#she sleeps in there willingly sometimes

[plasmaapologist]

you know that weird humming scream thing most psychic types can do? yeah, im packing to go to nimbasa for some business, and mini won't stop making that noise.

she's literally coming with me. she has never NOT come with me. i dont know why she gets so upset

[ddjsocxcanonrambles]

Somehow I crave for some nap/sleepytime romantic f/os imagines with both Al and Brook (or sometimes sleepy headcanons LOL)

I’m a sucker for these since I do tend to take naps and thinking about it makes me want to snuggle my two silly guys.

Especially how they snore and I’ll melt if one of them snore whistles, or legit get knocked when they get lulled to sleep by a lullaby ( like rockabye baby *Blushes hard*)

Anyways have a great day and *Snores 😴*

[simping-overload]

ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ

a/n: the wings take inspo from maleficent. Colors, and other details are left vague! Feel free to send an ask for any other god for pt 2!

tags: wings, fluff, romance, human? reader, gods, headcanons format. completely gn reader! no gender ever mentioned. Not proof read!!!

characters: zeus, hera, ares, aphrodiate, hephaestus, hermes

Disclaimer: this combines the world of the og Greek texts, blood of zeus, epic the musical, hades game, and my personal view of the gods. this can contain improper or ooc information. I have favorites if it's not obvious.

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ᴢᴇᴜꜱ

-> loves them, finds that they add on to your beauty. teh strength of your wings impress him greatly, and he'd love to watch you fly. he sometimes likes to fly with you, turning into his bird form so you can race. yes, he will get upset if he loses and zeus tantrum ensues.

-> kiss, kiss, kisses them all the time. not an each of wing is left untouched. he knows where all of your senstive bits are and will use it to his advantage. the spot between your wings is teased relentlessly and often found to be covered in hickeys.

-> he has a painting of your wings and has them placed somewhere on his palace walls and likes to look at it frequently. he makes sure to get one that involves both him and your wings eventually as well. he's adamant that you have your wings around him as your sleep regardless of the position. he enjoys the feeling of your feathers against his skin greatly.

ʜᴇʀᴀ

-> finds your wings to be beautiful. She appreciates them for their appearance and their strength. she can often find herself captivated at the way they move even when idle. she loves flying with you, not to race but to simply relax. she likes to go sight seeing with you, pretty areas you find are often new vacation spots you use to get away from everyone.

-> she likes to touch them, where they connect with your back. the feathers are the softest there, and where your the most sensitive. somtimes she likes teasing you via letting her hands ghost around that area. she also likes to kiss your wings. she often does collect your feathers, adding them to her daily appearance since she wants to both look good(she always does) and have something to constantly remind her of you.

-> she finds it comfortable to be wrapped up in your wings. so please, let her rest against your chest safe in each other's arms as your wings are wrapped around her. blocking the rest of the world from reaching her.

ᴀʀᴇꜱ

-> he's indifferent about your wings, but he's worried about their fragility. at the beginning, he refused to spar with you on this pretense, but that changed when you managed to slap somebody with your wing and send them flying. when you spar, he's still careful and makes sure not to damage your wings intentionally.

-> just like his mother, he also likes to touch them, can quite find them therapeutic when he needs to calm down. he used to be and still is scared of breaking them, he's witnessed how easily his hands can break things and he doesn't want to break you. also because he accidentally pulled a feather out and didn't touch your wings willingly for a while. he doesn't kiss your wings but he smothers his face in them and just chills there.

-> the feathers that shead from your wings get collected for his helmet crest/plume(it's the brush looking thing on greek helms) when he finally acquires enough he'd have them condensed and into a newer helmet that he'd wear to battle.

ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ

-> she loves them! quite obsessed with them, actually. she makes sure they're taken care of and beautiful at any hour of day. she usually has a servant take care of them as she watches, making sure they're up to standard or she'd do it herself.

-> she collects your feathers, adding them onto the clothing she wears to show off who she's with. any feathers she can't put into clothes are tucked away in a box for later. don't bother worry the amount of feathers you'd eventually end up with and possibly hiding them. she will always end up finding them and will get upset with you.

-> she likes to sleep in your arms already and the wings are just a bonus. and even when you aren't in bed sleeping, regardless if your simply going about with your day doing whatever. she likes to hide in your wings to avoid her any duties and people.

ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇꜱᴛᴜꜱ

-> finds them quite beautiful and interesting. He doesn't worry about the fragility since he has a handle on his strength already. regardless of if you are a warrior or not, he wants to create armor for you. he almost reminds you of a strict seamstress when he takes your measurements.

-> he doesn't really do anything with your feathers aside for using them for a fidget. When he's looking over blueprints or paperwork, he lets himself twist it between his fingers and runs his fingers through it. like he does with his pencils he subconsciously tucks the feather into his ear or into his hair.

-> he doesn't mind being wrapped up into your wings but prefers when you lay on his chest/against him with your wings spread out across the large bed. he likes to run his fingers against the thick bones and feathers as he finds it easier to fall asleep.

ʜᴇʀᴍᴇꜱ

-> wants to race you and is quite impressed if you can keep up but even if you can't, he appreciates the effort. he likes to be held by you and fly with you on his breaks, enjoying your company and the view at the same time. he also would help you take care of them, preening is a new favorite pass time of his.

-> hands and lips are all over the wings. running his hands through them any chance he possibly has as he relaxes. he steals your feathers, he has no use for them but he likes to have them on his long messenger trips to help him feel less home sick. the feather helps him keep his head on his shoulders when he's all stressed out.

-> wrap him in your wings like you'd roll a cat into a burrito. He likes them, and even if he suffocates, he wld be content it. Just like aphrodiate he'd use your wings as cover for when he's hiding away from his duties or people, forcing himself into your arms and having you hide him in your wings as discretely as possible.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Succubus Ellie x fem! reader

Content / warnings: 18+ content, succubus Ellie, virgin (kind of a loser) reader, Ellie is super shady and you're horny & oblivious, corruption kink, oral sex (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), spit play, strength kink, Ellie gets increasingly more aggressive/stronger, biting (and some blood), nipple stimulation, mentions of stretch marks on reader's thighs bc I personally love them

Word count: 2.3k

You're a lesbian in a small religious town, and all you've got going for you is reading and your own apartment. It's not your fault that you get desperate enough to check out a book on demonology, summon a literal succubus, and sign a contract stating that you belong to said succubus.

Libraries have about every book you can think of.

Some may not have the most interesting options, but upon searching enough, you can truly find anything. You love reading. You love scanning over the ink-littered pages for hours until your brain is fried from trying to make sense of a complex plot. You get off on reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein because pretty words just do it for you. There is something about losing yourself in Edgar Allen Poe’s poetry that makes your blood hot. You know it’s fucked up, and yet you have no shame searching throughout your small town’s local library for something new.

Perhaps it’s just growing up in an isolated town that makes you find entertainment in the concept of everything all at once–literature truly has it all. There is no limit to what an author can write onto an unlimited amount of pages. You’d rather stay underneath your blanket with a flashlight at four in the morning than actually socialize (unless it’s on reddit, like a freak). Sometimes, you do get lonely though. Books don’t satiate your physical needs, and no amount of masturbation with a vibrator from an adult store a few towns over will truly make you cum like a woman could. You know that, but do nothing about it. You downloaded a dating app only to delete it when you had to set your profile picture. 

That is exactly why you find yourself in the occult section of your lovely local library scanning through books to find one about demons. Unsurprisingly for a library in the middle of a religious town, there are little to no books on the subject. Just one. Demons and Demonology.

You’re lonely, remember? Summoning a succubus is a low blow even for you, though. You don’t meet the librarian’s judgemental gaze, and you rush home to your humble apartment to hopefully read all about demonology, specifically the sexual kind. Little do you know what is in store for you.

Succubus are romanticized in the media; pretty women who seduce humans and sexually drain them. That sounds appealing to many who can imagine someone sleeping with them so willingly, something that you fall victim to simply because you’re lonely. That is exactly what demons prey on, though. People who are lonely and vulnerable. But did you ever really think that a malicious soul could give you one night of pleasure and stop there? 

You light the candles in just a cute, lacy tank top and a pair of white cotton panties. Your feet are cold, so you do have these little patterned, fuzzy socks on. You look desperate, but why would you need pants? A succubus wants to fuck you. You definitely don’t want to be wearing any pants for that. 

And before your very eyes is a woman you will grow to wish you never summoned. 

Dark, auburn hair with sneaky strays that you wish to tuck behind her ears as she fucks you. You’d like to tug on that hair or grasp at it with her lips tending to your clit. Your thoughts are flooded and you can’t even categorize each filthy need upon each beautiful feature your eyes are granted. Your lust is beyond repair.

Your brain should realize that all of the feelings you cling to involving this girl are persuaded by simple vulnerability and need. Her appearance isn’t humanlike. She is a demon, and she has resources to lure you in. You should be realizing how unsafe you are with this girl, not hoping that she will fill you until sunrise. You don’t realize, though. Instead, you find yourself looking up at her as she stands in front of where you sit on your bed. 

“You summoned me, huh?” Her eyes are unbelievably green, vivid in different shades that make you want to squint. 

“Well, yes.”

Such a simple answer, but she appreciates that you are getting straight to the point. Some girls waste her time with nerves and stuttering, but you know exactly what you want. She almost feels sorry for you.

The succubus seems to know where your drawer with your journal is already. She rips out a page and grabs one of your black ink pens, throwing it precisely onto your lap. 

“Sign yourself to me.” 

You look up at her quickly, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. The demon sighs, impatient.

“Don’t you know how this works? You have to write it out. You write out your full name, mine, and that you give yourself to me. Otherwise, I can’t touch you.”

In all honesty, Ellie is a little nervous that you’ll back out. You seem like a smart girl. Maybe you’ll realize that signing yourself up for “giving yourself” to a demon is simply foolish. She finds herself feeling something akin to disappointment when you scribble down your name. 

“My name’s Ellie. Write it down somewhere, it doesn’t matter where. All I need is our names, and something that states that you’re mine.” 

Ellie. You write that down.

Once you dot that final period, Ellie is done with the whole patient act. She grabs your sock-clad ankles with rough hands, pulling you to lay down with your ass just off the bed. You squeal in surprise, but she pays no mind. She hasn’t had a virgin in a long damn time, and she is starving to make you cum for her. 

Her hips part your legs and she leans down to press hungry, sloppy kisses onto your pulse. You feel like you’re about to explode with need, pressure within you building, but with no stimulation. Nobody has ever touched you like this. You’ve never felt a person’s tongue swirl over your collarbone, or you’d realize that this feeling of pure need isn’t in the amount that a human should even be able to feel.

“I need you.” You plead with her, fingers pulling at strands of short hair. This seems to encourage her in ways you didn’t expect, because Ellie is already kneading your tits through fabric, fingertips rolling stiffening nipples with ease.

“Tell me what you want most.” She buries her face into your sternum, hands making haste of pulling the flimsy tank top over your body. 

“I want you to touch me.” 

Ellie grabs your face, hands unfortunately leaving your tits. “Nuh-uh, none of that vague bullshit. Tell me exactly where. How. I need to know.” There is an aggression in her voice that makes your heart drop and your clit throb.

You trail your hand down to the soft fabric of your panties and Ellie doesn’t care that you skimp out on actually telling her. She only peels them down to your ankles and tosses them carelessly. Before you can even beg for her touch, she grabs your hips and throws you into the middle of your bed in a flash. Your head is spinning from the action, the logical part trying to make sense of how she could pick you up and toss you so quickly like you weigh nothing to her.

Before you can register her next actions, her tongue is tracing foreign patterns onto your thighs and her hands are forcing your legs wide. 

“Say you want me to fuck you and ruin you.” Sharp teeth sink into your left inner thigh, branding you. 

“I want you to fuck me, please.” Your voice is breathless, your hips are shifting with impatience and need.

“And you want me to ruin you? Ruin this pussy for anyone but me?”

You let out a whorish whine at her words, a sound you want to be embarrassed about, but your brain can’t grasp the idea of protecting your dignity. 

“So fucking needy, I’m about to have the time of my life taking you apart.” She snorts at the way you try to pull her mouth down onto your sex, but to no avail. She wants you at your most needy so that she can milk every drop of pleasure from your body until you’re a panting, sweaty, and fucked out mess.

It feels like forever since she has been between your thighs, tongue swirling over stretch marks and fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. 

“Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you to fuck me.” You’re a mess beneath her, desperately trying to lift your hips enough to feel her tongue swipe over your clit. Instead, all you get is her warm breath over your aching pussy. You’ve been begging relentlessly, and you can’t tell if it’s working or not. 

Until you feel her spit drip from the hood of your clit, further down to your perineum. You gasp at the sudden warmth, and your legs squirm within the hold her hands have on them. You’ve been soaked for a while now, but it seems that Ellie thinks that your pussy wasn’t wet enough. 

You can’t even get out another round of begging before you feel her wet tongue slide up between your pussy lips and dig into your clit. You jolt and pull her head down, wanting to feel completely connected. You want her mouth onto you without any separation after so much teasing. 

The more pleasure flows through you that Ellie causes, the stronger her hold on you gets. You don’t seem to think much of it within your horny haze, but her nails grow sharper than your soft skin would like them to be, and her hold is more firm and decreasingly human-like, but the way she just eats you up makes you forget it all. It doesn’t matter now, you already signed yourself off to this. 

She is a succubus. You can’t be surprised when she moans like a goddess when you feel a particular jolt of pleasure in your body or when your free hand grasps your bedsheets for support. It’s a dangerous kind of perfection; even when you don’t physically show that her lips suckling onto your clip makes your vision blurry, she somehow knows and spreads you further.

You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve finger your own pussy and used vibrators in the past, but this is otherworldly. You wonder how you could ever live without this. You know that after you’re all fucked and spent, every bit of your need satiated, that you will never be able to have sex with a regular person. That should scare you enough to beg and cry for her to rip up the contract and leave, but there is a knot in your stomach that needs to snap in half. Ellie scratches every inch inside you, knows where you need her. When you crave her tongue deep inside your pussy, her taste buds are suddenly printed onto your inner walls, curling up into your sweet spot. When her mouth isn’t on your clit, her nose steadily fucks it. As if you need any of that to simply cum, though. Just grinding your pussy against her face in such a shameful manner as you’re doing now could be enough. That isn’t how this works, though. She needs you feeling the best.

You feel her middle finger part your folds and slip into your hole, and the feeling of another’s fingers inside of you besides your own for the first time is an experience that you simply will never be able to forget. She reaches places inside of you that you didn’t know about whilst flicking her tongue over your clit at a steady pace. You soon feel another finger inside you, and you realize how truly deep her digits can reach. How nicely they can stretch you, make you feel all full and warm. 

Her tongue pulls away from your clit, her thumb replacing it. The view above you makes you wonder how you’ve lasted this long. She leaves bites all along your navel while fucking you into a whining mess. 

“Fuck, you’re just so tight for me. Pussy needed to be ruined, didn’t it? You needed this.” She sounds breathless, and you can’t even dwell on it because suddenly her teeth, which are noticeably sharper than before, are sinking into your hip. You cry out, and she soothes you with her tongue as it laps up some blood that trickled out of the bite. 

Her fingers make your pussy squelch as they drill in and out of you and curl deep within your insides. You feel tears form in the corners of your eyes from the pure, unfiltered pleasure she sends through your body. 

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum. Give it to me.”

When her mouth trails up to suck on one of your nipples, swirling over the soft bud like she did your clit, you cum hard. 

There are no words to describe the way a demon can drain your body. It should be labeled horrific, not in a goreish way or in a truly depraved sense, but instead, in a way that leaves you truly ruined. You’re hers, now. Not that she plans on fucking you again, unless you really leave a good mark on her. The feelings that flow through you and transfer over to her are ones you’ll never be able to replicate again. No amount of one-night stands or kink-finding will lead you back to this orgasm. No book can make you feel hooked again, not after the feeling of her nails digging into your skin. It’s almost sad that your first time will actually fuck you up like this. If Ellie is able to feel any sort of guilt for you, she’ll find herself back in your bed. She can do that now. You signed yourself over to her, whenever she wants you. You’ll never find it in you to hate it, either. You’ll crave her so much that anytime she comes back to take care of you and feed off of your need, you will be begging on your knees for just one more orgasm from her. 

For now, you simply lay limp in your bed, body aching and covered in marks from someone who isn’t even human. The bites on you won’t leave your body, and you’ll be lucky if the hickeys fade. You can only hope that she will visit you again soon and give you what you need.

[kissesz]

[herdivineama]

ㅤ        ㅤ             ⠀✣ ⠀۪⠀ ´ beloved ⠘ ✫

yandere jinx x love deprived! fem! reader ft. vi and caitlyn

very self indulgent , regular-ish jinx ( she would be a perfect yandere ) , topside! reader , model! reader , nsfw + sfw-ish , mentions of killing / bombing people , overprotective! stalker! jinx , mini series , self aware-ish! reader , mentions of stolen belongings , reader described to be obsessed with pastels ( pink & blue ) , reader being friends w vi + caitlyn , jealous!/possessive! jinx , pervert! jinx , mentions of manipulation , kidnapping , wlw ( duh )

i — ii

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Another day, another item missing; your iconic poster of yourself. now the wall it was previous on was now empty and just a void of pink and blue stripes.

“caitlyn, i really don’t know.” your shoulders slump, already exhausted from these missing items; it started off small like from your lip glosses or nail polish to your panties and bra from your laundry basket then to your portraits and photos of yourself you hang up. “do you have security cameras?” vi asked her hand gripping her chin while looking around. “well i mean yes but they’re inactive right now.” caitlyn raised her eyebrow at you. “what do you mean, ‘inactive’?”

“i mean like i haven’t really put them up.” the pinkette and bluette girls stare at you in disbelief. “are you serious right now?” vi threw her arms up in the air. “honestly, we should just leave you to get more of your stuff stolen.” vi said, caitlyn sighed and pinches the bridge of her nose, “let’s put the cameras up.” you got out of bed, wrapping the sleeping robe around yourself, “finally someone isn’t judging me and is TRYING to help!” you glance over at vi as she rolled her eyes.

“another photo of my wife.” the girl muttered to herself, pulling the photo out of the stolen polaroid camera, a photo snapped of your back of your room, the way robe shaped your whole figure got her hypnotized, enchanted even. she shouldn’t even be here, not during the day at least. it’s too risky to be getting caught on the roof of a famous model and being a wanted criminal, but you have this invisible leash on her and she willingly follow you wherever. the only issue is them.

her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. vi and caitlyn, attached to you by the hip. it’s irritating. why do they get to be so close to you but she has to keep her distance? that’s not fair. you watches as the three of you living your bedroom. she thought about what if she just…sneak into your room and stay hidden like underneath your bed? it’s sure is big enough and the blankets spills over the bed and covers the sides so it wouldn’t be hard and you aren’t the most observant type of person.

“cameras in living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, closet, laundry room, and entrance.” caitlyn swaps on the tablet through the cameras as you make some breakfast, “anywhere else?” you shake your head no. “breakfast done.” you slide the rest of the food onto a plate for yourself and brings it to the kitchen island.

as vi and caitlyn chatted, you stayed in thought. you noticed how every time your stuff goes missing, the culprit always leaves sometime of note in messy handwriting. you haven’t shown your two friends, you don’t know why; maybe because she was swooned by the little love letters. just from the letters you can tell it’s a girl, even better.

“earth to y/n? hello???” vi snaps her fingers in your face, quite literally snapping you out of your thoughts, you blinked barely moving, looking over to the side with just your eyes. “yea? what’s up?” you picked up the warm bacon and egg together with your fork and puts the food in your mouth. “are you alright?” caitlyn asks, looking worried. you nodded. “don’t worry, we’ll find the person soon, they won’t get away with this.” you gave caitlyn a small smile, thanking her. “when’s your next model runaway?” you ate another place of food of your plate, “next…month?” vi looks at the time. “yea, thanks for breakfast y/n, me and caitlyn has to go now.”

caitlyn gets up and starts heading for the door with vi, “remember to give us VIP tickets, okay?” caitlyn joked. you let out a breathy laugh, “sure—later guys.” you watched as vi opens the door and locks back as they both exited and close the now locked door behind them. a faint sound of a breeze blowing inside made you turn around, your view landed on your bedroom.

you cautiously followed the sound and looks inside of the room, your window is open. odd. very odd. you always keep your windows closed, especially on lounge days. you quickly turn back and grabbed the tablet and looks through the cameras.

watching the footage from 30 minutes back, while walking to the shut the window. you were really debating on alerting vi and caitlyn, in the corner of your eye, on the tablet you noticed a slip of hot pink flash. you thought maybe it’s just the way your room illuminate light but you never have your big light on and living in dim lighting; so where did the pink come from?

now you’re really conflicted. you watch the pink light slip into your room but never out. so the whatever it is, is still in here. looking for it and calling the enforcers would be a rational move but you gotten curious and decided to just play along.

in all honesty, it’s way better than getting the enforcers, and the press involved with your personal life. so you’ll just stick around with this ‘game’ until you can uncover the truth yourself.

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[wandasaura]

DELICATE

summary — you’ve carefully planned for wanda and natasha’s return, and an abandoned red bra in the living room lays all of your plans on the table for them to bring to life while you sleep peacefully upstairs

warning(s) — established relationship, mention of battle and injury, mention of scars and wounds, avengers wandanat, alludes to dom/sub dynamics, consensual somnophilia, mentions of innocence and corruption, mutual masturbation, praise kink, oral, nipple stimulation/mild torture, straddling, grinding, fingering, somewhat delayed orgasm, brief fluff at the end, men/minors dni

kinktober

As Natasha crept through the house placed on the outskirts of a lively city, a lazy smile pulled at the chapped corners of her lips as she took in the sight of your mess sprawled across the kitchen and into the living room, and as she spotted a discarded bra beneath the couch, a hue of deep red adorned with intricate lace cups that left little to the imagination when it sat atop of smooth skin, a deep sense of desire warmed her belly with familiar sparks of pleasurable anticipation. Wanda was only a few steps behind her, hair tied up into a domestic loose bun that only accentuated the softness of her features that glimmered beneath the dim moonlight creeping into the foyer through the large windows lining the far wall in the living room. The windows had been one of her favorite features of the house when you’d moved out of the compound, and still you knew that if she was to be found nowhere else, she’d assuredly be sitting on the couch glancing out into the slow moving world around you.

They’d been away for days, off in Europe chasing down a lead that you admittedly knew very little about. Their line of work was dangerous, deadly, as much as you cared for their safety and dwelled on the security of the bases they crashed in while away, it was better for everyone if you were left in the dark. You knew only what you needed to; a rough estimate of how long missions would take, a very general description of the areas they’d be infiltrating, and close to nothing else. It had bothered you in the start, made you feel disconnected, unworthy, but when Wanda came home bloody and broken down during the early months of your intimate relationship, you’d realized that while they were cut out to face the despicable realities of human evil, you were not. You were soft, pure, untouched by humane darkness, theirs to corrupt in other ways; sexual ways. It was an imperfect dynamic, but one that you craved in their joint absence.

That discarded bra beneath the couch, in sight just enough for a perceptive ex-assassin like your Russian girlfriend to spot without difficulty, wasn’t merely an accidentally forgotten artifact that you’d gone willingly without in defeat, it was intentional, suggestive, an invitation for the corruption to begin again whenever they felt so inclined to tarnish your innocence. Upstairs, you slept soundly, body adorned in tantalizing thin silk fabric that pooled so loosely around your chest that your breasts became a spectacle for anyone to ogle if they so desired when you shifted any which way in your slumber. You didn’t know when they were set to arrive home, weren’t informed of the mission going off without a hitch, didn’t hear how the hinges on the door squeaked open and the lock latched shut. You’d gone to bed every night since they’d left in attire similar to what you wore now, and the thought of you so innocently giving your body away to the monsters that lurked in the night turned Natasha on beyond a reasonable explanation.

Near silently, despite the heavy soles of her combat boots weighing her footsteps down, Natasha crept up the stairs with Wanda hot on her heels, their hearts pounding in their chests as they sought out your presence and addictive body that had been so earnestly missed since their departure. Their returns home didn’t always come with sex and passionate sexual intimacy, sometimes it came with tight hugs that lasted minutes beneath the soft glow of artificial lighting, or long conversations in the downstairs bathroom as Wanda patched up Natasha’s injuries with tender affection and whispered apologies for the inevitable sting that came with the application of antiseptic. There was softness in your relationship, tenderness, but you wanted the harsher side of their love now, craved the corruption they adored putting onto you with consensual force.

When they found you, curled up on your side beneath heavy blankets that pooled around your waist undoubtedly due to a sudden hot flash sometime earlier in the night, your breasts exposed to whoever stepped foot inside your shared bedroom first, Wanda couldn’t contain her desire to have you any longer. Her tactile uniform was admittedly easier to slip off than Natasha’s, and she spared the woman no second glance as she dropped her heavy uniform to the floor at her feet to be dealt with later, instead making your tantalizing body her priority. She wanted to absolutely ravish you. She craved to feel your velvety walls around her fingers, pulsating and pleading to be ruined at whatever pace she decided on. She wanted to hear your soft moans as you came to consciousness to pleasure earned from her touch. She wanted you, and with or without Natasha, she would have you.

Her knees sunk into the mattress easily, jostling your body although you remained contently unaware of her presence. It was sickening to truly hone in on your drastic differences. Neither she nor Natasha would’ve slept through the lock being latched downstairs, neither she nor Natasha would’ve found peace sleeping so bare and vulnerable in a house without state of the art security (which they opted out of for the sake of reclaiming even an ounce of normalcy when off the clock), neither she nor Natasha would have remained asleep if the bed dipped so suddenly. Your innocence was remarkable, your trust in their willingness to protect you was admirable, but your eagerness to be ruined by two women that had done unspeakable things was what truly drove her crazy.

That first brush of her palm skimming against the silky skin of your thigh was heavenly, and it sent a pulse of electric excitement through her painfully untouched body. There’d been no time for intimate tenderness once they’d boarded the quinjet, no time to maintain the delicate strength of their romantic relationship. Natasha and Wanda had been teammates first, romantic feelings had come later on, that was how they worked so well on the field, but with each passing night of sleeping flush against each other with you in between them, it was getting harder to resist the nerve boiling urge to protect and cherish at all costs, no matter the casualties that came from two lovers choosing each other over the enemy on an already bloodied battlefield. The age of avenging was nearing its fatal end for two of the greatest anti-heroes the world had ever seen rise in the scattered ashes of trauma, but in its place would be the truest start to a wholesome relationship.

As expected, your cunt was ready for Wanda’s rough touch the second she pulled the thick covers away from your body and revealed the sight of you entirely for watercolor eyes to fall upon. You’d forgone panties, sleeping soundly with every inch of your soft skin exposed for the touch of your lovers to grope and caress at their own will. Wanda wasted not even a second despite having endless time to truly work you up, instead choosing to submerge her fingers calloused from days of wielding weapons and orbs of uncontainable energy into your soft velvety walls. She sought out that spongy spot within your cunt effortlessly, curling her fingers upward until she could massage it intently.

A soft gasp fell off of your lips when the sparks of pleasure caught up with your desperate body even in unconsciousness. Your body, soft and still, barely moved an inch as Wanda sank her fingers deeper into your core, her knuckles dragging against those slick walls that pulled her in deeper each time she gave into temptation to have you, drastically different from the nights where her simple touch had you writhing and pleading for more for anything she was willing to provide. It was the stillness of your wanting body that had her going in for more each time you gave yourself to them in slumber, and with Natasha to guide her desire to have you, soon it became two passionate lovers intent on provoking wild sensations of pleasure instead of just one. When the Russian joined Wanda in bed, her barren body adored with fading scars and newer gashes, the Sokovian hadn’t moved an inch, rather allowing her lips to ghost tantalizingly close to your glistening core, intent on being the one that brought an orgasm crashing over you whether you slept through the pleasure or woke in the midst of its climax.

Natasha didn’t object, rather focused her energy on teasing your nipples, allowing her calloused fingertips to pinch and tug at your erect buds with a near sadistic pressure that she wasted no time to ease you into. That first tug that turned into a harsh twitch had the delicate muscles in your face twitching, the slightest indication of pain rippling through your body evident, but she’d lightened her touches, kissed away the ache, and kept you asleep like it was something she’d been doing for a lifetime. Her thighs framed your torso as she hovered over your body, memorizing the innocence etched across your face as your chest rose and fell in even breaths, not yet uneven and frenzied like it would become in minutes when Wanda’s fingers and tongue had you teetering over the edge of pleasure just out of reach from being fully yours. Despite Wanda not caring if you woke, Natasha wasn’t ready for that just yet, and so with careful movements, she lowered herself onto your belly, the soft silk of your slip providing little friction where she needed most, but not willing to wake you to receive anything more.

In tandem, they worked your body up, teasing touches slowly became harsh movements, minimal whines and whimpers became labored breathing and quivering thighs. Natasha sought her own pleasure as she ground her hips against your soft belly, meanwhile Wanda had one hand between her legs and the other between yours, her tongue soothing the inches of skin and sensitive nerves that she couldn’t quite reach with only one hand. Their moans fueled your arousal further even in your half asleep state, and when Wanda moaned particularly lewdly against your sensitive core, vibrations shooting through your center and further tightening that ever growing coil in your belly, your eyes fluttered open in disheveled confusion that was quickly overtaken by immense pleasure. Your hands floundered for something to grasp onto, your heels digging into the mattress as you adjusted your position beneath them both, simultaneously opening yourself up for them to corrupt while giving Natasha more surface area to work with.

“Look who's finally awake.” Natasha mused tauntingly, her soft eyes sparkling beneath the thin beam of moonlight that brought lightness to your otherwise dark bedroom. She leaned forward to brush her lips against yours, but before you could reciprocate the tender affection she’d attempted to bestow upon you, Wanda was jackhammering into your cunt without restrain, drawing lewd moans from the depths of your throat that would surely have you scrounging for water in the morning to soothe the distant ache. “Gonna be a good girl for us, angel? Gonna cum for Wanda?”

“Please! I’m so close! God!” You cried out, still relatively disoriented from only just waking up, but more than willing to submit to their touch and willingness to give you pleasure. You could tell by the way Natasha’s hips stuttered against your navel that she was getting close herself, and if the frequent moans breathed against your cunt were any indication of Wanda’s approaching orgasm, you knew that there were mere seconds before she exploded with you. “I’m gonna cum! Please, I can’t hold it! Not tonight!”

“Not tonight.” Natasha assured sweetly, her voice soft and breathy as it floated through the silent bedroom and landed in your ears. You’d always been told that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but you hadn’t quite know the extent of its truth until you’d met both her and Wanda. You dreaded the weeks where separation was inevitable, but it always made moments like this so much sweeter. “I know Wanda’s close, baby. I know you’re close. Count of three, okay? Can we cum together?”

“Just– Just be quick! Please, I can’t hold it! I can’t hold it!” You pleaded with her to go easy on your desperate body, hoped that your high pitched whines and mindless scrounging for something to grasp onto conveyed that message clearly. It did, because with a soft countdown uttered by your lovable ex-assassin you came to a blinding climax in unison, sweaty, tired bodies melting into each other in the blissful aftermath. “I missed you.” You mumbled sleepily, wiggling out of your silk slip that was now sodden with Natasha’s arousal, though you didn’t mind the nakedness of your stature much anyways. Wanda would throw you a pair of her own pajamas inevitably, so you were only making it easier on yourself to change.

“We missed you, detka. So much.” Wanda mumbled, crawling up the bed until she could lay her lips on yours, the taste and scent of your arousal still clinging to her lips and togue, but you didn’t mind. “Happy Halloween.” She giggled lightly, reminding you of the holiday that had been vastly approaching, although you hadn’t done much to prepare for it, rather spent the last week riddled with intense feelings of longing and sorrow. That was in the past now, because even if they slipped away for another week long mission next month, you had them by your side now, and that’s all that mattered.

[back2bluesidex]

Slide - The Ultimate Decision - MYG

Pairing: Producer!Yoongi X Lyricist!Reader 

Theme: Angst, smut, unplanned pregnancy. Fwb to ?

Word count: 2.2k+

Summary: 

"I can't feel my legs Hop right on the ledge, jump right off the edge"

Alternatively, 

Worst decisions are always driven by anger and alcohol; but sometimes those are also driven by Love.

Warnings: so much angst, reader's inner turmoil, unplanned pregnancy, yoongi is making things worse, Hoseok is the doctor but he is not to be shipped with the reader here, he is a catalyst though, pining, so much pining.

Listened to Slide by Chase Atlantics

Minors do not interact!!

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A/N: The next chapter from the present timeline.

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You fumble with your phone, scrolling down numbers after numbers but can’t find a single contact you can call at a time like this. 

The pregnancy testing kit lies on your left hand as if it has been tattooed on your skin. For some reason, you don’t feel dread creeping up through the path of your neck. 

Should you cry? Should you call Yoongi and curse him to your heart’s content? Should you ask him to take the responsibility when he is about to start living his old happy life again? 

Probably you should. 

But the thing is… you can’t bring yourself to do any of those. 

You don’t even know what you should feel or what you need to feel at a moment like this. 

You don’t even have any idea of what’s going to be your next move. 

Will you keep the baby? Or will you choose to abort it? 

But before everything, you should consult with someone, who is wiser than you. 

Your fingers hover above your mother’s contact ID, even though you know your calls are going to go unnoticed, unanswered, ignored as if you never came out of her womb. 

And things will turn even uglier if she answers your call and you manage to tell her what you have done to yourself, more or less willingly. 

So you let your phone fall limp on your lap. 

How funny - you have absolutely no one to confide in. no family, no friends, no one. 

As soon as the realization hits, your eyes start turning blurry. 

Tear drops escape one by one, dampening your cheeks, throat, collarbones. You caress your stomach. 

“What do I do now?” the mumble comes out choked. And then you are thinking of him again. 

How he cried in his sleep the first time you brought him here with you. How he repeated his actions again during his last visit here. 

Both of the time you stood on the sidelines, the center of his universe has always been Gyuri. 

In the end, though, you have been the one affected - with blooming warmth in your chest and in turn a presence of life in your womb. 

As you think of Yoongi, your mind runs back to the man who had helped you in picking him up from the streets. 

You still remember, his card said he was an obgyn. 

Your tears cease. 

Yes. As much as you need a friend or family right now, you need an expert too. 

Standing abruptly from your bed, you run toward the other side of it, reaching out for the night stand, where you had kept the man’s card more than a year ago. 

You don’t have to struggle much to find out the card, it’s there as if it has been waiting to be found all these times. 

Holding the card in your hand, opens the flood gate of fresh memory of that night, of Yoongi’s dirty face, vomit all over his clothes and him holding you tightly in his sleep. 

That was the first and last time. 

He never held you for a second time, unless you were having sex. 

Pushing down the depressing thoughts, you grab your phone and with swift fingers dial the number of the man - Jung Hoseok. 

The clock reads 9 pm on a Wednesday night. And you pray, this is not past his business hours, he has no such mentions in the card as well. 

The universe seems to grant your prayer this time, probably out of sheer pity, as the man accepts the call on the fourth ring. 

“Hello, It’s Dr. Jung Hoseok, how can I help you?” The man speaks with a professional tone that sets you on an unexplainable ease. 

“Hi, uh, I am sorry to call you like this but I had managed to get my hands on your card and I think I need your help. I, um, I’m pregnant. And I think I need an appointment.” your hands start sweating now when you realize all of it is real. You are pregnant with the baby of a man who doesn’t love you. 

Pathetic. 

“How many weeks are you?” the man asks with the same professional pronunciation. 

“I don’t know. I just found out a few minutes ago. This is my first time and I don’t know what to do.” you speak honestly. 

These are the same words you want to confess to a friend, to your mother as well and most importantly to Yoongi. But talking to a stranger, about how helpless you are, is much less nerve-wracking. 

“You are not a teenager, are you?” he speaks, suspicion laced in his voice. 

A sudden chuckle leaves your throat, “I’m twenty seven.” 

The other side of the line only hums and then after a beat he says, “we usually don’t accept appointments made via phone calls but I can guide you on how to book one. If that’s okay with you?” 

“Anything is okay with me.” 

And you are not lying. At this hour, alone in your apartment, robbed off options, in the lack of a confidant - any assistance is okay with you. 

Any assistance is fine if that means you will be able to figure out what you are going to do with a baby in your womb, gifted by the man whom you let destroy yourself for the sake of love. 

The appointment is due at 3 in the afternoon and right now the clock is at 1:26. 

The hospital is an hour's drive away, hence, if you leave now, you will still have a 30 minutes on your hand. 

But the problem is that you didn’t inform anyone formally about this secretive appointment. Applying an official leave would raise questions about the nature and reason of the appointment and you don’t want that. 

You want to protect this truth with every drop of blood your body owns. 

So, you decide to quickly drop by Namjoon's office and tell him you need the rest of the day off for some emergency. 

For a matter you know Namjoon is not privy enough to inquire about the so-called emergency. 

Much to your dismay, your plans shatter like a porcelain vase as soon as you open the door of Namjoon’s office. Because one, there is no Namjoon, two, there is Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s expression mimics yours as he takes you in, standing there, staring at him as if he didn’t fuck you raw and left you with consequences just a month ago. 

But then again… a month of radio silence, a month of stolen glances, a month of no skin contact, a month of no Min Yoongi was more painful than you’d dare to admit. 

Your heart thumps inside your chest as you realize, you are standing in front of the man whose baby is currently in your womb. 

You are carrying a baby! And that’s Min Yoongi’s! Screams your mind at the loudest possible volume. 

But still, by some miraculous strength, you manage to smile at him.

A casual, nonchalant smile as you are used to. 

Except this time, Yoongi doesn’t smile back. 

He looks at you with eyes so deep that you fear you will succumb to them yet again if you stay here for a moment longer. 

“Where’s Namjoon?” you get straight to the point, without wasting your time in any greeting. 

“Y/N. Wait.” but you have always been weak to the way Yoongi calls your name. This time, you are hearing it after what feels like an eternity. 

“He went out to escort a guest.” Yoongi says, flatly, his tone devoid of any emotions. It’s tough to believe he cried in your arms a month ago.

“Oh. Then can you please let him know that I have an emergency and I have left for the day? Thank you.” you don’t wait for his reply as you start turning your heels to run away already. 

His voice works like glue and stops you in your tracks. You are now unable to move. A cold, calloused palm comes in contact with your upper arm, forcing you to face the man. 

When you face him, you see his face and expression has softened. The stoic expression is now gone and you are afraid of what to make out of it. 

This is not pity, is it? 

“How are you? It’s been so long- I wanted to see you but-” 

“But there is no reason to do so, right?” you finish his sentence for him, “I am fine, Yoongi. How are you? How’s Gyuri?” 

“All good.” he ignores the mention of the woman, "What's the emergency? Are you alright?” He places the back of his palm on your forehead, checking your body temperature. 

Your eyes fill to the brim. You need to leave right now or you will start crying. 

“I- I’m fine.” you lie, removing his hand from your skin, “it’s just something personal.” 

Yoongi frowns at that “oh. You can tell me. If you need any he-” 

“I can take care of it myself, Yoongi. You have a life to lead, you have better days ahead now, why would you even care about me? I was just a fleeting chapter anyway. Please- please don’t act like our time together meant anything to you. Please, I beg.” try as you might, you couldn’t contain it anymore. 

Just like you, Yoongi, too, is taken aback with your outburst. Though his eyes are kind, if you dare to add, then those might as well be in pain. 

But his next words only break you further, “wasn’t it a given? A silent agreement that our time together wouldn’t mean much to any of us?” 

Is he challenging you? Trying to elicit a further reaction? Is it a knife to dig more in your fresh wounds? 

If yes, then you will do everything to disappoint him. 

You nod, “Yeah. You are right. Forget I have said anything. Bye.” 

Yoongi opens his mouth to say something but you are faster than his words. Before he manages to say a word, you are out of the door and shutting it on his face. 

He is cruel. 

He has always been. 

But you still love him. 

You have always had. 

The fact that Yoongi can be a little heartless has never been a shock to you. 

Nevertheless, it didn’t harm you any less when he let those careless words out of his mouth. Then again, you can not even blame him because you had been the one to place your heart in his hands and asked him to play with it. 

In the end, it’s your fault. 

And you are already paying the price in more ways than one. 

“Miss Y/N?” a nurse calls your name, pulling you out of your miserable thoughts, “you can go in now.” 

With a bow and a forced smile you leave the waiting area and enter the OPD room. 

A man is sitting at the desk, with his scrubs and white coat on, the nameplate on the table says he is the one who helped you out that night. He is Jung Hoseok. 

You failed to look at his face that night, being too busy with tending Yoongi. But now that you are looking at him, he seems to be the embodiment of everything that’s positive, light, bright - much unlike you (or Yoongi for that matter). 

His eyes light up as he takes you in, with a big smile he says, “oh? You are Miss Y/N? I remember you clearly. Please take the seat.” 

You wonder how it's even possible to recall you after seeing you once, that too a year ago, “You do?” 

“Yes. I still remember that night and your friend.” He mentions Yoongi.

If he sees the man’s mention dims you even further then he doesn’t say anything but he chooses to change the topic right away, “have you filled the form?” 

“Yes.” you hand him the piece of paper. 

He goes through it all at once, probably having everything memorized, but his eyes get stuck at one point. And you have an idea what it can be. 

“As I can see, you have not added anyone as your closest contact?” he says with a careful tone.

“Yes.” you reply briefly. 

“You need to add one person at least, maybe a friend, or a family, or the father of the baby.” he suggests. 

“I- No one knows about this just yet. I don’t have any immediate friend or family who could help me out.” your hands are now shaking. 

“Sorry to pry, but what about the father of the baby?” Jung Hoseok leans a little further on the table, as if trying to measure your facial expressions. 

“He is unaware of the situation.” 

“Are you sure you want the baby?” he voices in the softest possible tone anyone has ever used against you. 

“Yes. I want to keep the baby.” and that’s it. If the baby is one last proof of what Yoongi had with you for no less than a year, if the baby is a proof that Yoongi had once held you, cried in your arms, dipped inside you to forget his own complications, then you want to keep it. 

And this will be your ultimate decision no matter what anyone else says. 

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[screeching-bunny]

Yandere! Concubine Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Many people would call you crazy or insane but you didn’t care. You absolutely hated your life and the god forsaken family you were born into. If you could choose, you would have been born into a lesser family. It wasn’t always like this, in fact when you were younger you were last in line for the throne. It was due to the sabotage of greedy and jealous mothers that got all your half siblings and full blooded siblings murdered. Unfortunately, that meant that you were forced into the position of being the next heir and eventually the new ruler.

You could remember the moment you became heir, you were immediately bombarded with people trying to curry up your favor. You honestly hated it, everyone just felt superficial and it didn’t help that as you grew, so did your power. Even your childhood friends were not immune to this. Imagine your shock when your closest friend got up on one knee and asked for the chance to court you. Then your classmate, then your former brother’s friend, and etc.

You had barely even had a concept of what love was. From a very young age your mother was murdered and your father hardly ever paid that much attention to you as well. You were mostly alone in your own little world and you absolutely loved that. People always just seemed so annoying to you that you did the bare minimum in communicating with others.

You tried to remain single as long as possible but your father did not agree with this decision of yours. He’s always seen relationships and marriage as a way to get more influence from around the world. So at the age of twenty, you were officially given a concubine, a foreign princess from the East. She was clingy and whenever you talked to other people she seemed to always want to monopolize your attention. This behavior only seemed to get worse when your father caused you to take in concubines to gain various alliances.

Within your harem there was competition daily. Sons of generals who tried to show off with their strengths, princesses who tried to get your attention with their singing abilities, princes who would try to show off their archery, scholars who showed off their intelligence, etc. The list goes on and on. There was so much jealousy in your harem that it was unbelievable. It also didn’t help that everyone was always trying to kill each other. You were so sick and tired of it. All you wanted was some peace and quiet.

There were daily assassination attempts on concubines, poised drinks to make someone infertile, constant fake crying so that you could favor someone, and etc. Every single time you take in a new concubine you could always feel them seething but you always ignored it. You didn’t know why they loved you so much, hell you even told them if they ever wanted a divorce you would give it to them. Yet, no one has ever left willingly. It was as if they looked up to you as a god or something it was just so strange.

You’re favored concubines were of course, always thrilled to have your attention on them. They were usually the ones who got to sleep with you at night. Seems as a privilege as only the most loved got to do that. You, however, had to be careful sometimes because unwanted sexual advances could happen anytime in the bedroom.

If you feel in a particularly good mood that day however, you may even let one of them bathe with you. “Your majesty, your skin is silky smooth. I wish to do this with you forever. No words can express how I feel and how much I love you. Won’t you allow me to be your first husband?” Yeah, this was basically how most of your conversations went. Everyone wanted to have the first slot at being your husband or wife. It was the ultimate showcase to prove you loved them the most and was a definite power trip for those in the harem.

Going to bed everyday was like a minefield. You just don’t know who’s going to show up in your chambers. Most of the time it’s one of your concubines, that you allowed to sleep with you for the night, in provocative attire. “Your majesty, I’ve been feeling a little lonely lately. Won’t you please pay some attention to me?” It’s honestly crazy how there is no limit of what these guys wouldn’t do for you. They just seem so overly infatuated and obsessive.

No matter what you did to them, they would always seem to look at you with love and admiration. You could basically insult all of them and they would accept it with a ‘thank you’. Nothing you did, could ever make them hate you.

Bullying was an extreme issue in your harem. No matter where you went there were always green tea bitches, white lotuses, and cunning foxes trying to bring someone down in your eyes. It’s even worse if they're new, having barely any awareness of what is happening, they definitely need to be more careful. No matter where you go at least three of them are stuck to your side. You’re alone time is basically nonexistent and extinct.

With teary eyes one of your concubines shout, “My lord, please help me! I’m being bullied by the others in the harem!” If you were being honest, you absolutely did not care about what was going on and one hundred percent knew that she was just using a manipulation tactic. However, to avoid the incoming headache you begin to console her and tell her that you’ll have a talk with everyone. You then decide to give her what she wanted and guide her towards your bedroom chambers. As you both leave she quickly looks at the faces of the others and sticks her tounge out. There was a look of absolute rage on their faces and with that they all had the same unanimous thought in their head.

“I’m totally going to get that bitch back for this!!!”

Pt.2

[littelovelunette]

NSFW ft. Sevika

CW: Sevika G!P, nsfw content ahead, BDSM, CNC

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Big spoon all in nude; Sevika likes her cock pressing against your butt as you both sleep, especially because if you're the one who wakes earlier, you can feel her morning wood hard against your cheeks. If she wakes up first... Get ready for a morning pounding.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Precums A LOT; you get her hard and you see her oozing her precum and it's always so hot to you. It's like her drooling, but with her cock. If you ever tease her with it, she will deny it though.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Sensitive tip and underside; Sevika will squirm when you suck her off and tease her tip a little too much. Her hips will raise off the bed, she'll try to hold back her moans though as she tangles her fingers in your hair and tries to make you suck all of her instead of just teasing her. Babygirl gets miserable :((

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Gets a boner at the worst possible time; You're both baking together? Gets hard. Maybe she just wants your buns? You both outside on a date? Gets hard. Playing poker with you on her lap? She'll get hard.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Didn't stop complaining after Vi kicked her in the nuts during their brawl; Sevika is still mad about the fact that Vi had kicked her in the balls during their fight. She won't let it pass, and you sometimes tease her saying Vi was thinking about Sevika's cock.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Won't have you sleep with it inside; Sevika is stern about it and you know no matter how many times you'll ask her to elaborate, she won't give you a proper reason whatsoever. Her point stands and she ABSOLUTELY won't allow you to sleep with her cock inside.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Prefers feeling you raw but is always stern with protection even when drunk; No matter how drunk or high she'll get, she won't forget to use protection. As of now, she can't imagine little hers or little yous running around, yet.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Barely needs lube because you're so wet for her, will tease you about it; do I need to explain?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ When she spanks you, she'll get hard and you can feel it under her; she spanks you often. When you tease her during her poker games or don't wear panties under your skirt deliberately, she will bend you over and spank you. She prefers to do it with her hand too and most of the times when she's done that, you could feel how hard she was getting. She has a thing for impact play.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Will put it in whenever you're naked and bent even at the most ungodly times just for the hell of it; whenever you both finish having sex and you go and bend to pick your clothes up, you can expect a 2nd round of pounding. She claims you willingly tease her by doing it. But we all know our Sevika is just horny ;)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Doesn't like jerking it if you're not there with her; Sevika says she doesn't like jerking it or fapping if you're not around or with her indulging. Because it feels wrong to be doing that although she would do that if she got way too horny without you around to help but she prefers not to jerk it. Likes having you do that though.

[ipegchangbin]

— it takes two

sub!jisung x dom!reader x sub!jeongin

You wonder if Jeongin regrets staying on the extra bed of your hotel room with Jisung. Maybe he feels like your getaway is more of a honeymoon he butt himself into. But it isn’t really third wheeling when he gets to join in on the fun too, right?

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🏷️ fem!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) smut. fluff. porn, no plot. 

🏷️ threesome. petnames “baby boy” and “noona” (reader’s age is never mentioned). tipsy sex (everyone is conscious enough to consent), unprotected sex, perversion, voyeurism, dacryphilia, jeongin is inexperienced, slight member x member, poly/open relationship themes.

📝 this is especially for the one and only @meivida !!! theyre my ride-or-die till the end, this is all for them ! to my proofreader, my twinnie, my bestest friend, the jisung to my changbin, the jeongin to my bang chan—who said that?? otherwise, enjoy!

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In his hotel room — and yours, and Jisung’s — there were two beds.

The main king-sized glory belonged to you and Jisung, the inseparable couple, and Jeongin claimed his place on the smaller extra bed. There was no reason to fret over anything.

But for some reason, Jeongin did.

He couldn’t seem to shut his mind off. Jeongin unpacked his things slowly and strategically, claiming his spaces in the cozy cabana-style room. It was supposed to be a simple vacation for the eight boys and their plus ones at the five-star resort, all for your well-deserved rest.

For some reason, he couldn’t relax.

Staring at the ceiling fan above him, he pondered the thought. It wasn’t that he had no plus one, nor that he didn’t have his own room. Those were childish things to complain about, and the cabana was too cozy to whine over.

His roommates, you and Jisung, weren’t exactly the source of his worries either. Sometimes you two would bicker and play around, sure, but it wasn’t annoying enough for Jeongin to feel as bothered as he was.

“Y/N, you know how I sleep. I’m taking this end of the bed!” Jisung whined, plopping a stack of his belongings onto the right side of the mattress.

You simply looked at him, astonished.

Again, Jeongin thought as he placed his train of thought back on its tracks; neither of you was exactly the problem. Jisung was his ride-or-die, his best friend for life. They showered butt-naked together multiple times. You weren’t the problem either; you had grown incredibly close with Jeongin to the point where you oftentimes stayed up to drink and plot against common enemies. Closeness wasn’t an issue with either of you; as a couple, he would willingly third-wheel anytime.

What if I’m intruding? What if I’m in the middle of something? What if they had their plans, he thought. He tried his best to wrap his head around the reasons behind feeling this uncomfortable, but nothing seemed to work. He cocked his head to the side, facing you and Jisung’s bed. It’s entertaining to watch you guys argue, but maybe sleeping is too awkward to interfere with. Was it too intimate of an activity? He had no idea, and, frankly, he didn’t think that was the issue.

“Oh, so you can’t even say please?”

You crossed your arms at Jisung, your gaze piercing through the poor boy. He shivered, and his eyes started darting everywhere but your face. You squinted at him, causing your boyfriend to finally freeze and respond.

“P-please? May I please take this side?” Jisung begged. “I-I’ll do…anything…”

The beats of silence that followed were nothing short of intense. Jeongin expected the awkward air to amplify, but it didn’t — instead, he caught himself zoning in on the scene, paying close attention to the both of you.

Your commanding glare softened a little. You almost chuckled at how pathetic Jisung looked, breaking into a nervous sweat, and it didn’t help that you smirked sweetly. Your hand trailed up from his tensed bicep up to his shoulder, his neck, and then his full and soft cheek. Caressing his skin with your thumb, you soothed your nervous wreck of a boyfriend, feeling his skin vibrate from your touch alone.

Jeongin couldn’t peel his eyes away from your movements. The both of you acted as if he wasn’t there; maybe you both thought that he had fallen asleep. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting the beats of the sequence, fully allured by you, and he didn’t understand why. It was as if he would have missed something if he blinked once.

He almost forgot to breathe.

“You’ll do anything for me?”

Jisung’s breath hitched, reminding Jeongin to exhale. “Yes, anything.”

He murmured something after. In a hush under his breath, Jeongin caught what he whispered.

“Anything for you, noona.”

Before Jeongin could even process the thought, you whispered something that he couldn’t quite make out, especially from his skewed, sideways view from the other end of the room. You both smiled, though: you smiled slyly as if you won the lottery, and Jisung smiled like he was obsessed.

Although he was more intrigued to know what you exchanged, you both walked away with your hands held together, making him shut his eyes and curl his head into the pillow to appear asleep.

“Yo, Innie, we’re just gonna grab a few drinks,” Jisung announced. “We’ll be—oh, look, he’s asleep.”

You both turned your heels and opened the door, leaving Jeongin alone and in awe.

Once he knew that you both walked far away enough, he attempted to sit up, only to feel an ache between his legs.

Well, fuck, he got hard, and he didn’t realize how long he had this hard-on.

Naturally, he ran to the bathroom and tried to take care of it himself. Unnaturally, though, nothing seemed to work.

Minutes ago, Jeongin desperately pulled his shorts down and took his aching cock in his hand. Pumping it slowly, he attempted to relieve himself, humming lowly at the sensations it gave him. He knew that he had to get off before you and Jisung came back.

But he couldn’t.

His cock stayed hard, almost as if it didn’t want to release. He picked up his pace, his long and pretty fingers making their way up to the aching red tip, palming it sometimes, only to slam down to his sturdy and thick base. Jeongin even teased his balls, cupping them slightly before stroking his above-average length. His panting turned into moaning, and when he realized that he wasn’t even close to leaking, he started whining.

“Fuck, why can’t I…” Jeongin started to desperately thrust his hips into his hand, leaning his back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. He met eyes with his reflection in the big mirror in front of him.

Embarrassed at the look of his desperation, he tried to cum with the thought of it. Jeongin hated the thought of being watched right now or being walked right into. You and Jisung could come home drunk, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be embarrassed. You could come home anytime. He had every reason to worry, and he did, and it made him hornier — but he couldn’t quite cum yet.

He’s insanely comfortable with both of you, but to be caught masturbating by his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend feels leagues worse.

But maybe they both noticed how hard he had been since earlier. He was able to notice the tent under the comforter earlier, so what more is there with either of you? Jeongin started blushing in embarrassment, his ears turning red and the apples of his cheeks flushing shades of warm pink. He sniffled his nose at the warmth of the blood rushing through his veins.

The thoughts couldn’t stop running. Maybe you didn’t notice, though, since you and Jisung were so zoned in on each other earlier. He couldn’t forget the sultry look in your eyes, sending Jisung into a state of panic that Jeongin’s rarely seen before. He never saw his best friend seem so…small. He faltered under your touch so easily, the silly and tough guy persona leaving him for just a single moment. Jeongin remembered how he couldn’t breathe while watching you, his eyes eagerly following your pretty fingers as they danced their way across Jisung’s skin. You put your boyfriend in a trance, but Jeongin was caught in it too.

He wondered if you knew it. He wondered if he missed the way you both glanced at him and smiled.

This is wrong, Jeongin thought. This is wrong, he repeated in his head. “This is fucking wrong!” Jeongin said aloud, panicking yet still pumping his cock at an even faster pace.

He shut his eyes at the overwhelming sensations. It felt like he was being overstimulated despite not cumming yet — except he was; he was finally close to releasing, even leaking solid amounts of precum on the shower tile. He whimpered a string of curses under his breath, letting pathetic whines echo through the shower and the entire bathroom. He was beyond desperate, not caring for how he looked. He pulled his shirt up and bit the bunched fabric, drowning out his noises as the cold air hit his nipples. Jeongin could only focus on the rushes of ecstasy, the pleasure in the pain, the growing release, reaching the point of cumming, until he finally—

“Bro? Innie? You in there?”

Upon hearing the hurried knocks on the door, he pulled his shorts up and fixed himself. He didn’t cum. Instead, he took two breaths to compose himself and respond.

“Yeah! In the bathroom!”

“Oh okay. We’re gonna head to bed. Good night,  Yennie!” You greeted, pushing your slightly off-balanced Jisung onto the right side of the bed.

Jeongin slid his shorts down, not to continue but to stare at his red cock.

He tried to tap the side of it just to let it spill the pent-up cum that he failed to release.

Nothing happened. It remained hard and aching, but he couldn’t cum as if he’d gone back to square one.

Jeongin whispered through clenched teeth, “How am I supposed to sleep now?”

His walk back was fast yet laughable. He was glad that neither of you saw it since he awkwardly shuffled in his steps, practically jumping into his bed when he reached it.

Trying to hide his erection was one thing he could do, but sleeping with an angry dick felt like hell on earth for him.

He shut his eyes and tried to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the more he dozed off, the worse the pain got.

Jeongin tried to breathe deeply just to ease the ache in his cock, shifting positions so that he could feel more free under the covers. As it happened earlier, nothing worked, and he only felt more stuffy.

He hummed a lullaby in his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like a troubled fox that hadn’t known sleep. He sniffled like one too; his nose still flushed a reddish pink.

Giving up slightly, he carefully and slowly slid his hand down his shorts. His fingers reached his cock, and he had to bite a hiss back. It felt swollen even if it grew to its maximum size, and every single touch felt like fire coursing through his skin. Jeongin took his time to touch himself.

Just like you took your time to touch Jisung.

For some reason, his brain seemed to always want to circle back to the scene. You two had already dozed off, the alcohol in your systems wearing away in your sleep; Jeongin was the restless one about it. He was fixated on your deliberate movements, thinking about how your fingertips must’ve felt warm and ticklish for Jisung. He also couldn’t believe how easily compliant his best friend became. It was a side to him that was new yet interesting, one that Jeongin never knew he wanted to both see and feel for himself.

And why did he enjoy seeing that side of him?

He didn’t know if he wanted to be you or if he wanted to be Jisung, but fuck, he couldn’t help but replay the scene in his mind. It was everything he wanted: the intimate yet powerful touches, the gazes, the closeness, and the shamelessness.

All of it was so wrong.

Jeongin dug his head further into the plush fabric of his pillow. He was under stress yet pleasure, pain yet delectation. He teased his cock and the inner points of his thighs, strolling his fingers down to tease his ass and sliding back up to the overly sensitive tip.

And then he heard a kiss.

His ears perked up at the noise, prompting him to pause. He didn’t fully stop, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t look back at your end of the room, instead facing the closed curtains in front of him.

See? You’re already hallucinating and hearing things, he thought to himself.

And then he heard another kiss. And then another.

The smooching was slow and steady; it wasn’t obnoxious in sound, it wasn’t too wet, it didn’t sound forced. They weren’t too calculated but they sounded as warm as love would’ve felt. Passion burned through Jeongin’s nerves with each kiss of the lips. It was so quiet yet it thumped so loud in his ears, ringing throughout his system and echoing through his brain with the strongest reverb. His cock twitched from under the sheets, moving on its own.

Jeongin took the remaining courage he had and turned his head to face you. The ruffling and shuffling of the fabric made the kissing pause for a few solid seconds.

He opened his eyes slightly and, as expected, saw your body sprawled over Jisung’s, angled in such a way that it looked like natural sleep — except that your lips were attached to his.

The moment you both thought that Jeongin had fallen back to sleep, you picked up the pace. Soon enough, Jisung swiped his tongue across your mouth. His neediness was apparent with the way he persistently dug his face closer to yours, but you had the reigns. You took control with your slight bites and nibbles. At that point, you were straddling his hips, grinding ever so slightly on Jisung.

Jeongin could barely see anything but he could hear it.

Soon enough, Jisung pulled your body up and closer to his. He quietly insisted on making you drop your full weight on him. You kissed him passionately until you didn’t, your mouth left with his drool all over it. Licking it up, you started kissing outside his mouth, the perimeters of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the peaks of his cheeks, all the way up to his temples, and down to his neck.

He instinctively jutted his hips upwards, grinding on you from underneath. An apology nearly rolled off his tongue when you caught it, pecking the tip of his tongue and lightly sucking on his bottom lip after. That was when you did the same, fully rolling your hips onto his, making you moan into each other’s mouths.

At this point, Jeongin had shifted his body to the other side to watch. Neither of you seemed to notice — nor care, or so it seemed — which was his go signal to watch with half-opened eyes.

Like earlier, his eyes followed everything. From your hands making their way down to Jisung’s tiny waist, to Jisung himself cupping your breasts ever so softly: the boy watched it all in awe.

Nothing was helping Jeongin’s erection at all.

He started tearing up at the nearly unbearable ache. He needed release but he couldn’t have it even in embarrassing ways. Even then, he simply couldn’t stop watching as you pulled Jisung up. He pulled your shirt over your head as you threw his shirt aside as well. He helped you out of your shorts as you did on him, every single action needy and desperate yet equally as full of love. They seemed to only burn with the risk, whispering things Jeongin couldn’t understand onto each other’s skin. Maybe you were telling him to go slower, maybe he was telling you to be quieter. Maybe you both didn’t care and were teasing each other for it.

Maybe you were plotting. Nevertheless, the poor boy found himself subconsciously rutting on the pillow between his legs.

You positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs, his bare and firm length awaiting your warmth from beneath — finally being met with the plush walls of your pussy. You kissed him hungrily this time and Jisung responded with a shamelessly loud kiss back.

Like a fox, Jeongin could be prey. He salivated at the sight, something he saw in real life for the first time even if he shouldn’t have seen anything.

He straddled the pillow more harshly, wrapping his legs around it underneath the sheets. His lips twitched as he tried his absolute hardest not to moan. He wanted to match your pace with Jisung, but he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.

You could notice him anytime.

And you did.

“Innie,” Jisung spoke up, pulling away from the kiss with a dumb smile. He turned his head to face Jeongin. “Noona’s asking if you wanna come and join.”

You ruffled Jisung’s hair and kissed his head. “Good boy, told your friend as I asked you to.”

Jeongin couldn’t believe anything. A few silent breaths escaped his system.

He was caught. You laughed at his face in the middle of your kisses. You knew, Jisung knew, and Jeongin was the last to realize.

He simply fell silent and the dead air thickened as milliseconds turned into seconds. A minute almost ticked by, causing everything to break. Suddenly, this probably wasn’t a good idea for anybody. You and Jisung grew slightly nervous.

If only you knew how much Jeongin wanted to say yes.

“If you don’t…I-I’m sorry. We don’t…we didn’t mean to invade. Promise. Just forget it if you don’t want to, we’ll take care of ourselves privately…”

Jisung started holding you tighter. You calmed him with soothing circles on the nape of his neck, assuring him to wait for Jeongin. His best friend couldn’t reply. He was too stunned, making you feel guilty for suggesting the sudden invitation in your tipsy thoughts.

“I know we drank, but I promise we’re fine. We’re so sorry it’s so sudden. If you’re uncomfortable—”

“Yes, i-if it’s okay, may I join?”

You and Jisung widened your eyes at Jeongin. The boy was probably also only half-aware of what he was saying but you knew that he meant it.

“I should…be the one saying sorry.” Jeongin sat up from his bed, not minding his erection in full view. he did not need to be embarrassed at this point. “Not gonna lie, I-I’ve been watching you two since earlier.”

It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t feel jealous that his best friend was getting it on, nor did he envy that you were fucking his best friend right in front of him. It was longing; longing for whether he wanted to be either of you or to be the prey caught right in between.

“I just…w-wanted to be a part…of it…” Jeongin could feel a lump in his throat. His eyes got watery from half-shameless embarrassment and the pain in his cock.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You smiled gently and tapped the small space left on the bed. “Come join us, baby.”

Jeongin practically threw his comforter away to stand up. You giggled and the sensation of your body moving against Jisung made him whimper.

While waiting for Jeongin to settle, you turned to face Jisung, your wonderful boyfriend. You cupped his face with gentle hands and watched him smile, soft cheeks filling your palms.

He was excited. He’d been craving a threesome for a long while and he knew that you liked Jeongin enough for it.

You pecked his lips and rolled your hips back, allowing him to fill more of your cunt until he bottomed out. “You’re my good boy. This is your treat.”

“Mhmm, always gonna be noona’s good boy.” Jisung bit his lower lip with a shy smile. “Noona’s baby w-will be good all the time so we can always have this.”

You had to laugh. “Did you hear that, Innie? He wants to have this all the time.”

As you turned, though, you were greeted with the sight of a salivating boy, eyes trained on your pussy as his hand sat still at the base of his cock.

“Need help there?” you suggested, placing your hand around his.

With gentle tugs and feathery touches, you guided his hand up to the tip of his aching dick. You slotted your fingers between his and played with his smooth flesh. He had never had anything like this before and he was too shocked to move without you.

Too dumb to know how to use what’s his.

“A-ah, fuck, n-noona…” Jeongin’s hips jutted forward by instinct. Jisung mirrored the action, pressing his cock deep into your walls.

It wasn’t intentional but it was expected; you’re dealing with two needy guys after all.

“Good boy, you know what to call me already.” Your hand slid down his cock in the same way you moved your hips along your boyfriend’s cock. “You’ve been listening intently, huh?”

You squeezed Jeongin’s cock at his shaft. “Like a pervert?”

“N-no—” you squeezed harder. “Fuck! Yes, yes, I’ve been a pervert!”

You laughed and let go of him, only to slap him right where you left his touch. You clenched your cunt tightly around Jisung at the same time — the two boys moaned and writhed at the same time.

“I’ve been watching since earlier! I’m sorry, noona! M—fuck!” He was on the brink of tears. Precum leaked out of him again but he still couldn’t bring himself to release.

Smack. Smack. Smack. With each hit, he would cry harder. His chest heaved and the tears finally spilled at the fifth turn. Your boyfriend wasn’t suffering any less, though: his hands clung to your hips and tightened with every slap. He flinched even if he wasn’t at the receiving end of pain — or maybe he was since you couldn’t stop clenching and thrusting abruptly too. He started shaking, moaning in higher and higher pitches, the flinches turning into full-body writhing as he mumbled random things that only you understood.

He was close. You pressed down on Jisung’s chest as your thumb covered the hole in Jeongin’s cock, teasing him. Your boyfriend immediately came inside you and allowed all his cum to gush out in the smallest, prettiest series of thrusts.

Jeongin wished to cum that way, but you were literally blocking him.

He didn’t dare let go of you, though, and his shaky hands never left your hips and back. Instead, Jisung opted to stay still inside you. He brought his upper body closer to yours, whispering into the crook of your neck. Jeongin couldn’t hear it through his sniffling but was glad to hear you parrot it back.

“My good baby here said that you should treat noona well. Only then can you cum.”

Jisung hid his face in your skin but only popped his eyes out to watch his best friend. “Sorry, Innie. Please fuck noona well.”

Jeongin couldn’t believe that he had to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend with his cum inside her. Moreover, he couldn’t believe how much it turned him on even more.

“Think you can do it?” You asked with a smirk.

“Y-yes, noona.”

Not even one beat passed and Jisung propped you off of him, guiding you down on the bed. He gave Jeongin a pat on the back of his shoulder, a gesture he’d always done before.

Jisung kissed his cheek too before latching his lips onto your bare nipples for comfort.

Jisung sucked at your supple and plump skin while Jeongin positioned himself in between your pussy’s reddening lips. Even its exterior felt all sorts of soft to him, far from the quality of a silicone fleshlight. Despite this, he still knew that you would treat him like a stupid little fucktoy.

And you did.

You simply pushed Jeongin by his waist down onto your body. Suddenly his tip made its way inside, forced in with an overwhelming amount of ecstasy that Jeongin couldn’t take anymore. He still held back from cumming, breathing deeply and rapidly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He continued to cry as he sank himself further inside you, feeling the mixture of your smooth wetness and Jisung’s thick and creamy cum. It didn’t help that you were moaning so deliciously, roaming your hands around his waist, and Jisung was giggling and smiling contently while playing with your boobs.

It was all too much for Jeongin but he kept going. Your hand squeezes earlier were nothing compared to the grip of your cunt. Nevertheless, he did his best to pull back and push down to fill you up to your limit. He made sure to make you moan as soon as he found your sweet spot — he’s glad that Jisung pressed down on your skin.

“Noona, noona, fuck, god fuck…”

“She’s amazing right?” Your boyfriend smiled until his gums showed and his eyes crinkled.

“I better be,” you teased back.

He laughed in response, licking a heart shape on your nipple with his tongue. “Mhmm. I love my noona.”

“And I love my baby boy.” You signaled him with a finger to turn him around. Jisung showed you his ass and you tapped his round cheek, hitting the mole that cutely reflected his face mole. Before he knew it, you sank two fingers inside his ass.

“I’ll make you cum again, pretty boy. Show me how much you can cum with that pathetic little cunt of yours.” The words echoed through Jisung’s emptying head as he grew more and more in need. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was close anyway since his legs were closing and his ass seemed to clench nonstop.

“And Innie baby, please, show me how good you can make me cum.”

At this point, Jeongin truly only felt like he was good for cumming and making you cum. He mindlessly picked up his pace on your cunt, shocking you with how mind-numbingly fast he went. He grew completely desperate the more that he went, pressing every inch of your skin and moaning your name over and over. He was pathetic yet focused.

Jisung came, ass clenching around your fingers, but he couldn’t peel his gaze off the action.

He needed to cum as much as you did. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and your voice seemed to falter slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You didn’t even need to command him. Your boyfriend seemed to help the both of you too, playing with your clit with one hand whilst he praised his best friend endlessly.

“Innie,” you huffed, “Inside. please.”

Jeongin blinked hard, not holding back on his whines, screaming when he finally released inside you.

His cum gushed out with load after load after load. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop, and he never could bring himself to pull out. He simply collapsed on your side, his thick cock still sunken deep inside you. You came at the same time, moaning his sweet little nickname while you felt yourself gush your essence along with his release. Jisung watched the white, creamy cum leak out of you before bringing a finger to it just to taste it.

You all tasted fucking good.

“Oh shit. I’m dizzy.” Jisung plopped his head next to yours and clung to your other side.

Your boyfriend mumbled something about the soju being rough on him before he sleepily told you that he loved you. Jeongin thought that he would be knocked out solidly after, but felt whiplash as soon as Jisung kissed his cheek again and told him the same.

“Love you both. Thank you so, so, so…”

He instantly fell asleep, his face squished next to your cheek.

You laughed lowly and turned slightly toward Jeongin. You held his face with your free hand and stroked his chin. His eyes smiled along with his dimpled cheeks in pure contentment.

“Smile more, baby. Your dimples are cute.”

He blushed hard in response. “Thank you, noona. R-really. Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime.” You kissed his forehead and then his nose. “I love you, Innie.”

The boy melted at your words with a pretty, full-toothed grin. “I love you too, noona.”

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Tara’s Teasing

A simple oneshot about Tara finding some…evidence of Sylus on you

Not really NSFW but suggestive, probably better if minors DNI anyway!

Sylus x Reader

Mostly fluff?

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The sounds of papers flapping accompanied the ticking of vigorous typing. It was a slower day for the Hunter’s Association- at least for field missions. The metaflux fluctuations had been all but absent, allowing for hunters to catch up on their paperwork.

You hated office days, needing to move constantly. But the pile of paperwork on your desk only continued to grow the more you tried to ignore it. Tara finally convinced you to start on it by promising to treat you to milk tea after work, and that was just the motivation you needed.

Tara had been hovering around your desk the last few hours. It was annoying and you tried your best to ignore it, assuming she was checking on the progress of your work. She was your best friend, but sometimes you wanted to swat her away like a gnat.

It was when you felt something plucking at the starched collar of your shirt that you swivelled around in your chair and caught her wrist with a slap. You stared at each other for a moment, and you squinted suspiciously at the waggle of her brows.

“I knew it,” she said.

“You know things?” You teased with a quirked brow. Normally she would turn into a tiny ragemonster at such a joke, but all she did was grin mischievously. It was freaking you out.

“You’ve been wearing high collars all week, you hate high collared shirts,” was her only response.

Your brows drew down, suspicious in the direction of her thoughts. “What’s your point?”

Tara leaned in conspiratorially and with the biggest cheshire cat grin you’d ever seen on her face. It was enough to make you squirm, and you knew you were blushing like mad.

“So who was it?” She leaned in more, her voice dropping lower so others couldn’t over hear. “Was it Doctor Zayne?”

“What?! No!” Your voice was far too loud but you couldn’t help it. You cleared your throat and more calmly said “he’s just a friend, I wouldn’t do anything like that with him.”

“Do anything like what with who?” Simone rolled her chair over. Having heard your obscenely loud declaration, she decided to investigate only to find Tara pressing you for information.

And then the infuriating girl tugged down your collar to show the mark that you were trying to hide. Simone’s eyes widened and you saw a mischievous glint enter them too. All you could do was groan.

“Soooo?” Tara nudged your shoulder. She wasn’t going to relent, but you couldn’t exactly tell her you were sleeping with the leader of Onychinus.

“I bet it was that one guy from karaoke, what was his name? Skye?” Simone waggled her brows at you and the deepening blush only confirmed her theory.

“Ooooh he was a hottie!” Tara’s squeals of delight echoed in the room. You were glad, then, that everyone else seems to have gone to lunch.

“So how was it? That beautiful of a man has to be good, right? Even if he sucks at karaoke.” Simone was enjoying this torment as much as Tara, and you hated every second of it.

“And who initiated? It was him, wasn’t it?”

The pair of them pressed for answers and wouldn’t relent until you finally gave in.

“Okay, fine, yes it was Sy- er- Skye! And it was fantastic, and yes, he initiated.” You buried your face in your hands in embarassment.

“I knew it,” Simone chuckled. “I swear that man is in love.”

“Wait, what?” The words gave you pause, and you looked at Simone with your face scrunched up in utter confusion. “Lust, maybe, but love?”

“Oh, please,” Tara said, knocking the back of her hand against your shoulder. “That man couldn’t keep his eyes off you if his life depended on it. And only a man in love would willingly embarrass himself to make his girl smile like he did at karaoke.”

“Exactly. He had eyes only for you, and he kept looking at you like he was in a dreamy trance.”

You thought about your interactions with Sylus. He was really attentive to you, but you’d assumed it was because he wanted something from you. And the night of passion you’d shared with him was just a one time thing to blow off steam…wasn’t it? You’d only known him for a couple of months, and sure he was attractive in every way you could imagine but…

“No, that’s not possible,” you declared in a fit of denial.

“Pfft, fine. Next time you see him, I dare you to ask him.” With that, Tara and Simone left to return to their own desks. The rest of the team had started filing back in from their lunches, and you were left in mental disarray.

For days after, you thought about what your friends said. Sylus had been busy and hadn’t contacted you during that time, and you were grateful for the space to think. Even if Mephisto tried and failed to stay discreet while he watched over you.

Even when you were sitting at the bar in Sylus’s kitchen, watching him move about as he prepared you a small dinner, you were thinking about all the things he’d done for you. All the small gestures that could be considered love. Your eyes drifted over the broad expanse of his back and trailed down to his narrow hips, lingering on his- embarrassed, you looked away. There was definitely no doubt you were attracted to him but…love?

Your heart thudded almost painfully when he turned to you with a soft smile. He placed a plate in front of you and you observed the contents. Fillet mignon, veggies, and potatoes.

“Enjoy,” he chuckled, noting your worried expression. He’d made this dish before, and it had been…well, not awful, but not entirely edible either. You cautiously dug into it and were delighted to find that it was perfect.

“You’ve definitely improved,” you comment when finished. He laughed with that rich voice of his, and it sent a shiver through you.

“I had my chef teach me a few things,” was all he responded before collecting your plate and depositing it into the sink. He came around the counter and took your hand to help you out of your seat.

With little coaxing, he took you to the roof of the base, where he had a nest of blankets and pillows waiting to watch the full moon rising over the buildings of the N109 Zone.

Snuggled against him under a blanket, with his arm wrapped around you. You soaked in his warmth and smiled. You had never felt more content than in this moment. It was then that you realized your feelings for him.

“Sylus?” You nervously took his hand, running the pad of your thumb over knuckles roughened by throwing fists.

“Yes, kitten?” His voice purred in your ear and you had to make an effort not to shudder. You looked up at him, his crimson gaze on you so painfully tender.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you blurted out. He quirked a brow at your awkward confession before chuckling and pulling you in for a kiss against your forehead.

“That’s a good thing, then, because I’ve so hopelessly fallen for you.”

Your heart stuttered with his admission. As the full moon crested the highest building, you leaned into him and kissed him fully. The remainder of the beautiful night was spent in his bed, where he proceeded to show you all of the ways in which he loved you.

[shaunamilfman]

can't wait for love (to destroy us) [2]

pairing: Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman x Reader summary: The girls are still fighting, but at least you've made some weekend plans in the process. note: MDNI. More smut. masterlist

You hum along aimlessly to the music playing from the stereo, yet another edgy song you and Shauna both like that Jackie always playfully rolls her eyes at before turning it to something appropriately upbeat. But it’s just the two of you today, so the song plays on unchallenged. It’s strangely disappointing.

Shauna does that a lot, you’ve found: playing music that she knows the both of you like whenever she drives. It hadn’t been like this before the two of you had started sleeping together. No, back then she just subjected you to whatever band she was particularly into at the moment, often on loop. Sometimes you swear you can still hear that album ringing in your ears, the one she had chosen for the road trip from hell. Even now the opening chords to any of those songs made your eye twitch.

You’d once thought to ask her once what the name of the playlist was, assuming it had all been full of songs you liked only by coincidence. You’d been intent on stealing it for yourself, only to find yourself at a loss for words as you caught sight of your name as the title. Just your name. It wasn’t like the title was particularly intimate, none of the hearts or kisses you’d caught around your name in Jackie’s contacts, but the sight of it on Shauna’s phone made you squirm. She had immediately snatched her phone away the second she realized what had happened, visibly red and flustered for hours after. You didn’t press her on it–what would you even say?–but the memory of it lingered long after.

Moments like that made you hopeful, embarrassingly so, that you might mean something to either of them beyond the means of making the other jealous. It’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you first didn’t nudge away Shauna’s wandering hand at a party or didn’t push Jackie away as she claimed a seat on your lap. They hadn’t been arguing then. This particular spat wasn’t anything particularly special, but it had been going on long enough that you were starting to get a little concerned. Especially when no one would tell you what it was about.

You’ve just been delusional enough to think that there might still be a future in this, with them, but it’s been hard not to. How could you not when Shauna carefully curates playlists for the two of you to listen to, or when Jackie includes you in her constant teasing of Shauna?

You should know better, shouldn’t you?

You’ve been staring out the window long enough, eyes flicking across the familiar street corners and dingy shops on the way to the movie theater, that you almost cry out in shock as Shauna clears her throat suddenly. When you turn your head toward her, Shauna’s not even looking at you, intently focused on the road with only one hand on the wheel. You eye her arm curiously as it rests on the center console, unsure if you’ve ever seen Shauna take one hand off the wheel when it was only the two of you in the car.

After a moment of continued silence, you just mentally shrug it off, turning your head back to the window. Before you can even find your train of thought again, you hear Shauna clear her throat once again, more insistent this time. You give her an exasperated look, staring daggers into the side of her head. She still doesn’t deign to give you a response, simply tapping her fingers against the top of the gearshift. It’s deliberate, strangely calculated, like she’s trying to signal something while refusing to speak the words aloud.

If it were Jackie, you might suspect she was trying to passive-aggressively cue you in that you missed her getting her nails done, but if Shauna’s ever willingly seen the inside of a nail salon, you certainly weren’t privy to it. Just in case you make sure to look, if only to reassure yourself they’re still as polish-free as ever. They’re exactly as you remember, as they always are: clean, carefully trimmed short, and bare. No new rings either. Nothing about the gesture seems to give away her intention. Unless…

You turn your head to hide your smile at the realization, especially at the frustrated huff that leaves Shauna’s mouth as she thinks you once again failed to get it.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters, her voice laced with exasperation and something even softer, maybe even embarrassment. Shauna grabs blindly at your arm, still gentler than you’d expect with how flustered she is, and pulls it toward her. Shauna laces your fingers together tightly as she rests your hands against your thigh, holding on like she half expects you to try to tug your hand away. The thought of Shauna trying to fight to hold your hand was certainly enticing, but you’re too afraid she might just take it away entirely.

When no such reaction comes, she starts to relax her grip, content just to hold your hand, only to find your fingers squeezing back tighter to make up for it. When you look at her again, her cheeks are flushed, lips pressed into a thin line as she stares intensely at the traffic light.

You sit in silence for the rest of the drive, enough that you'd almost forget she was even there if it wasn't for the warm weight of her hand in yours. Her thumb brushes against your skin, rubbing little nonsense patterns that make you want to ask her questions you shouldn't. You think the touch is more for her comfort than your own, the way she still can't meet your eyes seems pretty damning evidence, but she's never tried to hold your hand before. 

Jackie has, obviously. She loves to touch. She's clingy in a way that feels both endearing and utterly overwhelming, hands drawn to you like opposite ends of a magnet. But even she prefers to hold on to your arm, wrapping herself around it so tight she might as well have used glue. You've joked before that she must've been a purse in a past life. 

The closest Shauna usually gets is her hand splayed across your back or resting heavily on your shoulder as she guides you where she wants you to go. The kind of touch that's less about affection and more about control. She's always so impatient when it comes to anyone else besides her or Jackie talking to you. It was one of the few times you could guarantee she would touch you outside of your occasional–quickly becoming consistent–hookups. 

Which is to say, this is new territory for the both of you. You're not sure what to make of this, what conclusions you should draw from this. You know which conclusions you want to draw, but you've been burned before. 

Every so often you sneak a glance over at her, just to watch the way her face twitches in irritation whenever someone does something in traffic she doesn't like. Normally you could count on Shauna to have cursed out at least one person by now, especially the guy that passed her only to slow down in front of her, but today there was nothing. 

It's not an uncomfortable silence, but with Shauna it rarely is. Even when you know she's over there brooding, you rarely feel the need to interrupt her. There's just something about the way her face smooths out when she thinks that reels you in. None of that little tension that always follows her around. She creates most of that tension herself, but it's still nice to see her unburdened, if only for a moment. 

“Are you ready?” Shauna asks suddenly, a little awkwardly. You jump at the question, realizing you'd been staring at the side of her head so long that she's already had time to park the car at the theater. Her face is redder than it was before. 

She's noticed too, then. 

You clear your throat, saying nothing as you silently open your door. You're about to shove your hands in your pockets as you walk toward the theater when Shauna grabs it again, holding it tightly between you as she drags you along. 

You wish it didn't feel like a date. 

… 

You wonder idly as you glance around the mall if you could get away with just making a run for the doors. It’s not a serious thought, not one that you’d even consider if not for the desperation you feel watching Jackie pull her card out to pay for another bundle of bags you’re sure you’ll end up carrying as well. You doubt you could manage to get all the way out the door without tripping or plowing down someone unlucky enough to find themselves in your path. Also, who the fuck is stupid enough to try to pull a runner on the captain of a national-winning soccer team?

You, if this ends up taking much longer.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting this to take all day. You’ve certainly dragged Jackie into some stores she wouldn’t normally step into, but the longer Jackie hangs off of you and hands you all her things, the more you start to wish this was something it wasn’t. You’ve been feeling that way a lot lately, to your own chagrin. 

It was hard not to, with Jackie looking at you like you put the stars in the sky more often than not. It makes you wonder how Shauna could even stand arguing with her when it meant not being on the receiving end of that smile, the one that lit up her entire face with it. Some people have such fake smiles, like the one you save for running into someone you barely knew in middle school but feel like you should acknowledge somewhat as you pass by, but every smile you’ve ever seen on Jackie’s face was achingly genuine.

You’re not sure how anyone could stand living like that, but Jackie makes it look so easy. She makes a lot of things look easy in a way that would inspire jealousy if you witnessed it in anyone else, but it only makes that feeling deep in your chest feel more and more daunting.

Daunting is an unusual description, but it’s one that seems to fit more often than not. As much as you wish the thing shared between you and Jackie and Shauna meant something, a part of you that seems to grow larger and larger each day is terrified of that being true.

What would it mean if they did? 

What would that even look like?

Their dynamic has been ironclad since they were five years old, tested by fire and boyfriends and screaming fights about anything and everything under the sun. Friends come and go, but Jackie-and-Shauna were eternal. There’s not room for you in that, and you’re not sure if they could even stand to make any. 

It’ll be fun while it lasts. If you keep reminding yourself that it might just become true soon. You’ve become far more invested than you’d originally planned, which seemed like a blessing at first–having two gorgeous girls who wanted to hang out with you of all people–had quickly turned into this.

“Hurry up,” Jackie complains, mouth close enough to your ear that you can't help from reflexively making a face. You try not to let it show how totally she’s startled you out of your thoughts. When did you start walking?

Her head rests against your shoulder as you walk, her hand tightly intertwined with your own as she wraps herself so tightly around your arm that she'd have to be surgically removed. Your other hand is, of course, tied down with all of Jackie's and your own purchases. The thin handles dig into your hand, not at all helping the general ache of that side of your body as you awkwardly try to shift them around in your hand. 

“My hands are a little full,” you excuse dryly. 

“That's quitter talk,” Jackie says brightly, holding onto your arm tighter in lieu of offering you any actual help carrying anything.

You scoff, the corners of your lips twitching up despite yourself. At least she was consistent. Jackie notices immediately, of course, and somehow grows even more smug. You hate how much the look works for her, the way it only seems to accentuate the face that’s hard enough to draw your eyes away from in the first place.

Jackie just hums, utterly unbothered, her cheek brushing up against your arm as she looks up at you. “You shouldn't be so comfy if you wanted me to hold onto things.” 

“I'll try to work on that,” you mutter, wincing as she starts to drag you into yet another clothes store. 

“Jackie.”

“Just one more,” she adds, as if you haven't heard that one before. There's a gleam in her eyes that tells you even she doesn't believe the words as they’re spoken. Still, greater women have fallen victim to the whims of Jackie Taylor.

“Just one more? More like just four more,” you mock under your breath, but Jackie just laughs as she hears it. She’s good at that, not taking offense to things that might irk others. You suppose she has to be, with Shauna as a… whatever they are.

“You're starting to sound like Shauna,” Jackie accuses, her voice light and carefree–just like the hands she refuses to lift to help you. 

“Can't you just kiss and make up so she could do this?” The words are meant to be a joke, but it's immediately obvious that Jackie didn't take them that way. Jesus, what the fuck are they even arguing about? 

Jackie's eyes narrow, her playful smile fading from her face. “Why, would you rather be with her right now?”

Trap. Trap. Trap. 

“Of course not. I just know you miss her, is all.” 

Jackie looks like she isn't entirely sure that she believes you, even though it's the honest truth, but decides she's going to drop it after she realizes that a few of the girls around you are staring. She clutches onto your arm tighter, as if to shield herself from their stares. Both of them seem to hate when other people look in your direction.

“Shauna,” she stresses, “did this to herself. Like usual.”

“What did she do?” You ask hesitantly. 

It’s as likely to blow up in your face as it is for Jackie to just laugh it off, but you’ve been stuck between them so long you feel like you must have the right to at least ask at this point. You know Shauna wouldn’t agree, so you had refrained from asking her all day yesterday even as the question was burning in your mind. 

Shauna certainly hadn’t noticed, or at least played it convincingly enough for you not to notice–which you doubt she’s capable of. She had been far more preoccupied with providing your favorite snacks, giving you that smug little smirk of hers as she snuck the box in the theater under her jacket. Truthfully, you doubted the usher got paid enough to care, but the look on Shauna’s face as she brought out your hard-won candy had been enough for you to keep that comment to yourself.

Jackie was a safer option for a lot of things, this line of questioning chief amongst them.

Jackie just shakes her head, reaching up to tap your nose with a touch of playful condescension. “Stop fishing. You're not good at it.” Despite the apparent harshness of the words, they're spoken entirely teasingly. 

You just sigh, keeping the rest of your thoughts to yourself as you idly glance around the racks behind her. This wasn’t exactly what you would consider your type of store, so you were left to dutifully follow Jackie around as she ran her fingers over every hanger on every rack. She was so thorough, never leaving a single rock unturned if there was a price tag attached to it. You’ve watched Jackie circle a building three times trying to find the only classroom in it, but she could find a dress she wanted from across the store.

“Oh, look,” she says, grinning as she holds a shirt up to your chest. “You'd look so good in this.” 

You take one look at it and crinkle your nose. “I would never–” A quick look at Jackie's hopeful expression aborts that thought before it leaves your mouth. “...Think to buy that for myself.”

Your smile only becomes more strained as she drags you off to try it on.

Great.

… 

“Shauna,” you say slowly, reluctance coloring your voice as you look down at her from the edge of the bed. She's sprawled across it lazily, her hand resting across her stomach as her fingertips just barely tease inside the waistband over her boxers. You can't look away from the sight, eyes drawn to her leg as it rests against the wall. 

“Yeah?” she asks, not even bothering to feign innocence. It's just blatant teasing, especially the way she spreads her legs just wider as she notices where your attention has been drawn. 

She's just trying to keep you late, you know. You know as well as she does that Jackie's getting back from class soon, and she'll be expecting you literally anywhere else but here. You should go. Shauna's lips curl into a smirk, fingers sliding fully beneath her waistband, and suddenly the thought of leaving feels like an impossible task. 

Where else would Shauna want Jackie to find you than knuckle-deep inside her?

This level of enticing wasn't something you previously thought Shauna capable of, but whatever cat-and-mouse game the two of them have been playing has only escalated as the days turn into weeks. 

“You're going to get me in trouble,” you mutter weakly, climbing onto the bed between her spread legs in lieu of falling to your knees and begging for it. You can't resist the urge to reach out and touch, fingers gripping the inside of her knee as you spread her wider. Shauna just lets you, arching her hips up as her fingers hook in the waistband of her boxers and pulling them down her legs. You take them off for her as they reach her knees, dropping it off the side of the bed to the floor without a second thought. 

“This isn't a good idea.” You try again, eyes drawn between her legs as her fingers tease across glistening curls. 

“No,” Shauna agrees, nudging you with her knee. “I think Jackie would lose it if she saw this.”

“It's not…” You trail off as one of her fingers dips inside, a groan leaving her lips as she quickly adds a second. “It's not right to mess with her like that. You guys keep putting me in a bad position.” 

“And what?” Shauna asks with a scoff. ”You think fucking both of us makes you the good guy?”

She gives you a glare, though weaker than you know she's capable of. “You guys keep putting me in a bad position,” she quotes mockingly. “You didn't seem to mind when I rode your fingers in the back seat of my car. Or when you and Jackie fucked on my bed–yeah, you thought I didn't know about that?”

You squirm at the look on her face as she tells you this, wondering if Jackie had told her the moment she got back to their room. Did she spare no detail in her retelling? The thought of Jackie sharing how she had coaxed you, teased you, and finally broken you down until you agreed to use Shauna's vibrator on her sent a wave of heat right through you. 

“Did you think I wouldn't notice? The sheets weren't even washed.” She sounds almost offended at that. You flush guiltily–Jackie had promised to take care of that particular encounter. 

The memory of the way Jackie had almost smirked as she kissed you goodbye flashes through your mind, and it's suddenly clear that taking care of it had never been a thought in her mind. God, that woman could drive you crazy. 

“Jackie left my vibrator for me to find.” Shauna scoffs. “My vibrator. Like it was a trophy. She couldn't even be bothered to put it back in the drawer.”

“And you. You're so full of it,” she adds, her voice low and mocking as her fingers pick up their pace again. “Pretending you're caught up in something you don't want.”

Shauna waits a moment, like she's waiting for you to try to defend yourself. Even if you wanted to defend yourself, and you definitely don't–not with the way her chest heaves when she's angry, or playing at anger–you're not sure you could even come up with a decent excuse. It's not right what you're doing, no one knows that better than you, but neither of them have seemed to care enough to confront you yet. 

This is the closest anyone's ever come to speaking the words aloud, and even Shauna doesn't seem upset about it. The way her eyes keep drifting to the sliver of skin that peeks out where your shirt had ridden up tells you that much. The subtle–and you use that word lightly–way she grinds against her palm every time she catches you staring back confirms it for you. 

Shauna likes this game, and you can't fault her for it. There's something about the way she looked at Jackie in your lap last week that hasn't left your mind since. A strange mix of jealousy and desire, like she couldn't quite decide who, if anyone, she wanted to take the place of. Maybe you could manage to swing both of them by the time this whole thing ended if they didn't end up just cutting out the middleman entirely. 

When no excuses come flying from your lips, she just nods, rolling her eyes. “So, shut the fuck up and give me what I want.”

You lean closer, grabbing her thigh and rubbing slow circles into the skin with your thumb. Shauna lets out a shaky sigh at the touch, pressing her leg into your hand. 

“What do you want?” you ask finally, watching the way her fingers still thrust readily inside herself. Your fingers itch with the urge to take over for her, to swat her hand away and take its place. Her rhythm hasn't faltered for even a moment, like your little spat was doing nothing but turning her on more. You wouldn't be surprised if it did, if watching the look of defeat crossing your face only made her want to go harder. 

Shauna, you had learned, was easy to turn on if you knew where to start. Even easier, somehow, when you didn't. 

“What do you think?” She asks, her voice rough, wavering as you dig your thumb painfully into her thigh. Your efforts are rewarded by a choked little moan, like she's fighting not to give you the satisfaction of knowing she likes it. 

Shauna slips her free hand up her shirt, letting the fabric pool around her wrist just under her chest. You can see the way her hand moves beneath her shirt as she palms at herself. Her back arches into her own touch, the movement deliberate–she knows exactly how good she looks like this. You can't look away as she effortlessly commands every little inch of space available to her. 

Your grip on her tightens subconsciously as you stare unblinkingly, feeling the muscles in her thigh flexing beneath the rough touch. She's starting to tremble, breath hitching as she jerks against her own touch. 

“I think you want to be mean,” you say. 

“Mean?” She echoes with a little laugh. “I think you've been spending too much time with Jackie.” 

You shrug, acknowledging she probably has a point. Jackie has really been clinging to you since she and Shauna started arguing. 

“I think you want me to watch.”

“Do I?” She asks, voice dripping with mockery. 

“I think you're being petty. I'm not the one who didn't let you watch.”

Shauna's expression falters for a moment, smug confidence giving way to shock. She doesn't allow herself more than a moment of vulnerability before scoffing. She doesn't give up another argument against it, which tells you everything you need to know. 

You could really rub it in if you wanted to, but you'd rather focus on her. 

Her eyes narrow warningly as you lean forward, her leg tensing like she was likely to kick you if you tried anything she wasn't allowing. She looks more confused than anything as you lean right past her hand, only to groan as you lick a stripe up the contours of her stomach. 

“God. Fuck,” she moans as the back of her hand grazes against your skin, motion limited by the contact, but she can't seem to give a fuck. With the way she gasps and writhes beneath you, you can't imagine she's too concerned with anything but her own pleasure. You can hear her so much clearer now as you nip at her abdomen, worrying the flesh between your teeth to the slick sounds her fingers are making. 

In your wake, you leave trails of red marks across her skin you hope turn into hickeys, if only for the thought of her pressing her fingers into them as she gets herself off at night while Jackie pretends to be asleep one bed over. Listening to Jackie confess that particular bit of information was easily the most embarrassed you've ever seen her. 

“Keep going,” Shauna demands, her voice breaking as her hand slips out of her shirt to fist in your hair. The command is half-hearted, utterly betrayed by the way she moans your name like it's the only thing keeping her going. 

You mouth at one of the marks you've already left her, and the contrast between the sting of your teeth and the warmth of your mouth against her skin has her falling apart beneath you. 

When she finally reaches her peak, it's almost violent in its intensity. She comes hard, arching up the bed high enough that you have to move with her. Her fingers falter for a moment, but she doesn't stop, grinding her palm down hard even as her thighs shake wildly. 

She lets out a series of soft whimpers as she relaxes back onto the bed, almost melting into the mattress. You can already tell you'll be up next given the way she was already starting to squirm beneath you. You can't say that you mind, still as eager now as you have been all night to get your mouth on her. 

Her breathing is rough and labored, her chest moving rapidly with each breath. She absently runs her fingers through your hair, her nails scratching pleasantly at your scalp. You could fall asleep like this if she would let you, or if your neck wasn't starting to ache from being bent over like this. 

You pull back, arms wrapping under her thighs, and you pull her down the bed with you. She lets out an undignified squeal as she's dragged across the sheets, tugging hard at your hair in revenge as you settle onto your knees at the foot of her bed. The thought of staying bent over in that position any longer filled you with dread. 

Shauna would be doing this on your terms, at least. 

…

You're visibly startled as the door opens, none more than Jackie herself as she stares at the two of you in shock. 

“Those are mine,” Jackie says weakly, eyes fixated on the sight of Shauna's boxers on the ground in a heap of your clothes. Your eyes widen slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you peer over the edge of the bed. 

“I think you'll find,” Shauna says slowly, “That they were mine first.” 

“I stole them fair and square,” Jackie protests. “You took them out of my drawer to–to…” 

You groan, burying your head back in Shauna's pillow as the two of them start up again. Shauna rubs absently at your back, fingers stroking gentle circles that lull you into that space right between being awake and asleep. You comfort yourself by imagining she's doing it out of affection for you, rather than wanting to make Jackie jealous, but the thought feels unlikely even as you let yourself daydream about it. 

…

And if later that night you woke up to find the two of them fast asleep in Jackie's bed, it was no one's business but your own that you quietly pulled your clothes off the floor before you hastily made your way out into the hall. Deliberating over whether to take the jacket Shauna kept forcing on you had almost gotten you caught as Jackie stirred, but you just left it where it lay and crept back toward your own dorm. 

They've made up. 

It's a good thing. 

[mythicmanuscripts]

I can't remember where you said it, but I remember you saying how Aemond likes the deep pressure feeling of you lying on top of him. I was wondering if you could write smth about that?? Like, I personally LOVE having someone lie on me, too. It's like the ultimate weighted blanket! I'd love to hear more thoughts on this, and maybe even with the roles reversed and him lying on you

Absolutely anon!! Absolutely!!

This is mostly just soft and SFW but since it mentions nakedness and some suggestive themes then I'll hide it under a cut just to be safe. Enjoy lads!

This is something I think Aemond would always have liked and sought out even before he fully knew what it was. When he was younger he used to wrap his blanket as tightly around himself as possible. Often that was the only way he could fall asleep.

That's also one of the reasons why he loves traveling with Vhagar so much. She always opens her wing out and stretches it over him while he sleeps, never moving until he wakes up. He always used to sleep so much better while traveling with her, and often he would willingly take longer routes home just to spend an extra night or two like that.

It's not really a desire he fully understood back then. He just knew that the feeling of something heavy or tight around him made him feel so much better, so much safer.

You first discover this a few weeks after you finally start cuddling regularly. One of Aemond's favourite cuddling positions is to lay cuddled up against you, resting his cheek on your chest and bending his legs to rest on top of yours. He especially loves it when you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

But sometimes it seemed like Aemond couldnt relax? He'd constantly be shuffling and nuzzling against you, pulling your arm tighter around him. You ask what he wants and honestly he's not even sure? He just knows he could be closer somehow, and he wants it.

The next time you're laying together, you come to bed after him and he's laying on his back. So you switch places with him and this time it's you cuddled against his chest. He pulls you closer, tighter and buries his nose into your hair, like he can't get you close enough.

You try to change positions and in doing so you accidentally end up nearly on top of him. Before you can even apologise he is already pulling you closer so your weight it on him. You try to get off, telling him that you must be squashing him but he won't hear it. He falls asleep so easily and in the morning when you bring it up all he can say is that he felt secure.

Of course now that you're armed with this information you lay on him much more often, sometimes he even asks for it. Maybe, since we all know how much he loves to be of service, you ask him if he would like to try reading to you while you lay like that?

He sits up against the headboard with you curled up in his lap. You let your body rest over his legs rather than try to avoid it. He loves it, always keeping a hand on your back.

At first he would only read you whatever you had suggested, and never suggested anything himself. But over time as he grows more comfortable with you and begins to show you all the different sides of himself, then he starts to read you history books? It becomes one of his favourite things to do.

I also think he would love that sort of pressure when not in the bedroom as well? Obviously far more toned down.

If you two are watching Aegon hold court then you tend to stand off to the side with Aemond. He leans against the wall and then pulls you closer, holding you against him and letting him hold up some of your weight. He wraps one of his arms around your waist and will often rest his head on your shoulder (especially because he can whisper things to you about how boring this is and how Aegon made the wrong decision and all his other complaints.)

[cheyisagirlkisser]

thinking about reader walking in on her roommate ellie fucking herself with a dildo

I don’t think I need warnings for this one it’s pretty self explanatory. 18+ content below.

After a long day of work, you expect to find yourself maybe relaxing in a steamy shower or eating leftover potato soup from last night’s cracker barrel. Maybe get some homework done, finish that essay you promised yourself that you’d remember to do. All plans are floored when you hear soft moaning echoing throughout the house, coming specifically from Ellie’s room.

You should just leave her be, but you’re tired, sleep deprived, even. You’re honestly not thinking it through before checking on her.

You and your roommate Ellie have a rather close relationship. You both attend the same college, and balance each other out well. Ellie is more awkward at times and wears whatever she finds comfortable, sometimes a pair of baggy jeans that give you a guilty view of her spiderman-patterned boxers, or a button-up flannel, sleeves keeping her glorious tattoo hidden under the pattern. You’re the opposite, spending your mornings waking up early to contemplate what the best choice of clothing is. Plenty of meltdowns on what to wear in which Ellie had to give her second opinion. You like to have fun, and Ellie would find your silliness endearing if it wasn’t becoming a massive issue. It’s the reason she is currently laid out in her bed, fucking herself with a 8 inch dildo while your name is on the tip of her tongue, practically begging her to call it out.

You don’t hesitate to swing open the door, and oh my god. She does that even notice at first, and the few seconds of the view you get to have in front of you is all completely unexpected but not unwelcome. Your roommate, the usually uptight, awkward girl, has her legs spread while she arched up into her own doings. Sweet, soft gasps of pleasure, and when she hits something within her you can only imagine to be her gummy g-spot, she lets out a moan, her voice cracking deliciously. Her face, chiseled in pleasure, brows knit tightly together in way that reminds you of how she studies for finals, so deeply focused on cumming. Her auburn hair looks darker than it does in the daytime with the reddish tint; messy, short strands greeting her pillow and oh god she’s halted because she noticed you-

You look, too, like a painting. Your lips are parted with shock, the ones she was previously dreaming about wrapping around her clit, suckling on it with generosity. Your eyes are widened, in both embrace and guilt, but something else she only hopes to be real. Something that’s not her own manifestations, of course. So, the auburn haired roommatte mutters, no. Pleads a soft, “please.” You waste no time.

The mixed sounds of heavy breathing fill the room. Ellie’s hands grip the sheets, finding a sweet rapture from the tiredness of helplessly fucking her sweet, drenched hole. Now, you willingly slide the cock in and out of her, angling it upward to bottom it out. You didn’t know her pussy was so deep and could grow so wet. You couldn’t make out every detail of the visuals, but she was beautiful. Ellie, and Ellie’s pussy. Her slick folds, swollen clit that you pacified with your thumb, the sweet sounds of squelching coming from her hole that gave such a pretty view: the shaft quickly disappearing with each sloppy thrust. It was hard not to grow so sloppy when she was so fucking wet.

You once thought that you knew everything about your lovely roommate, but you guess not, because you didn’t think before that she’d be a squirter. Regardless, she’s now a twitching mess, the aftershocks still making her clit beat rapidly, her sheets drenched as well as your arm.

She is never able to get herself to cum on her own anymore, not after you.

[draconic-desire]

THE NAIVE DARLINGGGG

I can imagine darling crying into Sunday.. at first refusing going to home, expressing her insecurities. So when Sunday drags her back, she just pleads with Sunday. All darling wants to to serve at least some purpose to Sundays life. She begs Sunday to let her cook for him .. or in her sobbing fit shr muttered how even having Sundays baby would serve some usefullness.. Darling didnt want to seem like a burden to Sunday..

At the mention of babies, Sunday gets the idea of how sweet little children will tie darling to him forever

The baby will come out a lil skrunkly , in a cite way of course <3 a fat plump baby who looks like a dumpling with chicken wings attached to the back of its ear :"(

sunday would 1000% babytrap his darling at some point, you cannot convince me otherwise. but if YOU came to HIM about it? girl bye you’re done for

Yan!Sunday x Fem!Reader

warning: nsfw thoughts from sunday, mentions of pregnancy

After Sunday leads you back home, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to spiral again.

Walking through the halls of the spacious pavilion, eying the grandeur that is Sunday’s home, pondering his status as the head of the Family…you start to wonder what you bring to the table.

He claims he loves you, that you are unique and irreplaceable, but what does that really mean? You have no money, wealth, or fame, no notable skills that could contribute to the Oak Family lineage.

Well, except…

Your hand falls to your abdomen. It’s something Sunday has mentioned in passing, the need for an heir, the desire to expand his family, but you never thought he meant doing so with you. But perhaps…?

Your head shakes violently, and you turn to wipe away a stray tear. How foolish of you. Sunday doesn’t keep you around for that sort of thing. His hier will be delivered from a queen, befitting of the same status as him, and not some nobody like you.

Like always, Sunday is more attentive than you give him credit for.

He thinks it’s cute, how naive and oblivious you are sometimes. Except when he notices that this time, you are attempting to hide your crying behind the palm on your hand.

“(Y/n), my love, what troubles you?” He gently pulls your hand away from your face and instead turns you to face him.

Seeing him like this, his tender gaze trained on your form alone, suddenly makes you burst into tears.

“S-S-Sunday,” you sob, “please let me help! I’ll do anything!”

He blinks, confusion written across his features. “Help? With what? (Y/n), it’s been a long day, let me take you to bed—”

You clasp his hands in your own, looking up at him with (e/c) eyes brimming with tears. “Please, don’t throw me aside for someone else. I-I promise I’m not a burden. You need an heir, right? So please, let me carry that responsibility.”

He inhales sharply, his amethyst pupils dilating.

…Did he hear you correctly?

You want to have his child?

Sunday momentarily forgets how to breathe.

Oh, how he has fantasized about this very scenario; it has taken all of his willpower to hold back, to fool you into believing his charming, domestic mannerisms, when he truly wishes to claim every part of you, to brand himself upon every inch of your flesh. Lovely, beautiful, naive little you would never expect the dark desires hidden beneath the surface.

In reality, the thought of you begging for his seed permeates his waking and sleeping dreams. He’s lost track of the amount of nights spent with his hand around his cock, picturing your tight cunt wrapped around it instead.

Never would he have imagined you in this position willingly, practically on your knees for him, desperate for his cum, for his child growing in your belly. The idea arouses him more than you can ever know, and he has to shift to hide his growing erection.

Instead, he scoops you into his arms and nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. Oh, how lovely you’re going to smell when you’re glowing and round with his heir! He imagines how adorable his Halovian child will be, and how he wishes to pin a pair of wings behind your ears as well—a matching set for father, mother, and child.

The wings are, of course, the very ones ripped from your own back—you’re just too entranced by Sunday to notice it was he who plucked them from you to begin with.

And now, Sunday is through with holding back. You’re going to be fully and irrevocably his, tied to him forever. Like a fly landing on a venus trap, your own actions seal your fate. You don’t have a moment to react before the jaws of the predator swallow you whole.

“How could I deny you, my angel?” he coos, pacing towards the bedroom as he begins to pry at the buttons of your top. “And what better time to begin than the present, hm?”