#slightly naughty? implied anyway

[gabapple]

VW doodle from last night

[misc-obeyme]

CC

I FOUND TAN AMAZING BLOG

I LOVE THEM

LOOK AT THIS

https://www.tumblr.com/my-names-angel-but-im-not-one/736341821518757888/random-obey-me-headcannons-2

THE BEEL ONE HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

SO DOES THE DIAVOLO AND ASMO ONES

Oh dear extra mouths and teeth, huh?

Here is the link for easy access!

And since it's a part two, here's part one as well!

Honestly my biggest upset is the Solomon as a zombie one 😭

I didn't think I was into extra mouths and such but then I watched JJK and Sukuna changed my entire opinion on the subject. (There may also have been some people sharing fan art with me that are to blame for fueling this newfound interest you know who you are.)

Anyway, I definitely like to think about the possibilities of the demons having more demonic forms and Beel having extra mouths does make sense! And uh... well... you know, it's not like he would be able to restrain himself from using them for things other than food. Especially if you were into it lol.

[lyrinsluv]

4:17pm

timeskip! suna x [implied fem] reader

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wordcount: 929! :D 

author's note - sorry for my unannouced hiatus! i'll try to be back up and posting soon☆

you blink twice as your boyfriend calls for your name from the bathroom, causing your attention to shift from the television screen to his voice.

“babe, could you get my phone for me?” he asked from the bathroom. you sighed to yourself. you had reminded him over and over again to take his phone with him just because this wouldn't happen. you hear the shower running, knowing he would take one soon anyway. he did just come back from a strenuous practice, hence why you weren't so surprised. but a notification popped up at 4:17. 

‘your storage is almost full, would you like to buy more?’

huh, you knew he took pictures to have memories of your dates or save his sister's funny reels that she would send him. you didn't mind it, but really? rintarou suna needed more storage? the two of you were at that point in your relationship where privacy was still there, but it was okay if it was crossed. so you open the notification, punching in his passcode as you yell back, a little “coming!” even if the walk from the living room to the bathroom was less than thirty seconds. 

you raise an eyebrow at how organized everything was. the folders, all of them having their little names and.. one titled ‘pretty girl.’ 

huh?

he only called you that in the heat of the moment, the hushed whispers you two would shamelessly share in your bedroom, the soft pants and groans escaping his lips as he called you his pretty girl. you felt a hint of bashfulness fogging up your brain. 

i mean, yeah.. you always did tell him to record you so he wouldn't get too bored during his away games on the weekend, or whenever the volleyball season started up. the part that shocked you the most was how perfectly the folder was placed, so intricately hidden and naughty, all for himself. he hid the most vile, back-arching videos of you in between some sweet innocent pictures of you eating food or him making fun of you.  

“baby?” he yelled out. you snapped out of your daze, rushing to the bathroom. the one thing you told yourself to do was swipe out of the app, but you didn’t. once he saw it open: it was a secret he kept for himself, liking the little dirty lie they kept.

“sorry, rin.. the show was getting good.” you say as you hand him his phone. he raises his eyebrows slightly, looking at you.

“mm? really? m’gonna watch with you after.” he said in his usual voice as he placed a calm kiss on your forehead. 

“mkayyy,” you dragged out. you close the door behind him so he could hurry up. he looks down at his phone, his hand freezing as he saw the scene open in front of him. there was a smile resting on his lips as he saw looked down on his oh so dirty videos of you. huh, now he has blackmail to ask you for more. it was simple, the little video of you practically posing for the flashes of the camera while you showed your boyfriend just how much you missed him wasn’t enough. 

and he did just that – use you going through his phone as an excuse to get more out of you.

there he was, standing outside of the bathroom with a towel lazily hanging around his hips, shamelessly showing his toned v-line. you looked up at him as you paused your show, a soft smile on your lips. 

“rin! the girl finally remem–” you blink as you get cut off from him, a hint of confusion displayed on your face.

“pretty girl, come help me dry my hair.” he said, another towel hanging around his neck as he gestured for you to come close to him. you sighed to yourself as you stood up, grabbing the towel from his neck.

“..you cut me off, rin..” you mumble quietly as you intricately ruffle his hair with the white towel. he noticed you didn’t react to the pet name, making him want to say it again.

“m’sorry, pretty, tell me ‘bout the show,” he said gently. you looked into his eyes. ugh, you hated that tone so much because it made your stomach twist and turn like how it did on your first date together. 

“it's okay, rinnie..” you say as you press a kiss on his nose. 

“the girl finally remembered her boyfriend. and she broke her love triangle by going back to him.” you notice he wasn’t paying attention, a huff escaping your lips. 

“mm, sorry, baby. i’m listening. i just got a thing from my photos.” and at that, you shut up. why? simply put, the app never sent notifications unless anyone was on it for a minute or more. 

“oh.. um, why?” you ask sheepishly as you feel his hand rest on your hip in a boring manner, but his fingertips digging into your shirt say more. 

“..dunno. need to get more storage. you wouldn’t have an idea why, pretty?” he asked in a teasing tone. now, you realized you messed up. why? because when your boyfriend got like this, he made no haste to practically bully you into submission. so you canceled his whole blackmailing scheme and fessed up. 

“don't, rintarou. don't say what you're going to say,” you mumble in a timid-like manner. a sly, coy smile lays on his lips. 

“then let’s get to filming, my pretty girl.” 

[weepingwillowwonder]

Stolas x Reader ft. Asmodeus

CW: Suggestive content [🔞NO MINORS🔞], finger sucking, cheating, implied brat taming

"Oh darling, look at you..."

Stolas breathes out praises as you sit on the floor between his legs. His hand strokes the top of your head as you glance up at him with wide eyes, your cheek resting on his thigh. You fight the urge to look away as his hand trails along the side of your face and under your chin.

"Cute, right?" Asmodeus comments knowingly. He chuckles, watching you shift slightly under their gazes. If he felt you were uncomfortable in any way, he would have stopped things where they were and immediately asked Stolas to leave. Hell, if he didn't think you wanted this, he wouldn't have even offered this opportunity to Stolas in the first place. However. The way your thighs were pressed together and how you were leaning into the other for more, easily confirmed your enjoyment. He took a sip of his drink, eyeing the way your fingers twitched in your lap as you tried to keep them to yourself. "Mm...very, and I mean VERY, needy too. Might seem shy now, but the little thing gets naughty if you don't wear them out..."

Stolas takes note of the sudden pout on your lips and smooths his thumb over them. "Oh?" He responds to Asmodeus, listening, but keeping his attention on you. "Are you naughty, little one?" At his condescending tone, you feel tears prick at your eyes, suddenly overwhelmed at the attention. Your lips part for him and he slides his finger across your tongue, cooing softly at you as you moan around him. Holding still, you let him explore your mouth, pressing another finger past your lips and further back to see how much you can take of him. You eagerly start to lean into his fingers more, moving in time with his rhythm, and reach your hand up to hold onto his. Hardly realizing you closed your eyes, they flutter open when you hear Asmodeus call your name.

"I believe Stolas asked you a question." He says. You recognize the tone as both playful and with authority. It takes you a moment to respond. With your mouth being full at the moment, it made it difficult to speak, he knew that. The slick sound of your spit fills the room as the fingers slowly remove themselves from your mouth. Stolas looks at you expectantly.

"I'm not...naughty..." you answer quietly, looking away. "No?" Stolas questions teasingly with a raised eyebrow. He laughs softly to himself with a slight tilt of his head as he looks down at you. "No." You respond stubbornly, glancing back up challengly.

"Ah yes, and that," Asmodeus murmurs after a moment, leaning back in his chair. Stolas hums, in thought,  mimicing the other and leaning back into his seat. His elbow rests on the arm of the chair and his fist upon his cheek as he regards you. "Mm, I see... It's a good thing you have someone to put you in your place then, hm?" Your body lights up at his words, and the way Asmodeus laughs behind you. You roll your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment and the creeping feeling of arousal. "I don't need anyone 'to put me in my place'." You retort, making air quotes with your fingers as you speak.

Stolas gives you a soft smile. "Oh, I never said you did." He gives you a moment to let that sink in. "Anyway," Stolas looks past you to Asmodeus. "I may be... interested in your proposition. I do have obligations at home, of course, but..." When he pauses, Asmodeus responds instead after some time. "Listen, I know things are complicated right now, what with the wife and kid and all. And there's absolutely no pressure. All I'm saying is," He shrugs before raising his drink in Stolas' direction. "...that I'm am willing to share. I'm sure they'd enjoy that very much." He motions to you. "And you might too. It'll help take the stress off things, ya know? Come by, have a little fun..." he trails off.

Stolas nods, then sighs, considering his words. He leans down close to you, noting the way you struggle to meet his eyes. "What do you think, darling?" The back of his hand brushes your cheek and trails down to your arm, goosebumps forming from his light touches. "...How would you like to spend some time with me?"

[nahoney22]

Dirty Whispers***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

How the boys react to you talking dirty into their ears in a crowded room.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, implied sexual content, flirting, slightly cheesy, explicit language, dirty talk, female reader, with Hunters it’s insinuated that reader has tattoos, with Crosshairs he’s quite dom towards the end. established and non-established relationships. Brief mention of alcohol.

Authors notes: big thanks to @eyecandyeoz & @raevulsix who gave me inspiration for this work as I’ve been drawing blanks all week. 😵‍💫🩵

Echo

The mission unfolded smoothly, with everything going according to plan and the group right on schedule. However, a momentary standstill shifted the focus onto Echo. Amidst surveying the surroundings of the room you're trapped in, you, along with the rest of the team and the five rescued prisoners, identified an accessible circuit that could make or break the situation. Luckily, Echo just so happened to possess the exact tool required for the job.

He gets to work and after a few minutes you get bored of waiting around and found yourself feeling a little... naughty.

You had been flirting with Echo for a long while now and judging by how he acts around you, you're fairly certain he feels something for you aswell. Though his flirting is not particularly reciprocated back, his flushed expression, gentlemanly manners and shy stuttering was too cute to ignore.

You kneel down next to him, everyone else in their own conversations and smile softly at him. "Any luck?"

"This system is a bit intricate. Usually, plugging into terminals and computers isn't a challenge but this coding is new.," he responded with a sigh, his brows furrowing in deep concentration.

Humming softly, you took a daring step, leaning in until your lips brushed his ear, causing his scomp to momentarily pause. "I might have something simpler for you to plug into," you whispered, the hint of innuendo igniting a fire across his skin, his stomach fluttering and excitement stirring in his pants.

He pulled away, wide-eyed and taken aback by your flirtatious advance. Yet, as you tilted your head with a feigned innocence, his scomp spun to life again, generating sparks that held promise. The door hissed open successfully.

"I knew you could do it," you grinned, acting as though nothing provocative had been said, before joining the others in making your exit.

He stands back for a few moments, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. "She's not wrong." He mutters to himself with a small smirk, knowing he had to get you alone tonight.

Hunter

When the time came to redecorate your armour, you were happy to design your gear anyway you wanted to. However one day, a certain design catches Hunters attention.

You’re all in the Marauder, going through gear inspections when Hunter came towards you and points to your chest plate. “Mind if I take a look?”

You nod simply, offering him a smile as you unclipped the armour from your body and passed it over. You grew curious however as he traced his finger over a particular drawing you implemented into the artwork. “See something you like?”

He chuckles but nods. “Didn’t take you for someone who likes to doodle.”

You shrug, “Only sometimes. All my armour pieces have different designs.”

“Oh yeah? Mind if you show me?” His eyes dance with mischief and your heart fluttered as you knew he was flirting with you which wasn’t uncommon recently.

Then, a lightbulb appears above your head. You take a step closer to him, glancing at the others who seems to be in their own mind before standing on the tips of your toes towards his ear, lips brushing against his lobe and breath fanning over his skin. “You know… all these customs aren’t just on my gear. I could show you more tonight?”

He inhales sharply and closes his eyes, easily imagining your nude skin etched in designs that you were clearly willing to show him. He looks to his brothers, none of them seeing the exchange between the two of you. “I really like that idea,” then, he leans down to you, his eyes dark with lust as he whispers, “perhaps I could show you some of mine as well, darling?”

Wrecker

Back on Coruscant, Wrecker's confidence was on full display in one of the training rooms, especially when around the Regs. His raw strength turned heads effortlessly. While his captivating personality was what made you fall for him, his powerful physique and his ability to lift ships as if they were mere trinkets only deepened your admiration.

After your own training session, you turned to find Wrecker in the midst of deadlifting an impressive 450kg, surrounded by a group of about 30 Clones. The way his muscles strained against his clothing ignited a sense of heat within you; you couldn't help but be captivated.

As he settled down, taking a swig from his canteen, you approached, your own workout completed, and boldly took a seat in his lap. The unexpected move caught him off guard, but a grin spread across his face as he recognized you. "Hey gorgeous girl, what ya up to?"

A mischievous smirk played on your lips. "Oh, I couldn't resist admiring your workout and felt the urge to come give you a kiss," you replied, leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on his lips. Your satisfaction grew as he emitted a soft moan.

"Babe, the regs are watching," he eventually pointed out, prompting you to open your eyes and glance toward the clones who were suddenly trying to appear nonchalant after having undoubtedly been ogling the scene of your public display of affection.

You shrugged, a devil-may-care attitude in your demeanor, your smirk growing wider. Leaning closer to him, you brushed your fingers along his cheek, your lips tantalisingly close to his ear as you whispered, “I dare you to carry me to the storage unit and fuck me. Hard.”

He laughs but as he sees the lust in your eyes, he knew that you were not just teasing him. “Really?”

“Really.”

Let’s just say the regs were swift to file out the gym when things got a little heated.

Tech

Sitting across the bar from Tech in the, surprisingly, lively atmosphere of Cid's parlour, you couldn't help stealing glances in his direction. His head was buried in his datapad, a not so unusual sight. Amusement welled up within you as you observed his growing agitation, patrons brushing against him, drinks spilling over the bartop and likely onto his clothes and boots. Feeling a desire to relieve his discomfort, you decided to take action.

With a subtle smirk, you retrieved your own datapad and sent him a message that read, 'why don't you come over here?' Watching closely, you noticed him squint as he read the message before his gaze scanned the room until it landed on you. A smile emits immediately on his lips, and without delay, he abandoned his stool and made his way toward you.

"Your message came just in time. I was starting to fear that another drink might find its way onto me and I may not have the patience to hold back," he admitted with a sigh, a quick glance revealing various splatters and stains on his clothes.

Raising your drink to your lips, a surge of boldness surged through you. "How about I help you get out of those clothes?" you proposed, your voice carrying a hint of suggestion.

He briefly shifted his gaze to his device, processing your words before his attention returned to you, focusing on your eyes that shined over the brim of your cup. He seemed to think before speaking, "I must admit, I'm not entirely sure if I'm interpreting this situation correctly. Are you genuinely offering help, or..." His words trailed off as a small group of people moved behind you both, resuming once they had passed. "Or are you implying something else?"

His innocence was endearing and as you take a swig of your drink, eliciting more liquid courage, you turn to him fully and lean forward until your lips brushed against his ear. You feel him shudder under your gentle touch. “I help you out of your clothes, you help me out of mine. And then you can do whatever you want to me.”

He inhaled a sharp breath. “Anything meaning…?”

You giggle, not being able to help yourself as you gently nibble on his earlobe, eliciting a gasp from him and his hand to instantly land on your thigh. “Yes. Anything.”

In a split second, Tech stands and you feared you may have took things too far but then he takes a hold of your hand before leading you out of the parlour and straight to the Marauder…

Crosshair

As you feel an object hitting the back of your head, you pivot to find a toothpick landing at your feet. Your expression tightens into a frown as you scan the surroundings, only to spot Crosshair lounging against the doorway, smoothly placing another toothpick between his teeth. Cockily.

"Real comedian," you quip with a sarcastic tone. However, as you begin to turn away, another toothpick whizzes towards you. A sigh escapes your lips as a small skirmish unfolds, involving toothpick projectiles flying between you and Crosshair.

The confines of the Marauder had kept all of you cooped up for too long, and the signs of boredom were evident. Little did you anticipate that it would be Crosshair who initiated a kind of entertainment, seemingly innocent yet playful, involving the tossing of items back and forth—much to Echo's apparent dismay who told you both to clean up after yourselves.

Later, as you find yourself in the cockpit, steering through hyperspace towards your next destination, Crosshair's foot brushes against yours from the chair opposite you. An involuntary response makes you kick back, and a realisation washes over you: this isn't just playful banter anymore, but a glimmer of flirtation. With a hint of a smile, you and Crosshair have unknowingly transitioned into a game of footsie. But boredom takes over again.

Sitting next to him, the two of you listening in on the bickering between Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech, you lightly tap your head against the wall repeatedly. His attention eventually turns to you, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. "Bored, pretty girl?" he remarks, causing a delightful flutter in your chest, even though you try to downplay it.

"Yeah, I'm bored," you reply with a sigh, your fingers idly strumming against your thighs.

He starts a sentence but then pauses, seemingly reconsidering his words. You give his shoulder a gentle nudge, encouraging him to continue after a brief silence. He inhales, then turns to face you, his closeness apparent, seemingly unbothered by his brothers' presence who don’t seem to notice you both. "So, how do you think we could change that?" he inquires, his tone laced with flirtation and desire.

Exhaling deeply, feeling your cheeks warm up, you decide to meet his tone. Leaning in toward his ear, your warm breath caresses his skin as you reply, “How about we go to the refresher and you fuck my ‘pretty’ face?”

Your bold and straight to the point answer makes his eyes briefly widen and his fists clench. You watched your eyes intensely, seeing if there was any sign of reluctance but there wasn’t.

He keeps his closeness and speaks, voice raspy and filthy. “Meet me in there in two minutes. You may as well speak to the others before you come in because you won’t be able to move your jaw after I’m done with you.”

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[nubisaureus]

when you wear their jersey

how the haikyuu boys react when you wear their volleyball jersey

character(s): Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo

pairing(s): fem!reader x timeskip!Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo (separately)

contents: very suggestive language, nakedness, taunting, established relationship, shared house, implied marriage proposal

a/n: not proofread! I am currently sick so apologies if it's not that good but it's been such a long time since I had written about the haikyuu boys T^T

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Oikawa

(a/n I'm completely whipped for this fucker, I literally can't stop writing about him sdjkaskddks)

It had absolutely been a dream of yours to wear his jersey, ever since you two had started dating, so one time before a match you snatched it from his closet, and showed up at the game wearing it.

As he scored his first point, his eyes instinctively scanned the crowd, looking for your face. As he finally detected you, he was surprised to see what you were wearing, but ultimately smiled brightly, giving you a meaningful and eloquent look.

You gave him an innocent one, casually tying it in a knot, revealing your abdomen to him. His smile quickly turned into a grin, and you gave him a naughty smile.

Maybe it was just your impression, but during the rest of the game you noticed he was ever so slightly faster, more powerful and precise

Who would've thought wearing his jersey would've riled him up so much?

After the match, you two went home, but not before Tooru having to deal with a very feisty army of girls that were desperate for his attention.

Some of them did have his jersey as well, but it couldn't even compare to yours: it had Tooru's smell on it.

«So..someone wanted to show off today, huh?» he started, hooking a finger under the knot you had made, pulling you closer to him.

You looked at him through your lashes, faking an innocent attitude.

«I have no idea what you're talking about..I just liked this random t-shirt..» you faked even more, playing dumb.

He smirked, leaning into your charade.

«Oh, so if it's just a random t-shirt, then you wouldn't mind taking it off, right..?»

You panicked a bit, not wanting to take it off.

«To be honest, I'd like to keep it, thank you very much.»

«Oh, so you want to keep it on while I fuck you senseless?»

Tsukishima

You decided to wear his volleyball jersey to bed. It was just a random choice really, but when he came home later that night, you were met with his arched brows.

«Interesting choice of night outfit.» he commented, putting his duffel bag down, and slowly undressing, basically getting ready to shower.

You looked at him, your insides burning at the way he nonchalantly remained naked before you, except for his boxers.

«I hope for your sake that you're not wearing anything under it.»

And you weren't. You were feeling naughty that night, and besides, his jersey was so big compared to your body, that it was enough to cover up to halfway of your thigh anyway.

«Why don't you find out for yourself, Tsukki?» you taunted him, lightly stretching, making the hem of the skirt slide up, almost revealing your intimate parts.

He gave you an intense look. Even through his glasses, you could feel the intensity of his lust, and you were going to rile him up even more.

You beckoned for him to get closer, and he did, leaning his weight on the bed.

Your body was halfway covered by the bed sheets, but it didn't last long: he slid them down, and grabbed you by the ankles, making you slide all the way towards him, since you were so short compared to him (a/n who isn't though? boi is fucking 1.90 m, ffs).

The motion made the jersey slide all the way to your waist, revealing your lack of underwear.

«Would you look at that. Exposed, aren't we?» he taunted you, fingers trailing your thigh, making you shiver.

Maybe you would've worn his jersey more often, after all.

Kuroo

You wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to dig in the closet for his high school jersey.

«Found it.» and you put it on, finding out the Nekoma color scheme complimented your features quite well. What a nice added bonus.

As he came home from work, he found you casually working from home in his high school jersey and jeans, making your silhouette look phenomenal.

«Do my eyes deceive me, or are you wearing my high school jersey?» he asked, not sure whether to be confused or flattered, but then the latter option won.

He set the briefcase on the table, coming to you to hug you from behind.

«So?» he urged, wanting to know.

«I don't know, I just wanted to surprise you I guess? And having your surname on my back kinda feels nice too..»

«Oh?» you blushed, not sure how you had managed to actually say it out loud.

«Forget I said anything, I just don't know what got into me.» you swiftly take it back, but you can feel his smile on your neck, as he kisses the crook of it, in a sign of affection.

«Well, if you want my surname so badly, how cruel of me would it be to deny your request, my dear?» and you felt him take something out of his pocket.

You ended up crying of joy that night.

[aki-shun]

I don't know if you will accept this but can I get an Male Idol Mc x Savanaclaw. Fans of savanaclaw members pay for a special fan service with him. And as services can I ask Mc to wear a skirt or a dress.

Umm- After getting my life and other things in order, I went back to tumblr and started writing. I don't know if it was because of this or the cold I had, but I had a hard time writing and I drew a few sketches to make up for it, I hope you like it.

I don't remember if the gender of Jack's siblings was mentioned, but it is implied that he has a little sister and a little brother. Anyway I hope you like it

TW: Eng is not my first language, Feminization(?) not smut, but a little bit spacy drawings ;), maybe not but really a bit spacy, reader is a male but just used 'you' so you can read to if your a female or anythink-,Written by a writer who forgot how to write

Leona

Shit-I signed his hand with the veins I drew most beautifully.

Leona is a wealthy individual. That's why he has all kinds of products, whether limited edition or not. What do other people think of him? Rest assured, no one wants to turn into sand. That's why everyone in the palace is silent about this. The two rooms that the Cheka are not allowed to enter belong to Leona. The first one is his room, the second one is the room he reserved specifically for you. Of course, he has your products in his room too, but he still has a separate room for more and some special pieces.

Most of your concerts are at Sunset Savanah. Because your manager likes the amount that self-indulgent Leona pays for the 'personal space' he reserves for himself at your concerts. (No, your manager is not Azul or Ruggie). Regardless of your special events or fan meetings, he pays a premium for his own private 'fan event' meetings, let alone attending them all. At the end of the work, your manager is as happy as Leona :)

And again, at such a time, you accepted the request of your dear fan, who provided nearly 40% of the money you earned, to wear a skirt. Dear Seven- he was looking at you with perfect admiration but also like a mouse he was about to grab in his claws. After a few seconds of silence, he approached you, lifted you into the air and held you in his arms. Since this was the nth date you had stopped counting, you were used to this kind of thing. In fact, you liked receiving such behavior from such a person, whether it was because of his perfect face, wealth or perfect body.

If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know. No, I'm not disturbed. You just surprise me more and more every time. Aah~ then it's because your pulse is excited huh~

His face moved a little closer to you with his smug grin. He definitely had a face that could make him famous. No matter how flirtatious Leona was, he was trying not to get over the Idol-Fan relationship. (And yes, he still made you sit on his lap but- who wouldn't want that). One of his naughty hands tugged at the waistband of your skirt.

Leona. Your voice had a slightly harsh tone. Hahaha I'm just kidding but you know this will happen one day. Nothing like this will happen between an Idol and a fan. Who said our relationship would be Idol-Fan when that time comes?

He leaned into your right ear and said, 'You won't be an Idol forever and I won't be just a fan forever.'

Some feelings begin to arise in your heart because you are experiencing a scene that only weird writers can write. Maybe you can attribute it to the long time you spent with Leona, but my option is the first option :)

Jack

His siblings were always listening to you and they were constantly pressuring his younger siblings to take them to your concert. Your tickets weren't expensive, but they weren't cheap either.

One day, his siblingss came to him in a hurry. They showed him the screen and it showed that his new concert was near where they lived. Since the tickets had just gone on sale, they were cheaper. (I've never been to a concert in my life, so I don't know much about ticket prices, sorry). Moreover, there was a fan event for the first 30 ticket buyers, and their siblings didn't want to miss it. So he bought the tickets.

He wasn't your listener before the day of the concert, but after the concert is over - now you have a new fan, but he doesn't accept it. When it came to event time, it wasn't a big deal. It was a simple thing where there was some sort of meeting and talking to the fans and stuff. It was him and his siblings' turn to talk, and they were babbling on about how much they loved you until that moment.

[Name]-san, my brother runs away from me whenever I try to make him wear a skirt. Because this thing was so girly. I don't want to wear those stupid skirts! No, you're the stupid one!!

Great, his siblings are fighting in front of a stranger (you). You stop them while the fight is about to get more heated.

Why do you want to force your brother to wear a skirt? Because when he tries to wear trousers, he cannot remove his tail properly. That's why I wear a skirt for his, because it's easier. I'm not a girl! Only girls wear skirts! [Name]-san, can you show my brother that it is easier to wear a skirt? Let me show him..? Yes, would you wear the tail you wore with a skirt like in your concert in the City of Flowers?

Okay, your shocked, but if you reject your fan's request, you may get a lot of criticism from your manager, who is looking at you suggestively through the door. (That manager works for us, my friend 🙂).

O-okey, of course.

Jack is a little further away, just waiting for his siblings to finish their work. There is no more!

WHY IS THE SKIRT SO SHORT? Damn that tail you use looks like his- YOU SHOULD NOT EVEN TRY TO SPIN AROUND THAT TAIL. He's happy that you're such a kind idol to give your siblings a nice farewell hug. NO, HIS TAIL IS NOT WAGING. IT'S JUST THE WIND. YES, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THE WIND BLOWS EVEN IN A ROOM COVERED WITH WALLS ON FOUR SIDES!? NOW YOU KNOW!!

These were his thoughts :)

Ruggie

I couldn't draw a skirt in this pose and since I was too lazy to draw a new reference, imagine that there was a skirt in this picture (!)

He is a listener who listens to you with pleasure. But don't you think your tickets are too expensive? This makes his hyena heart ache. It just so happens that one of your tickets flies into his hand while he's walking on the street. No, it wasn't in anyone's back pocket. That ticket floated in the wind and fell into his palm :) Moreover, it was not such a simple ticket.

Ruggie is a fan like a fan. Just a more frugal version. That's why we should make the most of this ticket for all our fans. Even if they can't see it.

◜Time skip because I have a brain that can't function properly anymore due to the flu I had😔◞

He may have forgotten that people other than him have this ticket. But that won't stop him.

[Name]-san, could you wear a nice skirt for us fans? We'd love to see this.

Yes yes [Name]-san. We would like to see this.- a fan A cute skirt with ruffles would be really nice. What do you think [Name]-chan 😊-M Manager..! How long have you been here? *whispering 😃-M (Ugh, that look again. I definitely have to change that manager somehow [those who support the manager to stay, raise your hand✋])

Oh Big Seven! Can I take a photo of [Name]-san??-a another fan A great idea! Why don't we include some of these pictures in your new photo album?-M Manager- Come on [Name]-chan, give us some nice poses!-M This bitc- *Don't worry, no one heard it

Our beloved Ruggie now has new home screen images.

⫯ Since I did it in a bit of a hurry, the pictures are only for the white-skinned reader, but if requested (I will do it even if not), I will also edit the images for the dark-skinned reader. If anyone wants, I can tag them when I post. Just write in the comments whether you want to be tagged or not ^^

[dontsh0vethesun]

i know the end

part three of three | series masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

18+: naughty murder gfs, evidence tampering, corrupt fbi agents, descriptions of blood, injury, murder, implied abuse, death, angst, fluff

wc: 5.1k

Emily woke up before you after a night of sleep much more peaceful than it should have been, cradling your head that lay on her chest. She listened to the peaceful tones of your soft breathing with her fingers stroking through your hair. Seeing your hand that so gently rested against her stomach only reminded her of the previous night, how she’d seen you from afar with the same hands gloved and wrapped around the handle of a knife. 

It was almost a fever dream, the idea that she’d been so infatuated with the gruesome sight only just began to settle in. And she didn’t regret a thing, much to her surprise. She watched the fluttering of your closed eyes, imagining the sound nights of sleep you’d had after each life you took. You were curious to her - you always had been - the goings on of your mind were never clear to anyone, the coldness you sometimes direct towards those in interrogation. They’d all been quietly surprised at the nonchalant way you brushed off your first case with the team and now she supposes she understands why. You were no stranger to the darker side of the world, the hauntings of the things that settle in, and she sees now how it has become a part of you. 

She heard the shift in the breaths you took and pressed a kiss to your forehead when you began to stir, smiling slightly at the way you held on to her more tightly when you felt the solidness of her comforting body beside you. 

“You called me your girlfriend last night,” you sleepily muttered. 

“I did,” she answered with a huff of a laugh above you. “I thought it was about time I did. Especially now we’ve seen these hidden parts of one another.”

It was true. After bearing your deepest darkest crevices of your souls to each other after months of rendezvous, it was only inevitable you’d take that official oath together. 

“So, what’s next, my little killer,” she whispered. You heard the smile in her voice and you looked up at her as you returned it. 

“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry.”

“I’m sure you have but keep me in the loop, hm?”

“James Grant,” you stated, rolling onto your back with the side of your head pressed against hers. 

You said it with a shrug as though it was obvious, she supposed it was, though she was excited to brainstorm a plan. It was exciting her devious streak she’d always wished to entertain.

“That’s it?” she laughed.

“Well, yeah, kind of,” you uttered back. “I planned every last detail down to the piece of hair I left on a tree. I figured they’d find it, tie it back to him, and the mountain of evidence against him and it’s a closed case.”

“God, I love your brain,” she musingly sighed. “Listen, I was thinking about it a little after you woke me up with your snoring -”

“I don’t snore.”

“Okay,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes at the playful shove you gave her. “Anyway, I’ve got a couple ideas. Feel free to turn them down but I figured, go big or go home.”

You sat up eagerly at that, so pleased to find her just as enlivened at the prospect, so much so you had to peck her lips with a grin against her. When you nodded, she began. 

—

The atmosphere in the police station didn’t differ too greatly from the days prior. With a case that hits as many dead ends as this one, it's hard to keep any semblance of a spark alive. You were all running on caffeine to combat the early morning tiredness, the weariness that had taken its place with all the frustration. 

Emily’s knee brushed against yours from where she’d taken a seat beside you, looking over the files in front of you with a fresh sight she’d been graced with. Truly, neither of you were digging much into the repetitive information you keep scouring through - you didn’t need to - you were just waiting for the pieces to fall into place. You acted as though you mirrored everybody else, searching for something you may have missed. Evidence that won’t be found. 

They didn’t know it was all fruitless and you could now at least share the amusement with the woman beside you, only feigning concentration whilst you threw each other small smiles and discreet flirtatious touches beneath the table. You were both itching for the next step and as though the world had listened, Hotch’s phone rang out into the uncomfortable silence. 

It was a moment of dread for those not in the know, listening in to Hotch’s side of the conversation, reading his expressions and the way he rubbed at his forehead. 

“A woman on her way to work found another body,” he deadpanned as soon as he hung up the call with a click. “Stab wounds, mutilated hands, rope around the wrists.”

“Definitely our guy,” Derek spoke, receiving nods around the room as you all stood to receive your orders. 

“JJ, Emily, Y/N, head to the crime scene. Morgan, Rossi, Reid I want you to take statements from the witnesses, see if they know anything of the area - talk to anyone who works around there - bars, stores, anything. I’ll head to the ME’s office to go over the other victims before he performs an autopsy. I’ll keep you updated.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about this one,” Emily murmured as the group of you made your way out of the building, earning hopeful murmurings from everyone else and an amused smirk from yourself. 

After a quiet car ride there, you arrived at the scene. Police tape framed your work and you took the issued camera that was handed to you, pulling on the gloves Emily passed you before making your way over. 

“Yep, definitely our unsub,” JJ sighed as she took in the sight. 

“Robert Allen,” Emily began, reading from the ID card she carefully slipped from the wallet she found in his jeans pocket. “Not much else in here, a couple nickels worth of change and a Blockbuster loyalty card.” She spoke the latter part with an amused quirk of her brow and if you weren’t at a crime scene you would have laughed. 

She had to admit the slight unease she felt at the body beside her boot-clad feet. The blood and gore had never bothered her, but knowing that you - her otherwise innocent and oftentimes sweet-natured girlfriend - was responsible did bring out a shiver in her spine. However, any thoughts she possibly should have had were erased completely by the memories of the evening. She glanced towards the tree she’d pushed you against and thought back to the way you moaned her name; how she’d taken you back to the hotel to strip you down and wash you clean of any remaining blood before she made you breathe out her name once more. 

Seeing what you’d done in broad daylight always came with pride. You could see it all clearly without the darkness of the night shrouding it - you’d done it for a reason after all, surely you deserved to admire it. The scum you’d rid the world of. 

Blood had trickled from his lips into the scratchy beard that covered his chin. You remembered the wet gargles at the back of his throat as he gasped for air. It had splattered onto his neck, adam’s apple painted red along with the collar of his shirt. 

You crouched beside him with the camera snapping photos with a flash, finally able to eye the violent wounds that were scattered all over him. You hadn’t counted but there must have been at least fifteen - Emily was quietly amazed. She’d never seen you angry, though had sometimes noticed bruised knuckles she assumed came from the assault of a home gym punching bag. Your anger was quiet and bubbling, she’d easily seen this in the brief conversations of your past you’d let her entertain before changing the subject to one less painful. She watched you take photos as though it was like any normal case with her gaze softening at the realisation she could see all of you now. She could see the pain that rested on your shoulders. The torment that had always been there was so clear to her now and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms and let you be mended. 

You continued taking note of the corpse and all the blood. You took photos to accompany those on the corkboard at the station, close-ups of battered hands. The skin was black and blue and otherwise coated in blood. Your knife had stabbed clean through and the force of your strong grip had bent his fingers out of shape, pointing in ways they certainly should not. The rope was slightly frayed, bound tightly around his wrists, digging into the skin leaving it red and raw around them. 

It was just like the others. You’d done a good job. 

You stood from your position to pass the camera back to somebody who’d have them processed and made your way over to JJ and Emily where they spoke to the forensics team. 

“We’ll have to check for DNA again but other than that, it’s all pretty much the same as the others,” you spoke. “Maybe check his clothes and the surrounding trees - he could’ve brushed against them,” you suggested to which the expert nodded in agreement.

“There’s blunt force trauma to his head too,” you added. “We’ve had no luck finding anything before but it was probably a rock,” you continued with a gesture towards the plethora of stones around you. 

“Needle in a haystack,” JJ muttered.

“Mhm. Chances are he tossed it in that stream - it could be anywhere by now and we’d be lucky to find any DNA even if we did get our hands on it.”

“Alright, well, keep us posted if you find anything,” Emily concluded before the three of you wandered back to the SUV. You were all a little more hopeful now at least - there had to be some concrete evidence at some point. Especially considering the apparent devolving the offender seems to be approaching, what with the shortened time between this murder and the last one. 

Just with any few hours following the discovery of a new body, there was a wait time. You could only go over the facts for so long until you needed a break, hoping on a call revealing new information to form an arrest plan. 

For now, it was just a waiting game, so Emily suggested she go and grab coffees. The pot in the run-down, and usually uneventful, police station was akin to battery acid and the offer was gratefully accepted by all just for a taste of something more bearable. 

“Donuts too, if you’re buying,” JJ smiled when the two of you pulled your jackets on to leave. 

“Only because I’m feeling generous,” you uttered back.

You’d studied every inch of this town. Every road and lane, every bypass and alleyway. You were thorough and meticulous with every detail memorised. You knew the route Emily should take to get to James Grant’s house in a time that would get you to the cafe and back to the team in an appropriate amount of time. You knew how to adjust the systems of the vehicle to keep the tracking system from revealing where you truly went. Emily daren’t ask you how. She just appreciated the knowledge that she’d found somebody even more highly strung than herself.

When she parked outside the worn-down house she let you lead the way, trusting the in-depth surveillance of the house you’d informed her of this morning. 

“I did a lot of library book browsing for this so please give me credit,” you mumbled as you led her to the back of his house. 

The wood paneling along the walls was poorly kempt and the security was obviously minimal. Kudos to you for tracking down the perfect suspect, she thought. Even his house was practically in the middle of nowhere and its appearance hardly differed from those of serial killers you’ve apprehended a number of times. 

“I’m assuming you know how to pick a lock,” you asked her as you bent down beside the rusted gas lines attached to the bricked walls and began following the instructions you’d given yourself to achieve the desired outcome. 

“Of course,” she huffed as though it were a ridiculous notion to presume otherwise. “I’ll head in, do what I need to do and you’ll be ready to leave when I come out?”

“Of course.” Your tone was identical to hers and she rolled her eyes playfully before you parted ways. 

It took a little time for you to be finished and back in the car. She looked at you giddily when she turned her body to face you from the driver’s seat, a glint in her eyes you’d never seen but already adored. 

“You’re so cute when you’re up to no good,” you breathed, she felt your smile against her lips when she pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft yet possessive as though she was staking her claim on this enigmatic being she’d found and caught. You felt her plump lips on yours when she pulled away, with little space, to talk into the palpable air. 

“I think I love you.”

“I think I love you too, Emily.”

“This’ll work, right? This plan, I mean.”

“If I’m right - and I’m barely ever wrong,” you began as she chuckled. “He’ll come back from work, light a cigarette and the rest will happen on its own. We’re counting on the timings of it all but other than that it’s concrete.”

“And if it’s not?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, drive on, I want a croissant.” 

–

JJ and Derek weren’t oblivious. They’d noticed the way you and Emily act around each other and the change in your demeanours following your love-filled confessions was obvious to them - they shared a knowing look at the way Emily sported a rare blush at something you muttered to her out of earshot. They’d had their suspicions but had kept their distance, figuring you’d say something when you felt ready to. 

Right now though, mouths and stomachs were satisfied as they all pored over information. There was a weight lifted from the air as though you all somehow knew that this would be the one to pull it all together. 

The familiar ringtone solidified it all. That noise that had been stomach-dropping for weeks now was finally tinted with hope. Hotch didn’t hide the relieved upturn of his mouth at the voice on the other end of the line, letting his usually stoney face show emotion for just a moment. 

“They’ve found DNA at the scene. It’s small but it’s enough. Jame Grant is our unsub,” he voiced once the call was over. 

“We got him,” Derek smiled, determined to close this tiring case for good. 

“His work shift is almost over, if we leave now we won’t get to his property much longer after him. We’ll meet him there - let’s go.”

– 

When Emily brought the car to a halt just as she had a few hours ago, she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze just as she always does before you got out. This time, though, she didn't even attempt to hide the display of affection from JJ and Rossi who sat in the rear seats. Right now, she didn’t care if anybody saw, she loved you and she silently pleaded that any powers she didn’t believe in would let this plan go smoothly. 

You all noticed his figure through the unclean living room windows as you quietly approached his house, guns out in front of you and vests securely fitted to your bodies. 

Nobody knew how he’d react to the hostile situation so a silent approach was favoured. Emily made her way to the back of the house with recognition in her footsteps until she was out of sight; Hotch urged you and JJ to make your way to the front door while he and the remaining members of the BAU dispersed themselves as per routine. 

“Make your approach on three,” his voice sounded through slightly muffled comms.

With a mirrored nod in JJ’s direction, you started a cautious walk forward, readying yourselves to kick the wooden door with the solid soles of your shoes. You noticed James make his way toward the kitchen and released a shaking breath at the closeness of your plan finally coming to its end. You’d made it this far without a hitch and you gritted your teeth with a slight nervousness at the severity of the need for this to go correctly. 

It was tricky to piece together what happened next.

One second you were near his house and the next your ears were ringing as you blinked out of an unconscious state you don’t know how long you’d been in, You knew that the sunlight made your eyes squint and you knew that the hand you shot up to the pain in your head didn’t help.

The sounds around you floated in and out but you could sense the commotion. Your lungs heaved for a breath that was difficult to inhale until you unclasped the FBI vest that held your torso hostage. You knew that the coughs you spluttered out hurt your ribs that were surely bruised and that your fingertips were slick with blood from the cut above your left eyebrow. You knew that this was meant to be there. Was it? You didn’t know at this point.

You managed to struggle into a seated position to find JJ and her soot-covered self kneeling next to you with concern written over her face. Her cheek was beginning to bruise but she looked okay other than that. But your body ached. 

“What happened?” you managed to stutter out, feeling Derek’s presence crouch down beside you while the rest of the goings-on were yet to catch up with your haze-covered mind. 

“Grant. He must’ve figured we’d caught him,” he rushed out. He was more concerned with helping you stand on shaky legs.

Was this your plan? You were desperately wishing for your brain to catch up - you needed to know if this was how it was all meant to play out. 

Even though you hurt all over with JJ and Morgan on either side of you helping you to keep your balance, your only thought now was her. 

“Where’s Emily?” you asked them. They shared a look you wish you didn’t notice. “Where is she? She was at the back of the house, where is she?”

You didn’t listen to their shouts for you to say away but they didn’t try to hold you back when you wrenched yourself away from them. They only followed you over to where the others had gathered, where fire teams had put out the flames and people rushed around. It was chaos but all you could focus on was her. 

You only noticed the ruins left where the house had once stood when you read the forlorn looks on their faces. You saw the tears that threatened to fall but you still darted your eyes around for a glimpse of the raven hair you’d run your fingers through countless times. 

“Where’s Emily?”

Your voice was croaked and small. You didn’t look at them when they gave you an answer you didn’t want to hear, only keeping your eyes on the rubble before you, hoping for a glimpse.

“She’s gotta be here. She’s okay - I know it.”

You must have looked pathetic whilst they watched you clamber over ash and debris, calling for a name that wouldn’t answer. You heard some muffled sobs and ignored the calls of your name. You were looking for something. You saw it after a while, it wasn’t much but it was her. An FBI identification card, charred and burnt but somehow still surviving enough for you to see the photo of her face. She’d told you many times that she hated the lighting - how she’d argued with the staff who wouldn’t let her retake it. 

You let the tears fall freely when you held it in your palm. This was your plan, wasn’t it?

Again, nothing really made much sense. Time wasn’t linear and the blurring of the world you once knew flew right by you with a silent ride to the hospital. A befogged mind wasn’t much use for comprehensible thought when you had your cut stitched up. It was all silence now. The ride back to the bureau and the subsequent journey to a somber apartment. It was all silence without Emily. You think you love her, though, so that will carry you through. 

–

A week later, an injury healing, a body almost free of pain, it was time to face reality. Complete your plan once and for all. You dressed in black and eyed yourself in the mirror with a tentative touch to the scarring mark on your face, the permanent reminder of it all.

Your apartment was empty and quiet and your footsteps echoed louder than you hoped they would as you made your way to the front door. 

Where you’d usually hold her hand on the short walk to the car, your palm was empty and cold. The music on the radio wasn’t the same - you hadn’t realised how much of you was consumed by Emily. Each and every thing held space for her, a space not currently occupied. You pulled up to the cemetery alone, completing a car ride that was nothing but a blur. 

Without her here to help guide you through, each day existed around you. You were behind a fogged-up pane of glass just watching on, creating cracks to let the air in, preparing to let it shatter and set you free 

You’d not spoken to anybody since it happened. You were only given a week off work - you were due back on Monday. When the crying faces of your colleagues surrounded you, you graced them with little attention. It was difficult to take your eyes away from the empty coffin that prepared itself to lower into the soil - you thought she deserved better. 

Just the mere pondering back onto that day made you sick to your stomach. From being told that any human remains would be unsalvageable, to being given the official announcement of her death, to sleeping in an empty bed with nothing to accompany you besides your pain. It was enough to make anybody sink. 

The sky reminded you of her and so did the clouds. The perfume she’d left at your apartment lay against your neck and it was as though she was there with you. 

You didn’t listen to the talkings of your peers, their heartfelt words couldn’t break through the rigid edges you’d surrounded yourself with. You didn’t pay attention until it was your own turn to speak; JJ whispered a word of encouragement through a cracking voice and assured you with a squeeze of your arm. You didn’t have a piece of paper or any notecards because the scrawlings onto paper meant nothing compared to her. They couldn’t even begin to describe her. 

“Emily Prentiss was one of those people who made everything brighter,” you began. “Once you met her, it was hard to imagine a life without her - anybody who had the privilege of being her friend was lucky. Though, it’s impossible to know just how great the jackpot you’d scored was until it’s taken away.”

The birds chirped in the trees a few metres away while your friends wiped their cheeks of tears. 

“She accepted every part of me wholeheartedly - she never did anything conditionally. She was a woman of integrity and pride and light and love,” you couldn’t help but smile at the memories of her. “She always told me she thought that I was made for her, but I think that, really, she was made for me. She truly was the best of me and nothing will ever be the same again.”

–

On Monday morning you pulled into the parking lot of the Bureau into the empty space beside the car you knew belonged to JJ. It was 9 a.m. on the first day back after the departure of the most wonderful woman to ever exist and everyone had been as punctual as ever. 

You boarded the elevator alone with an empty cardboard box in one hand and an envelope in the other, addressing nobody with anything more than a tight-lipped and polite smile as you put the box onto the desk you once sat at opposite Emily. They only watched you take strides into Hotch’s office with questioning glances thrown around the bullpen. 

“Good morning,” he greeted you when you approached his desk. His words were as flat as always but, being the observant individual you are, you saw each and every microexpression that swam across his face at the appearance of a white, unsealed envelope atop the paperwork he’d discarded his pen onto. 

“Morning,” you uttered in response. “My letter of resignation.”

“This is a little rash, no?” he answered you. He hadn’t expected to lose the second of his best profilers within a week, especially not through the means of a formally scribed note. 

“I can’t work here anymore, Hotch,” you explained. “There’s nothing here for me anymore.”

With that, you took your leave once more with zero room for any more questions or persuasions to get you to stay. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” JJ asked you when you began to pack any belongings you had from your desk, emptying the drawer of any semblance of yourself you could find. 

“I’m leaving,” you shrugged. 

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” you nodded. “Listen, I care about you all and this isn’t a goodbye forever. I’ll keep in touch but, without Emily, this place isn’t home anymore. I can’t stay in a city that doesn’t belong to me.”

There was quiet that followed. They didn’t know what to say and they knew that nothing could keep you from going but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. You knew what you had to do to leave it all behind. The plan. The murders. The cases. The lack of the woman you know you love. So you cleared your desk until all it held was your badge and FBI-issued gun. 

Goodbyes are seldom easy so you kept it short for all of your sakes. With hugs and well wishes you left the Behavioural Analysis Unit in your rearview mirror. It’d all stay fixed in your periphery but the tunneled vision you forced yourself into so long ago could only face one way and that was forwards. 

When you finally got back into your car, the box accompanied those already piled high on the back seats. The long drive you set out on was filled with music that felt more emotionally charged, and the wind that passed across your skin through the wound-down windows felt freeing and cool, giving you the fresh and breathable air you’d been desperate for. 

Your head was overflowing with Emily. 

You thought of the way she scrunched her nose with the smile that accompanied a laugh, how the length of her neck would be completely visible if her head flew backward with a chuckle. You thought about the gleeful way she would sing along with the radio and drum along with the rhythms with her fingers on the steering wheel. 

You remembered the first time she’d cooked for you and how, despite her own expectations, not only did you not have to opt for a delivered meal but it was also perfectly created. She’d rewarded herself with an extra scoop of ice cream to follow and you’d taste the mint chocolate chip when she kissed you afterward. When she first invited you to drinks without the remainder of the team present you saw her blush for the very first time and at that moment you realised she’d been as enamoured by you as you'd been by her. 

When she’d drive you’d admire the side of her face as though it were a piece of art and though she’d bashfully urge you to avert your gaze you’d only deny the request and tell her she was nothing short of a masterpiece. Each line and contour of her body was forever engrained into your mind, filed away with all of the other things you loved about her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she always holds you while you sleep. 

You especially loved the revelation she’d gifted you with - that you and her were similar in more ways than you’d both once thought. That she, too, hid darkened parts of herself away in the shadows that followed her. Her mind, as brilliant as you always had known it to be, only proved itself spectacular at the plan she’d conjured up. With the pair of you working on it, there were little to no ways it could hit a hitch. Plan A was expanded upon and a Plan B was there to fall back onto. 

She truly was made for you. Her body and her mind gelled with yours in a way so perfect you could never pull them apart. 

Being a trust fund kid at heart, it didn't come as a surprise when she informed you of the safehouse she kept hidden and buried a few states away. She’d shown you photos; a secluded area, a place to have a new beginning if she so needed. You were too excited to linger in the parked vehicle when you pulled onto its driveway, hurrying to the front door with a knock against the stained glass window that barely let you see in. Through the translucent glass, you could only make out an indistinct figure approaching. 

When the lock clicked with a metallic clang and the door creaked on its hinges you were met with that face you’d learned each inch of. A large grin pulled at her lips and brought small crinkles to the edges of her eyes and her arms instantly reached out to hold you. Emily touched the almost healed cut with concern appearing alongside the happiness but she and you both knew it was merely collateral damage. 

Because your plan had worked and here you both are. Safe and sound and, more importantly, together. 

“Honey, I’m home.”

[moodymisty]

Ahh your writing is so wonderful! I have a request for Crosshair x F!Reader for “I’m not letting you out of my sight”

Like they both have a secret crush on each other but they are at a bar and Crosshair sees someone try to hit on you and he gets sexy possessive jealous?? 🫢🤌 NSFW is ok! 😈

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Ohhhh I love me some possessive tropes... Lets get it on~ I might come back and touch this one up a bit since i'm not totallyyyy happy with the way things flow, but I really wanted to write and post some naughty Crosshair; I've been doing so much fluff

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mild instances of a stranger being a little pushy flirty, Semi-public sex, Slightly rough sex, It's crosshair so any sort of emotional communication is awful, Unprotected sex

This bar is, shady. To put it lightly.

It could be worse, but it's very clear that this is the bar to go to when one is finished with some less than savory business, or you're persona non grata everywhere else.

But as such, it's also the only bar in this dank, dreary city that'll serve clones, so it's not as if you are all swimming in options. Of course you all finally get some shore leave, and it's on this sunken heap of a planet. The whole place smells like smog; Like some of the lowest, darkest levels of Coruscant.

The rest of the Batch is all late- held up by some repairs on the Marauder that needed immediate attention and multiple sets of hands. They encouraged you to head on without them and that they'd been done quickly, and Crosshair had decided to follow you.

You might normally have told him to stay and help them, but now that you're here, a part of you is a little bit glad that he didn't stay behind. He's a nice anchor point, as otherwise you'd be totally alone in a completely new place. A bar no less, one that doesn't seem exactly used to people like you and Crosshair inside of it.

"You look like a fish outta water, girlie."

You're not against petnames and nicknames, the Batch and most people you know rarely call you by your name anyways, but you're not a fan the way this bartender says it.

You also aren't fond of the way he's acting as if Crosshair doesn't exist, though he more than lets himself be known on the barstool right next to you as you respond.

"Just waiting for some friends," You respond. He fills someone's glass full of an unfamiliar and strong smelling liquor that burns your nose, giving it to them before looking back.

"Not more clones, I hope."

Crosshair speaks up, his eyebrows raised and shoulders firmly set. You'd say he's trying to seem intimidating and unfriendly, but that would imply it wasn't working.

"A problem?" The bartender makes a nonchalant noise in his throat and continues to serve some of the more demanding, drunker customers surrounding the two of you.

"Not if you're all payin'." Even if the answer isn't as negative as you would've expected, Crosshair is still less than pleased. The man looks at you, failing to give Crosshair even more than a wayward glance as he speaks.

"Didn't think a chick looking like you would spend time with that kinda lot."

Your face curls into a bit of a grimace, even as the shout of another patron beings the bartender's attention elsewhere. But even as he's gone off you can still feel how testy Crosshair is, as if the air around him is almost electric. You glance towards the front door for what feels like the millionth time and still, no sign of the rest- so you lean in towards him and whisper.

"Crosshair, relax. Go splash some water on your face or something."

Sure this isn't the most comfortable scenario, but you could do without him snorting fire every which way. You can shove off someone being a little bit skeevy without his help.

Instead of calming down however he snaps right back at you, his lips as tight as his brow when he spits out a response.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight. I see the way everyone's looking at you."

You don't know what part to focus on; The fact that he's noticed some less than appropriate stares happening behind you that you hadn't, or that he's openly admitted to keeping such a keen eye out for you. You tuck a chunk of hair behind your ear and look around.

Part of you is a a bit hungry, but you'll probably end up just eating some of the rations back at the Marauder, at this point. Especially if the others plan on taking even longer, glancing towards the entrance with pursed lips.

"Still waitin?" He's back, and you can feel Crosshair bristle just as you stretch a thin smile and nod.

"I'm sure one of the guys 'round here could show ya a better time than this." He's smiling, and you don't know in what way he means 'better', but innuendo or not it's not a deal you're going to take him up on. Crosshair seems to agree, beginning to hiss something from between his teeth.

"How about y-" "I'm taken. No thanks."

Crosshair stops speaking, and looks over at you. The bartender shrugs. When he looks at the sniper beside you and clearly presumes you're both together, you don't correct him.

It fits with the narrative and, you wouldn't mind roleplaying Crosshair being your lover for just a moment. It's almost hard to remember when you'd first fallen for him, but you've yet to speak anything about it to a single soul.

"Shame. Worth a shot."

He seems to at least get the hint, and turns around to go about some more of his business. Your shoulders relax a bit knowing that you don't have to deal with any of that anymore, leaning back. When you look over at Crosshair however, he's looking off in no particular direction, clearly lost in thought.

"Cross?" You're one of the few people that can get away with calling him any sort of nickname, raising your eyebrows as you look at him and raise a hand to touch his shoulder. When he turns his face is firm set, and you feel your face get hotter under his stare. His eyes have always been intense, but it feels like he's almost staring into you, instead of at you. It's making your heart beat a little faster, heat going to your neck as his eyes flicker around your face thinking things you don't even have a chance at guessing.

Suddenly out of nowhere he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you off your barstool, walking in the direction to the back of the bar. When you attempt to ask him why, he doesn't answer.

There seems to be only a storage closet and a refresher back here, alongside the backdoor into presumably With one fell swoop he opens the refresher door and pushes you in, closing and locking it behind him.

"Crosshair! What are y-"

His lips press against yours before you can say anymore, feeling the small of your back press against the countertop. They feel surprisingly cool against your own, your still open eyes having barely caught the way his are squeezed shut.

You've had a thing for Crosshair for the longest time, and while there's far better ways in the galaxy to confess to someone that you don't hate them, you aren't going to look a gift kybuck in the mouth. Not when Crosshair is so impossible to read, how he really feels is usually seven layers deep.

It takes you more than a moment to get over the overwhelming sense of surprise and actually reciprocate, instead of standing frozen like a statue. You can feel the gentle ghosting of his breath across your face, the aggressiveness he'd had at the beginning of the kiss fading away to be almost lovingly gentle. His lips move slowly with yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he pulls away.

"Why'd you let him assume I was your date."

It sounds like there should be another half of that sentence, but Crosshair doesn't say it.

"I thought you wouldn't mind, as long as it got him to stop talking." He keeps stepping closer in this tiny closet of a room, and so you hop up onto the countertop and part your thighs enough to let him in. It's never exactly been a secret that you've thought about this, and finally being able to indulge in him has your hands grasping his shoulders so tight he'd have to wrench them off to get away.

"I didn't think a random bartender would make you so upset. Why’d you never tell me you were jealous?" You say, before his lips quiet you again. When he pulls them away with a soft 'pop' you can't help but trail after them, more drunk off of him that any sort of liquor you could get at the bar. He's feeling the same, judging by the fact that his pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the dark brown of his eyes.

"I told you, I didn't like how he was looking at you." It's not the first time Crosshair has pulled a stunt like that, but you normally thought it was because he found any sort of flirting in his vicinity annoying. Not that he liked you that much. It's not as if you can blame yourself- as Crosshair is just that hard to read.

“I didn’t think it mattered to you that much,” You say, illuding to the fact that he’s never given you so much as a hint that he might feel some way about you. He doesn’t formally respond, but you think you might’ve barely utter something along the lines of ‘it does’ against your skin.

Body tangled with yours the way his hands clamp around your hips is like a vice, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and underwear. When he pulled off his glove you don't remember, but so much has happened so fast it's almost a blur. They brush along your outer lips and instantly the sensation makes you tighten around nothing, already anticipating them slipping inside of you. The way your cunt is already wet enough to soak his fingers isn't lost on him, nor is the way make a noise loud enough that you feel the need to bite your lip and try to silence it. His fingers slip between your folds and brush against your clit, thighs tightening around him as your hips twitch towards him. The sensation already feels intense, silently begging for more.

The room is tiny and stuffy, if you stretched your foot out you could probably almost brush against the opposite wall, but every sound bounces off of it and fills your ears. The soft rustling of clothing and harsh breathing, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt pace limited by the fabric of your bottoms. Your body warms and stretches around him, wetness slick over his hands and staining the fabric of your underwear.

He only stops when your own hands start grasping at the front of your pants and impede him, trying to finagle them off. Slick hand pulling from where it'd been cupped around your pussy, he helps pull them off in one fell swoop, pants and underwear dangling by only your left ankle.

He'd not taken a piece of armor off when you had all arrived earlier, coming here in his full kit minus helmet. As such he's peeling away the only piece that offers resistance to his goal, it coming undone and falling to the floor as the fabric of his blacks gets awkwardly torn aside. Only then can you suddenly feel the heat of his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard as he pulls you close enough to the edge that he can grind it against your cunt. There's a quiet groan he lets out through his teeth while moving against you, wanting to just sink himself in you. His hot breath fans over your face, your arms tight around his neck and thighs squeezing his hips.

You're desperate- hot and wanting not in a mood to play around in some dirty dimly lit refresher, hand slipping between your bodies and almost forcing his out, guiding his cock to press against your entrance.

Fuck, you've thought about this. Far too many times. Crosshair has too but, it's only tonight that he's finally breached the awkward air that always hung between you two. When your hand returns to his shoulder he's already sinking himself in you, burying to the hilt as your body feels almost unbelievably tight and soft around him.

"You're gonna rip holes in it," Crosshair mumbles against your skin, slyly referencing the way your nails and digging into the fabric of his bodyglove in the small spaces your managed to sneak in.

You might've considered spitting some sort of demand from him, but instead you push your hips closer to his own, listening to him groan in your ear as he drives his cock deeper into you.

It's all awkward and clumsy, an unfavorable spot that's completely spur of the moment. Then again a lot of the things you end up doing with Crosshair are spur of the moment, like midnight runs for food or running off to the middle of nowhere for some quiet, so perhaps this confession is just par for the course.

He's rough and unforgiving, frantic nose pressed against your face as he deepens your kiss. His armor keeps brushing against your bare skin as he thrusts into you, rough and unyielding against your soft meat of your thighs. It's a bit uncomfortable, but any thought of him removing it involves him having to stop fucking you- stop having his hands clench your hips so tight you think he'll leave little bruises as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.

"Then throw it out. I'll get you a new one if I do." Slowly his lips drift to the corner of your mouth, before down your jawline to your neck before he responds.

"I'd keep it." His kisses are rough; Not rough enough to leave a mark, but you wouldn't mind if they did.

If you ever had any concern of someone noticing your absence it's long gone, skin hot to the touch in any spot it's exposed as Crosshair pulls you harder onto him. His cock keeps brushing against every soft, sensitive nerve and muscle, making you gasp and your toes curl in your boots.

It's all so much; Your stomach turning and twisting as every single thrust of his hips and brushing of his teeth on your skin fulfils and thirst you'd had for ages.

Your legs wrap around his hips ever tighter, as you cum and bite your lip enough to leave dents. Your ankles lock and have him trapped close to you, snug deeply against and inside of you so much so that he can barely move.

Maybe it's that feeling of closeness, or maybe he's just been barely holding on this whole time and your cunt clenching tight around him is what does him in, but it isn't to long later before you can feel his nails digging into the skin of your thighs, cumming inside of you with a hiss through his teeth.

The countertop feels cold against the back of your thighs, but your body is running so hot; Skin flush and nearly boiling underneath the clothing you still have on. It's all a wreck too, bunched in odd places and wrinkled. Not that it matters, in the long run.

Your legs flop limp away from him, and he leans back enough that his cock pulls out of you, as he quietly catches his breath. The insides of your thighs are slick and feel a mess, and you can feel the way his cum leaks out of you and onto the countertop.

Your legs feel like absolute mush; There's no way you'd be able to walk at the moment. Thankfully you don't need to, as your chest gently rises and falls with each caught breath.

"Warn a girl next time you're going to take her for a ride like that, yeah?" You joke, hoping to soften him up a bit. Crosshair is alway so aloof, no matter what the situation.

"You want a next time?" You glance up at him and see his softened eyebrows and tiny crook of his lips- he's clearly teasing you. It still makes you doubt for just a moment, however.

"Do you?" His face is close enough that you could tug him in for a kiss if you wanted, your hands now more gently just laying on the crook of his neck.

"Yes."

You'll stipulate that you'll be wanting a date first, but you can barter later.

Sliding off the counter with now steady legs you clean yourself and the refresher up to a presentable state and follow him out, thankfully not bumping into any unfortunate souls along the way. The worst thing imaginable, that would be.

But once you enter the main bar area again, it's not long before you notice the rest of the Batch, all standing around waiting. Echo is the first one to turn and notice you and his brother heading towards them, tilting his head.

"Where were you two?" Echo speaks up, raising his eyebrows. Instead of answering, Crosshair instead flips the question.

"Where were you? We've been waiting."

You were doing a little more than waiting it seems, having a silent conversation with Hunter as his eyes are on you. And, they look a little surprised. Any longer and he might just get keen, so you quickly invent a reason to leave them behind.

"I think me and Cross are gonna head back to the ship. We've had our fill of this place for tonight." They look about to speak up, but Hunter cuts off any objections.

"Be careful on the walk back, you two."

The two of you take your leave, the rest of the batch getting to have their night of fun while you two head back. The air outside is brisk but not enough to shiver, adjusting your clothes as the wind blows them awkwardly. Crosshair keeps exact pace with you, walking quite close- almost shoulder to shoulder.

"How long do you think they're gonna spend drinking?" You casually look up at him, swaying a little to the side while you walk and almost bumping into him.

"A while," He says, before glancing down at you with no shortage of suspicion. "Why?" You shrug.

"No reason."

[existslikepristin]

Later than I said I would post the story? Never heard of her. I am simultaneously thankful and sorry @ggidolsmuts for reviewing this for me to verify it makes just the right amount of a lack of sense.

Anyway, please make note of the trigger warnings in red in the tags. Unless you're color blind, in which case you're about to be awakened to some new kinks. Congratulations.

(Oh and fuck BBC entertainment, if that wasn't obvious.)

Churchgirleum Yawjinius

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Loona, Yeojin, futa!Choerry, futa!Hyunjin, futa!Jinsoul, futa!Heejin, futa!Haseul, some other bitch, briefly questionable consent, regularly questionable sanity, anal, double anal, TRIPLE ANAL are you kidding me, alliteration, extreme deepthroat, humiliating someone who deserves it, piss, gallons of cum, slight foot fetish, Jinsoul’s cum is referred to as fish jizz twice and it is a joke I promise, clit smacking, light? bondage, sacrilege, “praying” for dick, writing this lowered my IQ, is Yeojin crazy or is she a prophet, who would ever think this was a good idea, dick sizes never explicitly stated but implied to be unrealistically large, Heejin might be the most normal person there somehow, squelching lube sounds, idgaf this is canon, SCIENCE probably, losing the plot halfway through, is Choerry a vampire or is she a prophet, a little bit of “Mommy”

~~~~~

Spring.

Light and warmth summon fast growth. It's a time that calls for maximum performance all 'round, but provides plentiful sustenance in return.

There's a lot to do! Ensuring future generations, and getting the world to bloom again.

Colors, scents, and bird song cast a spell over Seoul's spring worlds.

Early spring. At first, it's barely noticeable. The beginning of March, the nights are still frosty, and the trees, bare. The last of the winter's chill, still in the air. But the early returning flocks of birds signal a new start. In the fields and meadows, still bare from winter, the pleasurable anticipation is almost tangible. And by pleasurable anticipation, of course, I mean the incredibly rare species, known scientifically as Churchgirleum Yawjinius getting absolutely railed in the asshole by the equally rare species, Thiccdiccaeus Cherrinus.

A strange mating ritual, one might say, as they are not quite "mating" in the traditional sense, and thus are not considered to be, as is referred to, scientifically speaking, "sinning." Good thing, too, for they are performing this semi-pseudo mating ritual within the most sacred place of worship, the church. Let us now take a closer look, and see what we may learn from this quite unlikely interaction we've stumbled upon.

~~~

Yeojin's voice jumped with every syllable she spoke. "Fuck. Yes. Choe. Rry. Fuck. Me." The church pew she leaned over creaked each time her body lurched forward. The nails holding it to the floor weren't made for that kind of motion.

"Oh yeah Yeojin! My... peepee feels so good... in your bum!" Choerry cooed. She had to hold a particularly wide stance to get down to Yeojin's level, which meant her balls were free to swing ahead to slap Yeojin's pussy.

Neither of them were exactly dressed for a usual Sunday service, but at least Yeojin tried. She wore a "slightly modified" version of the classic religion-based school girl outfit: a very short tube top (but with straps) that would have been ever so slightly more modest if she hadn't discarded her jacket before the fucking began, a skirt that was most definitely not regulation length (for which she deserved a good spanking), socks that came up to her knees, and plain black flats.

Choerry was naked.

Nowhere to be seen in the entire church was a pair of panties (or any of Choerry's clothes for that matter), most likely because the little whores didn't wear them in the first place.

Besides the sounds of extreme not-technically-fornication, the chapel was silent, which meant it was absolutely not even a little bit remotely silent. Grunts, moans, claps, smacks, swearing, and mildly naughty words filled the air like a hymn. Depending on their denomination and if they were there, an entire choir might have joined in. On the hymn, not the sex, obviously, if it wasn’t obvious.

Choerry's butt fucking only increased in enthusiastic intensity as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, dragging Yeojin's legs further and further up the back of the pew. Eventually, Yeojin's feet left the floor and hung limp, bouncing off the old, cushionless wood. Her front half was bent over, and she gripped onto the front of the seat (though not because she noticed the subtle rocking of the pew as the nails were pulled out of the floor).

A stern, stoic, strangely stupid, feminine voice rang out from the back of the church. “In the name of all that is holy, what are you doing?!”

Though Yeojin was too dickmatized to even properly notice, Choerry squealed and jumped at the shouting, in just the right forward direction and with just the right momentum that those weak-ass pew nails couldn’t hold up to the thrust. The sudden rush toward the floor, exceptionally loud crash of wood on wood, and Choerry’s uncontrolled, crushing weight, however, certainly did get Yeojin’s attention. The two of them groaned on the floor, and only ten percent of their combined groaning at that point had anything to do with a slowly closing gaped asshole.

Time to ponder said gape was in short supply however, as they heard rushed footsteps coming their way.

“Y-Yeojin, we gotta go!” Choerry whispered far too loudly.

“Hold it right there!” shouted the new stranger.

Yeojin’s eyes shot open (like her butt). “Fuckin! Is that the goddamn priest?!”

Choerry grimaced. “Is that… Are you allowed to say that?”

The one of them more concerned with being caught than bad language pointed at the confessional booth. “Quick! In there!”

~~~

Incredible. Haven’t we already learned so much?

Now, escaping predators is often a frantic affair, and we see it is no different here with Yawjinius and Cherrinus. When a creature sees a burrow that will fit them nicely, whether or not they constructed it themselves, they will quickly resort to using it. Sometimes, they do this without taking any consequences whatsoever into account. For example, what if the burrow is one-ended, and the only way out is the way they went in, directly into the awaiting jaws of the predator?

Of course, a booth is an extremely short one-ended burrow. At least this one has doors! Let’s see if Yawjinius and Cherrinus are able to escape.

~~~

Useless fists pounded on both doors of the booth. “Hey! Get out of there! You’re not supposed to…” The doors rattled a bit. “Why are there locks on these?!”

Choerry wiped the sweat off her forehead. “I can’t believe we made it without being recognized. I’ve never run that fast in my entire life, I think.”

“Yeah yeah,” Yeojin groaned, “Well we gotta figure out what we’re going to do—Why are you standing on the seat?”

“You can see me?!”

“These mesh things obscure nothing. Of course I can. And your cock looks fucking delish. Stand back for a second.”

Yeojin maneuvered around awkwardly in the cramped space until she was nearly upside down and able to kick a hole in the wooden mesh. Doing so resulted in a frightened squeal from Choerry, and a "What in God's name?!" from the dumb shit outside the booth.

It took no time at all for Choerry to get the point and stick her dick through the impromptu glory hole. Apprehension would have been warranted, since the hole was encircled by splintered wood, but something something joke about her hardwood being harder.

The good little sucklicant she was, Yeojin knelt on the seat and wrapped her throat around Choerry’s Thiccdiccaeus.

"Yeojin, your bum feels different!"

Yeojin gagged in response.

"Oh." Choerry backed up slightly to make small thrusts into the orifice she then realized her cock was actually inside. Thankfully she was not stupid enough to think an asshole could gag on a dick. In the literal sense. The asshole that chased them into the confessional booth, however, could.

"I'm getting a key!" the asshole shouted. Her rapidly disappearing footsteps proved her to be a bitch of her word.

While it would have been an ideal opportunity for Yeojin and Choerry to escape in that moment, they decided not to, because deepthroat glory holes in confessional booths are tight as hell.

“Y-Yeojin, your mouth is tight as heck.”

Yeojin gagged in response.

Choerry began bucking, barely bothering to back off or brake, betting the bitch below would brave the barrage. Brewing in her balls, a big batch of baby batter was braced to bust… Boobs.

All of that was to say, Choerry was about to add to the mess on Yeojin’s side of the booth. Already, ejected spit was dripping down Yeojin’s side of the wall, and had drenched the front of Yeojin’s outfit. Not much of it had reached the bare wooden seat, given the astounding absorbency of Yeojin’s clothing, but the seat was still drenched. As one might recall, Yeojin’s panties were nowhere to be found, and her unused pussy and asshole leaked natural and unnatural lubrications respectively at a truly bonkers rate.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, Yeojin!”

Yeojin gagged in response. Really, it couldn’t be expected that she would do anything else. She had a big cock fully blocking off her entire esophagus. For posterity’s sake, what she would have said out loud was “For as excited as I am to have your load bloating my stomach, I am exasperated with your insistence on not using adult sexual terminology. Don’t say ‘come.’ Just say ‘cum.’ Say it with me. Cum. Cum. Cum. Fuck it, I’d even accept ‘climax,’ or something equally as romance novel-esque. You know what? Be clinical about it. Just say ‘ejaculate’ and—gag gargle gargle gargle gag gag gargle.” at which point, Yeojin would have become just drunk enough on her asphyxiation to stop thinking in so much detail.

The cum was not to come, however. The lock on Choerry’s side clicked open and she shrieked as she was pulled out. Yeojin’s throat was vacated in one, swift, barely splinter-avoidant motion. Immediately after, there was silence.

Until Yeojin's door flew open and she was yanked out of the booth!

Yeojin screamed, "Let me go, you goblin fuc—... goddammit Vivi! Who the fuck invited you?"

Yes, it was the worst, dumbest, and most pointless member of Loona, Vivi, who was the buzzkill. She was dressed up like some stupid collar-wearing priest. Or she was just making clergy look bad. It was hard to say.

"Yeojin! You can't have sex in a church! What are you thinking?"

"Boo you whore. Where's Choerry?"

Vivi shrugged. "She ran away as soon as she saw me. Real fast."

"Who wouldn't, you dumb bitch?"

"Ugh! Come with me, already."

"Why not? I have nothing better to do now that Choerry and her magnificent cock are gone."

~~~

Vivi has no scientific classification, as she is a bitch, and no scientist wants to be associated with her. But I guess she has to be in this documentary now that she's here, so we'll call her Stoopidiot Vivwhore or something. Honestly, nobody cares.

Well anyway, Vivwhore is taking Yawjinius to the church's office, but it feels like there's no more point to narrating here because Vivwhore ruins everyone's time. Really, I'm sorry she's even here.

I'll go get a stiff drink and come back a little drunk. Maybe then I can put up with her bullshi—Hey, it's Jinso—I mean Skinnierbutlongershlongius Jinsolitus! She's already completely stark-ass naked! And she's kicking Vivwhore out of the office! Excellent! Now we can continue this documentary in high spirits.

It looks like Jinsolitus is also interested in mating with Yawjinius. A dance of courtship begins. As we can see, this dance is quite frenzied. Yawjinius obviously wants to mate as well, having gone unfinished with Cherrinus, but she needs to test the fitness of her potential new mate. She can do this by... trying to escape?

Yawjinius wants to mate, I'm quite sure. Yes, she is merely testing Jinsolitus with a race in the very limited space of the church office, and making sure Jinsolitus is capable of dodging predators by throwing bibles at her. Ouch, that one looks like it hurt. And there goes Yawjinius, vaulting over the desk and toward—OH DAMN, did you see the way Jinsolitus caught her right out of the air and slammed her on the desk?! That looked unnecessarily painful! I guess that's what she gets for leaving some of her clothes on. I mean, that's a rough mating dance! Oh, and now she's pushing her dick down Yawjinius' throat.

~~~

The desk inched forward with every one of Jinsoul's violent thrusts.

"Fucking slut! That hurt!" Jinsoul shouted, referring to the reversed, red, hilariously accurate imprint of a "Holy Bible's" front cover on the side of her face.

Yeojin gagged in response. A few times. A bunch actually. It may not have really been an intentional response. Her throat wasn't massively stretched like it was when it had Choerry’s dick in it, but Jinsoul's felt like it was nearly battering the entrance to her stomach. Her response to Jinsoul might have actually been the way she clawed at Jinsoul's ass and kicked wildly in the air (hard to tell). Having her back slammed on a pastor's desk knocked the wind out of her, and it didn't make meaningful communication any easier. All this ignoring the huge cock blocking her vocal chords.

Jinsoul snatched Yeojin’s arms away fromher butt. "Bitch! Cut it out! Ugh!"

To immobilize Yeojin entirely, Jinsoul clambered onto her knees on top of the desk, pushing Yeojin down so her ass hung off the opposite side, and trapped Yeojin’s elbows in the crooks of her legs. This meant Jinsoul couldn't achieve the perfect angle on Yeojin’s head to insert herself entirely, but her dick was, as cannot be understated, fucking long as hell.

Yeojin heaved her lower body up in one last attempt at a kick to Jinsoul's face, but Jinsoul easily caught her feet and held her in place. Yeojin was thoroughly stuck, with her short skirt flipping down (or up, from her perspective) to expose her most vulnerable zone to Jinsoul. Talk about a mistake. Or a predicament. Or a... you know… definitely consensual upside-down throat fuck? Emphasis on that question mark.

"You're fucking mine, you little sex toy!" Jinsoul released a foot briefly to three-finger slap Yeojin's clitoris like a carnival hammer game with a defective button, and she clearly intended to win the biggest teddy bear.

If there were ever a scream that could be described as both muffled and blood-curdling, it was Yeojin's in that moment. Her fingers flexed uselessly in the air to either side of Jinsoul's hips.

Jinsoul shuddered and bounced her ass as hard as she could without accidentally releasing Yeojin’s arms. Her pussy dripped onto Yeojin’s nose, and the juice rolled down to mix with Yeojin’s flowing tears. "Yeah! Do that again! I love your vibration mode! Haha!"

Another full-force smack broke the bell at the tippy top of the game, splashing a surprising quantity of Yeojin’s underutilized pussy juice onto Jinsoul's face. Yeojin lost any control she had been trying to hold onto. Her burning lungs tried (and failed) to shove air out around Jinsoul's cock, only serving to increase Jinsoul's enjoyment. Her muscles also failed, and a stream of piss fired out of her, nearly straight up and back down in a short arc to soak her skirt, top, face, and Jinsoul's stomach. She didn't really register the taste as it reached Jinsoul's cock and was therefore shoved against her tongue. The desk was drenched. Expense papers, tithe reports, and even more bibles were saturated in slightly yellow liquid. It would be a genuinely gross shame for Yeojin to drown like that, which was not too far from happening.

It was a good thing Jinsoul was always a quick shot!

With one last bounce of her ass, Jinsoul sighed heavily and emptied herself almost directly into Yeojin’s stomach. She released Yeojin’s legs, letting them thump limply against the front of the desk, so she could squeeze her own tits and pinch her own nipples (probably since Yeojin’s were still hiding under a piss-soaked shirt).

Thirty or so belly-bloating seconds later, Jinsoul made the long, long, long, we-get-it-your-dick-is-very long slide out of Yeojin’s mouth. Seriously, that was like a half a meter of cock. Or it just seemed to be that big in comparison to tiny little Yeojin.

The last few centimeters allowed Yeojin’s airways to open up. She gasped and coughed and frantically thrashed around, slapping Jinsoul's legs. Puddles of her piss on the desk spread around as she hacked up her lungs.

"You insane fuckwad—hurk—shitfish!" She managed to scream between coughs. "You wanna fuckin' KILL ME?!"

Jinsoul stood on the desk, feet on either side of Yeojin’s head, wiggling her toes in the piss puddles. "Well like sometimes, yeah," she said, deadpan, "Hey, you're covered in pee."

"Bitch, I fucking know!"

~~~

Wow. What a turn of events that couldn’t have been predicted.

Hey look, now Jinsolitus is urinating on Yawjinius. That's a post-mating ritual, despite having not mated properly. Yes it was, as is Yawjinius repeatedly punching Jinsolitus in the dick. Oh, don't worry, nobody’s getting hurt. We can hope. I mean definitely not. Trust me, I’m a biologist*.

Poor Yawjinius. It seems that Jinsolitus is not simply a mate, but a predator in disguise, like one of those various invertebrates that engages in breeding and then immediately eats their mate. Though, in this particular situation, no breeding occurred, even if Yawjinius does appear to be a little bit bloated. And also in this particular situation, Jinsolitus is probably not going to eat her, if for no other reason than eating someone covered in mixed piss would be nasty. Eating each other isn’t really a thing in this ecosystem, actually.

If Yawjinius now wants to continue her day of faux mating, but not fornicating because they’re still in a church, she must now decide if she will attempt to further engage Jinsolitus, or leave unsatisfied.

~~~

Yeojin flicked the runny fluids off her eyelashes and glared at Jinsoul. “If I wasn’t so horny, I’d tell you to leave… but are you going to fuck my ass now or not?”

“I believe we’d both have to leave, considering we don’t own this place,” Jinsoul said with a shrug, “But, uh, no. I’m going to rail your mouth agai—”

The office door slammed open.

Vivi stepped into the office, pointing accusingly at Yeojin. “There she is! The demon possessed!”

Yeojin and Jinsoul stared back. Jinsoul was the first to speak. “You gonna finish that sentence?”

Vivi’s stupid hand faltered. “H-huh?”

“You said… ugh.” Jinsoul put her fingers to her forehead. “The demon possessed who? Yeojin?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you such a moron, Vivi? Why are you even here?”

Rather than engage in the conversation, Yeojin started fingering her ass. She was really missing Choerry’s contribution to her pleasure.

“I-I’m not! I brought some exorcists with me so they can expel the demon.”

On cue, Heejin and Haseul walked through the door behind Vivi. Though, to her surprise (and let’s face it: everything surprises someone that dumb), both of them were entirely naked and stroking their cocks.

“Are we… in the right place?” Heejin asked, looking concerned.

“Yuuup yup!” Haseul chimed, biting her lip for a moment and doing double finger guns at Yeojin. “Gonna push that demon out her mouth from the opposite end!”

~~~

Collosollacockium Heejineulum and Gargantuagockus Hahsullicus are not, in fact, exorcists. Both of them, however, are hung (in the sense that their dicks are relatively close to Cherrinus’ length and girth, that is).

With Jinsolitus now chasing Vivwhore out of the office for a second time, perhaps Yawjinius now has the opportunity to properly mate. But there are two potential mates for her to choose from! Both appear to be physically fit, capable, and good for passing on desirable qualities to their offspring. Perhaps a contest is in order to determine which of the two will continue their genetic—Wait, right. They're just here to fuck her ass. Breeding would imply vaginal intercourse, but they can't do that because they're in a church. What a silly mistake for a very professional biologist* to make.

Either way, they still need to determine who gets to do the honors. "The honors" being Yawjinius' butthole. Let's observe and see how they—Or Hahsullicus can just force Heejineulum to go first. Well, I guess they're going for it. Let's continue to watch.

~~~

Yeojin was on her side on the desk, with Heejin spooning her. Heejin was grimacing, biting down on her lips.

“The fuck’s wrong with you, Heejin?” Yeojin asked.

“… It’s in my hair…”

“What is? The piss? No duh, Herlock. That’ll happen when you lie down in it.”

“Haseul pushed me… Why are we doing this here?”

“She pushed me too. Whatcha gonna do about it? The correct answer is ‘fuck your ass.’”

Haseul, standing between their legs, laughed, “Oooh, it’s not so bad Heejin. See?” She picked up one of the piss-saturated bibles and licked the cover. Heejin looked like she might puke, but Haseul smacked her lips a couple of times, trying to pick up on the taste. “Huh… is that yours or Jinsoul’s?”

Yeojin scowled. “Probably both. Can we just…?”

“Oh totally,” Haseul said and gave the book another lick before tossing it over her shoulder and dropping to her knees.

A moment later, Yeojin felt a hand spreading her asshole from one side, and Heejin’s eyes shot open. A quiet slurping sound gave Yeojin the impression that Haseul was licking or sucking Heejin’s dick.

One more moment later, Heejin’s cock was pushed up against Yeojin’s half-spread hole and shoved in. “Aw yeah, that works,” Yeojin moaned in delight. “E-ew, fuck,” Heejin moaned in also-delight-but-still-also-disgust.

Heejin’s thrusts were long and slow, but always ended with a quick pound, rippling her thighs and Yeojin’s butt. Each one spiked Yeojin’s head with sexual power. She might have been a little turned off to see the way Heejin nervously avoided touching as many wet surfaces as possible, including herself, but that’s what’s so great about the spooning position!

Haseul strolled around the desk, pushing pens, papers, and crucifixes off to clatter and/or shlop to the floor. Her focus remained on her members though, watching the way they (mostly Yeojin) writhed on the soaked surface.

“Fuck, Yeojin,” Heejin breathed. It seemed that was all she could manage to say, but Yeojin knew the implication: Her asshole was tight, it milked Heejin’s whole cock, and it needed to be painted with cum. The usual, really. She reached back to sensually cradle Heejin’s head, unable to see Heejin cringing away from her wet hand.

Haseul, on the other hand, she could see, climbing onto the desk on her hands and knees before dropping down, brushing her tits through the remaining puddles. She lifted Yeojin’s head a bit awkwardly to the side. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Yeojin did as she was told, and Haseul kissed her deeply. However, “kiss” in this case meant “tongue fuck” and “deeply” in this case meant that Haseul was licking parts of her that are far enough in the body as to have no slang words to describe them. Under most circumstances, it could have been quite uncomfortable, but with Heejin’s colossal cock pumping her ass and the surprising tenderness that Haseul tongue fucked her with, Yeojin found herself literally gushing.

“I think I can taste a liiittle bit of Jinsoul’s cum in there,” Haseul said after who-knows-how-many minutes of licking the entire interior of Yeojin’s mouth.

Perfectly on cue, Yeojin burped, filling her mouth with the smell of the gallon of fish jizz sloshing around her stomach. “Yup.”

“That and, ya’ know, the pee.”

A loud “hurk” came from behind Yeojin, and Haseul giggled. “Aw, Heejin! Are you okay?”

“Sorry… That’s just… nasty.” Heejin slowed down her thrusting considerably.

Yeojin rolled her eyes and twisted her upper body so she could personally deliver a look of boredom and disappointment.

With a devious smirk, Haseul slinked off the desk and around so she could lean over Heejin’s head. “You poor baby. I promise it’s not so bad! I’ll tell you what. If you make out with our little froggy while you fuck her, I’ll rewaaard you—”

Yeojin couldn’t hear most of what Haseul then whispered in Heejin’s ear, but Heejin’s expression shifted from consternation to surprise, and from surprise to desperation. Whatever the reward was, it was good, and it ended with Haseul pulling away, but reaching down to swirl a finger around Heejin’s nipple. “And when we get home, I’ll give you a nice…” She lightly pinched, forcing Heejin to moan. “Hot… looong… bath.”

Yeojin watched a sudden hunger overtake Heejin’s eyes, and had no time to react to the pounce. Heejin’s tongue was battling hers in a fraction of a second, and her thrusts into Yeojin’s asshole turned feral. Yeojin was definitely not complaining.

The ferocity of Heejin’s fucking distracted Yeojin from whatever Haseul was doing. There was only a split second, when Heejin backed off to gasp desperately at some new sensation, that Yeojin saw Haseul, one hand hidden behind Heejin’s lovely hips, and the other pointing her cock roughly at the place where Heejin’s cock met Yeojin’s ass. Alarms fired in her brain, but she couldn’t raise a finger to protest as Heejin wrapped her in a sloppy, moist bear hug.

As expected, a slight pressure at the rim of Yeojin’s butt turned into an unimaginable stretch, shoved in deeper by Heejin’s cock. A shock of adrenaline ran through her entire body and time slowed down. Haseul was pushing Yeojin’s legs out of the way and slamming into her asshole alongside Heejin, but totally out of sync. Her movements were smoother than Heejin’s, and far deeper considering her more advantageous position. Yeojin screamed into Heejin’s mouth, but nobody checked to see if the scream came from pain or pleasure (it was pleasure).

After an eternity, Heejin loosened her constriction, and Yeojin didn't know what to do with her hands. She flapped them around, covered the parts of her face not overwhelmed by Heejin, grabbed her own tits under her shirt, held her knees back, pulled her hair, groped at Haseul, latched onto Heejin’s arm, and punched the air in rapid succession over and over and not necessarily in that order. Her expression changed just as fast between agony, ecstasy, and anything else that might indicate she was losing her mind to the double anal fucking. And when Heejin separated their faces for air, Yeojin struggled to say more than one repeated word.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fu—ungh! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. AaaAAAH! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

“Mommy…” Heejin moaned, looking up at Haseul, “Your cock feels so good squeezed against mine.”

Haseul smiled. “And your butt looks so cute with my finger in it, baby girl.”

“Dear god,” Yeojin managed to mumble, ignoring the awkward, sexually charged lovey doviness.

~~~

That double penetration went so much more smoothly than I ever could have anticipated, sheesh. I—Well I’m not god, but what can I do for you?

“I’d do anything for one more cock right now.”

Hold up. What are you doing, Yawjinius?

“The fuck do you mean?”

I mean how are you talking to me right now?

“You’re here and so am I, fuckwit. Do I get another cock in my ass or not?”

Now hang on there. You’re currently being fucked in a church office.

“How would you know that if you’re not god? And by the way I think it’s called a ‘sacristy.’”

Nobody knows what a sacristy is! When you say “office” a very similar image is conjured in the mind to what a sacristy looks like! Not to mention, “office” is far more non-denominational, and far less likely to cause anybody specific to get offende—I… what… dear viewer, I’m sorry for this, uh… technical difficulty? Yes, a perfectly normal technical difficulty that documentaries often experience.

“Viewer? You got cameras around here?”

No, no. Nothing so crude. I think “viewer” was the wrong term. I should have said “reader.”

“Well that’s a fuckin’ shame. I was hoping to get a recording of this.”

~~~

“Is… Yeojin okay?” Heejin asked.

“Thaaat’s a good question. Can you tell what she’s saying?”

Yeojin’s muttering was nearly inaudible.

“I think she implied she was talking to god…”

“Oh. Yiiikes.”

“Should we… stop fucking her? Give her a break? A different kind, I mean… since her mind is clearly fucked up.”

“Nah, she’s fine.”

~~~

“Whatever, god. Are you going to answer my prayer or not?”

To reiterate, not god. There will be no prayer answering.

“I don’t care what you fucking call it. Grant my wish. Make my dream come true. Third cock, chop chop. Make it snappy.”

…

“Are you trying to IGNORE me?!”

Members of the order Loonatoris prefer to nest in groups—

“HEY! Perk them ears up, home slice!”

Here, they’re well-protected, and they can mate endlessly in the colorful shadows cast by panes of stained glass—

“Fuck your stained glass! Heejin and Haseul’s dicks are great, but I want more!”

Could you get off my back? Maybe I can’t just make a third penis randomly appear. Did you consider that?

“Yeah right. I believe in you. You got this, god.”

Oh my… Look, Jinsoul’s out there somewhere. Just go find her.

“Pff, nah. She only wants to fuck my mouth.”

Vivi then.

“Ew, no.”

Good point. Nobody wants that. Well what about Choerry?

“Look. I’m far too busy getting double ass-railed to go traipsing around searching for that weirdo. Can’t you just call someone for me?”

I can’t call anyon—You know what? Fine. Fuck it. Oh wow. Another fascinating creature is on her way into the church right now who might want to mate with Yawjinius. Are you happy now?

“That sounded very sarcastic, but yes. What the hell is ‘Yawjinius’ though?”

It’s obviously you. It’s your scientific classification.

“Weird, but okay. Thanks god. I owe you one.”

Not god.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

Unbelievable… Alright, where were we? Yes, Hahsullicus and Heejineulum have lifted Yawjinius off the desk and into their arms and they’re carrying her back out into the chapel. Did you catch why they decided to do that? I was super distracted. Oh well, doesn’t matter. They’re, uh, taking her out into the open to… dammit, I’m going to go get that drink. I’ll come back for the science stuff in a minute.

~~~

“Phew!” Heejin wiped her forehead as she laid Yeojin back on the lectern and glared at Haseul. “She is so much heavier than she looks… Two people should be able to lift her, like, twice as easily as that…”

“Huh?” asked Haseul, who hadn’t broken a sweat. “Oh! Oooh yeah. What’s she been eating? Raw iron?”

Yeojin gasped and sat up, sliding a couple centimeters down the pair’s dicks. All three of them moaned a little.

Haseul recovered first. “Heeey, Yeojin! Finally awake?”

“Wh-what? What happened?”

“Oh honeeey,” Haseul cooed, and stroked Yeojin’s hair, “You started speaking in tongues to someone who wasn’t there.”

Heejin cut in. “Then you started cumming, but it was like… a super long orgasm. After a minute, you just passed out.”

“And so you carried me into the most fucking obviously visible part of the church without even taking your cocks out of my asshole? Just right out in the open where anyone could catch us?”

“Yyyup,” said Haseul, “Guess we could have thought that through a little better.”

Yeojin squinted. “What the fuck are you talking about? That’s exactly what I would have done too.”

Heejin shivered. Droplets of piss fell out of her hair and onto the chancel. “We could have at least looked around for some towels.”

“Just use that.” Haseul pointed at the altar, over which was a very soft-looking cloth.

“But there’s… candles and shit on it.”

“Nobody cares that you’re soaked in pee,” Yeojin said, poking Heejin in the boob, “We’re all soaked in pee. Blame Jinsoul. She’s a bitch.”

Haseul sighed, leaning against the lectern. “Awww, but I didn’t get soaked in—”

“That’s your own damn fault,” Yeojin interrupted, “Now help me find the third cock I made god promise me.”

Heejin and Haseul stared at each other for at least ten seconds. Haseul was the first to start pulling her dick out of Yeojin. “Maaaybe we should go home. Or a hospit—Ow!”

Yeojin grabbed and dug her nails into Haseul’s hips and held her in place. “No, let’s wait. God promised.”

Heejin fidgeted with her fingers. “Yeojin… I don’t think he promised you anything…”

“God wasn’t a ‘he,’ bitch.”

“Sorry…? She?”

“No, no. You shouldn’t make assumptions about god’s gende—”

Just then, the front doors to the church burst open, flooding the chapel with light. A single silhouette of a fairly curvy body with a massive schlong hanging between its legs stood in the doorway, striking a powerful stance. The doors then slowly shut, creaking loudly, but the figure shoved them apart again and took several steps forward. Once the intense backlight was gone, it was apparent who the newcomer was.

Yeojin said it first, whispering the name, “Enormustothepointofabsurditinicumphallussis Hiyunjicum…”

“What?” Heejin and Haseul said simultaneously.

~~~

Alright, I’m back. Nothing weird better have happ—How does she know Hyunjin’s scientific classification?!

~~~

All eyes (six of them, to be specific, since her own are not included) were on Hyunjin. She looked from side to side and shifted uncomfortably. “Why is everyone looking at me?”

Haseul was the first to speak. “Yeojin’s prayer was answered!”

“I didn’t pray though, apparently” Yeojin said. Her voice sounded a little wet from the drool, “But Hyunjin is a literal gift from god. Hyunjin! Get up here!”

“Why?!” Hyunjin shouted back across the church, “You sound like a crazy person!”

Heejin snickered. “That’s nothing new.”

“I want you to fuck my ass at the same time as Haseul and Heejin!”

“Okay! My mistake! You sound like an insane person!”

“You just walked into a church totally naked!” Yeojin screamed, “Who the fuck is the crazy person here?!”

“I just watched Haseul and Heejin do it a minute ago and I’m sixty percent sure nobody saw me! I’m just doing what they’re doing!”

“What does it look like they’re doing right now?!”

There was a long pause. Echoes from the shouting match finally died down.

“That’s some solid logic!” Hyunjin shouted, “I’ll be right there!”

“So… what exactly are we doing now?” Heejin asked.

Yeojin shrugged. “I thought it was pretty simple. The two of you keep fucking me, and Hyunjin fucks me too.”

Haseul briefly attempted to reason things out. “I think she meant—Weeell,” and she quickly gave up, “Aaalright. Heejin, grab my shoulder with that hand… Yup, perfect, and now we each lift one of her legs.”

Heejin watched Haseul suspiciously to make sure she was doing her part as they hoisted Yeojin up into a throne made of their arms and dicks. The jostling and unintentional thrusting made Yeojin close her eyes and whine. She was getting antsy about the impending triple penetration. She wouldn’t have to wait long… as long as no more odd interruptions occurred.

When Yeojin opened her eyes, she lurched back in shock. Hyunjin was already directly in front of her like some kind of perverted, holy ghost (not even in an offensive way if you note the placement of the comma).

“Are you ready Yeojin?” Hyunjin asked, with her cock already poised between Heejin’s and Haseul’s.

Yeojin looked down. There were a few dicks among all idols that were known for being exceptionally large. Karina’s, Shownu’s, Johnny’s, Handong’s, and a few others’. Hyunjin’s was a secret contender, only having been unleashed upon someone outside of Loona for the first time within the last year. Luda had advised that “my pussy will never be the same,” shortly after the second to last Queendom episode’s recording, and had walked with a limp until the day before their final performance.

Every other member of Loona, including Yeojin, had their experience with Hyunjin, and were highly unlikely to be rendered catatonic. Yeojin was, however, having her doubts. Two well above average dicks were already enough to get her to meet god but a third? And Hyunjin’s humongous hammer, to be specific? She was likely to meet Chuuthulhu.

~~~

To reiterate, not god. Not an elder god either.

~~~

And yet, Yeojin absolutely could not say no. She nodded once, and her asshole was swiftly stretched out to an incomprehensible degree. She hung her head back in a silent scream of theorized-and-yet-surprising ecstasy. Surely nothing could fill her ass more than these three cocks. That is not foreshadowing. Seriously, nothing could fill her ass more than those three cocks in that moment. Nobody else was going to fit, logistically, in the space around Yeojin, to be able to put another cock in her ass. Her throat, perhaps, if one were to stand on someone else’s shoulders, but certainly not her ass. The three cocks in her were overall the volumetrically largest available. Nobody was going to leave the church to get Karina, for example, to replace one of the cocks currently in place just to increase the amount of cock filling Yeojin’s asshole. This story is dumb enough. One should not expect more people to randomly appear and take part in this anal gangbang. The cover for this story has already been made and while it was made with minimal effort, no more effort needs to be put into it. Even if they really got in close to each other like they were trying to take a group selfie, not a single additional person could possibly get where they needed to be to insert themselves to be the fourth cock inside Yeojin. No, you’re convincing yourself.

Heejin whined, writhed, and struggled to stay in place as Hyunjin slowly sawed in and out. Haseul grinned, bit her lip, and giggled. Hyunjin herself stared hungrily at Yeojin’s wet tube top-covered tits.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Haseul asked, dropping a hand to grope Heejin’s ass.

Heejin’s response was to first say, “M-mommy, she’s smushing our dicks together so tight,” and second to immediately lean over to kiss Haseul.

Haseul sweetly returned the kiss and crooned lovingly.

“Stating the obvious during sex is so weird…” Hyunjin murmured before speeding up her thrusts.

All of the women moaned in a four-part chorus of chaos and disharmony, nearly drowning out the sloppy noise of lube slipping around everybody’s dicks and the more subtle sound of the fish jizz in Yeojin’s stomach being sloshed around.

Yeojin’s legs flopped up and down by Hyunjin’s sides like excessive ragdoll physics. She was no longer an active participant (not that she had been for the last several encounters), merely allowing the lust and unblinking enthusiasm of mostly Hyunjin to move her as needed to bring them all ever closer to paradisiacal simultaneous orgasm.

The simultaneous part didn’t include Yeojin. She was already cumming, hard and repeatedly, so fast and frequently as to have resembled a genuine medical emergency…

~~~

“Yo, god.”

Dammit, not god! Now what?!

“Came back to say thanks. I figured I sounded a little ungrateful before, so… thanks for the third cock.”

Honestly I had nothing to do with—Actually, you’re welcome. Can we go back to what we were doing now, separately?

“Yeah. Just one question though. This three cocks in my ass thing is kind of the greatest thing of all time, and in my head I described it a moment ago as ‘so good I’m gonna fucking die.’ Am I about to fucking die?”

How should I know?

“I would assume you’d know, being g—I mean a documentary narrator.”

Hm. I suppose there have been one or two moments in the last few minutes in which your potential demise has been mentioned, and there could be a whole circle of life narrative in here.

“Wow. Fucked right to death. That’s pretty metal.”

Ferrous indeed, but no. I’d say you’re fine.

“Living would probably be the ideal outcome. I’m gonna have to experience this triple penetration again, for sure… Damn, I’m such a fucking slut.”

I believe Jinsolitus used the term sex toy.

“Haha, alright that works. You’re cool, god. You know that?”

Definitely not.

“Not cool? What a nerd.”

No, I mean god. Not god, you scoundrel.

“I’m gonna call someone at Second Ring to tell them to name a fleshlight that looks like me ‘Scoundrel.’”

Sure. Okay… Ah, the circle of life. And by that I mean nobody is dying and everybody is having a great time fucking Yeojin’s ass or occasionally her mouth. Her ass is the circle, though somewhat triangular at the moment, and she is feeling extra alive. Ergo: circle of life.

~~~

Heejin halted her kiss with Haseul. “Hey, I’m going to cum soon… Where should—”

“Wow, me too,” interrupted Hyunjin.

“Inside me! Inside!” Yeojin screamed, her lack of volume control now a consequence of her five dozenth orgasm.

Heejin squinted at Hyunjin as they both continued to bounce Yeojin up and down between them. “It hasn’t been that long. You’re cumming already?”

“Hey, some people just jizz sooner than others,” Jinsoul said.

Everybody except Yeojin looked down. Jinsoul was sitting on the floor behind Haseul, and was pushing a very large metal cup into the center of the gangbang.

Hyunjin glanced side to side, not at anybody in particular. “Are we doing a countdown or something?”

Haseul stroked Hyunjin’s arm. “You can cum aaany time you would like. I would love to feel your batter covering my cock and Heejin’s, packing this little froggy sooo full of—”

A squeak from Heejin distracted Haseul from continuing, “Yes… mommy!”

The first and likely smallest load was pumped out of Heejin and into the very cramped interior of Yeojin’s butt. Liquid also came out of Yeojin’s mouth, but it was drool. The hot, sticky, not-piss filled every bit of space it could reach before some had to be ejected down and out from between the three dicks and into Jinsoul’s big cup. The cup is probably foreshadowing.

With that, Heejin triggered Hyunjin’s orgasm, and Haseul figured she might as well cum too. Their combined semen blasted out of every nook and gap. Yeojin’s orgasms continued throughout, overloading her mind. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and her eyes rolled. Being fucked silly was kind of one of her hallmarks, but being fucked silly into endless orgasms on three dicks at once was a nice departure from the norm (the norm was generally one to three orgasms).

Hyunjin was the first to pull out of Yeojin, her dick being followed by a massive spurt of semen before Yeojin’s ass closed up again. She wasn’t quite gaped enough to let everything out while still plugged up with two more cocks. When Haseul and Heejin pulled out at the same time though, an absolute torrent of cum overfilled Jinsoul’s big cup thing and pooled all over the floor around it, quickly covering everyone’s feet.

Jinsoul picked up the cup. “Yeah, this will do nicely.”

Stumbling back (and thus revealing she wasn’t doing anything to help hold Yeojin up), Haseul looked Jinsoul up and down. “Yooou’re not planning on forcing Yeojin to drink all of that are you? Also where’d you get that?”

“Trust me. If you weren’t here to stop me, I’d be forcing this shit down Yeojin’s face with a funnel and a leaf blower. But as it stands I have other plans. And this old thing? It was in a corner somewhere with a plaque that said ‘holy water.’ Didn’t seem important so I dumped it.”

Hyunjin took Haseul’s step away as her cue to do the same, and dropped Yeojin’s legs, ceremoniously because they were in a church but no different from how she’d drop Yeojin normally. Heejin may have been strong, but the sudden gravitational force broke her grip. Yeojin flopped onto the floor, barely conscious, pouring jizz from her ass, and laying in a lake of it.

As the only one with any shame in the church, apparently, Heejin blushed. “Sorry… she slipped.”

Haseul shrugged. “She’s alright. She even managed to get this far without a drop of cum on her face.”

“Except,” Jinsoul noted, “I came in her face, and pissed on it.”

Hyunjin scowled. “Wait, is that why she was all wet?”

“Yes. She also pissed on herself,” Jinsoul stated.

“Oh…” Hyunjin started to walk away.

Yeojin’s eyes fluttered open. “Fuck… Am I still alive?”

Haseul knelt down in the lake of cum and patted Yeojin’s forehead. “You sure are! Aaand you’re a fantastic, field-tested triple cock sleeve!”

Yeojin sat up, jizz dripping off of her back and hair. As soon as she turned around, rapid footsteps approached, and suddenly Choerry dropped to her knees next to Haseul, furiously jerking herself off.

“I’m arriving, Yeojin! Please take my white stuff!”

Nobody had a good reaction for Choerry’s arrival, or for her arrival. Copious quarts of cum coated her quarry’s countenance, completely covering Yeojin, cranium to clitoris.

Yeojin wiped globs of cum off of her eyes. “Where the fuck did you run off to, Choerry?”

Choerry twitched as her orgasm died down. “Well I kind of hid in the rafters, and then behind that thing.” She pointed at the altar.

Haseul laughed. “Well, at least one specific person got lost and hasn’t showed up again.”

Jinsoul hopped off the chancel and past the knocked-over pew. “Not exactly.”

“What’s that mean?” Heejin asked as she helped Yeojin to her feet with no small amount of difficulty as they both slipped a bit here and there. Everybody made their way toward the exit, moving a bit slowly for Yeojin’s benefit, leaving a trail of jizztastic gooeyness.

Against the far wall, everybody saw what Jinsoul was talking about and collectively groaned in disgust because it was that bitch whore stupid bitch Vivi. She was upside down, shoulders on the floor, back against the wall, and legs hanging down next to her head. Her priest outfit was quite disheveled and missing the pants at first glance, but at second glance it was clear that her pants had been used to tie her arms behind her back and to a curtain’s bottom pole.

“Ugh,” Yeojin moaned, “You didn’t just kick her all the way out?”

Jinsoul put a hand up. “Calm down yall. It’s not like I fucked her. Besides, this way we can go home without having to deal with her shit.” She hefted the holy water (or rather, holy cum) basin a little higher. “And also…”

Vivi looked desperately at the other members for help and tried to say something. That’s when everybody noticed her priest’s collar had been detached from where it had been and shoved into her mouth as a makeshift gag. And what a gag it was! Nobody needed to hear that dumb whore’s voice.

With a grunt, Jinsoul tossed the contents of the basin onto Vivi, drenching her in mixed cum and all the shame a terrible person like her deserves.

~~~

And so, Churgirleum Yawjinius and her friends, not including Vivwhore, stepped out of the church’s front doors, into the beautiful light of spring midday, enjoying a hearty laugh.

Yes, spring. The leaf canopy is getting denser as creatures play beneath. The shade provided will be important, as summer creeps ever closer.

For now, though, the clean, crisp air revitalizes all. The occasional light rain shower washes away any of the grime left from winter, and memories of the cold are long gone.

I think we’ve all discovered some new kinks here today, haven’t we, dear viewers? I’ll leave you with this fact, definitely about nature: Art is pointless. Exuberant and wonderful, but pointless. We say that we may be advanced by art and yet it does no such thing. We, nevertheless, are defined by our art, as are swaths of time. Pointless, art may be, but it is necessary.

Documentary fuckin’ accomplished.

~~~

*The narrator is not a biologist. You better fucking not be reading this footnote mid-story. Get back up there and finish reading the actual fic, dweeb!

[theduckofindeed]

I'm Working on a Sun and Moon (FNAF) Fanfic

Hey again, I just wrote a rather lengthy rant concerning the changes they made to Sun’s personality in Help Wanted 2.  So no need for me to address that again.  Anyway, this game’s release has given me a renewed motivation to stop procrastinating and work on my fan fic.  Yes, folks, I’ve been writing a story about our dear Daycare Attendant for the last several months now.  It follows Sun starting from his earliest days in the Daycare, all the way to the events of Ruin.  Plus some backstory before the events of Security Breach.

While I wasn’t super fond of certain new traits they gave to my dear ball of sunshine, I will admit that it’s a little frightening that a lot of Sun’s new personality actually matches my own headcanon for him.  Minus the meanness.  While I definitely prefer Sun as a sweet and kindhearted character, that doesn’t mean that I view him as some perfect little angel incapable of harming a fly.  (Although, he is incapable of harming a spider because he finds it tiny and cute and sees no reason to squish it just because the kids tell him to.)

Going slightly off topic for a moment, I remember reading lots of comments on Youtube in the past where people were curious about how Sun would feel if they wanted to play in the Daycare as an adult.  As much as I, too, would love to just spend the day with Sun (because he’s so darn adorable), I always had this feeling that he would not be particularly happy to see an adult encroaching in his Daycare.  And, well, it seems pretty clear from his interaction with the player in HW2 that my suspicions were correct.  Sun would NOT be happy to play with an adult.  Or a teen, I think.  Then you likely would get the full brunt of his impressive sass until you got the hint and left.  Somehow, he’d probably think this would be the most polite way of getting you to go away.  (Moon, on the other hand, would probably just look you dead in the eyes, then proceed to blatantly ignore your existence.)

Anyway, the Sun in my story is still sweet and innocent and a bit oblivious, but he definitely does things wrong.  In fact, I have plans that he’ll be forced to make some very morally questionable decisions later on.  And even before then, he won’t be above the occasional naughty act or lying.  I see him as the type to be against lying, but he’s not above twisting the truth so that it’s still technically the truth, but also still technically dishonest.  He’s also moody and bossy and controlling, something that will certainly tick Moon off on occasion.

I also feel like it’s a common interpretation that Moon is the smart one and Sun’s a bit dumber.  I prefer to believe that Sun just comes across as less intelligent due to his silly behavior, but he’s actually much smarter than people give him credit for.  Even in Security Breach, he seems to be the only robot aware of the virus, and the dismantled staff bots imply he might even be looking for a solution.  His comment at the start of the carousel level in HW2 actually fits this, too.  He states that, given the training and resources, he could have easily fixed the carousel himself.  And I can’t help but believe him.  He’s probably skilled in fixing himself because he and Moon are likely neglected by staff.  I bet his meticulous nature and attention to detail would make him quite skilled in repairing hardware issues.  This is yet another aspect to him that will be explored much later in the story.

As for Moon, I'm among those who like to believe that Moon was good-natured before the virus, but only to Sun and the kids.  Sure, he's more gruff and mischievous, but he's still good to the few people he cares about.  But he also dislikes adults even more than Sun, and he has zero interest in the other robots.  I'm not sure yet if he's necessarily shy or just couldn't care less.

Heck, he probably just prefers being a recluse.

I definitely like Sun and Moon developing a close relationship (albeit a rather codependent one), which is a very important part of the story, of course.  Though that will take some time, as they aren't inherently able to communicate right away.  I have no idea how the two feel about each other canonically.  I mean, after the virus, Sun clearly fears Moon and Moon hates Sun.  But what about before?  I mean, the two share a body, so I'd hope they'd normally be close, or that would be a serious issue.  Plus, someone is collecting plushies, including ones of themselves.  I'd imagine you wouldn't keep a plushie of someone you hate.

Plus, I just love a good platonic relationship, whether it be friends or siblings. 

The story also focuses on darker issues like abuse and more existential types of concerns (similar to Freddy's reaction to being brought down into that one room in Parts and Services).  I just imagine that Sun and Moon are not treated well by staff and certain kids, who see them as an object to be used rather than a person with feelings.  Plus, they aren't seen as nearly as popular as the Glamrocks and would likely be neglected as a result.  Just look at how shiny Freddy and the gang are when SB starts and how dusty and grimy our poor Daycare Attendant is! Give this poor baby a good scrubbing!  Heck, let me in the Daycare, and I’ll do it myself!

Ahem, not to mention the fact that their situation is rather horrifying when you think about it.  They were created for a job they never chose, and they aren't allowed to do a bad job or take a day off.  If they prove to be inadequate, they risk being decommissioned, which is basically death for robots.  Heck, even being reprogrammed could be bad as they could completely lose who they used to be.  And even if they do an excellent job, they're still at risk of being destroyed eventually.  It's only a matter of time, really.  If Bonnie and Foxy could be replaced, Sun and Moon have no reason to feel safe and secure.  I mean, if the Pizzaplex hadn’t closed, who knew how many years they had left anyway?

I mean, imagine having a job where you'll be executed if you choose to quit, didn't perform well, or were arbitrarily replaced regardless of your own actions.  Even if you enjoyed the work, that would be a lot of pressure!

Anyway, I hope to have some chapters ready…eventually.  Knowing me, I often start stories and inevitably leave them unfinished.  This time, I've focused on writing whatever part that interests me at the moment, and as a result, I have substantial work finished in various sections of the story.  And more recently, now that I largely know where it's going, I've been focusing more on the beginning.

Chapter 1 is more or less done, minus final edits.  Seeing as everything up until this point was written before HW2, some details won't be totally accurate.  I'll fix this when I can.  Unless I don’t feel like it.  Chapter 2 is coming along nicely, but I'd like to make a good start into the first chunk of the story before anything is published, to avoid the risk of changing my mind and adjusting details people have already read.

Oh, Cassie appears fairly early on and gets a decent role in the story.  So yay for her! I remember reading a comment recently that Sun seems like he’d play favorites.  Well, guess who his favorite is.  Not much Gregory, though.  Never was a big fan of that child.  Me and Roxy have a similar opinion of him…

When (if) this story ever gets published, I really hope people enjoy my interpretation of Sun and Moon.  I've been very careful to make them well-rounded characters, meaning Sun is definitely not a perfect angel and Moon is not just an aggressive monster.  Not sure how much longer it'll be before I can share this story with the world, though.  Like Sun, I'm a perfectionist and don't want to publish it before it's ready, plus I've been struggling to find the time and motivation.  This story is very important to me, just as Sun and Moon are important to me.  They've been helping me through a tough time in my life.  So…that's all for now!

[avdraco]

Usage

You might be reading a book, preparing a meal, or just trying to relax. It doesn’t matter, what matters is I’m horny and my fleshlight is nearby. You’ll see me striding towards you and the anticipation of what I’m about to do to you will make you sopping wet and ready to be used.

Forcing my fingers into your parting mouth, grabbing a fistful of hair, and bringing your face inbetween my legs. I get ready to masturbate with your doll like body.

Undoing my zipper, my cock springs out and gently bumps your face, the smell intoxicating you in an instant

“Open”

Instantly your face morphs, mouth in a perfect o shape, tongue ready to please, and teeth hidden away behind your red lips.

Shoving my dick into your mouth you are bombarded by pleasure as I use you for my own. Pounding over and over again, down to the base of my erect penis. Your drool will leak out of your mouth as your mind leaks out of your pussy, your clothes now completely soaked. I cum, releasing my virile seed onto your hungry tongue, and with it your mind will blank with orgasm. The taste, the texture, the feeling of being used crumbling your mind as I order you again.

“Clean it”

Brought back to reality by daddy’s words you begin sucking again to greedily drain all extra sperm into your whorish body. Once you are done drinking it all up, my dick pops from your mouth, and you’ll cover it in kisses before drying it off with your perky tits.

It’s not enough, I’m still horny.

Flipping you on your back within moments, the sight of your submissive body awakening my desire to breed your slutty pussy.

“Already wet for me? Good.”

Then I thrust my cock into you, as you desperately hold back from moaning, not wanting to interrupt your master’s masturbation session. Again, and again, and again. Until inevitably you can’t hold back your nature, and you moan with pleasure as your brain rots from being used.

“Did my flesh light just speak without its owners permission?” I growl at the property beneath me.

“. . .” You want to scream, you want to beg for me to destroy your weak body so I know how desperate you are to be used, but you haven’t gotten permission from daddy. You’ve already cum so much but as a good girl you can’t speak up and only hope that daddy knows how amazing he is for breaking you. Using you, corrupting you, and turning you into a servile mess of a former human being.

A spanking sends waves through your body as my strong arms, and open hands reap havoc upon your masochistic butt. You desperately hold in your moans as signals are sent to your brain begging you for release but master’s commands come first. Just as you can’t take it anymore the spanking ceases, the punishment over.

“I thought not” I mutter as you feel my piercing gaze settle on your back. My dick slamming into you finally reaches sadistic orgasm as I slam my full length into your submissive body sending signals to your pathetic brain to orgasm in response to your master feeling pleasure. Your ultimate goal of serving me achieved and your submissive mind rewarding you for a job well done.

My gaze will soften ever so slightly, yet a cruel and confident smirk fills my visage.

“Good Girl”

Leaving a broken mess, with a red bruised butt, pussy still leaking juice, and sore mouth. wherever I found you, internally you wonder if daddy using you brings you or him more pleasure. Shaking those naughty thoughts away from your weak brain you only hope you can serve him better the next time needs to use you.

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Had to repuload and delete the previous post, had to fix some issues with it.

Anyways, tried something a little bit different this time, pretty fun to write out. This time I’ll end it with a question, I think I’ll be setting up polls with big posts like this.

-Draco

Without further ado:

[alliance-addict]

tantalizing thoughts

pairing: ichiro yamahara x pete wilson!!!

CW: prolonged staring (hott), nonconsensual mind reading, pete still has both legs (ik a lot of people don't like this but !!), SLIGHT! dom/sub type dynamics, blushing and reassurance, implied sex!!, unrequited love

A/N: OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG DID YOU GUYS SEE THE NEW EPISODE OF THE DIVINE ALLIANCE TV SHOW IM CRYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so when i was watching i just had this idea come to me cus of when ICHIRO AND PETE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. like yeah ik they all look at each other but ik ichiro was reading his thoughts and then he SMIRKEEEEEED omfgg sdhakjshdjkshfkjaskajshdjkasd anyways~

As usual, the massive Divine Alliance's living room was full. It was the Alliance's movie night, which happened once a week. Usually everyone watched the movie together, huddled up onto the couch with sodas and popcorn.

Everyone except Ichiro.

This week, they decided to watch the first Harry Potter movie, The Sorcerer's Stone. When Ichiro walked into the room and sat down, everyone was stunned. Nonetheless, though, they were pleased to have the entire Alliance together enjoying an evening.

Pete was hoping to have an evening away from Ichiro, seeing as the mysterious Japanese man always plagued his thoughts. While he wasn't unhappy to have him around, Pete had really wanted to focus on the movie instead of Ichiro. In fact, he found himself glancing Ichiro's way every few seconds, eventually catching the attention of Ichiro himself.

Ichiro had been reading Pete's mind since he walked into the room, becoming more and more amused by the second as more and more of Pete's thoughts were about himself. He pretended not to notice Pete's gaze somehow always finding its way back to him. After some time, he decided to tease Pete, turning his own gaze to the long-haired man's.

Pete became embarrassed, his cheeks flushing bright pink. Caught in the act, Pete saw no reason to turn away. He locked his eyes with Ichiro's, the latter's lips turning up into a devilish smirk.

Come to my room, Pete heard in his head. The voice wasn't his own--and he knew exactly who it belonged to. Pete felt compelled by a force that wasn't his own to get up from his seat.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," he squeaked, standing up suddenly. Nobody seemed too bothered, keeping their attention focused on the movie. Pete's legs trembled as he walked the short distance to Ichiro's bedroom.

Ichiro's bedroom was dark, with only the moonlight lighting the room. Pete sat on Ichiro's bed, running his hands over the silky comforter. Pete was glad it wasn't wool. The window was open, letting a slight, nighttime breeze into the room, and with only his thin pajamas covering his body, he shivered.

"Harry Potter is my favorite movie," Ichiro said, walking into his bedroom and locking the door behind him. "But I couldn't hear it over someone's naughty thoughts."

"They weren't naughty," Pete murmured.

"What was that?" Ichiro asked, striding over to Pete and standing in front of him.

"I wasn't-"

Pete was cut off by Ichiro placing a hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto the bed, his other arm caging him in.

"Try that again," Ichiro growled.

Pete gulped, his cheeks set ablaze once more. He stared at Ichiro's face, which was right in front of Pete's. Pete accidentally took a slightly deeper breath, inhaling Ichiro's natural earthy scent.

"Pete," Ichiro whispered, his voice softer this time. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Pete's eyebrows furrowed together, and he searched Ichiro's face for any sign of malevolence. When he found none, he nodded slightly.

Ichiro smirked again. "Good," he praised, reaching for Pete's shirt. "Now let me show you what I was thinking about."

[wanderpastme]

Check Up (FEM)

Yandere Moondrop x FEMReader

MINORS DNI

Word count: 1,504

I forgot what my writing style was so um... this may seem a little different, sorry.

(MASC version coming soon)

(Sun's POV will be SUBSundrop so look out for that)

Description: Every Robot needs a check-up every once in a while, unfortunately for you, you were tasked with the unsavory job of maintaining the daycare attendant. Well maybe unsavory for some, but not for you, it was actually kind of sweet~

Tags: Masochism, Sadism, Impact play, Dom, Gagging, Humiliation, Implied voyeurism, Objectification, Edging, Orgasm control, Fingering, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex.

The room felt cold around you, the hard concrete of the maintenance room making it difficult not to freeze to death, it didn't help that corporate were a bunch of cheapskates anyway. It was just your luck, you were assigned the most difficult animatronic to deal with, you would have even chosen Monty over this stick bug of a guy, but nope, here you were, stuck fixing the one and only, Moondrop.

"Figures they'd make the new guy do it," you muttered to yourself, looking over the computer bolted to the desk for, "safety reasons".

This guy was a mess, it looked like no one had been able to touch him in months. He was most likely filled to the brim with glitter glue. Letting out a long sigh, you rolled your eyes, preparing yourself for the long night ahead.

"Let him in please." You radioed in, knowing full well the rest of your team was waiting for your signal. They were sick.

"Good luck new kid" a crackly voice responded, a maintenance door to your left swinging open revealing a lanky animatronic standing obediently at the door.

You gave him a quick once over, watching for any sign of aggression in this big guy.

"Alright, Moon... commence command 736."

The animatronic looked at you quizzically, his faceplate tilting slightly. Stepping forward he ducked beneath the door, his large hands placed on the sides of the doorframe, leaving deep gouges where his claws met the concrete.

"Naughty~ Naughty~ Talking to me like that... like a dog, when I should be the one giving commands."

You jumped back in surprise, "You're sentient?"

You watched as his full body came into view, he was much taller than you had remembered. He didn't respond to your question, standing before you, his red eyes staring daggers into your skull.

"W-well this is just a checkup... I'm just here to give you a quick cleaning and tuning..." You stuttered, trying to hide behind the computer.

"Oh is that so?" The animatronic whispered, stepping closer, quickly clearing the room in one stride.

Suddenly you were lifted up by your neck, your air supply cut off by Moon's large hands encasing your neck. You coughed, gripping onto his wrists as you were lifted into the air and slammed against the wall.

The animatronic stared at you with hooded eyes, studying your face as you gasped for breath, clawing at his fingers, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He loosened his grip slightly, wedging his leg between your legs, using his torso to pin you to the wall instead.

You gasped, your head still dizzy from the lack of oxygen, "What the fu-"

Before you could finish your sentence his hand moved up to cover your mouth, harshly gripping your cheeks.

"Cursing isn't permitted around me, besides I don't want to hear anything coming from you unless it's my name." He growled, making your eyes widen, "You really think I didn't know you were working on me today? I pay attention, I am sentient after all." He chuckled, letting your face go.

You opted not to say anything, instead, glancing around for an escape, your failsafe command wouldn't work on him, seeing as the first time you had tried he had ignored you.

He chuckled, taking note of your obedience, "Good girl~"

You could feel your face heat up at this, internally cursing yourself at the slight voice in your head telling you how hot this was.

Moondrop leaned in, planting soft kisses along your neck making you gasp.

"M-Moon-"

"Shhhh Moonbeam, I know you want this, you think I didn't notice?"

"Notice?" You squeaked, feeling his lips stretch into a smile.

"Your desperate scrolling through those... fanfictions, how much you would stare at Sun during your so-called 'innocent' check-ins... you have a thing for us, don't you?"

You shuddered in response, not answering him.

"You don't have to say a single thing, doll~ Your body betrays you~"

Slowly he started rubbing his leg over your soaking core, a soft moan escaping your lips subconsciously, making you bite your lip to stifle any more from escaping.

Moon didn't seem to like that. Gripping your face once again he bit down on your shoulder. You cried out in pain, giving Moon the opportunity to slip a finger in your mouth, resting the pad of his thumb harshly on your tongue.

"I want to hear every pretty little noise, do you understand slut~?" Moon growled, his mechanical tongue flicking over the bite wound.

All you could do was whimper in response seeing as his hand was lodged in your mouth, making it impossible to do anything else.

"Good pet~"

Leaning back, he lifted you up bridal style and placed you firmly on the examination table.

"Stay~" He growled, making you freeze to the spot.

Slowly he lowered himself down, tearing away the fabric of your pants with ease. You started to protest but were silenced by the prodding of his tongue through your panties, the sharp tip ghosting over your clit.

Letting out a low moan you gripped the edges of the table, bucking your hips forward slightly. Suddenly a gust of cold air met your clit as your panties were torn off and disregarded, making Moon chuckle.

Skilled fingers ghosted over your dripping lips, making you buck your hips forward once more.

"Eager little thing~"

His free hand snaked up your abdomen, stopping right at the bottom of your bra, running cool fingers over the fabric teasingly.

You started to protest, but was promptly silence by a sharp nip on the inside of your thigh, causing you to jump slightly.

"Moon~ Please~" you moaned. Your begging only met with another sharper nip, this time bruising the skin.

"Hushhhh~"

Suddenly cold metal fingers slipped underneath your bra flicking over your nippple, in the same moment you were filled with Moons mechanical tongue, prodding over your G-spot.

Gasping loudly, you arched your back as Moon abused your G-spot pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Moon~ I- I'm gonna-"

"Not yet my sweet~"

Pulling away Moon smirked at your trembling form as tears formed at the corners of your eyes, frustration evident in your voice as you whined. Your fingers instinctively reaching to finish the job.

Moon quickly grabbed onto your wrists, clicking his tongue at you.

"Naught~ Naughty~ Now how will I punish you~?"

"I'm sorry I-"

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ if you're to going apologize I want to hear you beg~"

Quickly pulling you up from the table he swung you over his knee, your ass in full view. He playfully ran his hand over your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Beg... pet~"

You let out a soft whimper as his palm met your ass with a swift 'THWACK' urging you on.

"P-please-"

'THWACK'

"Please, Moon-"

'Thwack'

You could feel moons bulge against your lower stomach as he kept on relentlessly spanking your ass until you could almost feel a bruise forming.

"C'mon pet~ I want to hear it~"

"Please Moon! Please I want you to fuck me!" You cried out.

You could hear him chuckle as he lifted you up by your arms.

"Now why didn't you say that sooner?"

Quickly slipping his pants off, you were surprised to see a throbbing almost tentical like dick, the veins pulsing in anticipation.

"Well?" He muttered impatiently.

"I want to ride you~" You murmured, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

Moon almost lost his composure as he lowered you down, moaning in your mouth as you took him inch by agonizing inch.

He was too big for you, but you didn't care, you were lost in the pleasure as his tip settled right into your g-spot, carressing it with each pulse.

"Please~" You moaned, pulling away slightly, "Please fuck me like the slut I am!"

That's all Moon needed as he flipped you over, growling like a wild animal. He gripped onto you, thrusting into your ferociously. You had no control but you were ok with it, allowing him to pleasure himself with your body turned you on so much.

"Ugh- Fuck!" Moon cried out, his sharp teeth grazing your shoulder. "You're so fucking wet!"

You could feel his sharp tallens dig into your skin, small pricks of blood forming in his grip. Suddenly he latched onto you, his teeth digging into your shoulder, you cried out in both pain and pleasure, almost going cross-eyed from it all.

"M-moon- I-" You exclaimed and he only growled in response, thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

Soon enough sparks filled your vision as you screamed in pleasure, Moons cum filling you at the exact same time.

Falling limp in his arms, you tried to catch your breath as the room began to spin. You soon lost consciousness, Moon taking special care to cradle you in his arms.

"You did good my pet~ Sun thought so as well~ rest now, you're going to have an eventful night ahead of you"

[noremii]

My Pretty Girl (M)

100 follower special! thank you to everyone who has followed this account ♡♡

Pairing: Jeno×Reader

Genre: smut, pwop

Smut warnings: bondage, unprotected sex, dom!jeno, fingering, gagging, implied exhibitionism, cream pie, cum eating, finger sucking

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Jeno sucks in a breath, admiring his beautiful work in front of him.

There you were in front of him, body swinging lightly above the ground with thick rope hugging your body. Tied on you skillfully thanks to Jeno's patience in learning the art of shibari. Sure it took a while to somewhat master, a lot of failed attempts after testing the knots on himself but alas, his hard work paid off.

Ropes ran across your chest, squeezing your breasts tightly. It continues to go around your arms then down to your back where your hands were tied together. You were floating above the ground at a hip length height, specifically, Jeno's hip length. Not too high, not too low, your body was at just the right position for Jeno to shove into you anytime. The best part of this was the way your thighs were bound with rope in a way that it forcefully kept them open. Your cunt was in full view and Jeno didn't have to manually keep them open. A great advantage as all he had to do was use you as he pleased without using any of his arm strength. But the most eye catching thing about the way he tied you was the little heart formed on your belly from all the ropes.

"Gosh look at you darling" Jeno murmurs in awe, not getting enough of his so called artwork. You just looked too beautiful he would keep you hanging there all day if he could. "Who knew this strange hook on our ceiling would be so useful... maybe the previous owner had a naughty little dove like you" He scrunches his nose at you sweetly, even booping your nose. You could only whine as a response, Jeno having already gagged you with a gag that kept your mouth open. Only whines and drool could escape those lips of yours. Best of all, he could shove his fingers inside at any time he wanted and you wouldn't even have to open your mouth. (I mean, it was already kept open forcefully anyways)

Jeno gulps, tongue gliding over his teeth feeling his heartbeat increase. Raging hormones begging to be released. "My baby.. my little little baby" He couldn't help but mumble over and over. The horniness clouding his mind making him go slightly dumb as well. Thinking with his dick rather than with his brain. "Jeno... " you try to say through the open gag. The words coming out like an incoherent whine. "Please..."

"My little baby is starving huh. You want my cock in that sloppy cunt of yours?" Jeno leans in so close until your noses touched. His dark lustful eyes piercing into yours making you involuntarily leak more. Shining wetness dropping down onto the tiled floor below you. You nod and whine before feeling Jeno drag his long fingers up your slit, then rubbing little circles onto your clit sparking fire in your gut. "I'll give you what you want..." he whispers into your ears. Your eyes fall shut, taking deep breaths. The sound of his deep voice making you clench around nothing. "... later" He lets out a soft chuckle.

You hear the sound of metal clinking, then the sound of his belt passing through each hoop of his dress pants. The belt falls to the floor and Jeno kicks it aside. Unfortunately, he doesn't take his pants off just yet. He attaches his lips onto your neck, sucking down until little love bites form while his free hand goes down to your slit, plunging three fingers in.

Jeno's fingers pick up the pace until you begin to sob, wanting more than just 3 slender fingers in your heat. He adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing it in circles while his other digits continue to plunge inside you, curling up for his blunt nails to claw against your walls.

He licks a stripe up your neck, kissing your earlobe before pulling his fingers out of your hole. His fingers left drenched in your arousal. "Fuck baby. Look how wet you've become" His hot breath fans against your ear. "And all because of me" He pulls away, letting you get a good look of him shoving his fingers into his mouth. Sucking around his digits diligently while maintaining eye contact with you.

It makes you whine out more, shaking about as if trying to break free from those ropes. Being tied up making you feel pathetic and helpless, not being able to do anything as the man in front of you continues to tease you as he pleased.

"Now now, no need to throw a tantrum baby.. I'll give you what you want now okay?" His pants and boxers drop to his legs in seconds before he's stepping out of it, full glory shown to you beautifully. You couldn't help but eye him from head to toe, drool dripping from your mouth further emphasizing your hungry lustful state. Jeno notices the ways your eyes slowly pan down. He flexes his muscles a bit just to tease.

Then he's walking over to you, four fingers on your chest pushing you back a little. Your body swings back and forth in the air slightly. The corner of his lip pulls up into a little smirk, clearing finding it amusing. "I should hang you up like this more often don't you think?" He's pulling your body closed to him. You could feel his damp tip bump your inner thigh. "Leave you dangling like this the next time my friends come over... " His cockhead presses into your hole. Not even pushing in an inch. "I'm sure you'd like that don't you think?" He pushes in further, halfway in. "Tied and hung up for my friends to see. Maybe I'd even fuck you in front of them" He pushes in the last inch, staying still to let you just feel the shape of his cock in your hole after only dreaming about it for so long. Jeno kisses your nose. "Just a little thought for you to think about" He smiles. "One day"

By now, you were barely listening to him anymore. Eyes closed shut, clenching around his cock a few times as if trying to swallow more of him if possible.

A few hard thrusts from Jeno has your eyes flying open. The man in front of you staring at you with dark eyes, tongue sticking out slightly as he examined your features. "Don't fall asleep too soon baby. We've only begun... I'll fuck you to sleep another time, but not now" Jeno begins to roll his hips, cock slipping in and out of you at a slow pace. "Now I want you to watch me fuck you while you stay tied up, hanging from the ceiling helplessly like the pathetic little bitch you are" He slips two fingers into your mouth, pushing in and out with the same rhythm as his thrusts. "But you like being helpless like this don't you? Makes you leak more than usual" You could only nod. He was right after all. Just the mere thought of Jeno using you as he pleased like this could have you dripping in a second.

Angling his hips, Jeno thrusts up, brushing your sweet spot immediately making you throw your head back. He hums in satisfaction. "There it is" He continues to hit that specific spot over and over leaving cries to escape your opened mouth. Jeno himself throwing his head back listening to the way you were crying for him. Your cries only encouraging him to thrust in and out faster. "F-fuck.. " He groans, words coming out as a stutter. His hands reaching for your breasts. Massaging and squeezing them while he leans in to press wet kisses from your neck down to your collarbone. His pace never faltering as he does so. "You feel so good.. " He mutters, pressing one long kiss to your shoulder before he's holding onto your waist to slam you down onto his raging length. His grip hard enough to leave marks on your skin for the whole day.

Heavy pants continue to escape his lips the longer he feels your tight wet walls grip down on his cock. "F-fuck.. " He breathes out heavily feeling a twist in his gut. "I'm gonna come" He says before looking down at your fucked out face. Eyes all droppy, fixated on where your bodies connected. Almost hypnotized with the way his fat cock slips in and out of your wet pulsating hole. "Already too fucked out to even hear me" Jeno chuckles softly, thumb going to your clit once again. Watching as your eyes twitch shut, pathetic little whines leaving your lips. He feels you clench down harder on him and with a pathetic whimper, cockhead kissing your cervix, he shoots his seed into your awaiting womb. Your body shaking in his hold as you cream his cock as well.

Jeno's breathing becomes heavily, thrusting in and out a few more times to watch the mixture of his cum and yours bubble up around his cock, creating a sticky yet beautiful mess.

Your eyes were shut closed, feeling tired already. The feeling of Jeno gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek making you open your eyes, only to be greeted by that sweet sweet smile of his. His hand goes to the back of your head, unbuckling the gag with one hand and discarding the metal item somewhere onto the floor. You bite the air, jaw finally relaxing after a long time. "Tired baby?" Jeno asks. "Very." You answer. He kisses your nose then your mouth, pulling back before you could deepen the kiss. He walks around you and gently pulls the rope of the hook, holding onto your body before it falls from the air. Only the rope hitting the floor with a thwack.

Jeno gently sets you down onto the floor ready to untie you from your confinement until decides to change his mind. You him in confusion, eyes going big when he walks in front of you before getting down on his knees. Cock half hard dangling between his thick thighs. "Do you know how pretty you look all tied up like this? I kinda don't want to untie you. Just wanna leave you here like a priceless little artifact"

"Jeno" you say sternly. "I want my bed"

"Then I'll put you on the bed" He simply replies.

"Untied"

But he frowns and shakes his head. "Nooo. I wanna keep you like this" He throws in a little pout thinking you might change your mind. "Jenoooo" You whine, joining his little game.

He pouts more, walking closer on his knees and sitting on his calves when he's between your legs. Just before you could ask what he was trying to do, you feel him slip a hand between your bodies. Your pussy lips being spread open and you could feel his cum drip out of you in copious amounts. His fingers drag up your slit collecting cum. Next thing you know, he's slipping his cum coated fingers into your mouth. You notice his cock springing back to life as he watches you suck on his fingers.

"My pretty girl... "

Looks like the fun doesn't end so soon.

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Ruined is the new perfect...

♡ what does he like to ruin? ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! MDI, Makeup mentions, Implied F!reader, degradation Naughty demons ;)

♡♡♡. Mind blank...but filled with hot demons ruining his s/o <3 <3

. . . L U C I F E R !

♡ He hates it when he finds hair or dust on his pillow or bed covers but...he doesn't mind it a bit when your lipgloss is coloring his silky white pillow, drooling into it when he thrusts in and out, leaning on you and pushing your head deeper into the pillow

♡ Go on, show him, show him how good he feels in you

♡ He's honored knowing he can get you this disconnected from the world and surroundings and to focused on the pleasure he's giving you

♡ "Ohh," He chuckled, "look at you, drooling like slut, do you like this? Yeah? Want me to go harder?" He lives to talk down to you when you can barely think

♡ It doesn't matter if you nod or shake your head, he'd shush you anyways, he'd press his weight into you and thrust harder, much harder than before, the pressure promises morning bruises

♡ As he was kissing your neck and shoulders, he saw a very pretty sight, your mascara running down your cheeks, your pretty lashes damped with salty tears, oh sweetheart, you're hurting him, don't worry he'll wipe them away after he makes you cry some more~

. . . M A M M O N !

♡ He loves it when you take him makeup shopping, he knows the perfect items to make you stand out!

♡ .....Did you forget he's a model? He uses makeup too, y'know?

♡ He will use this time to get closer to you, applying the oils and face creams and the lashes on you, you're going to try a ton of makeup samples tonight for sure~

♡ There's one thing he tries to avoid talking about, Lipstick/Lipgloss and he has a valid reason for that! When you pout or open your mouth slightly to apply the product, his mind will pull up memories the last time he shopped with you

♡ He remembers that...You were on his bed, between his legs, hands on him, and oh man your lips, shiny and colorful and you had your lips on-

♡ When you start to smack your lips, you turn around to show him the color and he's gone?

♡ You look around the store but he's not there! You text him, he doesn't reply so you try to call him, he does pick up after the second ring

♡ Before you could get words out, you hear noises from the other line....wet noises, like when you put too much lotion on your hands and you're rubbing your hands-

♡ Oh- Oh, he's...really

♡ "Mamm..Mammon?"

♡ A small "Fuck" was passed to you and the noises get louder, "You know where the hell I am, don't ya?"

♡ Not all people change, Mammon sure won't, not soon anyways, he's doing the same things as last time, cupping your face as you drool and mark his skin with those pretty colored lips