn't be a good man doing good things without Raon; but without Raon he would be in a lot more denial (even more than he already is!!) about why he is doing such things.

Raon represents everything Cale loves about his new life. The joy, the hope for the future, the curiosity and enthusiasm. Yes Cale often acts tired of (or freaks out over) Raon's antics or pretends to ignore him. But in the end... he never actually does. Cale never stops paying attention to him or tells him to go away.

Raon was the one who truly "got under his skin", so to speak. Cale wholeheartedly trusts and respects Raon. Of course, Raon is still a child under his protection... The reason why Cale always insisted on him staying hidden, throughout most of their adventures. I remember the moment Cale got the Dragon Blood Drinking Crown, and his first reaction was "let's throw this away/destroy it". The utter repulsion towards anything that could be a danger to Raon, despite how potentially useful such an artifact could be, logic be damned. Or that moment when they met the White Star for the first time, the villain telling Cale how he would kill the child and feed his heart to him – how Cale outwardly showed terror for the first time in the whole novel, instantly hugging Raon close to him and activating the shield to its fullest.

That's what really gets to me, you know? Raon's protectiveness for Cale is so obvious, but Cale is just as protective of him in return. I truly believe that while all relationships that Cale had shaped him as a person (just like the God of Death stated in his letter to him), the relationship between Cale and Raon is one that shaped them both in equal measure on both sides.

This relationship between them feels like fate, and that's no accident.

Changing Raon's fate was fundamental for saving the world, yes. But it equally important for Cale's own growth. An event which happened right at the beginning on the story, shaped the course of the entire future.

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. “ CUTE PLUSHIE BUT KISS ME INSTEAD ! ”

you brought a custom made plushie online that looks like him, they found you holding it and peppering it with kisses.

character/s : umemiya hajime , togame jo , kaji ren , sakura haruka , suo hayato & tomiyama choji

warning/s : none me thinks just kisses , lowercase intended , ooc characters

word count : 100+ each

note : i added choji :3 and also i’m still having a hard time figuring out their personalities!?$!')$") also im working on the other reqs !

꒰ the request 𖦹 masterlist 𖦹 wbk masterlist ꒱

umemiya hajime — 125 words

i think he’s fine with it, a small version of him and what’s more better that its a plushie! he probably has a few plushies too. ( you give some of your plushies to him so he can look at them and remember you )

will definitely grab your attention by snatching it quickly away from you, putting it on the highest furniture he has on the rooftop, going beside you clinging on you.

“ why kiss the plushie, when i’m here right in front of youuu ” he whined a pout visible on his face, wrapping both of his arms around you pulling you closer.

you laughed at what he said as you two looked at each other while you smiled softly before kissing both of his cheeks.

togame jo — 103 words

when you showed him the stuffed toy he was surprised since it looks accurate enough that you can tell it was togame.

he wouldn’t be jealous because that’s literally himself but plushie version. BUT if he sees you kiss the plushie when he’s literally right there, right beside you he’ll snatch that plushie real fast.

bro will even smile sarcastically at you while he places the plushie beside him. “ kiss him when i’m not here. ” he said referring to the plushie as you laugh nodding replying with a " yes boss " before he hums in satisfaction giving you a quick kiss on your lips.

kaji ren — 107 words

he was stunned when he saw you with a plushie on your hands what's more shocking that it looks like him.

you probably have been waiting for him too long when he noticed that you’re giving kisses on the stuffed toy. he would get jealous because why is the plushie receiving kisses and not him??

to get your attention he would offer you one of his lollipops and for you to also place down the plushie and pay attention to him ( the trick worked ) and just like that your full attention is on him, forgetting about the plushie but you will definitely sleep with it beside you.

sakura haruka — 156 words

just like kaji, he's stunned when he finds you holding a plushie that looks like him.

sakura wouldn't be the type to admit he’s jealous. ( he doesn't have to admit it you can distinguish it whether he’s angry, happy or lying. )

he would try to get your attention but would change his mind and just keep quiet beside you and side eye how you kiss the plushie nonstop. it took him a minute as he leaned back, putting a hand on his face before he snatched the plushie away from you.

“ i’m right in front of you, if you wanna kiss me everywhere in my face you could've just told me. ” he said quietly, blush adorning his face.

the plushie is forgotten, pulling him closer that you're able to kiss him on his forehead. he still has a pout on his lips yet you ignored it still peppering him with kisses until your heart is satisfied!

suo hayato — 130 words

find it adorable when he finds you holding a plushie that looks like him. he won’t be jealous but he would pretend that he’s wounded that you would rather kiss a plushie that looks like him than kiss him.

“ oh, you will prefer a cute little plushie that looks like me than the real thing? ” he said in a hurt tone which made you roll your eyes.

after that, the plushie was left on the table as you peppered him with kisses as you stopped and looked at him “ there, are you happy now? ” you asked with a huff which made suo chuckle.

“ of course, i am. i should pay you back with kisses too. ” he said with a smile, making you shock when he kissed you on your lips.

tomiyama choji — 146 words

when he found you holding a plushie that looks like him he was jumping in happiness. he probably wants a plushie like that but the plushie should look like you.

if he saw you peppering the plushie with kisses he will have a pout on his lips, arms crossed in front of him and that’s enough to make you notice him.

of course, that made you ignore the plushie as you opened your arms which he gladly took as a sign to come closer. his arms wrapped around your waist as you cupped both of his cheeks finding him adorable as you gave him kisses.

“ if you keep making me wait too long the plushie will all get the kisses! ” you jokingly said making choji eyebrows furrowed for a while but he still smiled after. “ nuh uh, all of the kisses are mine! kiss me instead! ”

date posted : 070724

[redr0sewrites]

HIYYAAA if it's not too much to ask I wanted to request if you could write Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, Vox and Val having an S/o with weather based powers, like their emotions can influence the weather. Thanks <3

YESSSSSS OFC! I LOVE THIS IDEA SM I LITERALLY SQUEALED WHEN I SAW IT IN MY INBOX HEHE

🥀Cw: none really, mostly fluff, a bit of omplied smut in vals part but what do u expect

Adam

adam is not the most self aware, so it takes him a while to realize that your emotions coinciding with the weather are not just some cosmic coincidence

it strikes him as odd that whenever the two of you argue, the weather in heaven is always particularly nasty, but he doesn't bring it up because he thinks its an idiotic theory

when you eventually explain your powers to him he has the biggest AHA moment ever

honestly adam loves your powers and finds them to be so interesting. he was the first man after all, he was one of the first few to navigate earth's tumultuous weather patterns. seeing you control the weather and watching how it reflects your emotions is genuinely intriguing to him, and adam brags about your powers to others ALL the time

seriously though, adam is always yapping about how he has the most powerful partner and how you're powers are so unique. he genuinely admires you so much and wants everyone else to see you the same way

your powers are useful when it comes to arguments because adam is not the most self aware person, and he tends to not realize when you're upset until you actually flip out

even when you're not upset with him, adam makes sure to do his best to calm you down when he notices the weather being particularly wild

if anyone ever gives you shit about your powers, know that adam will be the first in line to punch them in the face. he knows you can't control your emotions sometimes and never blames wild weather on you

i think adams the type to enjoy warmer weather, and he always cracks the biggest smile when the weather miraculously turns to his favorite type when you're on a date together

definitely loves beach days with you, and the fact that you can make it permanently sunny is so enticing for him

Lucifer

still pissed they took the yellow font away from me

honestly luci is such a sweetie when it comes to your powers. he probably picked up on them pretty quickly considering how powerful you are, but he didn't want to be nosy so he waited until you mentioned your powers to ask questions.

he definitely did have a lot of adorable questions, and was very intrigued about the fact that your emotions were the catalyst that controlled your powers.

after learning that piece of information, he starts paying attention to the weather more often. even before he's dating you, luci will call you to ask how your doing when ever he sees the weather going haywire. he's learned to prepare himself for any weather misfortunes that occur, and always comforts you when you're feeling down

lucifer is quite attentive even without your powers revealing your emotions, and he will often be able to calm you down before the weather even takes a turn for the worse

he would never want to weaponize your powers or use them in any way because he knows how closely linked they are to your emotions. howeeeeeeveeeerrrr, he does admire you when you stand up for yourself with your powers and will definitely cheer you on from the sidelines as you kick ass with the weather without even standing up

lucifers favorite weather is snow!!!! on your guys' first year anniversary, you made it snow inside your shared bedroom as a gift and luci nearly CRIES. he hasn't seen snow in years bc, yk, its hell, not very snowy weather, so the fact that you put in so much effort to make his favorite weather for him honestly makes him feel so appreciated

after that he might ask you to make it snow more often, and he loves cuddling up with you with hot cocoa to watch a cheesy movie while pretty smowflakes fall all around you both

Alastor

alastor would be intrigued by your powers to say the least. he's quick to figure out what they are, and would probably be drawn to you solely because you're so powerful. in fact he'd probably either try to use you for your power or challenge you and be petty, but over time he found himself growing a soft spot not only for your weather powers, but for you

i love al but he definitely saw u as an asset at first, in fact he was probably a bit intimidated and irritated by the spontaneity of your powers, but also very intrigued by your raw ability. he probably found himself attracted to your power more than anything at first, but once he got to know you, alastor began to see you as more than an asset and as a genuine friend, and that feeling continued to grow into something alastor was very unfamiliar with.

alastor probably picked up on your feelings towards him from your powers, and the fact that flowers would literally bloom whenever he was around. it definitely improved his confidence about his feelings and he'd probably pester you a bit into admitting your feelings for him. to your shock he reciprocates, and soon you become hells greatest power couple

alastor sees it as a weakness when someone wears their heart on their sleeve and is very emotional, so he will be very protective of you when your emotions are running rampant and the weather is reflecting that

he does NOT want people to know about your powers because he wouldn't want other sinners to try to hurt you, influence you, or use you to get to him

he'd definitely help you to master them and control them better, and would probably keep track of what each form of weather means and how it correlates to each of your emotions

honestly al loves your powers, and is so intuitive about when you're getting upset. i think he's the type to enjoy rainy weather, so he loves when you make it rain. while he rarely sleeps, once he trusts you enough some nights he'll ask you to make it rain at nightime because the soothing noise helps him sleep

Vox

vox understands that sometimes sinners aren't always happy about the powers and forms they receive in death- for goodness sake, he literally lost his head and has to deal with having a literal television as a head, so he understands it if you struggle with your powers

vox would encourage you to use your power, in fact he would probably love to see you electrocute your enemies or blow them away, vox is entranced by power and would be even more attracted to you if you were powerful

loves when you make it storm during alastors broadcasts so the radio is always staticy and cutting out, it always makes him giggle

it took vox a while to notice your powers, but once you fully explain them, he has LOTS of questions

hes a bit worried about your rain and his TV head at first, after all electronics and weather don't often mix, so he makes sure to waterproof himself and any technology you migh be around

(theres something so poetic about him falling in love with someone who holds the power to dismantle his entire technological empire and destroy his existence- ok i'll stop yapping)

vox doesn't go out very often, but when he does, his favorite weather is warm weather but with a nice cool breeze.

vox would use you for weather forecasts and people often wonder how he's always so accurate! little do they know about his sweet darling controlling the weather for him!

sometimes vox will text you in the morning with a goofy guess on what the weather will be today, something crazy like "the sky will be green" and lo and behold, when he opens his curtains, the sky is green and he is very, very surprised

Valentino

very enticed by your powers to say the least

your beautiful, smart, and powerful? sign him up!

would probably ask you to film in some of his pornos and would use your powers for kink-related uses, such as like a mild electrocution kink (lightning) or waterboarding (rain, etc) or something like that

this oblivious man would probably not notice your powers AT ALL until you explain them to him, he's honestly so clueless but he finds them interesting regardless!!!

valentino is not the most aware of other people's emotions and he can be oblivious sometimes, so the weather is a great gauge of your emotions

he immediately knows when your horny bc he's memorized the weather patterns when you giys have sex.... u hear sum?

he likes teasing you and then hearing thunder boom outside

val loves that his partner is powerful, and loves showing you off and showing off your powers. he's absolutely supporting your right and wrongs

valentino loves hot weather, it gives him an excuse to wear lowkey scandalous clothing so he loves when you make the weather very hot

he assumes you have more control over your powers than you actually do sometimes, and will be surprised when the weather starts acting up as your trying to stay calm

for example, val will tease you by sending you a dirty picture of himself or flashing you a glimpse of his lingerie under his coat and will snicker endlessly when the entire room starts to heat up as the weather suddenly grows uncomfortably hot

sometimes when he's pissed at one or both of the other vees, he'll hve you cause a storm in their offices/rooms just for shits and giggles

SORRY THIS REQ TOOK 500 YEARS ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES <\\3 i have never written for valentino before so im sorry his is so short😭 im trying my best yall BUTTTT ANYWAYS EXPECT SOME MORE WRITING STUFFS BC IM OFF SCHOOL FOR THIS WEEK

[r0-boat]

Whb Kings when you're sad

You are sobbing in your room absolutely unconsolable and all you wish to do is be alone Even with all the demons trying to cheer you up you are still crying and sniffling. Now it's up to the kings What do they do?

Satan

Busting down your door tearing it off its hinges he sees you're crying face. The man is steaming with wrath. Plowing down demons that got in his way to get to you, clenching his fists So hard his fingernails are making his palms bleed. But still even when he feels like he's going to tear someone's lungs out and eat them right in front of them He gently tilts your face up to have you look at him and he says with glowing red eyes staring deep into yours "Who did this?"

He doesn't even know why you're crying He just knows that someone is going to pay. It don't matter if it's a person or not tearing that shit apart. The first name you hear from your lips will be getting punched.

Mammon

His heart is pounding in his chest The moment he found out how sad you were today, Who knew this was an urgent matter that needs his immediate attention. He will also instantly believe that it's his fault. So he will shower you with everything. Overwhelming you with random and sporadic gifts, wrapped in silk ribbons and gold foil every time he presents you with a gift He will place it right next to you and give you a kiss. Part of him absolutely pains him to leave you alone like this but he cannot bear to see you red with tears of sadness.

Leviathan

Someone is dying. And they are dying a slow and painful death. If you want he could even bring you the head of whoever made you cry. You will probably notice that He probably will not tease you as much today since he's afraid he might make you worse. Levi also gets a little gentler as well as getting extremely protective.

Levi is a mix of Mammon and Satan, but he blames everybody else. And he will throw hands at anyone who even looks at you wrong. And he'll shower you with presents but doesn't know how to do it, so gently place it behind you without even looking at you with a note that says "stop being sad. It's making me angry...please."

Beelzebub

Like a puppy who sees that his master is sad and tries to smother you in as much love and affection as humanly possible. He knows that when he is sad he eats so he brings you your favorite food. Beel's love language is just company So if you're sad he isn't leaving your side even for a moment somehow he becomes even more of a velcro demon.

Lucifer

The first time he saw you crying he thought you were hurt and he tried to heal you He looked extremely concerned as he asked where were you bleeding.

Lucifer believes he isn't very good with human emotion But he's actually extremely helpful. he is a good listener and he will provide his ear, as well as his opinions if you want them.

He will either validate you or ground you and he is a little blunt with them.

Belphegor

He will grab you take you into his bed and make you cuddle against him petting your hair until you fall asleep into his chest. Sometimes all you need is just silence and cuddling. Sometimes all someone needs is just some sleep.

Crying is a huge waste of energy but it's not all bad because once you get it all out you won't be sad anymore. And despite the hassle the least he can do is be a shoulder to cry on and listen to whatever is troubling you before the two of you cuddle together and sleep.

[chocochozi]

Liquid Courage.

Pairing: Drunk! Adult! Itoshi Rin x Reader.

Contains: gn!reader, time skip! Rin, jealous Rin, fluff, drunk confession

The club was filled with the mixed scents of sweat, smoke, and spilled alcohol, creating a heavy and hazy atmosphere. The music thumped loudly, reverberating through the walls and making conversation between people difficult, and the room was dark, with only a few colored lights, Rin was sitting on the high chair at the front bar as he sips on his 5th bottle this night.

His other hand rubbed his temples, setting aside the bottle and reaching for his phone.

He bit the inside of his cheek, as his finger tip hover above your contact number. Rin has always been against the idea of giving you nicknames, he thinks its unnecessary.

He clicked his tongue and pressed the call button. A few rings in and he heard your voice. It was a bit hoarse, you probably just woke up. After all, it was almost 2:30.

"[Name]? c–can you pick me up?" Rin slurred his words.

"W- huh? Where even are you?"

"Clu- Hic Club."

"Send me your location." You dropped the call and hurriedly got out of your bed, slipping into some pants and a decent top. You open your phone and looked at the location Rin had sent. You grabbed your keys and drove to the club.

Upon entering the club, the loud music assaulted your senses as the heavy beat of the bass made it feel like your heart was in sync with the music. Neon and colorful lights would flash across the room, casting a strange glow on the crowd of people dancing and chatting on the dance floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere as you make your way through the crowd to find Rin.

As you scan the crowded bar, your eyes fall on your friend, the dark haired man was sitting on a high chair at the front bar, looking completely intoxicated. His movements are slow and disoriented, and his speech is slurred as he open his wallet to pay the bartender. It's clear that he had one too many. You made your way to his stool and grabbed his wallet from his hands paying the bartender instead.

"Jeez, how many bottles did you have?" You sigh, looking at Rin's disheveled appearance. His once-perfect hair was now messy and tousled, and his face was flushed with redness from the alcohol.

"You know what? forget i even ask." You carefully put his other arms around your shoulder, guiding him as he stumbles, murmuring somethings you can't understand.

"Let's get you home, yeah?"

Finally, after coming across a few sweaty bodies, you got out of the club, and walked to your car but not without struggling. You do have a drunk person arms around your shoulders. You helped Rin seat at the passenger seat, careful not to hit his head at the process. After, you closed the door and sat on the drivers seat. You looked at Rin his eyes half-closed, his movements sluggish and gawky. His hand was covering his face as he leans on the seat.

"You rarely get wasted, what happened?" You placed your hand on the wheel.

The raven haired man took his hand off his face, his words were slurred and difficult to understand, but he attempted to explain why he had become so intoxicated. "I... I just needed to relax," he said, his voice sounding thick and slow. "Had a long day, just wanted to take the edge off."

You hummed.

Rin's usual aloof demeanor was replaced with a hint of possessiveness as he brought up Isagi in the conversation. His words were still sluggish and his gestures more exaggerated than usual. "Isagi..." he muttered, grabbing your attention. A frown marring his features. "Are you two...?" He paused, hiccuping slightly before continuing, "together or something?" He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your expression.

"Huh? why did you get that idea?" You raised a brow, intrigued by his question.

He had seen the way you interacted with Isagi, the subtle smiles and intimate glances that were often exchanged between the two of you. In his drunken state, these cues were seen as evidence of a deeper connection, leading him to believe that you and Isagi were involved romantically. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to your relationship than he realized, and the alcohol fueled his suspicions further. "You've been spending a lot of time together lately. I couldn't help but notice. You seem...close."

You scoff, "Well, of course? we are friends after all."

You glanced at him. "What's going on with you Rin? you seemed awfully persistent to know everything about me and Isagi recently."

"Im jealous."

You eyes widened. Was that a confession or what? "What do you mean?"

"B'cause im jealous..the way you look at him, speak to him, laugh with him, you guy's haven't even known each other longer than we have.." He lets out a frustrated noise, brushing his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, it‐ Hic it's 'cause i like you."

"What?" You turned to your body to the side to face him, unsure how to react to his drunken confession.

"Too many question.." Rin's movements were clumsy and uncoordinated as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, causing you to almost hit your head on the window behind you. Still, you melted to the kiss. It was sloppy and unpracticed, as he was clearly too drunk to control his motions. However, even in his inebriated state, there was a certain tenderness to his actions, a desperate longing that hinted at deeper feelings. As the kiss continued, Rin's body grew heavier, his movements slowing until he finally slackened and passed out in your arms, his head resting heavily on your shoulder.

"What am i gonna do with you?" You gently guided him back to the passenger seat and reclinined it, but not too far back. You placed a blanket that you folded to create a make shift pillow and propped it below his head.

With Rin passed out in the passenger seat, you take control of the wheel and start driving towards his place. The city lights flash by as you navigate the empty streets, the silence in the car only occasionally broken by Rin's soft snores. You steal glances at him from time to time, a mix of concern and affection in your eyes. His head is leaned back against the blanket you folded, his lips slightly parted, and his body slumped over. It's a quiet and peaceful moment, a stark contrast to the drunken chaos from earlier.

You finally arrive at Rin's place and you cut the engine, the car falling silent as you both sit in the dark. You turn to Rin and see he's still passed out next to you. You shake him gently, trying to wake him up, but he just grumbles and slumps further down in his seat. With another sigh, you reach over and rummage through his pockets, searching for his keys. After a few moments, you finally find them, hidden deep in his jacket pocket. With the keys in hand, you exit the car and open the passenger door, bracing yourself to help Rin out.

You put one hand on his shoulder and shake him gently. "Rin," you say, your voice quiet in the silence of the night. "Wake up. We're home." Rin groans and stirs slightly, opening his eyes just a crack. He looks up at you, his gaze bleary and disoriented, but he manages to mumble something incomprehensible. You reach out and loop his arm around your shoulder, helping him to stand unsteady on his feet. He stumbles against you, his weight heavy on your frame as you begin the slow process of getting him inside.

You guide Rin through the darkened house to his bedroom, his body slumped heavily against yours. He mutters unintelligible words as you half-drag, half-walk him down the hallway until you reach his bedroom. You open the door and help Rin collapse onto the bed, his body immediately sinking into the mattress. He's barely awake, his eyes fluttering shut as he mumbles something incoherent. You can see the exhaustion written on his face, the effects of the alcohol taking a toll on his body.

You straighten up and prepare to leave the room, intending to let Rin sleep off the effects of the alcohol. However, as you start to turn away, you feel Rin's hand grab your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong despite his drunken state. "Wait..." he slurs, "Stay."

You hesitate for a moment, taken aback by Rin's sudden request. His eyes are half-lidded, the alcohol dulling his usual sharpness, but there's a pleading look in his gaze that makes it impossible to deny him. "I..." you start, your voice quiet in the darkened room, but Rin's grip on your wrist tightens. "Please." he mumbles, his voice rough and soft. "Please stay."

You look down at him, taking in the sight of the normally composed Rin, now reduced to a drunken mess, pleading for your presence. His tousled hair, his rumpled clothing, the vulnerability in his eyes - it's all so far removed from the Rin you know, and something within you softens at the sight. You sigh, giving in, and nod slowly.

"Okay," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I'll stay." Rin's grip on your wrist loosens, his hand falling back to his side as he closes his eyes, a small satisfied smile appearing on his face.

── .✦

Rin woke up to the unwelcomed sight of sunlight streaming through his window and a throbbing headache. He groaned, his hand coming up to rub his temples as he tried to recall the events of the previous night. But the memories were hazy and disjointed, fragments of conversation and blurry images that refused to come together into a cohesive whole. As his mind slowly began to clear, he found himself puzzled by the sight of you sleeping next to him in his bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows, wincing as the movement sent a wave of nausea through him. His gaze fixed on you, taking in the sight of you sleeping peacefully, your hair unkempt and features lax in sleep. A thousand questions ran through his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. Why were you here? How had you ended up in bed with him? And more importantly, what had happened between the two of you last night?

You stir awake, the sunlight streaming through the curtains assaulting your eyes. You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and notice Rin lying next to you, his face twisted in pain from the after-effects of his hangover. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and surprise, his eyes hazy from the alcohol still lingering in his system. As you stretch and reach for the bedside table, Rin speaks up. "Why...why were you in bed with me?" he croaks, his voice rough.

You pause in your movements, your hand hovering over the small bottle of asprin you prepared last night before sleeping. You look over at Rin, meeting his gaze, and notice the confusion etched on his face. "You asked me to stay," you reply softly, your voice still groggy with sleep. "You didn't want to be alone."

Rin's brow furrows as he tries to recall the events of the previous night, but the memories remain elusive. He rubs his temples, wincing as the headache persists. "I did?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nod, unscrewing the lid of the aspirin bottle and shaking out two tablets onto your palm. You hold them out to Rin, and grabbed a water bottle placed on the night stand, offering them to him. "You were pretty drunk," you explain, watching as he takes the aspirin and swallows them followed by drinking the water.

Rin's eyes widen slightly as bits and pieces of the previous night slowly begin to resurface. He can vaguely recall stumbling through the house, supported by your body, and mumbling something before collapsing on the bed. "And you agreed?" he asks, his voice still hoarse.

You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "You were being really persistent, and you looked pretty pathetic," you tease, "I couldn't just leave you on your own like that."

"Well.." You cleared your throat, attracting Rin's attention.

"And, you did..kind've confessed."

Rin's eyes widen in surprise as your words sink in, his memory of the night before starting to come back to him in fragments and pieces. "confessed?" his cheeks reddening as he looks up at you.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, you did," you say, recalling the messy and uncoordinated kiss he had drunkenly planted on you. "And you also kissed me."

Rin's face reddens further, his eyes dropping to the bedsheet as he struggles to process this information. "I...did?" he mumbles, his voice low. "I don't even remember doing that."

You can't help but chuckle softly, finding his reaction endearing. You reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I don't think you were thinking straight."

Rin nods slowly, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He fiddles with the bedsheet, avoiding your gaze, as he processes the new information. "I'm so sorry," he mutters, his voice full of remorse. "I didn't mean to...to do that. I don't know what I was thinking..."

You shake your head, dispelling his fears with a gentle smile. "Hey, it's okay," you reassure him. "You weren't yourself. I understand. It's not a big deal." You smile at Rin, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm not mad," you affirm, your voice warm with reassurance. "And...I didn't mind the kiss. I like you, Rin. I have for a while now."

Rin's breath hitches at your words, his eyes widening in surprise. He looks at you, the disbelief and hope visible on his face. "You do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Really?"

"Really. And who doesn't?" You chuckled.

── .♡

── .✦── .✦── .✦── .✦── .✦──

"So, Rin, there's a rumor circulating around that you're in a serious relationship. Any comment on that?" the interviewer asks.

"That's true. I'm in a relationship. We've been together for a while now."

The audience gasps in surprise, and the shocked interviewer scrambles to find something else to say. "That's...quite a revelation. Care to share how you two met?"

"We've known each other for a long time before we even got together, its just.." A small smile graced Rin's lips, recalling the things you said that he did that night. "well, one of us had the courage to confess and here we are now."

── .♡── .♡── .♡── .♡── .♡──

[garciaasfluffypen]

it sounds like music to me

pairing: jemily x fem!reader word count: 3.4k warnings: reader is a bit bratty, SMUT. minors dni. top!emily, bottom!jj, switch!reader, fingering, pussy licking, based off of this ask and a little bit of this ask a/n: i hope its okay i mushed these two asks together!! also, as much as we love older jj and older em, i couldn't not do baby faced jj and em. i mean, look at them

emily and jj knew it would be hard to find a third person for their relationship, but didn’t expect it to be this hard.

they had been searching for just about a year but had been coming up short. the first girl was only in town for the summer, the second got jealous too easily. the third didn’t understand that jj and emily were a package deal, and the fourth only wanted emily. they had tried app after app but couldn’t get anyone who understood it was both of them or none of them. that seemed to be the hardest part, not knowing what they were going to get. if they were going to get someone who understood, or someone who they would have to coach through every step of the way. sure, they found the occasional gem, but there was always someone who was nice. was just what they were looking for.

they weren’t sure what they had expected when emily took a gig at the local dive bar, but they found themselves meeting up with some of their queer friends for dinner, drinks and according to the flier, “a fun night of entertainment!”. jj had never been one for singing, she had always preferred to do the behind the scenes stuff for emily. emily was the voice, the talent of the two of them. she was the one who was plastered all over social media, the one getting all the views. it could have been the reason some of the people found them attractive, now that she was thinking about it. It could very well have been the reason the girls were attracted to them. but she didn’t really mind, as long as she had a good time.

but they hadn’t met you yet.

you were the local musician for hire, typically playing guitar wherever you could. it wasn’t the best little side gig ever, but it got you the money to put food on the table. you had been doing the gigs you could pick up along with serving and bartending when you could. most of the money went to the bills you had to pay on your shitty studio apartment just outside of dc, but whatever you made from your gigs was what got you from paycheck to paycheck. you typically made enough to get through the week, but this week you were struggling. your car broke down and the bar was closed for renovations, meaning you were relying on yours serving tips to get you through this week. thankfully, there were some extra open mics going on this week that were desperately looking for a guitarist. and you just happened to be free.

which was probably how you found yourself at the dive bar at nine pm, sitting on a stage and playing along with people as they either sang their little hearts out or were very clearly drunk and looking for attention. the main act wasn’t going on until ten, and you knew that they most likely got more than you did, but you didn’t care. you simply were here to join in on the fun and maybe get laid. it was win win for you, unless you went home empty handed. then it was a win lose. but you were having fun, you got free drinks since you were providing the entertainment and it was interesting to see the different people and how they acted when they had alcohol in their system. every little bit you were whisked into different songs that didn’t have a backing track, and when you weren’t needed you could go sit at the bar and enjoy it. they had given you a flat fee for the night anyway, so it wasn’t like you needed to stay up on the stage.

you had noticed a group of women staring at you all night, and you one hundred percent were playing into it, but didn’t know much beyond that. every time they pointed at you or looked in your direction, you would wave or wink or do something that would make the blonde one giggle. she had been on her phone for most of the night so you weren’t sure what her game was, but you were only on the clock for another half hour before you could sit back, relax and enjoy whatever was going on after the little community singing night. you debated going to sit with the blonde and her friends, but figured something was going on with them since they kept looking towards the door. it probably wasn’t meant to be, anyway. you rarely found girls that were into the stuff you were into.

but that’s when you noticed them.

emily prentiss, or as you had begun to call her, one of the hottest people you had ever seen on social media, ever. you had heard rumors that she and her girlfriend were looking for a third, but knew the chances were slim to none that you’d ever run into them. however, it looked like luck was on your side as you watched them walk through the bar and head over to the group of girls who were eyeing you all night. you downed your beer, heading over to the dj and asking if you could play a quick song before they switched the stage over. if you had any chance to get with her, tonight was that night. you had enough alcohol in your system to give you the kick you needed to play the song you wrote inspired by her, so why not give it a chance?

emily’s eyes caught yours as you sang on the stage, the notes effortlessly flowing from the guitar in your hands. she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing as she looked over to you, then back at jj, who had somehow started talking to the bar manager within the past five minutes. all the thoughts in her head disappeared as she listened to you sing, mesmerized by the tone of your voice and how the words came out of your mouth in ways she could never comprehend. she couldn’t help but notice the lyrics resembled a girl who sounded suspiciously like her, but shrugged it off, considering there were a lot of brown haired brown eyed girls out there.

“em?”

“sorry, what was that?”

“i was asking if you were set, since we soundchecked earlier today.”

“yeah, we should be good.”

“are you okay?” jj looked up at her. “you don’t have to-”

“no, i just saw a pretty girl, the one on stage.”

“hm?” jj turned around, looking up at the stage. “oh wow, she is pretty.”

“do you think…?”

“if you want to try, we can try. but by the looks of it, i think pen has been scheming all night.”

emily chuckled as she saw the blonde heading over to the bar, seemingly ordering a cup of whatever you had been drinking. considering penelope had told the two that she had seen someone they might be interested in, it was easy to put two and two together. she really hoped that the girl up on stage was the girl pen had her eyes on all night.

before she knew it, the stage had been switched for her set and she was whisked into the world of music, momentarily forgetting her whole plan of getting you to come home with her and jj. however, penelope did not forget and beckoned you over the second she saw you were free. you got pulled into a conversation with her and the three other women at the table, all of whom seemed to be friends with jj and emily. you noticed that jj was very timid and quiet, very unlike emily. but you had come to find out it was pretty easy to fall for the people who were total opposites of you, so you presumed that was the dynamic they had going on. you got along with them very well during the night, and got even more free drinks out of it. plus, you got to see emily perform as well. jj slipped away a few times to take videos for social media, smiling proudly as her girlfriend sang her songs.

after emily’s set was over, she made her way over to her friends, guitar bag hanging over her back. she set it down and slipped right into the conversation, taking a second to register you sitting at the table. you were pretty tipsy by now, borderline drunk, and you knew if you didn’t go home with emily and jj you’d be going home with someone else on one of your dating apps. the night could go one of two ways, and you really hoped it would go the way you wanted it to go. the older woman, who you learned was a therapist named tara, tapped out around midnight since she had clients in the morning. penelope and the shorter girl, kate, followed shortly after, mumbling something about needing to get enough rest before heading into work. which meant you were left with emily and jj. alone.

“you play guitar, yeah?”

“i do.” you nodded, taking another peanut from the cup on the table. “been playing since i was ten. my dad taught me.”

“any other instruments?"

“nah,” you started, smirking. “i probably could learn more though, i’ve been told i’m good with my fingers.”

you knew flirting with people was risky, but you figured it was worth a shot considering how emily had looked at you when you were singing earlier. a jolt went through your body as emily’s eyes darkened, and jj’s face became covered in a layer of blush. your intentions were clearly known now, and both girls in front of you looked at each other in silent agreement before jj got up to go close their tab. within minutes, you were shoving a ten dollar bill into the tip jar for the bartenders to split and following jj to the car where emily was waiting for you. the ride back to their place wasn’t horribly long, but the tension was palpable. emily had her hands on you before you could even get into the front door, pulling at the fabric of your shirt to get you inside.

“is this okay?”

“yes. very okay.” you nodded breathlessly. “i’m yours.”

you were lightly pushed onto the couch, both emily and jj coming to sit by you. jj started running her hands through your hair as emily bought you in for a kiss, her lips setting your body on fire as she kissed you. jj’s hand wandered down to your torso, finding its way under your shirt as she started placing kisses on your neck. you sighed contently as your hands moved to emily’s front, blindly reaching at the buttons on her blouse in an effort to get them off. emily wordlessly shrugged the blouse off, breaking the kiss momentarily so jj could get your shirt off. jj turned your face so you were facing her, softly kissing you. her kiss was different than emily’s was, and it sent a different wave of energy through you. it was much softer and had a little bit of restraint behind it, but not enough where it would deter anyone. you cupped her cheek as an effort to get her to kiss you harder, your other hand grabbing one of emily’s hands and placing it on your breast.

emily maneuvered herself so she was on the floor between you and jj, expertly sliding your bra off and placing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth. a moan escaped you as your head fell back at the pleasure coursing through your veins, both emily and jj consuming you wholly. carefully, emily laid you down on the couch and spread your legs apart, letting jj hover over you and take your other breast in her mouth. emliy started placing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your center, but never close enough to give you that relief. your hips buckled up as jj placed herself on your lap, placing kisses on your chest as emily continued to torture you slowly. your hands clutched at jj’s hips as you pulled her close, hands eventually making their way up her back and getting her as close as you possibly could. eventually, jj lightly tapped at your shoulder as she expertly maneuvered herself behind you, pulling you to her chest as she slotted you in between her legs.

the dynamic stood out to you like a sore thumb, and it was hot as hell. you could almost see the visible switch in jj’s eyes as she crawled behind you, ready to do whatever it was emily told her. you didn’t feel yourself switching that easily, the need to be bossed around with pushback was too strong tonight. it could have been the alcohol, it could have been the fact that the last guy you had sex with was vanilla as they came. you needed to be a brat, and you needed it now.

“open your legs all the way, baby.” emily looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“make me.”

her eyebrows shot up. “make you?”

“make me.”

emily let out a chuckle as she went to pull your legs the rest of the way apart, a smirk playing on her face as you resisted. you felt jj dig her face into your shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips as she watched the way emily reacted to you. they hadn’t had anyone who challenged her like this, it was a nice change. and to be quite honest, it was hot. jj had never had the balls to challenge her girlfriend, submitting to her relatively quickly. but there was something about having someone who could challenge her that made her think that you would be a permanent addition. jj’s hand wandered over your torso as she started placing kisses on your shoulders, pushing your hair out of her way with her free hand. she wrapped it around her palm, lightly pulling your hair to move your head back, making room for her to place kisses on your neck. emily’s fingers danced dangerously close to your center, and suddenly they weren’t. you whined, kicking your feet a little bit as you stared at her.

“you need to earn it, y/n, can you do that?”

you smirked. “you two gonna make it worth my while?”

“oh i’ll do more than that.”

emily pulled you up, flipping you over so you were facing jj. wordlessly, she guided your head to jj’s chest. you knew exactly what she wanted you to do, and you decided to play along. you were needy and horny and desperately needed to cum. you took one of jj’s breasts in your mouth, smirking to yourself as a moan fell from her lips. the hand that wasn’t holding yourself up started exploring the skin that had been exposed, playing around the baby blue band of her underwear. emily’s hand went to rub at your ass, massaging it as your knees slowly spread across the couch cushions to make room for emily to reach where you wanted her the most.

“make jj cum and i’ll think about letting you cum after her.”

“roger roger, captain.”

you made your way down jj’s torso, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as you looked up at her for consent. as she nodded, you slowly pulled the cotton off her hips, throwing them somewhere on the floor with the rest of the clothes that had been discarded haphazardly. as soon as your mouth hit her center, her hips buckled up to reach your mouth. as you ate jj out, you saw emily walk around to where jj had shifted to lay on the couch, propping herself over jj’s face. while your view was mostly blocked of jj, you had the perfect view of emily as she rode her girlfriend’s face. jj, who was caught in complete ecstasy, clutched at emily’s thighs as your tongue got faster and faster. between jj’s reactions and emily moaning, you could practically feel the wetness dripping down your legs. as you inserted a finger into jj’s center, you saw emily shake with pleasure as she came for the first time that night. she pulled herself off of jj’s face, brushing some hair out of the way as she bent down to kiss the blonde. seconds later, jj clenched around you as a loud moan escaped her, her arm flying to cover her eyes as her back arched. she flopped back down as she came down from her high, you slowly slipping your fingers out as to not startle her.

emily quietly walked behind you and put herself between your legs, her fingers finally touching you where you needed it the most. a groan fell from your lips as you fell forward onto jj’s shoulder, letting her run her hand through your hair as emily finger fucked you. the noises that were falling from your mouth were unholy, as were the sounds filling the room. jj went back to massaging your breasts and placing kisses over your skin, her free hand ghosting over your arm.

“only good girls get to cum, have you been good?”

“fu- emily please!”

her fingers slowed down. “have you been good?”

“y-yes! please i- i’m so close.”

“have you… been good?”

“i-i’ve been good please!” you begged, breaths becoming ragged. “emily please!”

emily quickened her pace again, watching with a smirk on her face as the orgasm you so strongly needed snuck up on you. your body exploded as you let yourself go, the release you had been longing for all night flowing through your veins while jj and emily helped you through it. jj pulled you into her arms as emily pulled out of you, padding away somewhere you weren’t sure where she was going. jj placed a kiss on the top of your head as emily came back, cup of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. robes were draped over her arm, setting them down on the coffee table as she began the aftercare you needed. you chugged half of the water while emily cleaned you up, being careful not to hit your sensitive areas that would cause you to flinch. she cleaned up jj next, placing a small kiss on top of her hair and rubbing her cheek lovingly. you shimmied off jj’s lap to make room for emily, shoving yourself into the farthest corner of the couch you could muster without curling into a ball. emily pulled you back over to where they were, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek.

“you did such a good job, angel, you really did.” emily smiled at you. “what else can we do for you?”

“what do you mean?”

“we don’t expect you to leave, y/n. aftercare is important.” jj piped up from the couch. “stay the night, let us take care of you.”

“i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“nonsense.” emily gave you a stern look. “stay. it’s way too late for you to be driving anyway.”

“oh i uh… i didn’t drive to the bar. i figured i’d be drinking so i just ubered.”

jj smirked. “she’s pretty and smart?”

“mm, debatable on smart.” you chuckled. “but i appreciate the compliment.”

“will you stay? at least until the morning. i don’t want you ubering this late.” emily looked at you with those big chocolate brown eyes.

“okay fi-ine” you jokingly sighed. “i’ll stay. as long as i get to sleep somewhere comfortable i’ll be fine.”

“then we’ll show you the way to the bedroom.”

you opened your mouth to decline the offer to sleep in bed with them, but emily held up a hand and gave you a stern look. you held

your hands up in surrender, knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight her on it. she helped both you and jj up, letting you put on one of the robes before leading you both to the bedroom.

“do what you need to do in the bathroom, love, we’ll be here when you’re done.”

you turned to emily. “thank you, a lot. and you’re sure i’m not intruding?”

“i promise.” she smiled at you. “now go do your stuff and come cuddle.”

“yes ma’am.”

[jealousofmydreams]

Indulgences of the beast II

Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.

warnings : {dubcon, drowning, suffocation, forced infidelity, breathplay, 18+}

a/n : please read part one before reading this one. i have not watched the show, only saw one too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. might write another part but as a bonus chapter but i'm not sure yet.

ACT IV

She managed to get through the first stone arch, past the tower and the church. Now, she just needed to get to the second building, where their personal quarters were.

Her thoughts were filled with doubts but there wasn't time to linger on them as she finally entered the quarters. Her heart gradually slowed down from their rapid palpation. She made her steps as quiet as possible and stuck close to the wall.

She could only hope she wouldn't encounter anyone.

However, as if her worries were meant to come to life, just as she turned into a corner, she ran into someone.

She flailed back and tripped on her own feet. Before she could stumble even more, she was held back by a strong arm.

They held her close to their chest and her fingers tightly gripped the cloth on instinct.

It took her a moment until she realized what had happened, and looked up at the person holding her.

The person she saw, was the last person she wanted to see, Father Charlie.

His face was grim. The furrow of his brows and his pursed lips were a contrast to the usual kind expression he wore. This was the second time she had seen this expression, and she didn't like that it was yet again pointed at her.

"I'm sorry Father, I didn't see where I was going," she tried to move away, slightly pushing at his chest when she felt resistance. 

Even at her persistence, he did not let her go.

Through the dim hallway, candles wax dripped as they hung up the walls of the corridor. The candles provided enough light where she could confirm his strong gaze was indeed directed at her.  

She whispered his name this time, hoping he could come to his bearing.

"What nightly affairs keeps you up at night," he whipered her name softly at the end. She froze and he took the chance to rest his other hand on her lower back.

Her mind wandered to where she had been minutes ago, but surely, he couldn't have seen her. She barely managed to make it through the quarters even with her rapid pace, how he could have seen her and been here at the same time ?

A quick excuse was on the tip of her tongue, "Late night prayers seem to be one. They are a great comfort to me," she hastily said.

"Prayers that couldn't wait until the next day? Surely even the lord would appreciate a moment of rest," before she could retort back, he spoke again, letting her go but grabbing her by the arm instead. "Come along, if you insist on praying, I shall assist you under these trying times,"

Her feet glided along the floor, she tried to yank her arm back, but his fingers were like claws.

She started to stammer, "Father Charlie, please, I apologize," by then, she could feel the panic overwhelming her. But he acted as if he didn't hear her.

"Please, I should go back to my dwelling, m-my worries have been put to rest," she kept pleading. She wasn't familiar with the corridor she was in anymore.

She did not belong in this area nor within his arms reach, she knew that much now.

She even considered screaming but the panic had her throat closing up. 

By his luck, he managed to drag her along until he came to his chamber. He was quick to push her inside and closed the door shut.

He faced the door while she faced him.

She wanted to melt away, back in the shadows where she was nobody and nothing could hurt her.

Instead, she was forced to face him.

Through her confusion earlier, she wasn't paying much attention to him, but she realized now that Father Charlie was unstable.

He was breathing heavily, and the hand that had long let her go, kept clenching and unclenching as if the muscles in his hand were straining.

She wanted to speak, the words kept forming yet stuck in the back of her throat.

He turned around before she could act.

He had a stern look and she trembled momentarily. She didn't know what to do under his stare.

A moment passed where neither of them moved. She kept fidgeting while he kept staring at her.

With a deep sigh, he approached her.

She flinched just as his hand reached her.

"Sit," even as his hands trembled at her visible rejection, he gestured to the chair leaning against the wall.

She took a hard gulp, which was heard in the small confine of his room.

A man's chamber was not where she belonged, especially not of Father Charlie.

Charlie moved as if everything was normal. He went to the large cross hanging up on his wall. He touched the familiar figure's feet with his right hand then touched his forehead followed by both his shoulders before finally letting his fingers rest on his lips.

When he turned around, he looked at her expectantly. "Won't you pray, sister," he raised his eyebrows. But she remained as stiff as always.

Seeing her shivers in fear, he dragged a hand over his mouth.

With wide steps, he crossed over to her and descended on his knees. The sight made her eyes widen. She tried to rise up but he held both her arms and forced her back into the seat. "I did say I'll help you," he looked at her intently and she almost forgot to exhale.

Gently, he placed a palm on the top of her head and brought it in a bowing motion. Then his fingertips slide down her forehead to lightly press on her eyelids.

Even with her eyes closed, her lids trembled.

"Let us pray," he murmured.

It felt wrong. The way he spoke, the way he held her, was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, repeated over and over in her head.

His own head bowed and he slowly leaned it against hers. She could feel his body heat and the gentle caresses of his disheveled hair on her forehead.

She nervously rolled her ankles when he took hold of her hands again.

"Divine above, I seek your light and love. Cleanse my mind, body, and soul of any negativity or burdens I carry. Purify my thoughts and intentions, and fill me with peace and clarity. Help me release what no longer serves me, and guide me toward healing..."

She tried to follow his words but the anxiety gripped her tightly. It seemed he was aware of it as his prayers trailed off.

"What bothers you, sister," he spoke yet he didn't lift his head. Instead, he moved his head slightly until his cheek rested on her own, the skin he touched tingling until she was practically shivering.

She stopped breathing as the warnings were blaring in her head now.

"Please let me go," she begged.

How long had he wanted to hear her beg for him, how sweetly she did yet her words felt like a knife twisting in his pounding heart.

A dark chuckle left past his lips until he was full on laughing, one of his hands slapping his crouched thighs.

Before she could react, he gripped her jaw. His fingers digging in the skin.

"Let you go?! I haven't even had you, yet you try to escape from my embrace?" he snarled before getting up.

He pointed a finger in her face, loose strands of his hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes sharp. "You think I don't know, about the letters, that damm tree, I should of cut off his limbs the second he touched you," his face flushed red.

He kept pacing back and forth yet she could only react to his words.

He knew, oh God he knew, that's all she could think about.

"No, no look at me, at me," he gripped her cheeks forcing her lips to pucker. His eyes glanced down at them.

Her swollen lips bitten raw by another man.

With a growl, he licked the sensitive skin, not kissing her just biting and pulling the skin, lapping up until they dripped of his own spit. Red from his own lips and teeth.

When he pulled away both were panting. Her eyes were wide in shock and his were dark. He finally caved in and had a taste of what he always wanted. He couldn't let her go now

She fought to get up of the chair but he forced her down.

"Stop, please," the cries resonated but his fingers did not stop.

He hooked one finger in her mouth and another under her tongue. He pinched her tongue and said her name once. Stern and quiet and she froze. Tears clung to her lashes as she looked in his somber eyes.

He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, as if he was soothing her.

"It's okay, everything is okay, I'm sorry I scared you," His words were meant to be comforting but his actions weren't.

He slowly stroked the side of her face, trying to reassure her. It briefly worked until one of his fingertip slipped under her high collar and touched her flesh.

Before she could react, he pulled at the cloth on her neck. He opened the buttons of her habit, one by one. Tugging and pulling but never ripping.

She sat quivering in the seat, too afraid to move or speak. Every time she tried to speak, she only managed to stutter before she swallowed her words. Embarrassed of her own weakness.

Charlie kept praying to her, the prayers he spoke sounded almost like curses.

He got in her face when she looked away. Tilting his head down, he forced her to look him with a nudge of his fingertip on her chin.

His fingertip felt like stone, a simple touch forcing her still. She couldn't move and could barely find herself to breath.

Everytime he approached her, she kept flinching, afraid.

As he used her frozen form to his advantage, he managed to unbutton half of her habit.

His eyes, which kept flickering between her eyes, with a yearning she could not understand, glanced down at her chest.

His sharp intake of breath broke her haze.

Under her buttoned up robe, her corset peaked through. The tightly wound fabric pushed up against her breasts and the laces crossed over until it was in a perfect bow.

His eyes clouded over, his mouth salivating.

He didn't even unbutton the rest of it before he ripped the robe with his hand. Buttons ripped free, some dangling by a tread. Her loud gasp covered up by the ripping.

His trembling hands shook as they hovered over her spilling breasts. He crouched over her, like a beast preparing to savor his meal, curving his body until she could feel the heat of his body.

The dry gulp he managed to push down irritated his throat even more. But beside his thirst, a surge of rage pulsed through him.

"Does he love you," he muttered, teeth nearly biting her lips from how close he was when he spoke.

He pulled the laces that held her waist in shape. Her mouth fell open as she felt the air leave her lungs. He opened his mouth above hers, breathing her in, panting along with her. Her eyes clouded over in tears, her lungs straining as he ripped the air from her lungs.

Even through the haze, she could understand the words he spoke.

The former nun believed sacrificing her beliefs was the only form of love she could give him. She knew she loved him, and she hoped the same of him.

Yet doubts crept in. They had long resided inside of her. The missed letters, his absences at their rendezvous, his lack of eagerness when they did meet.

However, before she could ponder more, Charlie spoke, almost sneering as he fed into her doubts.

"God loves you, and as a servant of God, it is my duty to do the same," his own eyes were rimmed red with anguish. She could feel the light brush of his lips as he spoke.

He ravaged her mouth moments ago, but could not bring himself to kiss her.

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks which he gracefully licked and sucked until her cheeks bruised.

"How could I praise the lord, w-with my viles acts, he would not forgive me..." 

He pressed his nose into her cheek, his hands cupping the curves of her breasts over the bustier. They were tempted to creep up and touch the flesh but he resisted.

"Then I'll be your Lord, praise me, worship me and I'll have you just as you are," as he spoke, he forced her on her feet.

He ripped the rest of her robe, revealing the tight corset. The loose straps flowing down her arms as her chest heaved. The skirt she wore remained clasped tightly on her hips, but even then, she felt as if she was being devoured her by his eyes.

Charlie could not bring himself to admire her, afraid that if he lost himself in her now, everything will be in vain.

He yanked his own collar and unbuttoned his habit. When she took this chance to push him, he merely stopped and forced her forward, in the corner of his room.

The corner held a basin filled with holy water. The same basin where he had buried his face in, hoping it would cleanse him of his sins after striking his own back raw.

She whimpered as he held one arm under her breasts forcing her lungs to contract while the other one lifted her face by her cheeks, forcing her to look at herself in the small mirror he kept.

She kept squirming when the heat of his naked chest dug into her back, momentarily making her dizzy.

He buried his nose in her cheek slowly dragging it in her hairline. Smelling her until she filled his lungs and he breathed her out.

"Please, please," when he felt her struggle again, his fingers wound around the laces and with one yank of his hand, tightened her corset and pulled until she couldn't breath. Her mouth fell open and the veins on her throat made his teeth ache.

He trailed his tongue over it, tracing it before sucking lightly. He could feel her gasps yet he could not find it in himself to let go.

Even her choking face was beautiful.

"It's okay it's okay, I'm right here" even though she pleaded to be released, he only comforted her, acting as if her pleads were of needs.

He would of kept her in his embrace if she hadn't let out a wail, his hand quick to force itself between her teeth.

She bite furiously, her teeth breaking his skin yet he took it as if she was marking him as her own.

However, a sudden exasperation grew inside of him.

She just kept denying him, his dark impulse took over.

With a swift movement, he bent her over, forcing his thighs behind hers. He held her around her waist and forced her to lay flat with his own weight.

He only stopped lowering her when her hands slapped the wall as she hung over the basin sink. Her face close to the water. She let out a cry, which he paid no mind.

He made sure to situate her before going on his knees. He clasped both her ankles in one of his hand, forcing her to keep the position.

Using her delirious state to his advantage, he used his other hand to lift the bottom of her skirt until he forced it to scrunch up on her lower back.

The position had her opening herself up to him completely.

What was presented before him was beyond anything even heaven could offer. The thin undergarment was soaked, the dark patch in the middle had him panting.

With an inhale, he pressed his nose in her covered hole. The damp fabric emitting her scent and lightly wetting his nose.

He pulled back only to use his free hand to move one cheek, watching as the fabric moved until it settled between her slit.

He did the same with the other until the thin fabric was curving over her sex.

Her bulge made him feel parched. He could faintly see the shape of her lips and the swollen clit above it.

He carefully pinched the lingerie before tugging the tight cloth over her clit, making her jump and hiccup.

However, it did not seem she will let him have his way.

She tried to kick back at him with her feet.

Charlie would of let her continue to struggle. If only she hadn’t tried to bang her weak fist into the wall, surely to wake up the clergy next door.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He was quick to command her back under his thumb, "Naughty naughty girl," he crept up her back, curving himself in her spine and held her fist. She hung her head and cried quietly. Her pleads returning.

However, Charlie's patience ran thin.

He gently caressed the back of her head, placing one final kiss on her hair before pushing her head in the basin.

Forcing her to drink the holy water drenched in his sins while he went to drink from his between her legs.

Undisturbed, he went back on his knees and lifted her until her feet rested on his thighs. He angled her enough to keep her head submerged in the holy water.

With a gentle smile, he was quick to kiss her fat mound. Illiciting a twitch which shuddered through her whole body, her toes digging into his skin.

He moaned happily at the ache she caused.

He dragged one of her foot in his palm until it was over his crotch. The pain she caused him, only turned to pleasure.

She wiggled her feet but he was stronger, forcing his hand down on her foot, keeping it on his aching length.

Charlie was slowly losing his sanity, her scent an intoxicating fragrance.

He peeled open the fabric and salivated when her arousal clung to it.

With a rough tug, he dragged her underwear to her thighs, too impatient to take it off completely.

With her bending over, it took no effort to peer though her sensitive parts.

Her glistening lips a warm welcome compared to her cold touch.

He let out a light breath, the warm air hitting her cunt which made her hips temble.

He could of admired her until dawn emerged, but his tongue hung heavy in his mouth, his throat dry.

He looked straight at her tight hole and tilted his chin until he could spit on it. He watched as his spit slid from her aching core until it almost dripped on the floor.

He caught the hanging spit with his tongue and brought it back to her pussy, memorizing her with his tongue.

Her choking sounds turning high pitched as he felt the curves of her lips and the ridges and bumps. His nose poked though her tight hole where he breathed her in with a satisfied inhale, his chin now soaked with her arousal.

He moaned at her essence before he nudged and cuddled up to her curls above.

Taking a moment to come back to his bearing before he pulled away, plunging his tongue in her tight hole again, the primary source of his longing.

With her constants turning, her skirt that had rested on her lower back slowly fell over his head like a veil.

Charlie remained unchanged, he poked and licked and sucked. One hand held her ankle while the other one gripped her foot under his palm, keeping her balanced on his cock.

Her scent and the heat enveloped him. The lack of air had him momentarily dizzy, but her invading scent brought him back to see his sense. Instead, he licked her back furiously as if her cunt was his lifeline.

He considered it as his own punishment as he smothered himself with the tight enclose of her cunt and her skirt which trapped him in.

She kept flailing around, the pressure of the water and the tightness of her corset and his tongue rolling around her made her dizzy. She felt like she lost her soul. As if she were a mere doll flopping around.

He kept moaning when he felt her tighten around his tongue, dragging and tugging his flesh deeper. Wetness throbbed out of her cunt until it was all he could feel and smell.

His mind was half gone. With hooded eyes, he could barely admire the untouched hole clenching above the one he was licking.

He had the urge to kiss her there too.

However, with one push of her foot, that pressed painfully on his cock, he felt her cum.

She bucked on his face, until she lost her strength. Her arms sliding down the sink and her head dropped until she barely moved in the sink.

Charlie didn't even take a moment to breath as he got out from under her skirt. He gently caressed her legs, dragging his nails on her skin before he placed a wet kiss on her lower back.

He tugged her back to his chest when he stood up. She was panting and coughing. Holy water dripped and ran down her chest. Her eyes were rimmed red and her head lulled around. He tapped her cheeks slightly, a chuckle escaping past his lips, "Atta girl."

When she gained a moment of clarity, her face crunched up. She saw herself in the mirror and realized this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

As she started to hyperventilate, he wrapped both his warms around her and rocked her. Shushing her softly as if she was a child.

Her fingers trembled over his arms, while he rubbed his face against her damp cheek, "Its okay, darling girl, I'm right here"

She held back her hiccups, her fear mobilizing her.

He took this chance to rock each other, before turning her in his embrace when she quiet down.

She was trembling, spit running down her chin, mixing with the water. He hummed, lapping it up before knocking his nose with hers.

She wouldn't look at him, her eyes hovering over his collarbones.

His eyes nearly crossed over as his rocking slowed down. He tried to lower his face to catch her eyes but she stubbornly refused.

Only when he gripped the back of hair and forced her chin up, did their eyes meet.

"You did so good," he praised her, a gentle smile on his face as if she truly moved him.

Her lips unconsciously parted then. Instead of words only small puffs of air came out. Charlie eyed her and when a silver of pink peeked out, he seized the moment and kissed her.

He wasted no time to explore her palate with a languid sweep of his tongue, drawing a gasp from her. Her waist dipped instinctly and his grip tightened.

His naked flesh was an unwanted comfort against her cold body. But her body instinctly reached for the warmth.

He teased her with playful strokes mapping every corner of her mouth.

She felt that this kind of kiss was no different than lovemaking.

With one last stroke, he slowly pulled away, releasing her with a slow and deliberate retreat.

She met his gaze then, chest heaving.

An haze clouded over her eyes, lost on the sensations she wasn't familiar with.

Charlie scanned her face with dark eyes, his cock twitching in their tight confine as her parted lips had her tongue sticking out. She was barely aware she hasn't completely put her tongue back in after the kiss ended abruptly.

Charlie gently sucked on her tongue which was still half out of her mouth before nibbling on the tip of it, his breathing unsteady.

With a heaving chest, he held her for a moment, crushing her to his chest.

He indulged in her warmth until he wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted her up slightly. With his other hand, he yanked her skirt down. The fabric ripping before falling to tatters on the floor. Her underwear followed suit, the cloth getting dragged until they rested on her lower legs.

She was still unsteady and could barely register as she felt herself being lowered until her toes grazed the tip of his shoes.

"If you really want me to stop, just say it," her arms trembled over his broad shoulders when she gained awareness.

Without even touching her face, his eyes forced her still. They were in agony as if he was the one being tortured.

When she tried to move, her toes barely grazed his shoes before he turned his body around and pressed her back against the bed.

She blinked, frozen in place.

"I-I" before she could answer, she was silenced when he pulled at the ribbon of her corset in a hurry. He tried to tug the ribbons free but when he meet resistance, he brought both hands and ripped the corset apart.

The rough fabric pinching her skin before releasing and cold her hit her naked chest.

Her body was finally revealed under his preening eyes. Paying no mind to his throbbing hands, his gaze swept her from top to bottom then hurriedly returned to her face. His eyes were dilated and he stared down at her like a man who had gained his sanity.

He locked eyes with her before whispering, "Beautiful,"

He could practically feel the blush rise up her face from how close he was on her.

However, she didn't hold his attention for long. The sight of her breasts made his mouth water. Her nipples pebbled and practically begged to be touched.

With their unspoken wish, he pressed his face between her breasts mouthing and licking her skin.

He brought both his thumbs to flicks and tug at the erect nipple. She could only lay there and take it.

Her silent sobs shook her body. Her fingers digging into her palms, paralyzed by the sensations.

His hands were quick to wrap around hers when they picked at her own skin.

He could not let her harm herself, even though the one currently harming her the most was him.

Charlie trailed down her body, leaving open mouth kisses.

His tongue often peeked out to lick and then bite before he soothed the stinging marks. When he reached her waist, he plunged his tongue into her navel making her squirm at the discomfort.

He breathed her in and a moan slipped out when the smell of her arousal crept up to where he was.

Charlie rose up with his knees on the bed. His string of spit remained until it snapped at his new height.

He used his knees to lock her legs in as he rushed to take his own clothes off, his habit already halfway undone from earlier. He nudged his trousers to his knees, too impatient to take it off completely.

When he noticed her straining legs, trapped by her underwear. He tugged at it roughly until her underwear snapped under the weight of his strength. It pulled at her skin leaving a fresh burn until it was tatters on the bed.

Finally, when he managed to get the thick cloth off, he felt his pride blossom when she watched him, mouth agape and eyes wide, as if she saw the resurrection of the divine above.

Her gasp was loud when his cock sprung free of their confine. The tip red and angry as it bobbed freely on his stomach.

Under her watch, it twitched furiously.

She had to blink a couple of times to believe what she was seeing was real.

Felling proud and almost delighted, he slithered back on top of her.

"Look how good you are to me," he smirked while forcing her arms above her head and placed his own under, keeping her trapped under him.

He pressed kisses down her chest until they glistened with his spit. Her quiet pants overtaken by soft words he could barely discern.

"Forgive me Lord, take pity and forgive my sins. Help me release from the shackles of the beast, guide me towards you light, give me strength," when he heard her praying, a laugh slipped past his laugh.

"Tell me sweet girl, when was the last time you prayed? Do you think the Lord might forgive your sins with a single prayer," he mumbled on her sweaty skin.

His words only made her scrunch up her face, her tears flowing before disappearing in her hair.

With one last laugh, he brought one hand between their body until it was on her cunt. His open hand tapping on her sensitive parts, making her tears of pain turn into pleasure.

Her quiet whines music to his ears.

Even then, the words she thought she had forgotten, flew past her lips, as if she had never stopped praying in the first place.

However, he was quick to swallow her mouth. His tongue twisting her virtues into sins.

Slowly, he placed a finger between her slit and groaned when he felt the opening drip with her arousal.

The kiss arousing her until the sheet beneath her was slick.

He slowly twirled the thick pool of her arousal until she could visibly feel him tug the stickiness from her opening.

With a wet smack from their lips, she threw her head back and closed her legs around his waist in shame.

"You are absolutely divine," he whispered her name at the end.

His fingers gently pulled her chin down before he forced his tongue back in. His tongue touching hers before their lips met.

He explored her mouth and teased her sensitive palate.

His hand, which was holding her chin, moved to the back her head deepening the kiss, their breath mingled as the kiss became more intense.

Their tongues twisted together like vines caressing each other mouth. The obscene sound of saliva mixing echoed along side his repeated tapping on her cunt.

The violent little taps send shivers down her spine until she could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach.

When she tried to turn her head away, he gripped her chin and forced his tongue deeper.

It wasn't until his fingers gazed her clit did the coil burst and she came for the second time that night.

Her heart quickened and her moans were consumed by his mouth. He took joy in feeling the vibrations of her pleasure.

As she turned limp in his arms, he molded her to his liking. He grabbed one of her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. His hand covering her own and forced her to move along his.

Her limp hand flinching under his hold. His cock was big, hard and warm under her hand.

He bucked shamelessly in her palm and huffed in her face.

"Shit," he took their hands off, licked her palm and sucked her fingers quickly before bringing it back to his cock. The slight wetness helping him slide her hand smoothly over him.

He forced her fingers to curve until her nails traced his cock. He twitched when he felt the sensation travel down to his sack.

"Fuck, fuck, I-I can't," he dropped his head back, the muscles in his back tensing as he fell forward.

He let her hand go until he wrapped his strong arms around her and finally pressed his cock on her stomach.

All along, she felt the heat of his cock hovering over her but he didn't let it touch her until now.

He gripped her face with a hand and licked her mouth. He grinded his cock on her naked skin and whimpered.

"Ah, don't, don't," she kept whispering. Her lips dragging along the skin of his chin.

"I won't, I won't," he repeated back. Contradicting his words, he stretched her legs open, and lowered his hips until they pressed against the back of her thighs.

When they finally touched, he hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily. Their genitals pressed tightly together until he eventually moved his hips.

Humping until his cock slipped and tugged on the opening of her cunt. She whined everytime his cock dragged at her opening. When he tried to push it in, her hole tightened and his cock slapped back up and slid on her clit.

He kept doing it over and over until eventually, when she accidentally twitched, they both groaned when his cock slipped between her lips. Charlie forced down a groan as he felt a gush of wet warmth envelop his head.

She whined in his arms, the small stretch burning her untouched walls. On an instinct, Charlie mindlessly bucked his hips once and slipped in some more. His head disappearing inside of her. He only stopped when he felt resistance, even then with a nudge of his hips, he felt it break.

Which caused the woman underneath him to cry out.

He pressed light kisses on face as if he was comforting her.

"I know baby, I know," in her dazed state, his name stumbled past her swollen lips.

Charlie lazily bucked his hips as he placed himself above her, his hands on each side of her head. He started to bully his cock in, feeling her inside twist and turn as they learned his shape.

He looked down and pride surged in his chest when he watched her bleed on his cock.

"Ah there's she is, I knew she was holding out for me," he spoke to her cunt as if she was her own being. He kissed his fingertips before lightly taping her swollen clit with it.

He returned his gaze to her face and smiled proudly at her while she tried to hold in her cooes, her nails scratching at his back.

He bend down and down a nipple in his mouth. Sensually sucking and tugging her breasts until they bruised at his touch.

Gradually, as his thrusts went deeper and harder, he let his weight drop in his thrust hurling her into oblivion. He fit her perfectly, filling her completely as she mindlessly curved her back until their pelvic touched. The light pinch of his cock on her cervix had her silently scream.

He rotated his hips at the sight, a chuckle rumbling his chest.

"You are heavenly, dearest girl," his words choked her more than his cock did.

She couldn't understand what made him want her this badly, what made him go beyond despair and ruin.

Charlie forced her legs over his shoulder, before resting his arms on the bed, and under her legs to hold them. He pulled back completely before sliding back in, fucking into her sobbing cunt, cutting off her train of thoughts. She couldn't even moan probably as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He watched her with a smile, sweat dripping down his chin and landing on her chest.

He was quick to lap it up and quickened his pace, feeling her pussy milking him more and more.

His long veiny cock disappeared into her puffy lips before coming out glistening, "Oh God," she exclaimed as Charlie's nose flared in anticipation. He started to thrust with sharp and hard pounding, letting his desires out on the girl writhing under him.

"Ick," the light noise she let out had her brow srunching, and she tightly gripped his shoulders. She tried to mouth words but his pounding wouldn't let her. Smirking, he rotated his hips, his cock lodged deep and hard while his balls hung heavy against the rim of her ass.

He kissed her forehead gently and with a tender smile, shoved her with all his weight until she suffocated under the pressure of his cock and him.

His heart thundered in his chest when she abruptly cried out again as she felt his manhood graze a particularly sensitive spot near her cervix.

When he hit it again, she violently threw her head back. He was quick to press his hand on the back of her head.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, a silent scream etched on her mouth. He quickened his pace, harder and faster. Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt. Sweats dripped from every pores and his muscles burned.

His eyes shone when he saw his cock get eaten by her cunt, her cream staining the bottom of his cock.

He continued hammering her on his thick rod, stuffing and piercing the curve of her walls. He pressed both their interlocked hands on the bed and began thrusting harder.

"I can't," her words were cut off as she started to squirm under his heavy weight.

She felt her pussy twitch, her walls secured around his length as his thrust grew sloppy.

Her eyes instantly opened when she let out a loud cry, Charlie propped himself up on her as she came undone.

Her release started from deep inside her womb, all the while her vagina walls snugly gripped his cock.

With barely a graze on her clit, he dragged the release out of her, her body twisted dry.

Charlie barely managed to hold his release as he held the base of his cock.

Afraid that if he let himself go, this dream will come to an end.

She was sobbing as she realized that he refused to stop. In a haste, she bit his shoulder when he changed the height of his hips. Her head was digging into his bed as he buried himself back.

He pulled away from her sticky body and held her legs up as he watched himself melt in her.

Her expression turned into a grimace as he stayed still for a moment. Her eyes focused blindly on the ceiling until they crossed, "Fuck," she dragged out the word until he finally moved.

Her mind lost every bit of reasoning, her body ripped apart and remade to his liking with a shift of his hips. She couldn't even remember her own name or who or where she was. All she could feel was him.

Her mouth stayed open as she watched him. He brought his hands to the side of her head, latching on to bed.

He watched as her soaking wet pussy took him in, her clit now red and big, begging to be touched.

Charlie spit in the middle of them, watching as it landed perfectly where his cock and her pussy connected. His saliva was fast to merge with their wetness and faded in their moist skin.

Lost in the pressure, she held his waist and curved her back until she filled any space between them.

Biting his lips, Charlie smacked his hips hard and low. Her body moving up on the bed even when she desperately tried to hold on to him.

He held his breath as he started to pick up his pace. He tried to bring her to the edge again when he slipped out due to how damp she was.

He fussed as he grabbed his drenched cock and shoved it in her smoothly.

He clutched her ankles as her whole body shopk with every pump.

When he finally touched her clit again, her chin pushed down on her chest as she looked down at herself.

Her snag walls were tightly bount to his manhood. She was afraid he would permanently be stuck in her.

With determination, Charlie pulled away, the wet friction music to his ears. He went back in with one deep penetration.

He repeated the motions until he felt her cunt tug his cock and came unexpectedly.

His suppressed orgasm coursing through his whole body. His arms and the back of his thighs trembled form the intensity of it.

His hips kept moving until he felt like he was skinned raw.

His hoarse moans echoed in the room, his head dropping back.

As she watched him become undone, she knew than, this was only his beginning.

And her end.

ACT V

Charlie was on his knees as he listened to her quietly sob. She sat on the corner of his bed, curling in on herself.

Everytime he tried to touch her, she whined as if she was in pain.

He kneeled until eventually her sobs turned to soft sniffles. He murmured her name, approaching her slowly, before carefully laying his head in her lap. She tried to flinch back but his presence remained.

He brushed his face on her warm skin, breathing her scent, keeping it in his lungs until he was forced to exhale.

He didn't say any apologies, knowing he would mean none of them, knowing she had no need for them.

Into the quiet night, he slowly grabbed her hand and forced her hand to pet his hair. She looked back at him cautiously.

She watched as he dragged her hand on his head, petting himself. Before grabbing her other one and placing it on his cheek, their fingers interwining.

Charlie let out an affectionate sigh. Even if he manipulated her hand, it remained the same, her touch was her own.

Eventually, worn out by him, she fell asleep. Tears tracks dry on her cheeks and the fresh tears clung to her lashes.

Quietly, he maneuvered her legs until they laid on his bed. He watched her with lingering eyes.

It was still for a moment, only her stable breathing and his trailing eyes alive into the night.

Slowly, he took off his rosary from the post of his bed. He brought one of her foot and placed it on his lap. He pressed gentle kisses to each toes before he carefully wrapped the rosary on her ankle. He left one final kiss on the skin above the string of beads. 

He knew this will be the only jewellery he could ever give her.

FINAL

On the first floor in the third room of the men's quarters, sat a man.

His naked back was covered with red stripes. Huffs and puffs echoed in the room, with her name occasionally slipping past his lips.

His hand was furiously beating his cock while his other hand tightened over a piece of fabric.

The sweat building up on his broad chest made his skin itch. He tried to keep his moans at bay, however one look at the red stained cloth had him cumming in seconds.

"Ah," he brought the cloth to his nose, breathing in her scent.

That day, he had carefully cut out the mark of their first consummation from his sheet. He had carefully trimmed his sheet and stitched into a small handkerchief. The red stain and their essence were still fresh.

Everytime his yearning consumed him, he would look at it, and the very few times, he let himself smell it.

Remembering her.

[ceratedfish24]

I'm really not a ship person (nothing against shipping its just not for me usually) but something about Scott rarepairs really intrigue me

Scott rarepairs are so awesome. That’s a man who cares so deeply about those he loves and never expects to be loved back with the same caliber.

The people who he’s commonly paired with are the same people he hangs out with a lot, so they’re more inclined to be aggressive with him when not allied with him. That’s their friend! Of course they’re gonna mess with him.

The people in Scott rarepairs usually don’t talk with Scott as often, but they know his kind of humor because most of them hang out with Cleo and Gem a lot. They also tend to know from the life series that Scott is not a force to be reckoned with. That means that they have a lot of respect for Scott AND a lot of affection for people like Scott.

Something that helps is that Scott is one of the friendliest people in that social circle. I believe that myself, but I say it aloud because so many other people in that social circle have stated such, which is absolutely a testament to how pleasant Scott is to people. People are SO quick to get comfortable around Scott. Tango, Etho, Grian, Bdubs, and Skizz don’t get to talk to Scott very often, and yet they’ve all had on camera moments where they expressed how cool or sweet they find Scott to be.

“Scott’s awesome. Scott’s awesome.” - Tango during his 2nd MCC, which was at Twitchcon, when Scott found him to check on him and encourage him.

“We all need to have people we can trust no matter what’s going on. Bdubs… Scott…” - Etho during Secret Life to Cleo

“Scott is the only person on this server who I trust right now.” - Grian during Third Life

“A birthday party? That sounds- that sounds like Scott or Jimmy- no that’s Scott. Scott’s a very empathetic person.” - Bdubs answering a trivia question this past episode of the Life Series

“Smajor was this other… guy on the life series, and, every time I passed him, he’s kinda nice, and then we talked more and he’s really nice, and now I admire him, and now I like him, and now I- I really like this guy!” - Skizz on the Imp & Skizz podcast describing how he didn’t want to make connections with people for their clout when he joined Third Life, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to Scott. This is also, coincidentally, how crushes tend to develop, Skizzleman.

Scott is a very earnest and caring person, even in the life series, a death game, where that’s not particularly rewarded 100% of the time. Everybody has so much respect for Scott, both because they know that he’s a lot like Cleo and Gem and they have a lot of love and respect for Cleo and Gem and because their personal experiences with Scott have made it clear how sweet and competent he is.

I love Smajor rarepairs, because I’m not into relationships where one person is pulling all of the weight. A lot of mainstream Smajor ships reduce Scott to his relationship and let the other person have their own things going on. There tends to be a lot of focus on the other person, like they’re Scott’s whole world. Rarepairs tend to have Scott’s partner(s) treat him with reverence, which forces Scott to confront his insecurities, how he feels like he needs to earn other people’s affection.

Tango is immune to flirting, but he’s very responsive to Scott’s teasing and eager to banter with him. He doesn’t talk to Scott a lot, but he clearly really likes Scott and how earnest Scott is.

Etho absolutely thinks that Scott is incredible. You can see it in literally every single interaction they have. Etho and Scott probably talk the least out of everyone I mentioned, but I think Etho pays the most attention to Scott and has simply become endeared to him because he sees so much of Cleo and Gem in Scott.

Grian ALWAYS has a compliment for Scott. When he first met Scott, he didn’t trust Scott because “no one’s that happy”. When he learned that Scott’s just like that? Instantly loved Scott. How could you reject someone who’s clearly so happy just to spend time with you? He loves to tease Scott. I think he sees Scott as someone he can properly match wits with, what with how they both love to make short little games and are usually chaotic until they’re the least chaotic in a group and immediately become the responsible one.

Bdubs is terrified of Scott. There’s no other way to put it. Bdubs is more afraid of Scott than he is of Cleo and Gem. He commented during the fourth episode of Wild Life on how Scott is a really hard target. There was fear in his voice. He later tried to convince Tango not to go after him. He really didn’t want to upset Scott. He’s so traumatized after that game of tag. HOWEVER. Bdubs knows that Scott is a man of reason. Bdubs isn’t usually worried about attacking groups that his group is on neutral grounds with, because he knows that they’ll eventually attack him first if he doesn’t beat them to the punch. That’s how this game works. Scott doesn’t do that, and Bdubs has taken note of that and trusts that. Bdubs trusts Scott not to attack him without a reason.

Skizz? I could go on for HOURS about Skizz. Skizz has literally admitted to subconsciously treating Scott like he’s Impulse, who Skizz loves to death, who Skizz trusts when he can’t call anyone else, who Skizz kisses on the temple when they haven’t seen each other for a while. Skizz is a very kind person, but, in game, he’s not the most levelheaded person. Scott is both kind AND levelheaded, which Skizz has a lot of respect for. Scott doesn’t even have a temper to lose when it comes to verbal conversation. Hurt him or his friends and he’ll make you wish you hadn’t, sure, but words will never hurt him. I think Skizz honestly sees a lot of Impulse in Scott, whereas most people see Cleo. People compare Cleo to Scott, because they’re both petty and witty. Skizz compares Impulse to Scott because they’re both petty and survivalists. Skizz has commented many a time on how Scott is so much better than Skizz at PVP and how impressed he is that Scott can evade the entire server when they’re hunting him. Apparently, Skizz (and Impulse) thinks that Scott gives the BEST hugs. Apparently, Scott is the only person whose hugs make Skizz feel like he could fall asleep right then and there.

Another thing I’ve noticed about my favorite Smajor rarepairs is that they all love to make Scott laugh. When Tango teases Scott, it’s never about anything serious. It’s always to make Scott giggle. When he’s around Scott, Etho LOVES to do and say things that would make Cleo or Gem laugh, and they work on Scott too. It’s the “wet cat” behavior he emphasizes when he’s with Cleo and Gem, because he knows that it makes them laugh. Scott has never poked fun at Etho for being “washed up” or “a wet cat”, but he does laugh when Etho emphasizes the “lost puppy” behavior. Outside of the life series, Grian isn’t particularly interested in making Scott laugh, but he does like to impress Scott. When Grian knows Scott’s watching, he really challenges himself. I think it’s because he, himself, is very impressed with Scott. Bdubs absolutely loves to make Scott laugh. You can see it in Scott’s escape room videos. He says so many silly things just to get a reaction out of Scott. You CANNOT tell me that “Bdubs, there’s something in this room that will allow you to swim up lava” “the bed” “no, think something you can drink” “the lava” was genuine. I’m completely sure that Bdubs knew Scott meant that there was a hidden fire res potion but just wanted to be silly. Skizz LOVES Scott’s laugh. He’s said it before. Skizz loves to make Scott laugh so much. He loves hearing Scott’s laugh. It’s so giddy and full and joyous.

Maybe I’m projecting a little bit. As a lesbian, you can’t believe how grateful I am that the only traits my mother has ever asked me to find in a partner is 1) someone you can trust and 2) someone who makes you laugh. She doesn’t ask for my partner to be rich or cisgender or a man or conventionally attractive or of a certain race or religion. That’s kind of what makes me love Smajor rarepairs so much. They respect and trust Scott, and they love to make him laugh.

[ghostieyanyan]

♡~Yandere Valentine in Twisted Wonderland~♡

Yan!Twisted wonderland x mc (separated)

sorry this is a bit late but here's some of my short takes on valentines day in twisted wonderland!

Warnings: yandere, lack of proof reading (sorry), collars, pet-play, drugs, manipulation, hinting nsfw, beating someone up, dead animal, wedding, hidden camera, (if theres anything missing please do tell me)

~~~~~

Riddle

Riddle has been planning something for you before February even started, probably before new year too. He understand that he doesn't really have a nurturing touch, thanks to his mom, like the others do. But that wouldn't stop him from trying his best to make you feel special.

He'll ask you to have tea with him and if you happen to be distracted by "other matters." he doesn't mind using his unique spell and pull you around by the collar, like a dog.

"its very rude to not pay attention to the person that invited you out.."

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Trey

As a vice house warden, he understands that you'll be busy. not just Crowley giving you either impossible or pointless work, or the fact that every boy from each and every dorm are falling to their feet just for you on valentines day, hoping you'll notice them.

Trey knows he's not like some flash students here but he knows what he's good at and doesn't need to try too hard like some other desperate students.

"Hey, perfect! i made you something, your favorite, with a little personal Trey touch~ you should probably eat it all now. Before Grim does."

~~~~~

Cater

Cater is pretty good at getting your attentions. Magicless other worlder, he just has to invite you to something outside of NRC and then watch as your eyes sparkles. Kind of reminds him of a little kid that just need extra attention which he's happy to do.

He'll show you cool different places, shops and cafes. All these cool places are picture perfect and he just loves dressing up with you. from an outside eye, it almost looks like you 2 are dating~

"Perfect! Look at this! we should totally take a picture here with our treats! Say "Happy Valentines Day~!"

~~~~~

Ace

You were very confused on why Ace has been grumpy all day. you tried everything to make him feel better but nothing. You bought him food, drinks, candy from Sam's. nothing.

After the day was over, you made it back to the dorm and Ace decided to follow you back? you tried to ask him what's wrong buy he swiftly grabbed you and rush to your room!

"All day has been a pain.. everyone gawking at you. All the meaningless gifts. All of it! Tonight, you're gonna make it up to me by letting me sleep with you!"

~~~~~

Deuce

Deuce wants to turn a new leaf and doesn't want to look back at his delinquent side every again. he's a new deuce now, a student that's just trying to get good grades and trying to be well respected. but old habits die hard.

Any and every time some one even looks in your way, he's sending daggers at them. and if they don't get the hide, he'll tell you that he needs to use the restroom and for you to stay where you are until he's back. he'll be quick...

"sorry it took me a while, there was.. a long line... wanna get lunch now?"

~~~~~

Leona

Leona, normally, doesn't care for this holiday. his brother always ask him if he's "stolen any hearts" this year? its always the same answer. but this year was different.

For once, he gotten some valentines gift. he remembered, not because he was eavesdropping, he just sleeping and you and your friends were talking about valentines gifts. how you had too many and how you might have to do several trips to bring them back to your dorm...

when you looked at your pile of valentines, instead of valentines, you saw sand.. and a plush lion with a card, flowers, and chocolate..

~~~~~

Ruggie

Ruggie cant really communicate with his grandma that much, cause they're not in a position to have phones but he does send letters now and then.

Each letter has there, 'how are you?'s to their 'are you taking care of yourself?'s. Now his letters to his grandma had this mysterious person, and how 'he's feels his heart flutter whenever they're near.' there also might be some 'I'm worried that I'm not good enough' he was very happy to get this letter back

"don't worry, sweetheart~ you should bring them over and ill give them a good talking to."

~~~~~

Jack

Jack tried everything to stay away from you all day. You're smell was just too intoxicating for him. Jack didn't want to risk spending time with you and his instinct...

he could tell, the other beastmen felt the same way. So all day, he kept his distance while also putting other beastmen in their place when they get a little too handy with you. luckily you didn't notice a thing.

But when you approached him, he couldn't just push you away. you mean too much to him. he doesn't want you to see him like.. a monster.

"Hi, prefect. how's you're day..?"

~~~~~

Azul

Azul tried to just charm you with his charisma alone, no shady actions, no "read the fine print." it seem like he was on his best behavior all day. it made you feel uncomfortable for a hot while.. but after a few hours you gotten use to it.

It was all in Azul's plan. instead of flatly telling you or tricking you to form a contact with him. he was gonna show you that you could rely on him, to trust him. so when you do sign a contact with him, you're guard will be so low, you wouldn't ever dare look at the fine print

"Prefect? Would you like to stop by Mosta lounge for lunch? there's a special i know you'll love. oh! its on the house."

~~~~~

Jade

before valentines day, Jade asked you to go out with him on a hilling trip. you'll find great mushrooms and if you find any 'shiny treasure' you could keep it as payment. you felt bored at the time and went with it. it was pretty fun. Jade taught you about wildlife and camping and you just enjoyed being out and about, anywhere than Grim's messes was a fresh air.

But on one of the day's out, Jade fell and hurt himself! it'll take a while for you guys to head back so you both decided to just wait until it heals, or when jade is "strong enough" to head back.

"aww.. prefect, you're too sweet for taking care of me~"

~~~~~

Floyd

Floyd has been a pin to your side all day. every time you were just talking to your friends or in line for lunch or whatever, Floyd comes out of nowhere, picks you up and runs away from your friends. it doesn't help that his long legs gives him a big advantage. the fact you cant struggle that much and the fact that you're friends cant keep up with Floyd...

When he finally gets alone time with you he just wants to play or just stare at you... its a mix really. sometimes he'll tell you he wants to show you a trick he learned from the basketball club. sometimes he just wants to walk around with you on his shoulders. but one things for sure, everyone is staying far away from both of you...

"Shrimpy! look at this! it kind of reminds me of you.. cause you're smol~"

~~~~~

Kalim

Lets admit it, when Kalim falls in love, he falls HARD. Like he would spoil his love rotten if he could. But he knows that you wouldn't allow him to do so, cause you're just too sweet.

Kalim loves to watch you work sometimes, you're so hard working even though you're in a situation that he couldn't imagine. Far from home with no contacted to your families, that's terrible. but he'll show you that he could help solve all your problems. But he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he'll start small.

"HEY PREFECT!!! Look what i got you! Golden bangles! they have our initials on them too! Come on, try them on! I'll help."

~~~~~

Jamil

Jamil could easily used his unique spell on you but with it being Valentines day plus every student's having their eyes on you, he cant do it without getting caught. So, he'll have have to charm you with the next best thing, food.

He understand the for some people, food is their love language. He wasn't sure if that's you but he does know that you love his food. so a win is a win.

He'll make you not only your favorite foods but his own too. As a "get to know me" dish. Watching you enjoy his hard work, was like breathing fresh air. he loves your presence.

"here prefect, you can have more. i made it for you after all. hmm..? oh repayment? just repay me by spending the day with me.. just me."

~~~~~

Vil

Without warning, on a weekend, Vil grabs you and tells you get to dress. he's taking you out. You couldn't really say no to him so off you went.

He took you to store to store to store. Each store had either something he liked or something he didn't. did you have a say in anything? no.

It felt weird a bit but overtime that feeling went away and you were left with giving Vil a mini show fashion show... with just you and him...

~~~~~

Rook

Saying Rook loved you was an understatement. he loved your hair, your eyes, your walk, your demeaner, everything. On one of his strolls by your dorm, he noticed that you were taking care of a stray animal in your backyard.

You left food for it, you made a spot it could rest, you had a whole set up. even though you don't have a lot of money, you're golden heart shined through. He felt like cupid just struck him through the heart. He would like to do the same to you...

so on Valentines day, you found a box at your door step. inside the box... was your stray friend's lifeless body...

~~~~~

Epel

Epel's family loves to send him letters, he at least gets one every week. they're all mostly asking if he needs anything or family updates, etc. But now talks about you his letter. last time he visited his family, they kept asking about you.

Epel feeling the pressure of his family, told them that you and him were together and how you had "other things to take care of" and that's why you're not with him. they seem to calm down and jumped to another family topic. Now Epel has to convince you to "pretend" hopefully don't for long, that he was your boyfriend for his family.

"umm... hey prefect? i have a favor to ask you..?"

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Idia

Idia normally doesn't care of any holidays, in general. he mainly does them for his brother or whenever a game was having a seasonal event. but he couldn't say he had someone special to "sit by the fireplace with him with hot chocolate" or "having a picnic out in spring" or even "being or having a valentine"... He didn't mind it...

which what he'll normally say, until he saw you with your pile of valentines day gifts! augh.. why do you have to be so popular?!

With a lot of pushing from ortho, he finally gave you your gift. it was a blue teddy that looked like hades. You didn't have to know about the hidden camera and mic in it. you could just thank him by sleeping with it~

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Malleus

Malleus couldn't really celebrate valentine's day.. he's a prince of Briar Valley, after all. Having him give a valentines day gift can be interpreted as a marriage proposal. that will look every bad for Briar Valley. But the heart wants what it cant have~

His heart belonged to you and he would gladly throw away his position as a prince for you. or... he could just ask you to marry him?

He didn't want anything to come to harm you because of him, so in secret, he made you a wedding dress/suit. Until his graduation, he'll ask you to marry him and then he'll pick you up and off to Briar Valley, ruling together~

~~~~~

Lilia

Lilia loves a good trip. So many places to see, so many things to do. He wants to take you to see it all. why stay at NRC and just reading about other places when you could go out with him. he may be older but he could still protect you with all he has and he'll still be able to show you a fun time. Oh maybe he should show you how to fight?

He's had his eyes on you since you came to the school, you were so strange but you are never boring. something always happened with you around but you all ways find a way out of it. you're, well..... perfect.

"Prefect! guess who got 2 tickets to Shaftland! why just two? for me and you silly. come on, get your things. I'm gonna show you so much more of this twisted wonderland"

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Silver

You understand that Silver is just a tried guy. so you do everything in your power to make sure he's okay and not gonna get hurt. After a while of this, you've noticed that Silver's holds on you, when ever you go and move him to a safer place, is more forceful than normal? You just told yourself that it was just sleepy silver but it doesn't seem like silver noticed and you didn't mind.

Whenever Silver was awake, you noticed that he's always just a call away. he wasn't over your shoulder or anything but you did see him more often than you usual did... were you thinking too much on this..?

"hey prefect? i got you some treats from Sam's... happy valentines day~"

~~~~~

Sebek

Sebek is loud. that is not an understatement. bet Sebek probably knows that too. he often uses it to tell other to "respected Malleus." but today he was oddly quiet? you tried to ask him if everything was okay, he said he's fine. Also whenever the other first years asked, he'll snap but not at his normal loud tone?

Without you realizing, Sebek was actually fighting an inner demon of his. Humans, like yourself, were so small and weak. yes, Silver is human too but he's a trained human, you weren't.

He sometimes wonders... how easy would it be to over-power yo-

~❦~❦~❦~

Che'nya

When Che'nya first appear in front of you with just his head, you, ace, and deuce all screamed. he loved it~ but your little squeak whenever you get scared, gets his blood pumping. like the rush you get when you catch you first mouse~

He started to visit more often then before, but not just to say hi to trey and riddle. but to spook their little perfect. a pick to the side here. a blowing into your ear there.

He just cant keep his hands off you! the best part, he doesn't have plans on even telling you it was him.

~~~~~

Neige

but to Vil's dismay, Neige kept bugging him about you! the mysterious manager~ Vil got so tired on it that he just pointed him to your dorm. Which Neige was happy to run to see you.

When he saw you place, he's heart broke a little. how could someone so lovely as you, live in a dump like this? He found you out in the back yard cleaning. it kind of reminded him of himself, run down building taking care of others. you were perfect for him!

"Heya! perfect, right? i was wondering, would you like to go on a date with me?"

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Rollo

Rollo will not caught walking into THAT school. but that wont stop him from appreciating you. Whether it takes a few days to a few years, Rollo swears to himself that he will save you from the hell hole your in.

but in the mean time he'll send you some flowers and a gift basket filled with Fleur City treats and fun toys that you liked when you last visit. if only you were in that school and you were in his, he'll show you so much and treat you much better than those.. "monsters."

"If though I'm not there, i hope you enjoy my gift. maybe next time you could visit again and I'll give you a personal tour."

~❦~❦~❦~

you can see this as platonic or romantic

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Crowley

Crowley is a very strange bird man? says he cares for you then runs away with his feather tail in between his legs. Or when he just hands you work when he could easily do them himself. He's a very strange man so when he was insisting on you to stay by his side all day? it confused you.

like he'll have you in his office and when you tell him you needed to go. he'll "get sad" and say "awww.. i guess ill just power through all this paper work"

you thought he just wanted you to do the paper work (that you could do) so you did. you didn't figure out that maybe he just wanted you by his side so no one could see/ give you anything for valentines day.

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Crewel

Crewel is a very classic man. so when he asked you to help him with some of his designs, you were quite confused. why not ask Vil or anyone from pomefiore? nonetheless, you helped as best as you can. giving your input on designs, telling him what you thought looked nice, getting materials for him, etc.

After you helped him make a set, he asked you to model them for him. he "wanted it on an actual person than a motionless mannequin."

You didnt know that he was doing this so you wouldnt be laying down with dogs with fleas today. Crewel thinks all the boys in this school are just crazy the fact its valentines day. so having you help him was just killing 2 bird with one stone.

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Trein

Trein's cat, Lucius, seemed fine to you. but you couldn't say much when Trein asked you to help him look after his beloved pet. plus a cat that doesn't call you Hedgeman felt nice. a cat that was just a normal cat, that can understand you and talk but you don't understand it...

On Valentines Day, Trein tells you about his wife and what they do together on this day. It was really sweet to hear an old man talk about his love, plus his life too.

It felt nice and you enjoyed the time you spend together. you still couldnt tell if Lucius was actually sick or if he was just winning about food...

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Vargas

You had no idea what came over Vargas. But when it was gym time and there was any partner exercises, it seems like he'll give the poor guys, that asked you to be partners, more hard exercises.

it could be in your head but after you're done, you see the poor student crying for squats or something? Will he be okay?

"oh, don't worry about him. he's been slacking off recently so its just catching up with him. HAHA!"

~~~~~

Sam

Sam is quite busy on Valentines day. a lot of students ask for valentines day cards, bears, to flowers. some even get the custom order. with those custom orders, he realized a lot of them were for you... he might not be able to do anything.. but his friends might help.

when same gives the students the valentines day gifts, he has a shadow follow them and when they're not looking. the shadow destroys the gift and runs away.

it kills two bird with one stone. they cant give the perfect gifts and Sam still gets the money. oohh he loves what he does~

~~~~~

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 18

Title: Cheat Day

Pairing: Personal Trainer! Bucky x Curvy!female reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, shower sex (slippery), self-consciousness, mentions of cellulite/stretch marks, a smidge of fluff bc I can't resist, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), pet names (doll, baby), praise

Summary: You are a newbie to a gym and one of the regulars takes a liking to you and offers to help you on your gym journey. However, you notice that he's a lot more hands on than other trainers at the gym

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: maybe it should more aptly be gym buddy Bucky but alas... I had plans - I promise!! I might have to get my big fics out tomorrow rip me

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Warm Up

You hate, hate, hate HATE working out.

You hate the gym. You hate the way you look like a lost puppy and don't know which machine to use. You hate that you get so out of breath on a tread mill. You hate how your arms wobble when you lift weights.

And you hate that damn Stairmaster.

The only thing you love is perhaps how your deliciously thick thighs can support the heavy weights on the legs press like it's nothing. That would probably be it.

You take one of the last treadmills available, setting your bottle and towel down before fiddling with your earbuds. You're not really paying attention to the guy next to you; you're too focused on trying to get through your warm up.

You start at a walk. You're hair swishing as you lift it to your crown to tie with a hairband. The guy beside you picks up his pace and your eyes flicker over to him. And oh God. What a guy. He's tall and muscular, clearly a regular unlike yourself who makes every excuse under the sun to avoid the gym, with a mop of dark hair that's bouncing to his movements. He's barely sweating at a pace that would have you panting.

You don't realise you've been staring until he smiles at you, sticking his tongue out playfully, before going back to running.

You are red faced and almost trip over your feet. You need to focus. You turn your music up and eventually break into a light jog. After thirty minutes your gym buddy wipes down the machine and disappears to another section of the gym, flashing you a smirk and a wave has you watch him go.

His T-shirt has the logo of the gym of its back and for a split second you're wondering if you should book a session, before scolding your horny brain.

Workout. Focus on working out.

Arms

The next time you come to the gym, it's dark out. You'd spent the day in work and although you just wanted to go home and eat dinner, maybe have a glass (or three) of wine, you had made a promise to yourself to go and now you were here.

It was so much more peaceful at night. The blaring music was off and there was hardly anyone about. Suddenly, you loved your idea of coming here. You had little reason to be self-conscious with so few people around.

Today was arms and you were busy trying to hype yourself up using the bench press. Arms were the worst, just after cardio and you dreaded having to do this. Suddenly the thought of three glasses of wine didn't seem so bad.

Adjusting the weights either side of the bar, you slip under it, getting comfortable against the hard leather seat. You reach up and grasp the bar, straightening your arms and pushing the bar out of it's rest. Your arms wobble slightly, your arms bracing against the weight and you hadn't even managed one rep. Perhaps you'd done the weight wrong.

"Whoa doll!" A voice calls out and you strain your neck trying to look for the approaching footsteps. It's the guy from the other day. "You're gonna hurt yourself doing it like that."

"I - Uh-" you grip the handles, unsure if he wants you to let go or not, but you're palms are starting to sweat. "Okay."

He grins down at you, placing large, rough hands over yours and gently lifting the handles back to stationery position.

"Thanks." You sigh, rubbing your sweaty palms on your workout leggings. You glance up at him again, only to find you're eye level with his crotch and go beet red.

Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts.

The guy doesn't seem to notice. "I'm Bucky. I'm one of the trainers here."

"Y/N." You try and offer a smile but you're too focused on not thinking that his crotch his just right there.

"I've seen you round here once or twice before, um..." Bucky rakes a hand through his long hair. "You're new right? Have you thought about getting a personal trainer?"

You recalled almost tripping in front of him a week or so ago and flush red. Was it that obvious you weren't a regular? Unhelpful, mean thoughts fluttered through your head and you fought to push them away.

"That obvious, huh?" You smile sheepishly, finally sitting up on the bench.

"Very obvious." Bucky nods, still smiling at you. "You hadn't put the locks on the plates, they could have slipped and injured that pretty face."

Your eyes widen; you hadn't noticed the locks and were grateful Bucky was there to save you from injury... even if he was being a flirt about it.

Even if it made your heart flutter.

"Well, thankfully I have a hero to step in." You tell him playfully. "And about the personal trainer... to be quite honest, I don't think I could afford one right now."

You give him an apologetic shrug but he only smirks in response. "Good thing I'll help you for free. Consider it a free trial."

You eyebrows shoot up. Having someone around to motivate you and show you the ropes would be ideal, and especially if it was someone as handsome as Bucky, it may motivate you to come to the gym more often.

"Only if you're sure." You say cautiously, eyeing him. "I don't want you to lose out on work because you're helping me."

Bucky shrugs. "Hey, helping you is more important. I can just text you what days and times I'll be at the gym - if you're here the same time, then we can do some sets together."

You can't say no to that. His eyes brighten when you agree and exchange numbers before he runs you through how to correctly use the bench press, encouraging you and praising you even though you're red faced and drenched in sweat by the end of your set. But you feel fantastic.

If this was how your sessions with Bucky would be, maybe you'd have to consider saving up for more sessions.

Legs

Whichever the Bucky you saw the night he convinced you to take some sessions with him, didn't exist after that night.

The next few sessions with Bucky he'd been nothing but a hard ass, making your brows furrow with displeasure each time he taunted you. It spurred you to complete reps sure, but that wasn't the point. Quite frankly, you missed him being a little bit nicer and you missed the praise that came with it.

"It's false advertising," You huff mid-squat, shooting Bucky a glare. The more time you'd spent with him, the more confident you'd become at back talking him (even though you'd still complete all your reps). "If I'd have known you were going to be a drill sergeant, I wouldn't have agreed to this."

Bucky chuckles, eyeing your form as he stands with his big arms folded, sipping his water bottle. "And yet you finish every rep like a good little soldier." He teases back.

You scoff in response but your cheeks still grow warm. "Whatever."

After squats it was the leg curl machine. You're on your front, your quads under the foam cushions of the machines trying to push the bar against the curve of your ass but it's too heavy. Bucky is stood, as always, with folded arms watching you intently.

"Bucky, it's too heavy." You huff, letting your legs relax. "I need to put the weight down."

"No, you're doing it wrong." He chuckles. "May I?" He approaches, hands splayed.

You shrug, looking over at him with your chin in your palms. "Be my guest."

You still jump when you feel his strong hands on your thighs, moving them slightly wider. Your heart leaps into your throat and you could swear his fingers linger. His fingers are hot even through your gym wear and you're suddenly bashful when your head is filled with thoughts of another type of exercise you could be doing with Bucky. Again.

His hands trail to your knees slowly, bending them a little more before giving your calves a playful squeeze.

"Try now." He says quietly and you obey. The curl is a lot easier now, and the bar smacks your ass making it wobble.

"Oh, wow, OK." You chuckle bashfully. "Yeah OK you were right."

You catch Bucky smirking triumphantly but his eyes aren't on you; they're shamelessly glued to your legs and ass, watching you perform your reps.

Heat pools to your core and you quickly glance away. You have to be imagining it.

You have to.

Cardio

It had been about two weeks since you last saw Bucky and since you last visited the gym. You'd had a cold and then were so busy at work you couldn't find the time to drop by. You'd dropped Bucky a text to say you'd be out of commission but never explained why - and he'd not asked.

Sighing, you dumped your towel and water bottle next to the treadmill and began to walk. You'd come to the gym tonight for an escape. You hadn't wanted to text Bucky just in case he'd already be asleep but you itched to reach out.

The gym was a ghost town. Only the whirr of your treadmill echoed around the open space. You tried not to think about how you wished you'd bumped into Bucky or remember how he'd looked at you.

Maybe he's like that with all newbies...

That thought made your chest twist uncomfortably. You picked up your earbuds and shoved them in your ears, picking up your pace to a light jog.

So much for easing yourself back into it.

After an hour, you decide to call it quits.

It's 11pm and you just want to be back in your bed, hidden under the covers, away from the world.

You're on your way to the showers when you bump into a familiar face emerging from the men's changing room.

"Y/N?" Bucky

"Hey." You pause as he approaches, taking in the sight of his large biceps under the rolled up sleeves of his tee. "How've you been?

"Good. Long time no see. I thought I lost you."

You can't help yourself from smiling. "Oh no, can't keep me away from this place." You say sarcastically, making Bucky grin over at you.

"Really? Even miss me?" He teases softly.

"I don't miss you being a hard ass, if that's what you mean." You quip and Bucky scoffs. "But I have missed you."

Both of your gazes meet and the tension you'd been feeling over the last few weeks increases a hundred fold.

"So..." Bucky says slowly, barely breathing as he looks at you, not knowing which path to tread. "What are we doing tonight?"

"I've just finished," you say a little disheartened. "I was about to hit the shower."

"Can I join you?"

You both stare at one another. Bucky’s brain was expecting you to say your plan for your next set... not that you were going to shower. Mortified, redness bolts to his cheeks as he attempts to back track.

"I - I mean," he shutters and then coughs awkwardly. Your face is equally red but your eyes glimmer with want. "I thought - Uh- you were going to-"

"Sure," you say thickly.

Bucky's brain short circuits again and you give him that bashful smile that makes his heart stammer.

The women's showers are empty and after two minutes Bucky sneaks in behind you. As soon as the door closes, his strong arms pull you towards him, cupping your face before putting his lips on yours.

"Missed you too," he huffs, pulling his shirt off as you both fumble blindly for a shower booth. Bucky tugs at your gym clothes desperately as he kisses you, urging you to undress.

Your mind swims. He missed you too. He's kissing you senseless and you're sure that given the chance he'd rip your clothes from your body.

You peel away your clothes, pausing only to give Bucky more needy kisses in between layers. Bucky follows suit, discarding his sneakers, shorts and boxers into the pile next to your feet.

You feel a wave of self-consciousness as you take in Bucky's body; all muscle, toned and hard and utter perfection. Your eyes drop to your body; soft, squishable, with silvery zebra stripes running over your hips.

You hear Bucky suck in a short breath and you glance up through your eyelashes, smiling a little nervously. His blue eyes are transfixed on you as he closes the space between you. His fingers twitch as he reaches for you, desperate to feel your skin under his hands, but not knowing where he wants to touch first.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his hands ghosting over your hips, drawing you flush against him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips and you you gasp softly, feeling the hard heat of his cock brush against your thighs. One hand cups your face again, and Bucky’s head dips to kiss you slowly. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth wider, letting Bucky kiss you with far more passion and severance than you'd anticipated.

You're lost in the kiss for what seems like an age; your fingers running through his hair as his hands explore your body, tracing each and every curve, groping at your breasts, hips and ass. You moan into his mouth, mimicking his actions, running your hands over his pecks and down his abs to his cock against your thigh. Bucky pants a curse as you pump him a few times, nipping along his jaw.

"Bucky," You whisper. "The shower."

"Right," he huffs. He pulls the shower door open and gestures for you to step inside first, following closely behind and pressing the on switch.

You gasp when cold water hits your back and Bucky chuckles, arms encircling your waist and moving in to latch onto your neck under the spray of now luke-warm water. Your arms attach themselves around his neck, half-hoisted as you spread your legs to allow Bucky to slot between them. You bite back a loud gasp when Bucky's hand slides between your legs, running along your slit finding your sweet bundle of nerves and drawing quick, tight circles.

"Bucky," you whimper into his neck, your your breathing hitching and hitching like the tightness in your core; rushing upward so fast you feel lightheaded.

"Cum for me doll, be a good girl and cum for me," Bucky sucks at your neck, groping at your tits with his free hand. You lean your head against the shower wall as you feel pussy clenches around nothing. Your fingers grip at Bucky's wet hair, gasping his name as you hang at the precipice of your orgasm. Without warning, Bucky plunges two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them inside you. Your orgasm crashes over you and you cum over his fingers with a wracked half sob.

Bucky's fingers are withdrawn as quickly as they're inserted, leaving you hollow and looking at Bucky pleadingly. He grins at you pecking your lips with a hasty kiss.

"'M sorry, doll. I promise to take my time next time but I need you so bad."

He lifts you with ease, pushing your back against the cool wall, wrapping his arms under your thighs and spreading them open. Wisps of steam rise from behind him as your eyes lock, his cock brushing against your slick folds only once before he slowly lowers you down onto him.

"Oh - oh - oh!" You moan as he breaches inch by inch, each time your walls contract around him, adjusting to his size. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your thighs shake with pleasure and you're utterly at his mercy as he starts to fuck up into you.

"That's it, baby." Bucky praises, littering your face with kisses. "You feel amazing on my cock."

You moan his name and kiss his lips hungrily, pulling yourself closer to him as he brings you to ruin again. Your pussy's grip is like a vice, milking him as you press yourself flush against him glassy eyes meeting his and Bucky can't take it any longer.

Bucky pants curses rutting into you before pulling out entirely and cumming over your stomach and thighs with a short groan. His cock continues to twitch, his cum slowly being washed away by the water save for the white, thick line that connects to your thigh. Bucky slowly lowers you to your feet and you lean against him for support, relaxing in the post-orgasm bliss and the heat of the water.

"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid on you," he confesses, tilting your head up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

"So have I," You admit with a soft chuckle. "Kinda wish we could have done that instead of you making me do squats."

"But you're ass looked good." Bucky teases, chuckling when you glare at him.

"So you were checking me out!" You smack at his bicep playfully and that earns you one of his boyish smiles.

"So? Besides, more importantly," His hands grasp your hips tightly, forcing you to be still. "Today's a cheat day and I wanna take you out."

"Take me out? At 11pm? What's even open?" You smile up at him and he only shrugs.

"Okay, fine, twist my arm. Breakfast it is." He kisses you again, this time lingering a moment before smirking deviously at you. "But first let's get you cleaned up."

[bangytell]

A cheating way jk| m

Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies And it's me and you, no she. Doja Cat— You right

Summary: Marriage isn't always a good fortune, or perhaps its only the person you married.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, smut

Rated: mature

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Non idol au! Infidelity, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of the use of alcohol, pet names, mentions of Namjoon, oral(f! receveing), unprotected sex, praise kink and I think that's all

a/n: I know some of you might have already seen this, im re-uploading, please be nice with your comments. Enjoy

The music pounding waves through your now drunk body as you dance along to the beat, and you feel a warm body approaching from behind you, too drunk to care that you sway your hips along his warm body, he chuckles into your skin and you feel a tickle. 

“Didn't know you're that fun to be around” his voice was deep and hypnotic

You didn't reply, but you looked as his curious look traveled up and down your body, the music was still so loud, and the dizziness of your thoughts made you believe that the best decision you could make is to kiss him.

You don't. You sit with your friends and try not to be wasted any longer. Your friends are laughing at some joke, and you focus your attention on the dance floor. He's not around anymore. You begin to feel that he was just some fantasy of your imagination. 

“Are you [Name] Kim?” The question comes from the man next to you. It's none other than him 

“Why would I give you that information?” he smiles wide, and your heart skips a beat 

“Well, gorgeous, you don't really have to, I know that is you” you arch an eyebrow

“How can a kid know me” his smile never leaves his mouth as he answers back

“How about I show you?” You shake your head in denial

“Look, honey, just get yourself home and forget about me”

“That's impossible” you chuckle “Even if I leave, you'll be in my mind” You show him the ring adorning your ring finger. He chuckles as you look confused 

“I'm not jealous” he leans in, and you get a soft sniff to his cologne. It's sweet and intoxicating 

As the night continues, he doesn't leave your side he tells you more about himself and he listens as you answer to his question, he looks and focus on your eyes, your friends are on the dancefloor and after another five drinks and the smell of his cologne closer and closer to your body lets him leave a hand on your thigh, you're laughing and his face is next to yours, his hot breath on your temple and you smile as you ask him: “And what's your name?” he chuckles and leads a hand to cup your face 

“Jungkook, and don't worry, you'll be saying it a lot tonight” You chuckle again, and he kisses you softly and hungrily his lips are soft, and so are his hands all over you.

The ride holding his back as he drives off on his bike to the nearest yet decent motel makes your stomach bubble up in excitement, you're married yes, but at this point there's no turning point.You arrive, he pays and leads you inside the room. He kisses you, and tries as hard as you can, to forget all your life's problems, and he notices how stiff your movements are and how difficult it is for you to live in this moment. 

“Is everything okay, doll?” You sit on the bed and cover your face with your hands

“I'm sorry, you're probably thinking I'm pathetic” he shakes his head in denial and kneels in front of you 

“Talk to me” you lock gaze with him, and he seems to have forgotten about the horniness in his body 

“I don't think this is a good idea” he nods and you talk again “You're amazing, and you make me feel wanted, desired, like a woman and not like someone's trash” 

“Why would you have such confidence in you?” You huff

“My husband, he's been unfaithful since the fourth month of our marriage, and we've been married for ten years now” you sigh, reminiscing how happy you were the first months 

“And why haven't you divorced?” You huff 

“It's a long story” his hands are on one of your thighs, caressing it as you sigh exasperated “Our families practically set our marriage from our cribs, he's been a heartthrob and I just play my part” 

“Is there any reason why you couldn't leave now? You must have some money of your own, and I know you have a career, so maybe you, you can…” you hold his hands 

“Don't feel so frustrated for me, we can forget about each other the next morning” he sighs 

“And if I don't want to?” You look at him in surprise. He cups your face and leans for a peck 

“Jungkook… I don't think this is good for you nor me” 

“Then just give me this night, give me just one chance to make you think of me” You sigh. His sweet touches and kisses make you agree as he hovers your body on the bed.

His kisses are wet and sloppy as your hands travel around his back, discharging his shirt, you take a moment to look at his wingspan and just at the sight your cunt yearns for him. He helps you take your dress from your head and notices the lack off bra, he cups your breasts with his hands and your body quivers at the cold breeze of the winter, soon his mouth has your nipple around his teeth, licking and sucking on one another making you moan his name and he hums into your skin, as a meal he enjoys. One of his hands is caressing your stomach, traveling down to discharge your panties and your hands are pulling his hair, the sound of his mouth making a wet mess all around your breasts makes you shiver. And he adores the taste of you, the smell of your perfume as he leaves a trail of kisses making his way to your pussy. 

He might be young but he knows exactly where and how to get you started, his tongue presses against your clit and loud pants leaves your mouth, soon, his licks become precise and slowly. He's taking his time eating you out, making your toes curling, and a moaning mess. Your hands are once again on his hair, swirling the strands of hair as you moan and mewl his name. 

He adores the way you say his name, the saccharine moans that leave your mouth and the way one of your hands is gripping the sheets in a attempt so stop the way your body keeps meeting his mouth, the way you close your thighs and try to swirl around him, his hands hold you in place as you shout “ ‘m cumin!” He continues the pace he has as you close your eyes, gripping the sheets stronger and letting your juices go through Jungkook's tongue. You're panting as he pulls his pants down, he gets you comfortable as his tip slides against your clit and he moans at the sloppiness of your cunt. He gets inside of you with a guttural sound from his mouth, he grips from your arms as he pounds into you, harder yet slow. 

“You take me in so well… almost like ngh… almost like your pussy made for me” he moans your name and looks in your eyes, he enjoys the way you're not able to maintain the contact, the way you're saying his name and the way your skin sounds every time he crashes into you.

he's pounding, bullying your walls as you scream at the overstimulation, his hands are now around your neck and you know he's done this before, by the way you're feeling the lack of blood through your head, his pace fastens, his movements are less precise and he cums into you with a guttural moan. The weight of his body on you and the heavy panting makes you feel in bliss. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and the sticky feeling has him giving you a worried look. 

“Don't worry ‘bout it” you chuckle, he gives you your clothes and as you dress you feel his gaze upon you “you're going to wear me out” 

“You're so beautiful” you chuckle and pat the empty space in bed, he lays with you and cuddles as you doze off to sleep. 

In the morning the bed was empty, only a small trace of his cologne makes you remember the night before. There's a small note on the nightstand, he has pretty handwriting. 

If you still want to give me moments to remember, call me

His phone number with a small heart drawing. 

The ride home was automatic, nobody was waiting for your arrival and that made your heart clench.  

You call the number on the note, wondering if it was the right decision, you're getting yourself full of bad decisions. 

“Hey, doll” you smile 

“How did you know it was me” he chuckles 

“I've been answering every call from my work hoping that it was finally you” your heart skip a beat 

“Are you free tonight?” you bite your under lip anxiously 

“For you, I'm free now” you chuckle 

“No Jungkook, I have some meetings today, so at night maybe…” he might believe I'm pathetic

“Alright, but I'll take you to dinner before, don't worry I'll text you the address, bye doll” he hangs up and you hear your front door opening, is your husband. 

“Hey [name] I'm just looking for something don't wait for me tonight” you huff 

“Your mom called, she wanted to know if-...” he cuts you mid sentence 

“I know, she called me earlier, since you can't leave even a text” you scoff 

“Go to hell Namjoon” he smiles and grabs his coat on the door 

“Already there babe” a loud thud leaves you alone in that big house again. 

Your day is filled with the reminiscence of the memories from the amazing night he gave you. You have a smile like no other, and as the night arrives, you're back at your house. He texted the address of a nice restaurant, you hear the front door, and your husband appears at your dorm.

“going somewhere?” he grins, and you find that… odd

“not like you care” you answer bitterly, and he chuckles 

“you wouldn't like to be messing with your perfect reputation, are you?” You chuckle this time 

“stop acting like you even care about me, ‘m out” you leave, and his words are a muffled sound as you walk away, you won't allow him to walk you like that ever again. 

The restaurant is further away than what you had in mind, but everything looks perfect as you arrive, there is a host welcoming you and you realize as the host walks you to his reservation that every table is inside a room, you couldn't hear nothing more than the sounds of your heels hitting the floor. 

A slide door opens, and Jungkook has a rose in his hands as he welcomes you inside. He gives you a peck on your cheek, and you feel the heat coming through them. 

“You look beautiful, angel” you smile and sit down. The host has long been gone, and as you too chat about your day, a waitress comes in 

Jungkook orders, asks you if that's okay with you and you nod in agreement, the fact that he's so considerate about you, he cares about your opinion, and overall he just seems so good to be true. 

The night goes smoothly, you laugh and be touchy with him all the time, around his chest, his back, his hands, and he does the same with you. It is an impossible task to try and keep your hands to yourselves.  

“Is there a way I can have you tonight?” you giggle as he caresses your back, the wine in your system has you dizzy enough

“ ‘m here” he chuckles, you're sitting besides each other and yet, he pulls you to his lap, his hot breath on your neck and his hands are on your waist.

“You know what I meant gorgeous” you shake your head in denial and he kisses the gap between your neck and your shoulder, your body shivers. 

“I do know, nevertheless, ‘m not positive this is a great idea” he nods, kissing your neck and stealing a sigh from you 

“Don't think about it, do you like me?” you lock gaze with him and nod “Then just do it” you cover your face for a second, unsure of how this will impact in your future, his warm hands take yours out of your temple “ can't force you into wanting this but” his hands pull you to him, his hot breath now on your breasts as he leans for a kiss on your skin “I think that you shouldn't think about good or bad, but what actually makes you feel something” you nod and pull him into a needy kiss, his lips are always soft and his breath smells to wine, his cologne is intoxicating every reasonable thought in your brain. 

After that night, many more had come, for a week you've been seeing him in motels and the restaurant, he texts you how much he misses you during the day, and he fucks you dumb at night just so you won't miss him that much the next morning–which you actually do–Two long weeks now and for this one night you can't see him, your husband hosts a party at you house and you have to attend.

You wear a beautiful champagne dress with your hair up and every guest gives you compliments as you walk through the room. Your husband has you from the waist as you try to smile to the guests he's going on and on about how gorgeous you are, and how he feels he won the lottery–all lies of course– the night goes smoothly, at midnight almost everyone is out, your husband is holding hands with a pretty young woman, he's too drunk to even care about being watched, you say goodbye to your guests as you see them walk off, to your bed. You follow them, the girl giggles at some stupid joke he just made, you hear the door opening and you rush yourself to not let them use the bed you're sleeping in tonight. 

“Namjoon, you better not be planning on fucking her on my bed” he scoffs

“It's also my bed, so I do what I'm pleased” you sigh, grabbing the girl from her arm and pulling her beside you 

“Leave, both of you” she looks scared and you try to look calm to her, she nods and walks away as your husband stands and push you “You didn't just do that to me” 

“You always ruin my fun” you scoff

“Namjoon, just take the guests room, and get away from me” 

“I thought that by giving you someone to fuck you'll be more accessible” your breath stucks on your throat, you look at him perplexed at his words

“What do you mean?” he looks at you 

“You actually believed that a young handsome man would wanna fuck you for free?” he spits and you shake your head in denial 

he wouldn't, would he?

“You're too old for that” he chuckles and your blood boils in anger. 

“Leave” he scoffs “you can't hear me? leave!” he stands  and walks towards you

“you'll regret this” he walks past you and leaves your house.

you cry your eyes out all night until the sun travels to your eyes making you wake up, your phone is buzzing, the name of your mother on the screen and after a long sigh you answer.

“can you explain to me why Namjoon’s mother just called me all hysterical?”

“well mother hello to you too, good morning” you huff

“This is a serious matter [name] they’ve been our friends since high school”

“So, you're telling me that she’ll stop being your friend just because I don't wanna continue being married to his stupid son?” You scoff

“no! is not that, but… we have a business they are our biggest investor, we could…”

“if this is ‘bout money, I have money” she sighs, and your doorbell announces a guest “gotta go mom”

when you open the door, you wouldn't expect it to be Jungkook, messy hair and heavy breaths, and that desperate look on his eyes… It is also filled with guilt 

“Am I welcome in?” You lift an eyebrow in response 

“Why should I let you in?” You scoff, and his soft features soften at your harsh tone 

“listen, I know that idiot made me look…”  

“just as an idiot, such as him” he nods at your interruption 

“ ‘m aware, but please listen and understand me” 

“I shouldn't” he nods in response and gazes at you with his big doe eyes

“but please…” you sigh and let him in. You close the door behind him, and as soon as your hands are free, he holds them. “he did offered me money, we had a deal… and ‘m a stupid college student with two part time jobs he sweetened his deal” you don't talk, you only gaze upon him in disbelief “he told me to get you to bed and then he'll give me the money” 

“how much?” he shake his head in deny 

“I didn't got a penny from him” you look surprise 

“but you…” 

“I wanted you to feel the same way I felt by meeting you, you changed me, changed my view of the world, my life wouldn't be the same without you” his words sound sincere and his desperate look makes you believe in him

“he said…” your voice gets muffled by his lips, he holds and cups your face and waist closer to him

“Angel… please believe me” he kisses you once more, gently and caressing your blushed cheek 

“I dunno Jungkook, I'm older than you and…” he scoffs

“You're only like eight years older than me and I really don’ care ‘bout that” you chuckle 

“ ‘m only twenty eight Koo” he chuckles

“see? even better, and yes, keep calling me that” you chuckle as you give in to his embrace 

“I was thinking maybe calling you… love” he hugs you closer, the strands of hair touches your face and his hot breath lights something within you 

“You believe me?” you nod, even if Namjoon has told you something he's always looking for a way to hurt you, Jungkook kisses you once more and you feel like melted ice cream into his arms, your hands try to grip from his shoulders as the kiss deepens his hands wander around your back till one of his arms helps you from the knee for him to carry you to the bedroom–by your directions– You're quite unsure of the moment, you've only decided to believe in him, this is still being in an affair, he's still that young man and anxiety kicks in. his lips and hands undressed you as he kissed every inch of skin he found. 

“Is everything okay doll?” you nod and he stops his movements “you don't seem good” you sigh 

“I don’ wanna think ‘bout that now” you kiss him and pull his shirt and notice a playful grin on his lips, he’s so husky and big for a man his age, you caress his soft and warm body as the rest of the clothes that remain on each of you leaves your body. 

You don’t care, it has only been two or three weeks. You know your feelings are true and even if he doesn’t feel it in the same intensity you can enjoy it while it lasts.

Soon his mouth found the way to your dripping cunt he licks and sucks in the way he knows you'll see stars sooner than later. your hands grip to the sheets while saccharine moans escape your breath as his tongue rides you along your orgasm. He licks off the rest of the juices that left your pussy and he hums in content at the sight of it, you're drunk of his features, of his husky body embracing you closer to slide his cock along your folds, with a pant and a moan from him as he slides inside your walls his thrust are slow and his gaze is

fixated on you, the way you are hugging him closer and your hot breath is on his ear as his movements become faster and harder. 

“You feel so good doll…” he moans as your nails grip his back youre leaving mark for sure and he doesnt care at this point, he loves how desperate you sound as he fuck you dumb. his hands are between your ears and the silver chain moves along him, he’s so dreamy you wanna make sure you're awake to be feeling this way, to be so filled with him. 

Jungkook pulls away from your body but his pace doesn't change, now his thumb caresses the nub of nerves to pull you into another orgasm, only the sound of your skin crashing each other's body fills the room. He praises at your moans, at the way you call his name in a desperate mewl. You need him deeper if that's even possible. You need him to fill you up and as he continues you soon reach another orgasm as he, with a guttural moan fills your cunt with his cum. You're dripping while he enjoys seeing the way your hole clenches in search of his cock once more, as if its never enough, cause its not. He gets up to dress again, you cover yourself with your favorite silk robe as the door opens and your husband gasps in surprise.

“You… whore…” he attempts to reach you, but Jungkook quickly steps up in front of you, he’s only in pants and you notice the way he’s almost bursting in anger.

“Don’t call her that” he’s voice is harsh and almost too deep

“And who do you think you are kid?” he tries to push him, but Jungkook doesn’t move 

“C’mon Namjoon, don’ do this” he gasps and step away

“You fucked in my bed and you have the audacity to ask me not to do things” you scoff

“You've done it too, many, many times, and I just got tired of your cheating ass” he huffs

“I’ll ruin you” you scoff and step up from behind Jungkook “And your family too” you scoff at his intent to try to intimidate you

“Leave my house” you say in response, he gasps and tries to grab your arm “Aint saying things twice Namjoon”

“You'll never see the end of this” you huff as he turns and close the door while he leaves

He can’t scare you anymore, you made sure to have things your way, to have most things under your name and his attempts of threat would go unnoticed. Jungkook hugs you when he notices the way your body trembles, he kisses your forehead as he sits on the bed with you on his lap.

You sigh, feeling relief and warmth within you from the man holding you dearly. He hums in your ear as you calm down, you know you want to be with him, for real and as long as he lets you.

“Jungkook?” he gaze you and nods 

“Yes princess?” you sigh fidgeting your fingers

“Can we… date?” he huffs

“No, I'm supposed to ask you that!” he holds you by your waist, closer to his body “Date me [name]” you nod and giggle at his question 

“You're not… unsure, given how everything went between us?” he shakes his head in deny

“No princess, I wanna be with you, doesn't matter how things were” your heart beats with joy “Sometimes you gotta cheat your way through”

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⁴⁴⁴ cock warming friday ethan landry

summary: On Friday, you and your friends gathered for movie night at Chad and Ethan's dorm, but it leads to having a much more intimate moment with the one you'd never expect, your enemy.

warnings smut!, dirty talking, cock warming 1,298 words

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EVERY FRIDAY ethan, anika, you and the core four would have a movie night, mostly it was for shits and giggles and ya'll never actualy payed attention to the movie. The majority of the group would just want to spend time together or eat pizza, but you? you just wanted to annoy the shit out of ethan landry. ethan was such a jerk, you absolutely dispysed him, making the fact that you wanted his cock in your mouth extremetly more annoying, you tried to deny it and let it asside but you just couldn't anymore, ethan was hot. like if your type became to life hot. but you hated ethan, and ethan hated you, so there was no point in trying, your ego wasn't worth that douchebag.

friday came around and like always, sam would bring pizza, i would bring coke and chad and ethan would lend their dorm. you were getting ready when your phone rung a text message from the group chat. "danny agreed to come to movie night, i hope that's ok with ya'll" sam texted. "the sofa is gonna be full tonight" you said to yourself. "hey, are you ready to go?" tara, my roommate said. "yeah i think so, i wonder what horror movie we will watch tonight, we are almost running out of them" you said, chuckling "well you know mindy, she's got a insanetly huge list." tara said, opening the door to our dorm. chad and ethan's dorm wasn't that far away, you just had to go a few floors up by stairs. "oh and chad said that ethan broke a couch earlier today so there's gonna be less space." tara said, while you two got up the metal stairs. this is what you meant when you said ethan was annoying, he probaby didn't even think of the consequences before busting that couch, he probably did it on purpose, you said to yourself. the truth was, you were absolutely correct, ethan would do absolutely anything to get closer to you, he even convinced sam to bring danny, the guy she'd been eye fucking since they got there. "so an extra person minus one couch? nice" you said, sarcasticly. when you two reached ethan and chad's dorm almost everyone was already there, mindy was choosing in detail the movie you were going to be watching while anika was sitting in her lap. chad was making more popcorn, sam and danny were at the verge of making out in the sofa and of course ethan. he gave you a disgusted look and you sarcasticly smiled in response. "oh hey guys!" chad said, with his mouth full of popcorn, he lifted up from his seat and gave you both a hug, you saw ethan looking away annoyed when chad hugged you. "mindy is just choosing the movie but, come get comfortable" chad said, motioning us to go seat in the couch. chad sat with tara and i choose a more isolated part of the couch, away from ethan. a few minutes into the movie when by and everyone started to get comfortable, except ethan of course, he just had to tell everyone to move. because of that, you had to get out of your seat. it was all going as ethan had planned. you got up and had the horrible realisation that, sam was in danny's lap, tara was in chad's, anika was in mindy's, meaning the only spot available was of course, on ethan's lap. "you've got to be kidding me." you said, insanely annoyed."come on Y/N i won't bite." he said, almost teasingly. "there's no way im sitting there" i said pointing to ethan's lap "i don't know Y/N you might like it" tara said winking at you, knowing you absolutely hated ethan. "move out of the way im trying to watch the fucking movie! just sit on ethan's lap, its not that deep" said mindy, clearly drunk. "fine" you said, having enough of the argument. you seat at ethan's lap uncomfortably, you wer for sure going to get made fun of over this. you sat on the edge of ethan's lap, at his knees. it didn't take long before you were grabbed by your waist by ethan's hands, pulling you closer to him. you were now sitting directly at his lap, your pussy covered by your soaking wet panties ached for touch, you whimpered silently, but loud enough for ethan's ears to hear, he smirked at the tought of the sound he were going to hear if he fucked you, how you would whimper in his ear only for him to hear. "some of us are trying to watch the movie" ethan whispered in your ear, sending electric waves all the way to your pussy. you rolled your eyes in response.

the movie was long gone by now, so were the group. everyone was sleeping or passed out, only you and ethan weren't. before completely passing out, mindy turned the air conditioner to the max volume, making you shiver. "are you cold?" ethan said, porpusedly whispering in your ear, he knew the effect that had on you."im fine" you said, half annoyed and the other half wishing he would kiss you. ethan grabbed a blanket from anika's lap, covering you both. "i said i was fine" you said turning to face him. "who said the blanket is for warming you up?" ethan said grabbing you into a heated kiss. you were now straddling his lap facing you, he pulled you closer to him. "i hate you" you whispered while making out, "so you're saying your not wet?" ethan whispered, you couldn't answer it, because it was true, you were wet. you started to move your hips in desperate need of friction. ethan placed his hand on your soaking wet panties, to confirm his superstition. "dirty, dirty girl, being all wet for your enemies dick." ethan said teasing you, after seeing that you were in fact wet. "i better give you what you want, right pretty girl?" he said, you could only nod. "take that fucking panties and skirt off" ethan ordered you, you followed his order, pulling your skirt up and taking your panties off. he slowly puled his pants and boxers down touching and rubbing your aching clit on purpose along the way. you lined your pussy with his cock lowering you down. slowly you got used to his size. you expected him to be big but he was way bigger than you'd ever expected. after you got used to his size you started to go up and down on his cock. ethan trowed his head back, the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing the life out of him was just too mush for him. ethan noticed that chad had awoken, and he was watching you two, for a while as it seemed by the look of his face. "atta boy" chad mouthed to him. "you tell anyone about this your dead, you hear me? now let me fuck the girl ive been fantasying for months, would you?" ethan mouthed back. "yeah, yeah" chad mouthed, drifting off to sleep shortly after. you started whimpering softly, just as ethan imagined you'd do. after a while you got tired, it was almost 4 am at this point. "ethan please move for me, i need you" you said, after resting on his cock. "for sure you don't hate me now huh?" he said, moving his hips making you jump. "begging for your enemies cock" ethan said, only making you hornier "im cumming" you said, at the verge of an orgasm "cum on my fucking cock slut" he said, you moaned his name releasing yourself. "do you really hate me?" he said "well your cock is inside me so..." you said, bitting your lip.

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a/n: i NEEDED to write this