#sorry to pull out the damn OED lmao

[mumms-the-word]

i think 'groomed' in the mystra context is a little bit like 'groomed to become a leader' in the sense of being prepared for a role. the elements of a huge power imbalance and manipulation make that negative where it could've been a positive thing. so instead, 'gale was groomed to become mystra's chosen' becomes 'gale is groomed to die due to his folly'. not getting into the pitfalls of being a chosen, but that's how i see it mostly. i suppose he was also a child at one point there and that then brings in the other definition. but mostly the former. i think.

That's another good and complicated facet in this complex issue! The difficult thing is everyone disagrees on the exact definition and parameters of Gale as a victim of grooming, if they believe that at all.

If you believe BG3 ignores 5e canon and Mystra revealed herself to him as a child, then it’s Child Grooming. If you believe she revealed herself when he was a late teen or young adult and was his mentor first, then it’s Teacher-Student Grooming. If you believe he was a consenting adult for most of their relationship, then you get a thorny kind of Adult Sexual/Emotional Grooming thing, which is extremely hard to pin down because we weren’t there to see all the details, and Gale isn’t being open about how much he consented at certain steps of his relationship with her. He may not even personally know how much he did or didn't consent himself, if he hasn't processed the trauma yet.

We can’t even agree on a timeline as a fandom. Of course we're not going to agree on a particular "brand" of grooming.

So it gets fuzzy, especially because no two “Gale was groomed” interpretations are the same, and that’s just among people who aren’t fighting over whether he was groomed.

The other difficult thing is that for most of the word's history (assuming "groom" was coined around the late 1700s), the use of “groom” as a verb meant either the care of an animal, plant, or location (grooming a horse, a cat grooming itself, grooming a lawn), or it meant personal hygiene (grooming your nails, your hair, etc), or it meant “to prepare a person for a role" without as many of the negative connotations (i.e., a politician grooming his successor, a situation where the person being groomed likely is consenting and finds no issue with the arrangement).

So, hate to say it, but there's a scenario where Gale could admit he was groomed--he was groomed to be Mystra's Chosen, a role he may have willingly walked into (kind of related to your point as well). That complicates the "Gale was groomed" narrative, doesn't it? Where does victimhood lie?

Apparently the term "grooming" didn’t have sexual connotations until around the 1980s.

Like not to be all Academic on Main but the Oxford English Dictionary, which tracks the (relative) earliest known uses for definitions, says the definition to prepare or coach a person for a career or role (paraphrased) has been around since the 1830s, while to gain the trust of and influence over a person for sexual abuse, exploitation, trafficking, drug-dealing, terrorism, etc (paraphrased) first came around 1984.

Granted the OED doesn't always find the exact first usage but the gap between 1830 and 1980 is pretty telling.

So this could not only be a language divide, but a generational divide. The concept of grooming as a sexually/emotionally predatory thing is pretty new by language standards. Most people playing BG3 would know the concept of grooming-as-predatory if they grew up in an English-speaking country, but at what point did they learn that definition? It will obviously vary.

These days it's a buzzword, thanks to all the shit coming out about Nickelodeon and child actors and celebrities and so on, so younger millennials and Gen-Z and beyond might be a bit more "trigger happy" about using the term than older millennials and others for whom the term is still relatively new and hard to grasp. Also, as completely different aside, I think people are quick to diagnose/label based on vibes, and that's part of the problem with all the fighting too, because how do you compare vibes?

Language is and always will be slippery. I guess in the end I just wish people would be more open about explaining why they go with a specific term, or why they disagree, without attacking people or completely dismissing whole narratives/arcs/experiences simply because it “doesn’t fit the definition.”

As a final related but side note, I think the biggest thing that bothers me about people erasing the Gale-as-grooming-victim is that it inevitably harms actual victims of grooming by insinuating that it's a scenario that could never possibly happen. But that has less to do with the weirdness of language and more about how people view trauma, abuse, and victimhood.

[berrychocolatey]

can you please write a smut with Miguel and reader but lyla ends up interrupting

i love your writing 💋 tyy

Caught

🕸️Summary: Lyla is a cockblocker.

🕸️Warnings: P in V, dirty talk, etc.

🕸️a/n: Thanks for the request! I had to push through and write because I've been procrastinating so much 😭. I also just got a little summer job so I crash and watch black mirror as soon as I get home lmao. But this is a good request, thank you :)

Miguel groaned as he bottomed out into your soft, wet cunt. You groaned, his pace becoming entirely too agonizing for your liking. 

“Mphhh…please baby, go faster” you moaned, tugging on his hair. Sex with Miguel was alway unpredictable for you. You would like to say that he fucked rough all the time, but then there were also a lot of times like these where he would take his sweet time with you. Of course you didn't mind this, you relished the way his cock felt slowly gliding against your walls, and the way his head was in the crook of your neck, groaning and whimpering at the feeling of you. But you had come back from a rough day at your job, your coworkers seemed to piss you off with every breath they took, so the last thing you wanted was slow sex. 

Lifted Miguels head from between your breasts, looking him in the eye and locking lips before whispering a soft plead again, hoping this would be his last que before finally fucking you the way you wanted him to.

He kissed your cheek, nodding in agreement before pushing himself up so he had a hold of your thighs. 

“You want me to fuck you? Hm?” He groaned at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock, pushing your thighs up to your chest. Miguel's pace quickened, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. This was exactly what you wanted. Your mouth dropped open in an “o” shape, his dick making you fucking speechless. Your eyes started to flutter shut until you felt a light tap on your cheek. 

“Nuh uh,” he panted, “You wanted me to fuck you?” he asked. You hastily nodded your head. “Then fucking look at me when i do it.” He wrapped his big hand around your neck, pulling it up towards him and applying the slightest amount of pressure. 

“Oh fuck, yes!! M Gonna cum Miguel , please!” His pace became relentless. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass mixed with the squelching sounds your cunt was making drove you crazy. You didn't know if you could last any longer. You felt your stomach start to coil, grabbing onto Miguel's biceps for leverage. 

“Yeah?” he moaned. “Right here hermosa?’’ 

“Y-yes!”

He smirked, biting down on his bottom lip, “Fuckin cum for me baby, want you to squeeze me so fu-”

The both of you were cut off by the bright light that came from your night stand. Miguel quickly took his hand off of your throat, “no. no this can't be happening.” he groaned. 

“What? What's wrong?” You were still catching your breath and clenching around his cock. 

You were about to ask him again when a miniature human holograph appeared in front of the two of you. 

You yelped, quickly pushing Miguel away from you and pulling the sheets over you. “What the hell Lyla?? Are you serious?” 

Lyla looked at the two of your sheet covered bodies, “Oh gosh! Am I interrupting you two?” she asked

Miguel ran a hand through his hair, “What does it look like, Lyla? I thought I explicitly told you no work calls on Sunday nights!” 

“No, you didn't. I actually told you to turn off your watch if you can't take any work calls and then you mumbled something about Sundays that was completely irrelevant.” Lyla crossed her arms. 

You threw your head back groaning. Of course he forgot to turn his damn watch off. “Seriously, Miggy?” You shook your head, “He's so sorry Lyla, he’ll turn it off next time. Isn't that right Miguel?” You nudged his arm.

“Yeah, I will okay? You can go now Lyla.”

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, scoffing at his forgetfulness. “Okay well, I’ll leave you guys to it!” And she was gone in a blink. 

Miguel flopped down on the bed next to you, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned on his side to face you before planting kisses on your face, “Lo siento, mami. You wanna keep going?” he asked. You scoffed, looking him in the eyes. He couldn't be serious. 

“Miguel,” you sighed, “Having Lyla just pop up right before I was about to come makes me wanna rip my brains out.” You pulled the cover over your head, letting out a loud groan. “Lets just go to bed, Miggy” 

Expecting Miguel to comply, you faced away from him getting ready to shut your eyes when you felt his chest shaking. Was he laughing? You quickly sat up and looked down at him, he had his hands covering his face, his broad chest moving and you could see the smile from behind his hands. 

“Are you seriously laughing right now?!” You grabbed your pillow and chucked it at him. He burst out laughing, his eyes starting to water as he rested a hand on his abdomen. His fangs were showing now, and as pissed off as you were, your body could help but catch the contagious effect that his radiant smile had. You chuckled, shaking your head. 

“Baby i'm serious, I’m not getting turned on after basically flashing Lyla!” 

His amusement slowly died down, he wiped the corner of his eyes before apologizing and reaching to turn off the bedside lamp. He grabbed you by the waist and held you close, inhaling your sweet and comforting scent. 

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the warmth of his arms, but not before tilting your head back to face him, “And you better have turned off your watch Miggy”.

[walpu]

Aventurine and Ratio hcs of their s/o performing a lap dance to them...👀 (separately)

oh 👀👀👀👀

sorry it's a bit short I'm writing this in between flights 😭a really hope I didn't mess up with Ratio's characterization since it's my first time writing for him

performing a lap dance to them

characters - Aventurine, dr. Ratio notes - gn!reader, a bit suggestive, no beta

Aventurine

Ngl he would adore it.

Having you so close to him, giving him your undivided attention while performing something just for him? Yeah.

He's greedy for your attention in general so of course he would like you doing something so intimate for him.

He's a patient man so he would not jump into actions, allowing you to tease him while his eyes linger on your partly exposed body.

May try to seek your touch, hugging your waist or unbuttoning your shirt for you. It's up for you to decide if he's allowed to touch you during the prosses tho 🤭

If you tell him that he's allowed only to watch then he'll do just that.

"My, so strict~ Will I at least be rewarded for my patience? It's no fun if there is no reward~"

He's bluffing, seeing you like that is already a reward.

He's seen you naked before so it shouldn't be a big deal anyway just some fun but damn. You, on hid lap, slooooowly removing your clothes while grinding against his hips?

Okay maybe he's not so patient actually.

He'll let you finish but as soon as you're done with the dance he's all over you, kissing you as if he's been starving for it for months, his hands caressing your body anywhere he can reach.

Don't try to play hard to get with him or he'll turn into a needy and whining mess I'm so serious. You promised him the reward for his patience after all.

dr. Ratio

lmao this man

I know a lot of people see him as a repressed virgin but I really don't think that's the case. MAYBE he's a virgin. But I he's not repulsed/embarrassed when it comes to the topic of sex or kinky stuff.

He is, however, a man with priorities. And right now his priority is to rate his students' homework.

So can you stop distracting him? You can't.

He scolds you and rolls his eyes when you laugh, trying to focus on the papers and not on the way your shirt slides down your shoulders. And differently not on the way you keep grinding against his hips. And surely not on the way you put your arms around his neck, whispering god knows what into his ear.

He could easily try to push you away if he wanted to. Don't point this out to him, he's aware.

It's so embarrassing to him because he knows he should focus but he just can't, not when you're doing this. And he needs to be fully focused if he wants to cure his students from "the persistent disease named ignorance". So dramatic and for what

Maybe if you remind him that body and mind need rest to function properly he'll relax just a bit.

Eventually his focus fully shifts to you, his hands, while not persistent, find their way to your hips, pulling you closer.

May or may not give come remarks about your technic.

Ask him to grade your performance and he actually will lol

"Zero points for your behavior" "Aw :(" "...but seven points for the technic and emotional involvement".

Now why the fuck it's only seven.

Now you just have to do it again. You know, to show your improvement.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello!! Wondering if you could do Quackity, Tommy, Tubbo, Charlie and Ranboo with an S/O who loves sewing? Sometimes they probably have to physically pulled away from the sewing machine while making something cause it's like, 3 am lol. But the sewing machine doesn't make alot of noise, so it wouldn't interfere with the others sleep

yeah of course! ; also sorry if this is wrong in any way, I don't sew lol but hopefully my knowledge on it was enough gang ; thanks for requesting, hope u enjoy!

MCYT ; sew, sew, so?

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, quackity & slimecicle

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he usually wakes up for a 3am water / piss break

and just find you at your sewing machine

"why are you up at this hour?"

"sewing"

"come to bed, you can continue in the morning"

"fine"

he loves your little hobby tho

he loves when you fix up and practically make him new clothes

he's so appreciative of it

sew something new? he's wearing it on stream asap to brag that you fixed it up / made it

RANBOO

you made them a bunch of stars to hang from their ceiling in their stream room

they won't shut up about it on stream when someone asks lmao

"oh those? y/n made them for me!"

he catches you at your machine at like 4am sometimes cause he needs a midnight snack and tiredly stares at you like 🤨😒

"cmon, let's go to bed"

"ugh"

lovessss helping you find new fabric to work with

he tried sewing a little cloud plush... yikes

new experiences for everyone ig

ALEX QUACKITY

literallt can't even trust this man around your shit

he will find a way to sew up a deformed duck plush

but he really appreciates when you make stuff for him and will never stop bragging about it

"guys look I got a new shirt"

"it's ugly"

"don't insult my partners skills, asshole"

also loves trying to find new fabrics with you

half the time they lay around cause you don't know how yo use them

like how tf r u gonna use a fabric with a cat pattern all over it but the bg is NAVY BLUE.

he's always sending u pinterest inspo

you never knew he even had pinterest before he sent u the first couple 💀

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

has to physically pull you away from your work at night

like god damn why are you so committed?

absolutely adores the things you make for him

he'll literally wear them out and beg you to fix them

he has so many little trinkets you've made for him too

you made him a whole ass blanket and it sits on the back of his desk chair for when it's cold

it's got all sorts of patterns from the scrap fabric you needed to use but he lovessss it

"im gonna use this blanket to suffocate you bitch!"

"wtf charlie"

"it will happen! put the ribeye BACK IN THE MICROWAVE."

[pulsarsatellite]

Pouring Rain

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[catcze]

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Wriothesley x GN!reader

「 ### : 」 Smut and fluff

「 CWS : 」 Written before his appearance in the archon quest so he might be ooc! Everything is safe, sane and consensual. Apology sex. Established relationship. Soft dom Wriothesley. Some dumbification. Hair pulling. Creampie. Some marking via hickeys. Reader is called dearest, darling and baby. Ambiguous appearance and anatomy for reader. They fuck on Wriothesley's desk lmao.

*cracks knuckles* Be kind pleek i havent written full on smut in more than 6 months

Everything is all muddled in your head– a mix of colors and sights and smells, all coalescing to become a raging storm that makes it absolutely impossible for you to think of anything else aside from the thick cock stretching you out and the man behind you, fucking deeper with each passing second.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Wriothesley practically purrs into your ear. He's so deep inside already, making you feel so full even if you still have yet to feel the base of his cock pressed against your entrance. No doubt he can feel the shiver that races up your spine when he pushes a couple more inches deep into you–– his broad chest is pushing you down onto the surface of his desk mercilessly, using all his weight to keep you in place as he fucks into you.

"Answer me, baby." Another inch, and you whine. So full. "You know I missed you very much, right?"

"So full," is all you gasp, eyes near rolling to the back of your head. He's not even properly fucking you yet and you've already damn near lost your mind. The stretch of him makes you think that maybe the past week or so of him being too busy to dote on you had been worth it if this is how he makes it up to you. Maybe.

Then you feel the last bit of Wriothesley's cock slip into you, brushing up against that spot that has your thighs shaking and that maybe suddenly turns into a definitely. You clench around the intrusion like a vice, voice caught in your throat as he just sits there, cock pushed in as far it can go with his back pressing you down to take it all. He moans, deep and guttural when you tighten around him, instinctively pushing back against him, trying to get him even deeper.

You're so warm, so tight, and Wriothesley is certain he's in love with you.

"Wri-- Wrio, please," you gasp when he shifts to free a hand to run through your hair. Tears catch on your lashes because he's so deep and he's so big but he's not fucking moving and it feels like you'll actually die if he delays a single second more–– "Move please please please, I need you I missed you so much just please–"

He presses a kiss to your hair. "No need to beg, dearest," he murmurs, powerful muscles flexing as he pulls his cock out leaving you whining because now you're so empty–– then he thrusts back in in one strong push, forcing a surprised whine from your throat that tapers off into a moan. "I've been so mean to you the past week, hm?" Wriothesley nuzzles into your hair tenderly, a stark contrast to the way he starts up a brutal pace, fucking his cock into you as if he means to carve the shape of him into your walls.

Pinned underneath him like this, you're kept spread and pliant to take whatever your lover gives you. Wriothesley fucks into you in a way that is not fast, but is hard. He snaps his hips against yours and pushes into you as if he means to reach impossibly deeper, pulling strings of whines moans and whimpers of his name every time you feel the full length of his cick buried inside you. "Leaving my baby all alone for so long. I'm sorry, dearest," he coos into your ear again, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"'S- 'S o-okay, you–" your own cry interrupts you, your orgasm coming closer and closer with each of his heavy thrusts into you. "Ah! L-love you,Wrioi. 'M happy you're he-ere now."

"Love you too, baby. Now let me give you what you want, hm?" The fingers that have been threading through your hair tighten–– just enough for him to be able to pull your head back until he can see your face. Not a single thought in your head except him and his fat cock. Just him, making you feel so happy and so, so good. He presses a kiss to your lips then releases his hold on you in favor of sitting up and grabbing your waist.

He uses his hold on you to fuck even harder, chasing both your high as his while you sob from the overwhelming pleasure of it. His pace doesn't falter, not even when you gasp out desperately, close close, 'm so close!

"You can cum, baby," he says, voice thick with pleasure and affection. He just knows that seeing you undone is going to be the end for him, but he can't tear his eyes from you as you glow on the cusp of orgasm, full of love and wonder and gratitude and adoration. "Cum for me darling. Let me see what I've been missing while I've been gone."

And it is his name on your lips when you cry out. It is his hand that you reach for blindly, desperately while you cum from his cock alone. You squeeze him tighter, like you never want to let him go, and push back against him. Wriothesley groans your name, pulls you up so your back is flush to his front and presses his mouth to yours.

His arms wrap around your middle, holding you close to him and he thrusts up into your heat once, twice– and then he's finished.

Wriothesley's orgasm follows yours, his cum filling you up and warming you from the inside out. You twitch and whine, still partially lost to the feeling of being so full, and Wriothesley shushes you wish small kisses pressed to your lips. You're still so tight around him, milking him of every single drop of his cum and making sure to keep it all inside of you.

He can only just imagine how deep it reaches inside you, how it reaches every inch of you and marks you from the inside out as his. Wriothesley groans and buries his face into your shoulder, pressing sloppy kisses and sucking messy marks onto your skin. A physical show of his adoration, so every time you see those marks in the mirror you are reminded that his heart belongs to you.

"Oh, so good for me," he mumbles in a daze, lips brushing your skin. He's not pulling out yet, instead choosing to plug you up and keep you warm. Keeping all his cum from flowing out of your hole the moment he takes his cock out of you. "You're so good for me baby. Made me cum so hard, fuck. I love you, I really do."

You close your eyes, tired but sated and oh so happy. Leaning back against his broad chest, you press a kiss to the side of his neck, sleepily murmuring, "I love you, too."

[whyse7vn]

BREAKING POINT -

[ ot7 x reader ]

this is like super short pls forgive me tan twitter tl for context

tan on twitter!!!

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

tae: yoongi pls unblock me on twitter

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i tried guys why doesn’t he love me 💔

y/n: that was a pathetic try

tae: guess what

y/n: what?

tae: ligma man..

y/n: ligma??

jimin: no way 😭

jk: baby…

namjoon: really

y/n: WHAT???

jin: i’m with her

wtf you guys on about??

hobi: this is a sad day

tae: LIGMA FUCKING BALLS BITCH

y/n: drown

jimin: ur fault tbh

hobi: real

y/n: leave me alone

jin: look you made her upset idiots

y/n: IM NOT UPSET

hobi: cheer up baby ❤️

namjoon: it’s okay tae upsets me all the time

y/n: im fine

hobi: bts song

jk: i know bts

tae: me 2

y/n: i want to stab you with a pencil

tae: watch out namjoon

namjoon: she is definitely talking to you

tae: proof?

hobi: bts?

jimin: i’m gonna bts outta you shut the fuck up

hobi: aw man :/

jk: bts?

jin: beat the shit

tae: beat MY shit

jk: woah

yoongi: he actually needs to kill himself wow

tae: @y/n u 2

y/n: LEAVE ME ALONE

jimin: she’s mad

y/n: I’M NOT MAD

jin: y/n are you still with that scoups guy?

namjoon: didn’t we just find out they we’re together like a week ago?

jk: WE DID????

jin: she moves on fast tho so idk

y/n: NO I DONT????

jimin: yoongi mingyu jk scoups mark wonho minho san all of us

there’s more hold on i’m thinking

hobi: all of us?

jk: say sike…

y/n: ARE YOU FUCKING SICK???????

jin: woah major slut alertttttt

namjoon: shut up

y/n: ONLY LIKE 4 OF THOSE NAMES ARE RIGHT

jk: what

y/n: AND IVE ONLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM SO KILL YOURSELF LEAVE ME ALONE

yoongi: she’s a grown woman

y/n: RIGHT

sorry i’m hot as fuck and pull bitches it’s not my fault

jin: u mid

y/n: ur 30

jin: ok please leave me alone i’m sorry

tae: my body count is also 2

jimin: -2

tae: ummmm?

jk: i’ve killed no one

i could of but don’t worry

namjoon: ??

hobi: fyi she did not deny being with scoups

jimin: TRUE

jk: NO

y/n: i deny it

jimin: too late we know

jin: SLUT

sorry

pls i’m sorry i didn’t mean it pls don’t be mean to me

please oh my god i’m sorry it slipped out

love u

please

y/n: THIS IS NOT FEMINISM

namjoon: it’s okay if ur with him

jk: NO ITS NOT STOP SAYING THAT WHATS UR FUCKING ISSUE STUPID STUPID STUPID

y/n: IM NOT

tae: who have you fucked

yoongi: are you stupid?

tae: no i’m curious

hobi: OH IM CURIOUS YEAH

wow i love shinee

y/n can you please start talking to minho again and then get married to him so i can be at his wedding and we can be forever connected

jk: SHUT UR MOUTH

y/n: you guys know so much about my relationship life it actually makes me want to throw up

jimin: ur easy to stalk

hobi: she’s fucked jk and yoongi

tae: and me

jin: in dreams doesn’t count

yoongi: lol

tae: LOL AWAY FROM ME YOU NASTY BITCH

U THINK UR WINNING BUT UR FUCKING NOT

WHEN ME AND Y/N GET MARRIED IT WILL BE ME KIM TAEHYUNG WHO LOLS IN UR FUCKING FACE

YOU RAT

yoongi: L

tae: no

yoongi: O

tae: YOU FUCKING STOP RIGJT NOW MIN YOONGI

yoongi: L

tae: 6pm seoul south korea apartment block C floor 7 door number 279 a ak47 a man a mask and a fucking dream

namjoon: wow ok that’s great!!

nice vogue shoot btw jungkook!

jk: I WILL NOT FUCK U GO AWAY

namjoon: oh my fucking god

hobi: scottish pride!!

jimin: ???

hobi: was he not wearing a kilt?

jimin: a what?

hobi: killing myself

jin: why they put you in that dirty ass bathroom omg?

tae: dirty shoot for a dirty man

jin: ?

tae: what?

jin: just a bit crazy coming from u

y/n: tae you need to shower

tae: you in love

ha

fucking bitch

jin: do you fuck her or fight her damn?

jimin: right he’s pissing me off

tae: can you leave me alone i’m going through a lot rn

jk: dick

tae: ??

jk: a lot of dick

yoongi: lmao

namjoon: he likes men?

hobi: ewwwwwwwwwwww

jimin: homophobia?????????

jk: yes so he’s going through them

cuz he does not like y/n

yoongi: you say this like every 2 weeks

jk: because it is true

y/n: thank god

jk: no thank men

hobi: thx men

jin: so it’s not jimin?

jimin: what??

tae: i’ve never touched another man let alone sleep with one

hobi: amen

y/n: now that is just not true

namjoon: who cares

tae: I DO

hobi: no one will ever say those words to you

jin: i will

tae: fr 🥲?

jin: LOL

tae: ok kys

and fuck that bitch y/n

yoongi: have

tae left “tan on twitter”

hobi: cuteness overload ^_^

y/n: what crawled up his ass today tf

jk: hi do you need me do you want me do you love me

namjoon: can we just talk about life or like

jin: let me guess trees?

jimin: weed?

jk: OH MY GOD NAMJOON WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WEED

hobi: life is a downward spiral noting matters we are all slowly dying the government hates us money is worthless drugs are all around our water is running out

jk: where is it running out of

let’s catch it

y/n: tae was being super weird right?

hobi: super shy

namjoom: what’s new

hobi: new hair

namjoon: stop

hobi: forgive me master

namjoon: i’m at my breaking point

jimin: breaking bad

jin: drugs?

jimin: it all links back to namjoon…

jk: omgggggg namjoon is this true……..

namjoon: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

—-

pls lmk if you like the twitter concept idk if i’m feeling her yet but if you guys are i will do more idk trying to be different 🙈

[six-eyed-samurai]

Firstly congratulations on your followers! :) Secondly maybe the prompt R is for Romance from your yandere list with either reader and Rengoku or Dabi(from mha)? You don't have to do it if you don't want too, but I hope your day's good!

SUMMARY: A drunken game on the rooftop was not how you imagined would be the reason you were suddenly locked into a basement by none other than Dabi himself A/N: TY TY! Sadly my Yandere Alphabet is actually for neutral characters, however I can still pull off the R is for Romance for you! I was having a good day, ty, my best friend came back today lmao WARNINGS: This is yandere, so MDNI and in no way do I condone this sort of relationship. Also alcohol, swearing, maybe OOC Dabi (I did my best I'm sorry) My inbox is still open if you would like to request for the event!

"Good Lord what letter comes after M?"

"O, stupid."

"Shut it Panda Eyes." You threw the bottle cap at your companion. He went cross eyed tracking it but maybe he was just drunk.

You both were, actually. Very much inebriated on top of some rooftop (how did you get up there again? Never mind it was going to give you an even bigger headache to try and remember) of some building in some place you had long forgotten during the alcohol binge you two were on. You wouldn't have pulled this sort of dumb stunt usually but after a successful night (successful...something. Ugh, what sort of damned drink had Dabi bought?) he had convinced you that it was good to celebrate. Just you and him, the after party.

An after party with lots and lots of alcohol. There was still more and you reached for another bottle, tilting it back. Then your eyes narrowed, turning to the turquoise pair staring at you. "Bullshit! You liar, it's N!"

"If you (beep) knew, why ask?" Dabi chucked his bottle cap at you. The caps littered the ground everywhere around you both, actually, as the both of you had agreed that it would be the punishment if the other was unable to continue the game.

The game, right. You had made a dumb joke about a team-building exercise and what a great time it would be to do it now even though the rest of the League wasn't here, then Dabi had followed it up with a sly suggestion of Eye Spy. You elbowed him and complained it was boring. He jabbed his finger into your side and in the end the both of you agreed to play a game of Word Association following the alphabet. Only problem was the both of you were idiots.

"I forgot! You got it wrong as well!"

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Just get the hell on with it."

"Okay! N for uh...nap?"

"Boring. N for...nonsense."

"You're boring. O for...obsession."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. "O for only."

"P for...platypus? Shit, what was that cartoon? The one where that duck thingy - platypus, sorry - wore a hat?"

"What the hell do you even watch?" Dabi snorted. "The first thing you think of is platypus?"

"You literally said M for magnesium just now," you grumbled, finishing your bottle and snatching his.

"After you said L for Bozo. That doesn't even make sense."

"I changed it off to L for love!"

"Once again, ew," Dabi sighed. "P for perfect."

"Q for...queue."

"So original. Q for queen."

"I hate you so much." You threw your head back. "R for-"

"Romance."

A beat of silence. Then you burst out laughing. "What in the actual-?"

"What? Your L got me thinking," Dabi protested, oddly defensive, going as far as to turn away.

“Thinking of someone?” You teased, crawling closer.

“Yeah.” Dabi smirked and you ignored the twang in your heart to widen your grin.

“Hmmm….anyone I know?” You blinked. “Actually, I can’t believe I never asked before. What’s your type? Tall, short, long hair, freckles, innocent, bratty, big ass?”

Dabi arched an eyebrow. “You thinking of somebody?”

“NO!” You flushed and blamed it on alcohol. “I’ll tell you my type if you do.”

“And what is your type, princess?”

You decided to ignore the nickname. “To be honest I don’t really mind as long as he’s…uh, nice? I dunno. Just someone who can show me a good time.”

“Had no idea you were into that.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!” You whacked his arm. “Like, I want a guy who’s gonna come over on time, pick me up, take me to a place not necessarily dinner. Maybe an arcade date, mall date, anything is fine. Just talk and listen, you know? And drive me back, walk me to the door, say goodnight and shit. ‘Cause dating for me is getting to know someone really well and…yeah, know them inside out.”

“I have no idea whatever the (beep) it was you just said. You’re so eloquent when drunk.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not. I just want a gentleman. Respects boundaries and all that shit but I want someone - oh god this sounds stupid - who’s gonna make the effort with me to be our first and last. Does that make sense now?” You flopped onto your back. “I need another drink.”

“That? That’s it?” Dabi snorted and laughed. “Your ideal romance?”

“At least I can pull!” You realized you both were out of bottles and groaned. “Your turn.”

Dabi paused for a moment, then suddenly his face loomed over you in another smirk. “I’ll sum it up in one word. You. Can I take you on an “arcade date, mall date, anything is fine” tomorrow?”

And somehow you wound up anxiously pacing around the entrance of the local arcade Dabi had said he’d take you to anyway. You had already purchased some tokens, thanked God you hadn’t overdressed in your panic earlier, taken a few sips of water and what else? Right, fret your brains out over whether or not this was just a horrible joke made while inebriated.

“What the (beep).”

***

Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fancy Dabi himself.

Ain’t no way he had basically just confessed like that. Nuh uh. He was probably just as out of it like you were and in the blurred haze made a mistake. A stupid mistake that was twisting your heart and insides hard.

Yet why were you here? Because you’re delusional that’s why. And because the way he had said it last night seemed so sincere.

“Well, well, looks like I failed in being the gentleman, huh?”

“You did,” you quip out of habit, but your tone’s shaky. “No pick up?”

“I have no idea where you live,” Dabi said smoothly. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of ways to make up for it soon enough.”

“I dunno. You’re not a gentleman.”

***

But he was and it was…insane. Absolutely amazing and flattering and oh good god you couldn’t even describe it but it was completely INSANE how much Dabi proved you wrong with this behavior over the next six months of you and him dating. Because he kept proving your wrong, each time, that in fact he COULD BE a gentleman when he wanted to.

He came to go pick you up and followed you home. He always knew exactly what you wanted on the menu after pulling out your chair. He listened.

Dabi made the effort to be your first and last, like you said, unlike the flings before. He said as much on the last date. You were utterly head over heels, besotted, infatuated with him even more so when he admitted he had liked you from the start but wasn’t sure when was a good time to tell you.

So of course he was the first one you called in a panic when you discovered the camera in your bathroom.

You couldn’t believe you never noticed it before - and it terrified more that it could’ve been watching the unsuspecting you for god knew how long. It was only pure chance that you had suddenly spotted a peculiar glint in the mirror when wiping off the fog, partially hidden by your shower curtain. Oh god, oh god, oh god-

“Dabi?”

“Yeah, princess?” The crack in your voice had been exceedingly audible, as was his concerned tone. “You good?”

“There’sacameraspyingonmeinthebathroomIdon’tknowhowlongit’sbeenthere-”

“There you go again,” Dabi sighed, but his voice was placating, reassuring. “Slower this time?”

You took a deep breath. “I found a camera. In my bathroom. Some creep’s SPYING ON ME!”

“Get out of there right now and calm down, alright, sweetheart? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“You think the heroes put it there?”!”

“Doll, they’re horrible but they ain’t perverts. What’s so interesting in your bathroom besides you anyway?” Dabi’s joke came out tense and you heard a lot of background noise. “Look, like I said, get out of there. Don’t try to take it down-”

“Oops…”

“I’ll be over soon,” Dabi repeated and hung up.

You steadied yourself before examining the camera in your hand, sitting against the ladder that you had used to get up there. It was an ordinary CCTV looking thing and you had used a towel to cover the lens before taking it down. The wires stuck out and pricked at your palms.

Who would be watching you like this?

You needed air - the bathroom was too cramped suddenly. You ran out into your bedroom and threw open the window, dumping the camera on the ground, dry heaving while leaning out. You finally calmed down sufficiently to slide down the wall with a groan, tilting your head back while you anxiously waited for Dabi to show up.

Shit. No, no, no-

There was another camera hidden by the curtains.

Hysterical tears began streaking down your face. How long you had been there in a sobbing panic attack you didn’t know, barely hearing your front door open and the footsteps thundering into your bedroom. You didn’t register anything until you were suddenly wrapped up in Dabi’s arms, head tucked against his chest as he awkwardly stroked your hair.

“Hey, calm down, alright?”

“I’m scared. I’m so damn scared that someone’s been watching me all this time. You know there’s another camera? I found another.” You hiccuped and exhaled. “Okay, okay, I’m calm now.”

“Great. Let’s get you a drink of water and we’ll talk.”

He led you to the kitchen and poured you a glass, the both of you seated at your small dining table while you fought to clear your head. Dabi watched you intently, tapping his foot on the ground.

So you had discovered the cameras, huh? A bad thing, but the fact that you had called him meant you had no idea it was him…just as well, really. Dabi could use this to his advantage - make you more dependent on him.

He internally chuckled. You hadn’t noticed the burn on your wall near the cameras then, when he had accidentally caught a wire aflame setting it up.

But outwardly he twisted his face into one of concern.

“We can’t report this to the police,” he started. “You’re a known member of the League.”

“Then what? I’m not staying here anymore!”

“You could live with me.” He caught your expression and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, but you sure are eager, huh?”

“SH-SHUT IT!”

“Back to the point. Your stalker might’ve put up some other cameras, not just your bathroom or your bedroom window. You could live with me while we look for the bastard,” Dabi said, quite convincingly. “I’ll take care of you. Ideal romance, right?”

You snorted a half laugh at that. “You really do surprise me - wait.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The camera.” You felt yourself turning cold. Frozen. No way could it…”I didn’t tell you where I found the second camera’s location.”

“I found you crying underneath the window, princess. Sorry if I made the wrong assumption,” Dabi said apologetically. Inside he wondered if you were going to force his hand. His grip on the cup tightened. Stupid mistake.

“No…not only that.” You leapt your feet. “How did you get into my house anyway? I never took you here or gave you the key. You only ever walked me to the front door but I didn't tell you which floor I lived on or which apartment block. I locked the door, I’m sure. And how did you know where my bedroom was?”

“I could hear you weeping your eyeballs out from out there,” Dabi scoffed, getting to his feet as well. “I busted down your door.”

You backed away. “How did you know where I live then? And - and that day, when I nearly got mugged, you just showed up out of nowhere. Do you have a tracker on me?”

He said nothing.

“You put the cameras there, didn’t you?” Your whisper came out hoarse.

Dabi stepped closer and suddenly you realized exactly what a powerful presence he was as he leaned closer, trapping you against the table. “I did it all for us, y’know? For you. I had to know everything to keep you safe, be the perfect guy for you. Wasn’t that your ideal romance? Thanks for the tip, by the way, that night on the rooftop. It helped me realize exactly how to make you love me like I love you.”

“I don’t love a monstrous creep like you!”

His eyes flashed with hurt and heartbreak. “You will. Please.”

Dabi must’ve put something in your drink, you also realized; your knees buckled and you blacked out.

***

You awoke in a dark, stuffy room. Not like you were expecting anything less.

And he was right in front of you - that you didn’t expect. You would’ve lunged at your former love if you could, but the effects of whatever had knocked you out hadn’t left your body yet, making everything a blurry photograph and your limbs jelly. Something like cold metal bit into your wrists as well. Dabi just stared at you flatly.

“Why?” The word slipped out before you knew it. “If you say you love me, why? Why all this? Just for your sick idea of romance? You’re sick. You’re so sick I don’t know how I never knew it before. You…really are a damn villain.”

“You won’t let me protect you anymore. Keep watch.” Dabi shrugged. “I tried to do it your way, be your gentleman. Then you made me do it my way. You think I want this too? Rather see you happy and oblivious, really, but it’s not like you gave me a choice.”

“You never gave me a choice from the start!”

“I did,” Dabi corrected coldly.

You were grasping at straws and he knew it. “You think everyone’s not gonna notice if I just disappear?”

A warm hand suddenly clasped your cheek. Dabi really did look like a devil, you thought blearily, with all that staples and burns in the dark, with that expression.

“I faked my own death. I can fake yours.”

[butchyeons]

req for dp jeongmohyo 👀 or even jeongmo (momo bottoming). desperate for more alpha jeong-tent

first drabble request is finally here! it’s… not really a drabble, i got a bit too excited with this prompt. but hopefully y’all won’t mind. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. this one will probably end up on ao3 later on, too. lmao, let’s get into it.

best behavior

a tiny omegaverse jeongmohyo fic.

tags/warnings: g!p, a/b/o dynamics, double penetration (obv), jihyo has an alpha kink?, rutting, edging, orgasm control, knotting, degradation, mating bites, biting in general (there is so much biting damn), mentions of blood, aftercare, pwp, alpha!jeongyeon, beta!jihyo, omega!momo. this is so filthy i’m sorry

cishet men and minors dni.

———

To say Momo had messed up was an understatement.

The omega had always enjoyed testing her limits with what she could get away with when it came to her mates. It was typical for her to constantly break the unspoken set of rules they all shared just to see what would happen. Cause problems on purpose, only to act innocent when she got caught later on. It was fun for her, and clearly it was fun for her mates, too. Despite how whiny she got during her punishments, how much she begged for them to go easy on her, she always really enjoyed it- craved it, even. She was a sucker for pain, for overstimulation, for being edged. The stupid omega part of her brain that she so badly wanted to deny secretly always craved it, really. She had no idea just how much she loved being treated like nothing less than a toy until she met Jeongyeon and Jihyo.

But nothing could prepare her for what was happening now.

“If you want to act like a slut, you’ll be treated like one.” Jeongyeon grunted out, forcing Momo down further on her length.

The alpha’s hand was firm on the back of her head, keeping her in place, pressing her down as far as she could go. Jeongyeon’s cock was invading her throat, making it impossible to breathe. The soft patch of dark hair that grew at the base was tickling the tip of her nose, the unbearable need that came from being fucking used ripping through her body like a wildfire.

It was great.

It was so much rougher than usual. Jeongyeon was practically fucking her throat, thrusting a few more times despite Momo being at her limit. Momo did her best to stay relaxed, to let it happen- to let Jeongyeon be mad about what she did. She deserved it, anyways. She had been bad. It was only fair this was happening, only fair that Jeongyeon got to use what belonged to her in whatever way she wanted.

As soon as she began to feel lightheaded, Momo’s hands firmly gripped onto the older girl’s sides, her nails digging into the soft skin without really meaning to. At the sensation, Jeongyeon let out a hiss, finally pulling her off by her hair, which left Momo a coughing, sputtering mess where she was kneeling on the floor.

Before she could really recover, Jihyo clicked her tongue somewhere behind her. Momo could only vaguely recognize the sound of her shifting, followed by the sound of her belt buckle and pants hitting the floor. Jihyo’s hand replaced Jeongyeon’s on the back of her head, pulling Momo back, forcing her to make eye contact with the beta that now leaned over her from above. The omega’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her expression absolutely pitiful as Jihyo grinned devilishly down at her.

“Why are you embarrassed, baby?”Jihyo said, finally letting go of her hair. “You did this to yourself, after all.”

Jihyo circled around to the front of Momo and stood beside their third mate. The sight of her now naked form directly next to Jeongyeon’s stirred something up in Momo’s stomach, like always. Between Jihyo’s body and Jeongyeon’s massive length, Momo could feel her slick literally dripping out of herself, could feel how the mating mark Jeongyeon had left on her was practically throbbing with need. And she knew the older girl could feel it just based on how she was looking down at her right then, as if she was ready to devour her. She knew both of them could smell just how badly she wanted this, despite how Jihyo was almost always blind to it due to her nature of being a beta. And worst of all, she knew there already had to be a small pool of her own juices on the floor directly underneath her.

So of course she was fucking embarrassed. How couldn’t she be?

Jihyo crossed her arms, looking between her mates, before focusing her gaze back down at Momo. Her nose twitched slightly as she inhaled, unfortunately confirming what the omega already knew. When she exhaled again, the left side of her mouth curled up into that cocky smirk that Momo was all too familiar with.

“God, you reek, Momo. It’s almost like you wanted to be punished. You wanted to be treated like our little slut, didn’t you?”

Good lord, did she want this. She wanted to be disciplined, always did. She needed to be broken, needed to be taught her lesson, which is why she decided to openly flirt with Nayeon, Sana, and Chaeyoung the other night at the bar. Typical cock-brained, pheromone-drunk, sex-crazed omega.

Or really, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, typical Momo.

So when she weakly nodded, almost too scared to speak, Jihyo stepped closer. Her core was directly in front of Momo’s face, so close that she could easily lean in and get a taste. Instinctively, she did just that. But as soon as she was close enough to catch the scent of Jihyo’s own arousal, sweet honey with the faintest hint of spice, the beta’s hand tangled into her hair, pulling harshly. Momo yelped, her cheeks reddening even more from how her clit was now shamefully pulsing from the pain running down her spine.

“Use your words, Momoring.” Jihyo mocked.

She was putty in their hands now.

“F-Fuck-“ Momo stammered out. “I- yes- I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be your little slut. Please, Jihyo.”

Jihyo sighed, pulling Momo’s head back so they could lock eyes.

“That’s not what you call me, omega.”

The beta’s tone made her clench around nothing, causing even more slick to trickle down her thighs. Of course, the younger girl would pull this. She almost always did when Momo was in the dog house (literally or metaphorically, but they weren’t going that route today… hopefully, anyways). Momo never minded calling her that. Anything to get her off, she supposed.

“P-Please, alpha.” Her voice came out brokenly. “Treat me like the slut I am- ruin me. Both of you, please just break me. I’m all yours. Please, my alphas.”

Jihyo wasn’t just her beta, no- she was just as in control of her as her first mate, and deserved the title as much as Jeongyeon did. It was a little humiliating how turned on Momo got from addressing someone who had practically no rank as someone who was above her. She loved every second of it.

Jihyo smirked and hummed, seemingly satisfied with the response. And as a small reward for being so well behaved for once, she finally, so graciously gave Momo what she wanted, pushing her face into her core. Momo let out a soft whimper, doing her best to run her tongue through Jihyo’s folds, gathering her juices before greedily sucking on her clit in the way she knew Jihyo loved. The hand that was tangled into her hair tightened, yanking slightly. It hurt in the best way possible, the burning mixed in with the pleasure she got from helping her mate get off. Somewhere above her, Jihyo let out a groan.

“Fuck, Momo- good girl.” Her voice spilled out, distant and breathy. “Good fucking girl. Suck it, baby. Just like that. Such a slut.”

“Our slut, Hyo.” Jeongyeon added, stepping over next to Jihyo.

Momo watched as Jeongyeon leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s cheek before moving down to nip at her neck, scenting her. The sight made Momo let out a soft whine, the want to be scented by her mates causing her to falter just slightly in her rhythm. It only made Jihyo force her in even more, her fingers digging through Momo’s hair as she held her in place. Momo scrunched her eyes shut, her body going limp as Jihyo just used her, riding her face without a care in the world.

“That’s right, Jeong. Our disgusting little-“ Another grunt cut the beta off. “Fuck- whore.”

Momo felt like her body was going to fucking explode by then. Despite not being touched at all, she could feel everything, her nerves all firing at once as her arousal got impossibly worse. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, which just exacerbated Jihyo’s sounds of pleasure, the wet kisses and love bites that Jeongyeon was eagerly leaving on their beta’s neck mixing into the sounds of Jihyo’s sopping wet folds rubbing against her lips and nose. It was disgusting. If there wasn’t a puddle of her own slick underneath her before, there certainly would be now.

“Fuck-“ Jihyo cried out. “Fuck, Momo. Fuck.”

Right as Momo ran her tongue across Jihyo’s clit one last time, the beta ripped her away. Momo’s eyes shot open, watching as Jihyo’s body trembled violently. Jeongyeon held onto her from the side, supporting her as she pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

The younger girl hadn’t finished, no. She would’ve had a much bigger reaction, been much more vocal. She edged herself. She only did that when she was mad, when she wanted to last longer. As badly as Momo wanted to be punished, a part of her was still afraid of what was to come. But that’s what made it so fun, anyways.

“Shit.” Jihyo hissed, her body twitching a few more times before it finally settled. “Fuck, baby. You almost had me there.”

Momo couldn’t help but smirk, a sense of pride blooming in her chest. But all of that quickly went away the moment Jeongyeon stepped forward again, gently slapping the head of her still-hard cock against Momo’s cheek.

“Wipe that attitude off your face, Momoring. You’ve got nothing to be proud of.” Jeongyeon practically sneered. “Suck.”

Momo immediately did as she was told, unable to fight back in any capacity after what Jihyo did. Her usual bratty self was nowhere to be seen as she took the head of Jeongyeon’s length into her mouth, sucking strongly before running her tongue through the slit. She looked up at Jeongyeon with wide eyes as she took even more of the alpha into her mouth, getting about halfway down before putting herself back up, dragging her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside as she went. The action earned a groan from the older girl, which was music to Momo’s ears. She resisted the urge to smile again when she felt her mating mark pulse with arousal, a clear sign that her alpha was enjoying it more than she was letting on.

There was something else there, too, though. Momo’s mark felt… odd. It felt warm, slightly irritated. And based on how Jeongyeon’s eyebrows threaded together as Momo worked herself up and down her length, she could tell something was off with her, too. She seemed almost… pained. Momo pulled up for just a second, ready to ask if she was okay, but before Jeongyeon could force her back down, Jihyo shifted next to them.

“What should we do with her, Jeong?” She said, bending down to run her fingers through Momo’s hair.

Jeongyeon let out a low growl, which sent Momo right back into that brainless headspace. She could ask later, surely. It wasn’t a big deal, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this right now. She focused on the head again, ignoring the fact that the alpha was already fucking leaking precum, swirling her tongue around the sensitive area before sucking harshly.

“Ugh-” Jeongyeon groaned. “I think she needs to be reminded who she belongs to, Hyo.”

“Oh definitely, baby.” Jihyo cooed, her hand still gently passing through the dark strands of Momo’s hair. “After how she acted, I think we need to ruin her.”

Momo looked up at Jihyo, who was smirking down at her as she continued to service Jeongyeon. Very quickly the beta’s sweet caresses were replaced with a firm grip, Jihyo’s fingers gripping her hair a pulling her back, a small pop noise following from how hard she was sucking. Momo let out a whimper at the painful sensation, Jeongyeon gasping at the loss when she was clearly getting into it. Jihyo pulled Momo up to her feet by her hair.

“You know we’re nowhere near done with you, Momo.” Jihyo said, moving to cup Momo’s face. Her thumbs passed over Momo’s cheeks a few times, soothing any pain that the omega felt from being manhandled, her act faltering for just a moment. “You alright to keep going?”

Momo nodded, hummed out a confirmation.

“Yeah, all good.” Momo whispered, her eyes falling closed. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“I know, baby.” Jihyo whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of Momo’s nose. “Just wanted to be sure.”

Jeongyeon moved in, too, leaning over to scent Momo, pressing her nose into the younger girl’s neck before eagerly biting at the sensitive skin a few times while growling softly. It was possessive, like she was claiming her territory- something that was rare for her to do, especially in front of Jihyo. It managed to turn Momo on even more, clouding the omega’s mind completely, the slight concern being pushed to the back burner at the action. She told herself it was fine, Jeongyeon was just mad. It would pass.

Momo could feel herself clenching slightly around nothing when Jihyo also leaned over, pressing her nose against the other side of her neck. To have both of her mates scenting her like that was almost too much. It was hot. It worked her up even more, made her body feel like it was made of static electricity, her muscles fuzzy, the signals in her nerves bouncing off of one another with nowhere to actually go.

But as hot as it was, it was also comforting- a reminder that they did love her, a way to keep her grounded somewhat. As bad as she had been, she knew the two of them would take care of her. She knew they’d teach her to be good again.

With the three of them all worked up, the tender moment could really only last so long. Momo was quickly reminded that they really weren’t finished. After Jeongyeon had her fill of her scent, she moved her hand down to grip her ass roughly, growling as she softly nipped the shell of her ear. Typical Jeongyeon.

“I want her ass.” The alpha said, bluntly. “I think a little slut like her would love to have her ass ruined. Isn’t that right, Momo?”

Momo’s eyes shot open the moment she felt Jeongyeon’s nails dig into the soft skin. She whimpered, slick gushing out of her in response to the action. Pathetic.

“P-Please, alpha…” Momo whined on instinct. “I-I deserve it- need to be ruined.”

“Then I’ll take her front.” Jihyo said as she finally pulled away before reaching up and gently pushing a strand of hair out of Momo’s face. “And you better not even think about cumming until both of us are finished, Momoring.”

“Yes, alpha.”

She really was in for a wild ride, it seemed.

———

This wasn’t the first time Momo had been in this position. Jeongyeon was already buried in her ass, already practically splitting her open. She sat on top of the alpha, the backs of her knees being supported by the girl underneath her. It was wet and hot, downright nasty. But it felt so fucking good. As Jeongyeon bucked her hips up, pushing herself deeper with each thrust, Momo thought she could live just like that- splayed open for her partners to do whatever they wanted to her.

Momo’s head fell back, allowing Jeongyeon to bite at her neck, right at her mating mark. The feeling of it caused both of them to moan at the same time, Jeongyeon bucking her hips slightly harder as she sucked a bruise onto the sensitive skin.

“J-Jeongyeon-“ Momo whined. “I’ll- if you keep doing that I’ll-“

“You can hold it.” Jeongyeon grunted out, her teeth scraping across the mark. Her voice sounded a bit distant, a bit rough. “You’re a good girl, keep it in for us.”

Momo was on cloud nine by then. She didn’t have time to really focus on anything else but the pleasure of it all. She hadn’t even been touched where she needed it the most directly, only having felt Jeongyeon prep her before easing her down onto her cock. But god, she was already so close to the edge. It was dangerous, she knew it- if she finished without permission, Jihyo wouldn’t let her cum for weeks. And as hot as that sounded, Momo knew damn well that she’d hate it after the first day.

She was good, though. She had to be, anyways. She was determined to be good, to listen to her mates- to let them take control. She’d been so bad, needed to be taught her lesson. So she could hold on, right? She begged herself to try, but fuck. With Jeongyeon’s mouth on her neck, the familiar earthiness of black tea and mahogany flooding her nostrils, the pleasurable burn of her cock stretching her open and reaching so deeply inside her, it was so, so hard not to-

“But she’s not a good girl.”

Momo only vaguely registered Jihyo’s voice, her mind foggy from everything else. Jeongyeon thrusted up again, a lot rougher this time. A groan caught somewhere in Momo’s throat. The bed dipped-

“And she needs to be reminded of that.”

Before Momo had any time to react, Jihyo brought her hand down, right onto her core. The omega let out something between a moan and a scream, brokenly. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as she gasped for air, willed her body to keep itself together as Jeongyeon thrusted up again, somehow even harder. It was so much, so fucking much. She knew she was leaking slick again, knew it had to be bad considering she could smell herself. Strawberries, black tea, and honey permeated her senses. It was taking everything in her to hold herself together.

“Poor baby’s so cockdrunk already.” Jihyo cooed mockingly as she ran her fingers through Momo’s dripping folds. “Such a little slut, hm?”

Momo was fully out of it by then. When she didn’t immediately reply, Jihyo slapped her again, her index and middle finger landing directly on her painfully swollen clit, even harder than the last one. The sensation caused another broken squeal to rip its way out of Momo’s throat, her body tensing up as she reached for something, anything to hold onto, blindly grabbing at Jeongyeon’s arms, digging her fingers into the strong muscles of her forearms. Jihyo slapped her pussy for a third time, and then a fourth, which made Momo grit her teeth, the pain so delicious that it nearly made her break then and there.

“You know you have to answer me when I’m speaking to you, omega.” Jihyo said, quickly running her fingers back and forth over Momo’s clit.

Momo whined, nodding. Her mind was so hazy, her body overtaken by such overwhelming need. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this fucked out, and they had only just gotten started. Hell, she wasn’t even in heat- but she certainly felt like she was. The normal Momo, the Momo that had the right mind to not act so incredibly indecent would be cussing her out right then. But when Jihyo focused on the most sensitive part under the hood, her fingers having been practically trained on how to break Momo apart, she didn’t fucking care. She couldn’t, anyways.

“F-Fuck, Ji- alpha. I’m- I’m such a slut, I love-“ She was cut off when Jihyo pressed down even harder, causing her to moan loudly. Any remaining sense of shame she had left was long gone by then. “Oh my god- I love your cocks, love being your slut, please- I’m all yours, only yours. No one else’s.”

Suddenly it was overwhelming. Pain shifted into pleasure way too easily, melting together in a way that was just too much. She needed to stop, she couldn’t hold on. Every alarm went off in the omega’s head, her nervous system being practically frayed open, lit up like the hot coals of a roaring fire. If Jihyo kept it up any longer, if Jeongyeon bucked her hips one more god damn time-

“I-I can’t- I’m gonna-“

Right as Momo got to the point of no return, Jihyo pulled back. Jeongyeon had stopped her thrusting too, choosing to move her hands to the omega’s hips, holding her in place. It was intense, felt nothing short of disappointing to have her high stolen from her like that- but it was necessary. Thank god. She was half a second away from seeing stars, from giving in to her natural urge to just let herself go, and as much as the beta liked to dish out a punishment, she also knew Momo’s limits. The break allowed the poor girl to gasp for air, her mind finally coming back to its senses.

“All good, baby?” Jeongyeon whispered, nuzzling her face into Momo’s neck.

Momo nodded, her head falling back again. Jeongyeon pressed several gentle, loving kisses against her pulse point as she inhaled deeply. Somewhere beside her, Jihyo shifted, taking her hand, bringing it up to her mouth to press kisses to her knuckles.

“If it’s too much, we can stop.” The beta whispered. “You’re doing so good so far, baby. But I don’t want to push it.”

Momo looked over to Jihyo and smiled, huffing as she rolled her eyes. Leave it to both of them to be this sappy despite the fact that Jeongyeon was literally balls deep in her ass. Typical.

“You know I’d tell you otherwise, Ji.” Her voice came out more deadpanned than she really meant for it to, but fuck she was horny. “This is great, please keep doing it. I’m good to keep going.”

“Okay, okay.” Jihyo said, finally moving so that she was between Momo and Jeongyeon’s legs. She leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Momo’s lips. “I love you.”

Momo smiled. “I love you too, Ji. Both of you.”

“Love you, Momo.” Jeongyeon mumbled, her voice muffled from her face being pressed against Momo’s neck. “So much.”

The sweetness was welcome, really. That’s what Momo loved about the both of them. As mean as they could be when they were fucking, there was always care behind all of it, years of trust shown in each movement. Momo couldn’t linger on it for too long without getting emotional. These were her mates. The two people she was bonded with for life, no matter what. Even if Jihyo couldn’t ever have the physical mark to match, even if Jeongyeon was the most annoying person on the planet, they were hers. It was a little humbling just how much she loved them, sometimes it was a little scary.

But whatever. She didn’t want to think about it. Right then, she just wanted to be fucked. That was the entire reason she misbehaved to begin with- to get fucked. She’d rather die than ever tell Jeongyeon and Jihyo they were right- that, maybe, she really was a slut. But whatever. She needed them to do something, and fast. Or else she was going to finish completely untouched and have to deal with the consequences of that.

Thankfully, her prayers were answered. As soon as she felt the tip of Jihyo’s strap run through her folds, she was right back in that fuzzy headspace, the coals of her arousal burning brightly once again.

“So fucking wet, baby.” Jihyo said, continuing to rub the dildo back and forth over Momo’s core. She tilted her head down, pulling away for just a moment, leaving Momo breathless with need. “And you’ve ruined the sheets. All that from getting fucked in the ass, huh?”

Momo nodded mindlessly. It was almost humiliating just how easy she was. Almost.

“Y-Yes, alpha. All because of you- both of you. Feels so good- ah!”

Without warning, Jihyo pressed the tip into her entrance. Momo knew which toy she picked based on the stretch alone- it wasn’t the biggest one they had, rather a smaller one that curved up in the best way possible, always hitting her and Jihyo’s g-spots when they used it. But god, it was just enough. As Jihyo somehow fully slid herself in, occupying the leftover space that Momo was always surprised she even had, she felt like she was in heaven.

“Remember, you can’t finish until me and Jeongyeon do.” Jihyo warned, her hands immediately finding Momo’s hips, replacing where Jeongyeon’s were.

“I know- I know. Please, just-”

Both Jeongyeon and Jihyo thrusted at the same time, cutting her off. Momo practically saw white as her head rolled back, her body falling limp in her alpha’s arms as the two took off, fucking her at a pace that wasn’t exactly relentless, but wasn’t exactly soft, either. The angle was a bit awkward, the rhythm of their movements clunky because of it. But fuck was it good.

And it was made even fucking better when Jeongyeon’s hand worked its way up to Momo’s throat, pressing down just enough to cut off Momo’s air. She reached up, her hands finding Jihyo’s shoulders, gripping with enough strength that she could feel the beta’s skin under her nails. Jihyo hissed in pain, but didn’t falter in her movements- instead, she managed to go even harder, pounding into Momo with a fury that the omega almost forgot she had. The sounds of her slick filled the room, the bed squeaking loudly mixed in with Jihyo’s grunts and Momo’s whimpers. It was so fucking messy. A mix of sweat, slick, and pheromones pouring onto the sheets each time they thrusted into Momo like it was their last few moments on earth.

But something shifted suddenly. Jeongyeon removed her hand, allowing Momo to gasp for air- and that's when she caught it. The alpha's scent had changed just slightly, becoming darker, muskier. Headier. Dangerous. Her moves got stronger, her hips bucking up with a force that practically lifted Momo up with each thrust. There was a low, almost feral growl from behind her, a telltale sign that-

"Oh my god, Jeong." Momo croaked out, her voice slightly panicked as her body froze. "Tell me you aren't fucking rutting."

Jihyo froze, her strap buried to the fucking hilt in Momo. She gasped at the sensation, getting another strong hit of Jeongyeon’s scent. Jihyo had a slightly panicked look on her face as she looked at the girl behind her.

“Jeongyeon?” Jihyo asked.

The alpha only let out a snarl in reply. Great, Momo thought, becoming aware of everything again. The signs were all there earlier, Jeongyeon was acting a lot more mean than usual, a lot more possessive. Momo had just chalked it up to them not fucking like this in a little bit, blamed it on Jihyo working the both of them up. She had been too blinded with her own feelings to notice that Jeongyeon was causing them to be worse- anytime her rut neared, Momo was even hornier than usual and vice versa for Momo’s heats. Which probably explains why she went out of her way to flirt with everyone, why she wanted to be fucked so relentlessly so damn badly.

“Jeong- talk to us, please.” Jihyo said firmly.

There was another, clearly annoyed, growl from behind Momo. Jeongyeon’s teeth met her neck again, scraping across her mark, sending hot sparks of pleasure through her body. Jeongyeon’s hands circled her front, holding the omega against her tightly, before she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize how close it was. I got too worked up-” Jeongyeon muttered, bucking her hips again. Her voice was strained, her body suddenly much warmer than usual. “I- fuck, everything hurts.”

Momo grunted, falling limp in her arms. As much as it embarrassed her to feel like she had to fix it, that she had to be the solution to Jeongyeon’s stupid problem, her instincts still won over. She was still an omega, after all. And her stupid, dumb mate was in pain. And her stupid, dumb brain told her to fix it.

“What do you need, baby?” She whispered, craning her head so her neck was fully exposed to Jeongyeon, letting the alpha greedily suck on her mating mark. It was much more irritated now, her scent glands suddenly swollen and itchy, reacting to her mate’s rut. Momo hissed through her teeth, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head from how much it hurt.

“I need- I need you, Momo-“ Jeongyeon said between heavy breaths, grinding up against the younger girl, earning another whimper from her. “You smell so fucking good. Need my omega.”

Jihyo shifted, catching the pair’s attention. She was getting ready to pull out, but Jeongyeon stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“Need my beta, too. Need both of you with me. Please.” She whined.

Jihyo huffed, rolling her eyes, but didn’t move. She stayed pressed so deeply inside the omega, grinding her hips into hers in rhythm with Jeongyeon. Typical Jihyo.

“What should we do, baby?” Jihyo asked, finally looking up to lock eyes with Momo.

Momo was truly beside herself at that point. Jeongyeon was fucking rutting, practically trying to re-open the scarred mark on her neck each time she bit down. Jihyo, who had the smuggest expression on her face, was still clearly gunning on making her cum despite barely making an effort. The feeling of it all was just ridiculous. It felt so fucking good to be used like this, to service her mates. Pleasure and pain were completely blinding her by then, but it felt so fucking good. She didn’t care what they did anymore. The only thing she wanted was to be used- for them to keep doing exactly what they had been doing. Punishing her.

“Keep fucking going.” Momo said, still making eye contact with Jihyo. “Don’t stop. Neither of you have finished yet- this is still a punishment. Use me, but don’t make me cum.”

Jihyo nodded, whispering out a few panicked “okay”s as she started to move again. Jeongyeon was almost too busy drowning herself in Momo’s scent to notice JIhyo had started moving again, but the moment her brain caught up with her body, she was back at it, even harder than before. Momo was beside herself again- her body was trembling, broken whines spilling from her lips each time her mates thrusted into her. Jeongyeon’s movements were desperate, her mind clearly clouded with the need that came with her ruts, but Jihyo’s were calculated, the beta practically grinning each time she hit the exact spot she knew would make Momo see stars. And fuck, she was already starting to see them.

“Ji- alpha.” Momo whimpered as Jihyo purposefully dragged the tip of her strap against her g-spot. “I’m- I’m so close.”

Jihyo grinned as she pushed in again, in perfect time with Jeongyeon’s thrust, earning another squeak from the poor omega.

“Already, baby?” Jihyo cooed, her pace unrelenting. “Can’t hold on until we finish like you said you would?”

Momo scrunched her face, her eyes glued shut as she shook her head. Jeongyeon let out another pained growl as she continued to fuck up into her sloppily. She had finally managed to break Momo’s skin, the scar that she left long ago now throbbing with pain as it was opened up again. Momo’s neck felt swollen, angry- pulsing each time Jeongyeon licked and sucked at it, irritating it even further. Jihyo pressed back in, huffing with amusement at how Momo’s body reacted to it. It was so much. Momo had no fucking idea how her body hadn’t just seized by then, but fuck. She wasn’t sure if the wetness on her neck was Jeongyeon’s spit or her own blood. She didn’t want to know. Despite that, though, she was still leaking slick out, and the sounds of her mates fucking her were downright disgusting.

And to make matters even fucking worse, she could feel the base of Jeongyeon’s knot starting to press against her each time the alpha rutted her hips up.

“Hyo- Jihyo.” Jeongyeon grunted out through clenched teeth. “Need to knot her- pull out.”

Jihyo pouted.

“But I’m not even close-“

“I don’t care.” Jeongyeon growled, using her feet for leverage to press herself up, her knot now fully swollen against Momo’s ass. “She’s mine first. Give me room to- fuck, it hurts not being in her, Jihyo. Please.”

Jihyo didn’t stop. In fact, she went even fucking harder. Momo had no say in the matter, really. Her body was limp again, her brain overwhelmed by Jeongyeon’s stupid rut pheromones, but it felt so good. She couldn’t complain, really.

“I wanna finish first, Jeong. Then you can-“

“Then use her fucking mouth, I don’t care. Just- move, oh my god move.”

Momo barely had time to process what was happening. Suddenly, Jihyo did pull out, and Momo whined at the emptiness, her arms reaching out to try and pull the beta back in. Before she really knew it, she was flipped onto her knees, her chest pressed against the bed, and Jeongyeon had pulled out, too. But quickly, before she even had time to complain, Jeongyeon filled the place that Jihyo had been, sinking in right up to her knot with a moan of relief as she held onto Momo’s hips.

“All good, Momoring?”

Momo looked up finally to see Jihyo sitting in front of her against the pillows, her legs spread. She’d taken off the strap, giving Momo the perfect view of her glistening folds. Her voice was as sweet as the honey scent that radiated from her core, and it drove Momo absolutely wild with need. She nodded weakly, and Jihyo smiled softly down at her.

“Then be a good girl and make me cum, baby.” Jihyo whispered. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was all Momo needed to hear. She nodded as she shifted herself up just enough so that she could have a better angle before diving right in, dragging her tongue through Jihyo’s center before focusing on her clit. Jihyo’s hand found the back of her head, her fingers once again tangled in her dark locks, gripping tightly. At that, Jeongyeon finally started to move again, rutting her hips into Momo, practically grinding her knot against her entrance.

The feeling of it all made Momo’s body feel loose, jelly-like. Her neck throbbed with pain, but a good kind- the same kind she felt after Jeongyeon bit her the first time around. She did her best to focus on her job, on getting Jihyo off, but all of her senses were overwhelmed. The taste of the beta on her tongue, the sound of Jeongyeon’s needy whimpers, the feeling of the wetness against her face and the intrusion of Jeongyeon’s cock so deep inside of her, the scent of both of them mixing together. Tea and honey- her entire world.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out, her hips stuttering. “Need to- please, need to knot you. Please.”

Momo whined against Jihyo’s core, the vibrations earning a low groan from the beta. Her grip on Momo’s hair tightened. It hurt. Jeongyeon thrusted again, smoother due to just how much slick Momo was producing. It was good. One thing after another, all of it building off of the last, amplifying everything Momo felt tenfold.

Fuck.

That’s when she realized Jeongyeon’s knot was about halfway in. She was at the point of no return. Panicked, she pulled away from Jihyo, an anxious cry slipping out of her when Jeongyeon pulled out and pressed herself in again.

“Ji. Please- I’m-“ Momo felt practically feral as she pleaded with the beta. “W-Want her knot- gonna cum, please.”

It barely made any sense. Jihyo looked at her with so much pity.

“Do you deserve it?”She asked, pressing Momo’s face back down. “You’ve been such a bad girl, Momo. I don’t think you deserve Jeongyeon’s knot. You didn’t even apologize for what you did.”

“Please-” Momo whined against her core. “Please I’ve been so good, let you use me- haven’t cum- please, alpha. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I did- I’ll be good. Make me good. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Jihyo smirked down at her.

“Keep going, then. You cum when I say so.”

It was an impossible task. Jihyo knew damn well the moment Jeongyeon knotted her, it was over. And right then, it was so close- Jeongyeon was practically fucking her with it, her entrance burning from the stretch in the best way possible. And based on how hard Jeongyeon was going, she didn’t plan to stop. Her ruts were always the same. Breed, breed, breed. That’s the only thing her stupid alpha brain was telling her to do. Momo was fucked. Literally.

“Gonna fill you up.” Jeongyeon grunted out. “Gonna give you so many pups, Momo- fuck.”

Disgusting. Cringy, even. Momo wanted it more than anything.

“Jihyo, she’s gonna-“ Momo warned, her voice muffled from still being pressed against Jihyo’s core. “I can’t help it if she- once it’s in I’ll break. You know that- please, Jihyo.”

So much for being a good girl.

Jihyo huffed, rolled her eyes. She let Momo hang for just a moment, didn’t give her a reply as she watched the omega continue to service her the best she could while Jeongyeon was ruining her. But there was something else there in the look she gave Momo- something soft, gentle. Silently, she helped angle Momo’s face back up just slightly, encouraging the omega to focus on her clit.

“Just- right there. Suck on it, baby. Hard as you can, don’t let up.”

She was giving Momo a way out.

So, Momo did exactly what she was told. After giving it a few soft licks, she took the now reddened bundle of nerves in between her lips, sucking it harshly. The action caused Jihyo to groan, her body falling limp against the pillows as her hand stayed firmly on the back of Momo’s head.

“Yes, just like that.” Jihyo practically moaned. “Good girl, such a good girl, Momo.”

“Our good girl.” Jeongyeon grunted, thrusting in again. “Our good little omega.”

And that she was.

With a few more strong sucks, Jihyo fell over the edge. Her body seized up as she cried out, her head falling back as she finally released Momo’s hair. It gave the omega just enough time to adjust herself, rocking her hips back against the alpha that was still so franticly fucking into her.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out. “Need to- I’m gonna-”

Momo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please, Jeong- Please!”

With one final, harsh thrust, Jeongyeon sank her knot in fully. The alpha let out a strangled growl as she fell forward, her teeth meeting Momo’s shoulder, clamping down and breaking the skin as she spilled inside her. Momo couldn’t help but practically scream. The sensation of being filled was enough- the coil that had been building in her stomach for what felt like hours by then finally fucking exploding as she came, too. It was too much for her body to handle- as soon as her peak evened out, everything went black.

When she came back to, she had been adjusted onto her side. Jeongyeon was pressed into her back, kissing at her shoulder. Clearly, she had been cleaned up already, the wetness at her neck almost completely gone. Jihyo was crawling back into the bed, holding something Momo couldn’t really make out in her hand. She tried to shift, but was immediately reminded she couldn’t go anywhere when she registered the feeling of Jeongyeon still being in her, her knot keeping her in place. She shuddered, whimpering.

“Hey, hey.” Jihyo whispered. “Easy, baby. Don’t move too much.”

Momo huffed and nodded, the pain finally catching up to her. Her neck hurt, and bad. Her scent glands were swollen, her skin practically screaming. Jihyo shifted so that she was on her knees in front of her, showing Momo that the object she had been holding was medicine.

“Jeong tore you up.” Jihyo said with a huff, cracking open the tube of ointment. “Your neck looks rough.”

“Sorry.” Jeongyeon grunted out, still preoccupied with mouthing at the new mark on Momo’s shoulder. “Don’t know what came over me.”

Jihyo reached over and flicked Jeongyeon’s ear, which made the older girl growl.

“Stupid alpha.” Jihyo scolded.

“Hey.” Jeongyeon hissed. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh, really? Is it that hard to not try to rip Momo’s throat out with your teeth?”

“I’m rutting, Jihyo. You’ll never know what that’s like- be grateful you won’t!”

“I’m glad I don’t. You’re a real dickhead, y’know that? You were so mean to me earlier.”

“Yah- I didn’t mean it!”

Momo rolled her eyes incredulously, letting them go at it. Leave it to those two to start fighting now, of all fucking times. Typical Jeongyeon and Jihyo. They continued to bicker as Jihyo carefully spread the ointment onto Momo’s neck. It hurt for a moment before settling in, easing most of the pain she was feeling. She could finally relax, her body going loose as her alpha wrapped her arm around her center, holding her tightly against her.

“But you did so good, Momo.” Jeongyeon said softly. “You took it like a champ. I’m sorry I…”

Her voice trailed off. Momo shook her head.

“‘S okay, Jeong. Really. I enjoyed it, every second of it. It was so good. Are you still rutting?”

Jeongyeon shifted slightly, angling her hips up so she pressed deeper in Momo. Momo grunted at the feeling, too spent to do anything but just let it happen.

“Can’t tell right now.”

Momo’s neck throbbed again. It was different, though. Clearly, it wasn’t from the pain. It felt comforting, but still on edge. It was how Jeongyeon was feeling.

“I think you are. Just try to get some sleep.”

Jeongyeon hummed out a reply. Jihyo finally moved to set the medicine on the nightstand, shifting back so that she laid down in front of Momo.

“You did so good for both of us, Momo.” The beta whispered softly, leaning in to kiss her. “So, so good for us.”

Momo preened at their words, a sense of accomplishment blooming in her chest. Jihyo kissed her lips a few more times before moving down, gently kissing at her neck. It hurt for just a moment before evening out, a wave of emotions washing over her as Jihyo scented her, marking her claim on her in the only way she really ever could. Jeongyeon was pressed against her shoulder, nosing at the skin. It was intimate, calming in a way Momo needed it to be. Having both of her mates with her like this after a rough scene was worth it, always would be. They took such good care of her.

“Love you. Both of you.” Momo whispered, half asleep.

“Love you, too, Momo.” Jeongyeon whispered.

“So, so much.” Jihyo added. “Our perfect girl.”

And really, that was all Momo wanted to hear. Breaking the rules had its perks, obviously.

[hwanchaesong]

Hello ! Idk if you still take request but I wanted to ask if you could do the reaction/head canon “they’re relationships with your/them being obsessed with your boobs” but with butt ? If you’re not comfortable with it that ok :) I really love your work/writing idk how to say it (and sorry for my bad English)

n/a: heyy~ i'm sorry if this is super duper mega ultra late. school is done for now and i'll go back to writing in the mean time. i'm glad to be able to do this request! hope you like it and thank you for the support 💚

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ATEEZ and Your Butt: A Saga

Hongjoong

man is either lowkey or highkey obsessing over your ass

if it's lowkey, then he'll just stare at it. maybe lick at his lips or bite it out of... satisfaction.

he won't really touch you, but you can feel those eyes of his burning lasers at your behind

i mean, it's not his fault that gorgeous ass of yours is out on display for him to gawk at. no it's not, you're wearing a perfectly fine outfit

but c'mon, this man is so in love with you that even if you wear a sack, he'll still admire your body

neways, if it's highkey then you're in for a ride gurl

he is not, and will never be afraid to grab your goodies aka touching is on

oh? you're walking past him? he'll touch it

you're cooking for both of you? he'll touch it

you're kissing him goodbye before he leaves for work? he'll definitely touch that for good luck

he loves you to death. it's just the butt that is a bonus but hey, he ain't complaining about it

Seonghwa

he thinks he's inlove with your boobs

then one day you show up with the tightest dress you have that accentuates your hips and ass

now he's more inlove with your lower boobs lmao

he is protective over it, like 'back off all of you lowlifes, this ass is mine and mine alone' vibes

no really, the moment he woke up and welcomed the fact that he does love your booty more than your boobies was also the day when he promised to do whatever he can to guard it

he brings a jacket/hoodie to tie around your waist whenever you decide to wear skirts or shorts

he stands beside you on escalators and stairs

and glares at people who dares to lay their filthy eyes on his prize

he'll try and play it off as him being a gentleman

but seriously, it's his and will do whatever it takes to keep it safe lmao

Yeosang

when he can't stop staring at your behind, that's when he knows that he's screwed

he didn't mean to, really, but sometimes.. things just happen

for a goddamn reason

and that reason is what exactly makes him sweat out of nervousness and excitement

he's nervous because he doesn't know how to break it out to you. wanting to be honest with his new found love for you

excitement because hey, he'll get to touch it anytime and anywhere if you'd allow him to

he planned it for days, even made a whole ass speech

but of course you had to ruin it

what kind of s/o are you? wearing such pants that made your ass plumper than before

and thus, he slaps. bow.

"nice rump, babe." *cue the silence and internal screaming before he smiles awkwardly*

Yunho

he is C R A Z Y over your ass

"c'mon, sit on my lap. there are no seats available anymore honey." no there are A LOT

puppy just wants to feel it every damn time

he looks at you expectantly while tapping his thick legs

smiles happily when you oblige because, fuck it, your booty is so nice

dude is not even embarrassed whenever he touches your ass in public out of habit

"oops sorry, my hands' default place is right behind you."

he looks at your behind with so much adoration pls-

how did he get so lucky that a nice and caring s/o with a loveable ass like you came into his life?

only the heavens can answer, but he will always thank them for that sksks

San

doesn't wanna admit it at first

but then he sees you in a sexy bikini during a beach trip

and he's lost it

'my god, since when did that ass went round and huge like that?' he thinks

and his hands will unconsciously grab it, your shriek pulling him back into reality

bcs let's be real, the moment his palm felt your goodies, he fell into this world of what he likes to call "Y/N's fluffy booty"

and from then on, the game begins

he acts all shy at first, but then he'll smirk and will compliment your ramp every time

he lives for the few seconds of you getting flustered

but he lives for it more when the next day, you'll wear nothing but his shirt and flimsy panty that he can easily rip off of you

he closes his eyes and feels grateful

"what a nice day to be alive" he murmurs with a smile on his face

Mingi

he does these subtle actions

like putting his hands in the back pockets of your pants

or tapping your ass to get your attention

he thinks you won't notice it but c'mon, he's not that slick

you did feel whenever his hands groped a bit harder

you saw how predatory his eyes get whenever you bend over to pick something up

and you will use that to your advantage

so on one fine day, you decided to test his limits

putting on an expensive lingerie and taking a seductive mirror photo of you, with your ass fully on display

you sent it to him while he's in practice bc that's what we do in this house (tease the hell out of mingi)

a huge smile broke on your face when you read his reply

"i'll be home within a few minutes. don't take that off."

looks like you'll have a long, fun night

Wooyoung

now, this guy isn't afraid to admit to the world that he LOVES your ass

whenever he sees you walking, he'll yell across the room, saying how hot you are and to please sway your hips a bit more

you'll blush and get embarrassed but you won't deny him

after all, you take pleasure in seeing him smile while his dark eyes watch your behind

his hands are always, ALWAYS landing on your booty

sometimes you'll get the shock of your life when a hand slaps on your ass out of nowhere

like c'mon, you can't even bend a bit without feeling that stinging sensation after

the most important part, this dude can even list a hundred reasons on why he's so obsessed with it

"sixty eight, it's so soft on my palm. do you want me to keep going? okay. sixty nine, i love the way they jiggle during se-"

you choked him after that because for sure he won't stop talking unless physically intervened

Jongho

honestly, it started as a joke

teasing him that your ass is your best asset

and he goes along with it, looking at your butt with the most judgemental expression on

and then suddenly, in his mind, it went 'oof, yeah it is true tho, that booty is nice af'

but he says the opposite because his pride won't let him admit that sudden thought

his realization made his new hobby tho, the daily observation on your ass

he'll say a remark about it randomly

like one moment you were peacefully stretching and the next you'll hear him say "your butt looks bigger today. have you been doing squats or something?"

you'll look at him with wide eyes and he'll reply innocently, "what? that's your best asset right? naturally i'd look at it whenever i can"

you were starting to doubt him

the one night when you two were cuddling, his hands snaked down to your ass

"i love these babies of mine."

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@hyuckilstan @ateezbabysitters @kpopcrossworlds @minkiflwr

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Don't Think Just Listen

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: okay let's see sub!Jordan & Dom!Reader (what else is new with me lmao) pet names & honorifics (puppy & mistress) shibari/bondage, slight edging, unprotected sex (BE SAFE YALL), creampie, face sitting, oral (f & m receiving) I think I missed something but who knows

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: you've got some plans for your sweet deputy boyfriend when he gets off of work

***

As you stroll into the local police station you wave at the different officers you've met a dozen times while visiting your boyfriend. You're here often enough that even the sheriff can tell when you're around well before he sees you. Your boyfriend is at his desk but so focused on his work that he doesn't notice you until you plop a lunchbox on his desk and settle into the seat across from him.

"Hey! I didn't know you'd be stopping by today." He smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek.

"Well you forgot your lunch. Can't very well let you starve now can I?" You smile.

"Oh- I didn't think you'd notice."

"Did you leave it on purpose?"

"No! I only realized it once I got here. Sorry." He mutters.

"Well, you're lucky I was headed back to mine anyway or you'd be left to your own devices." You chuckle.

"You're not going back to my house from here?"

"No sweetie I have some work to take care of. But when your shift is over I want you to come to mine instead of going home."

"Right away?"

"What time are you off today?"

"6 o'clock."

"Yes, right away."

"O-okay. Will do."

"Good. Enjoy your lunch. You'll need the energy." You wink at him.

"I will?"

"Absolutely." You nod walking out of the building. You smile to yourself as you leave, knowing he'll be thinking about what you've implied for the rest of his shift.

Back at your place, you do actually have a lot to do before Jordan comes over and you feel pretty accomplished by the time he knocks on your door around 6:20.

"Hey!" Jordan says as he walks in.

"Hey. How was work?" You ask as he walks over and kisses you on the cheek.

"Slow. I was mostly doing paperwork all day." He groans.

"Must be nice to have a quiet day in Beacon Hills for once." You hum climbing onto his lap and straddling him.

"It's a bit like waiting for the other shoe to drop actually. I kept thinking 'what's brewing that makes things so chill right now'. The last couple of days have been way too for Beacon Hills. This level of stillness can only mean hell is on its way to our doorstep and I-" You listen to his concerns intently, your fingers running through his hair.

"You what?" You blink at him.

"I lost my train of thought." He closes his eyes and sighs, your hand in his hair distractingly enjoyable.

"That quickly?" You giggle.

"You know damn well what it does to me when you do this."

"Think you can ignore that other shoe you're waiting on for a few hours?" You ask sweetly, littering his face and throat with kisses.

"I- I can't think if you're doing that." He stutters, his head rolling back.

"I don't need you to think beloved. Quite the opposite. I just need you to tell me you'll surrender." You grab his chin gently and pull his gaze back towards you. "Will you surrender for me, darling?" You ask.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask." Jordan breathes out his eyes shining with the truth of his words.

"Pretty boy." You hum and chuckle, climbing out of his lap. "Come. I have some surprises for you my love." You say walking out of the living room. You hear Jordan scramble off of the couch to follow behind you. In your bedroom, you pull out a couple of things you plan to use for the evening, the first of which is some blue rope. You saw the color and thought it would look just perfect against his skin, especially when it starts to flush red while you play. "Strip, and then raise your arms for me my love." You say. You watch as he undoes his uniform and shrugs it off quickly. Part of you wants to chuckle at the way he pulls at the garments as if he can't get them off soon enough. When he's naked he raises his arms with a deep breath and you take a moment just to admire his toned muscles and smooth skin. You trace your fingers lightly across his skin first, smiling to yourself when he shivers under your touch, then you do the same with a section of the rope and watch his muscles tense in anticipation. You start around his neck, creating a pretty collar around his neck in blue. You make diamonds across his torso, wrapping the rope around each of his thighs, looping it in crisscrosses up his back, and finally circling it around his arms to suspend them above his head.

"Lay down." You tell him and though he struggles a bit to move in the bindings, he eventually manages to climb onto the bed. With the last of the rope, you secure him to your headboard and then step back to look over him. "Even prettier than I imagined." You hum taking a seat next to him. Grabbing his chin, you angle his head to kiss him roughly. Jordan has no trouble matching the intensity but the kiss is over as quickly as it started, your lips traversing the exposed skin between the ropes webbing across his body. You litter his chest with kisses and hickeys as he tries not to squirm, though the longer you tease, the more his control slips. By the time your kisses have made it to the tapered V at his hips your dear boyfriend is all harsh breaths and barely suppressed grunts. You spend a while there, kissing and nipping at the taut muscle because it's so close yet so far from where you know he wants your attention.

"Please." Jordan groans, his voice so strained you'd think he's been tied up for hours.

"What is it Jordan?" You mutter against his skin.

"I- I need your mouth on me- please." He says.

"My mouth is on you my love." You place another kiss on his hip to emphasize your point.

"No, I mean- come on baby, are you- going to make me beg?"

"Now you're catching on. Go on Jordan, please what?" You sit up and caress his cheek softly but with enough pressure to keep his gaze on you. Your other hand traces his skin along the edges of the ropes.

"I really- need- I need you to- I'm so hard it hurts y/n, please just- please put me out of my misery."

"But you sound so cute." You pout at him. "And you still haven't actually said what it is you want from me." You add with a shrug. Jordan's cheeks are flaming red over his request as your fingers dance across his body.

"Please. Please I- I want you to blow me- please."

"Do you now?" You smirk trailing up his length with a ghostly finger.

"Yes! So badly y/n, p-please?" Your gentle touch only winds him tighter. You dip and allow your tongue to drag across the head. Jordan jolts against his restraints, hissing at the teasing feel of your tongue.

"How badly?" You ask looking up at him.

"So so badly- mistress, I can't- please I'll do anything."

"Careful with those kinds of promises sweetness." You chuckle before letting your lips finally wrap around his dick. He draws in a shaky breath as you swallow him down and the moment you start to move he's a cacophony of grunts and whines and groans and expletives. You relish in the sounds he makes as you suck him off. When his muscles begin to tighten up beneath your hands you slow to a stop.

"Fuck." He grits out when you pull off of him.

"Not yet." You soothe. "Now since you're hands are currently- out of commission you'll have to rely on your mouth alone for this bit." You say as you stand up.

"W-what bit?" Jordan blinks at you.

"I'm going to ride you of course puppy. But before I can do that, you're going to warm me up." You shimmy out of your shorts and swing your leg over Jordan. "I expect you to do well if you want to cum tonight darling." You tell him.

"Yes mistress." He nods. You shuffle up until you're hovering over his mouth and lower yourself onto his waiting tongue. He's voracious immediately lapping at your center like a man starved and you reward each pleasurable move of his tongue with a sweet moan. He loves the way you sound and it only fuels him to go harder as he pulls out all your favorite tricks, hoping to make you cum fast and hard. It doesn't take long for that knot in your abdomen to form and tighten as you grind against his mouth. When Jordan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bundle of nerves you bury a hand in his hair and tug at the strands, a sign that he knows means you're close. He keeps at it until you jerk against him, your release coating his tongue with a drawn-out moan from you. He keeps licking at your core until you raise your hips well after the waves of your orgasm have died down.

"Working hard for your prize I see." You hum.

"Anything to please you." Jordan says, his voice hoarse and eyes blown wide.

"Aw my pretty boy. So well behaved for me." You kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pull away, Jordan's mouth chases yours, an action that makes you want to coo at your boyfriend. You adjust yourself on top of him so you're hovering over his waiting dick.

"Please, mistress." Jordan whispers. You smile slightly when he groans as you finally sink down onto his length. He fills you so nicely you can't help but moan when you're fully seated.

"So full." You hum. You brace yourself with your hands on Jordan's shoulders and start moving, bouncing your hips, eagerly riding him.

"Fucking hell." He grunts. You catch his hands twitching in their restraints and you know he's dying to touch you, he always wants to touch you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you rock against him, you'd drag them across his chest if not for the ropes covering parts of it. Still, it's satisfying to see his skin flush red against the ropes as he writhes under you. To the best of his ability, he jerks his hips against yours as you drop down over and over again and the sounds from both of you create a symphony that bounces off of your bedroom walls.

"Y/n I- I'm close. Fuck I need to- please let me- God." Jordan's head falls back as he struggles to finish a thought.

"Come on puppy, you've gotta tell me what it is you need if you expect to get it." You say with a faux sweetness in your voice that makes him groan louder.

"I need to- I need to cum, ple-please y/n. You have to- please let me cum." Jordan pants out. You lift one hand into his hair and tug harshly enough that his eyes shoot open, now forced to look directly at you.

"Ask again and don't take your eyes off of me." You tell him sharply. Jordan all but whines at the command, his eyes barely focused.

"Please can I cum? I need to so badly." He breathes out.

"That's better." You hum. "You've been good and I promised a reward if you did well. Go ahead and cum for me my hellhound."

"Thank you." Jordan groans deeply as his orgasm hits because he's sure he wouldn't have been able to hold off if you had said no. His eyes roll back as white-hot proof of his release paints your walls. You ride him through his orgasm chasing your own release.

"You're close, aren't you? Please say you're close- I wanna see it, want you to cover me in your cum. Please y/n." Jordan coaxes you over the edge with his breathy words and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you. When the aftershocks have subsided, you force yourself up first to clean him off then to untie the intricate ropes covering his frame. As soon as he's untied he pulls you on top of him and wraps his arms securely around you.

"You know, I wasn't done with the after process Jordan." You chuckle against his chest.

"Whatever it is, isn't important. I just want to hold you know."

"I guarantee you'll think it's important when these lines in your skin feel raw come morning." You muse. You were just going to rub some balm over where the ropes were to minimize the after affects.

"Nah. I wanna feel it and be reminded of tonight." He kisses your forehead.

"That is- kind of adorable? In a kinky way I guess." You say placing a kiss of your own on his chest since you can't reach his forehead from where he's got you cuddled. "Thoughts? Feelings? Feedback?" You ask, tracing some of the lines.

"You're really good at this stuff. No notes. Although- there are some other things I'd like to try- if you're open to it."

"Always baby." You say. Although you really have no idea what he's signing you up for so you should maybe be more careful with that kind of promise.

***

[base0h]

Hi hi!

Alright, so I'm here to ask you politely for Noya and Tendou hcs/scenarios (whatever u want rlly) abt how they would react to their s/o moving to cuddle them closer in their sleep

Hehe

+ the s/o has a tight FUCKING GRIP and the boys literally can't break out from it in the mornin

Could add if Noya and Tendou do it too if ya wanna

Hope it's not much detail, rlly sorry if it is :[

Take care <3

a/n - error your requests are always the highlight of my days 💜💜😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o is taller than nishinoya 💀

- Nishinoya really wants to be the big spoon, but uh- you’re taller and it’s kind of weird that only about 2/3 of your body is being hugged 😭

- soooo you’re the big spoon most of the time, and trust me, it’s just better this way 💜

- it’s morning, and you woke up nuzzling into his fluffy hair

- You didn’t know what shampoo he used but damn you needed whatever it was because his hair was silky soft

- Your arms were wrapped around him, cuddling him gently before you started to give him a hug.

- my poor guy woke up unable to breathe 💀 he was a bit confused as to why he was struggling to take a deep breath, and why he couldn’t move a muscle…

- “Y/n-?? I can’t- I can’t move babe.” -nishinoya

- …

- “hello-????”

- “bAbe. Can’t- can’t breathe!!!”

- he was trying his best not to hurt your arm as he tried to get your attention and wake you up. You were like half awake when this was happening so when you finally woke up, you managed to let go.

- “Oh morning noya :)”

- mans over here wheezing and coughing like he has stage four lung cancer, give him a little bit lmao.

- “Don’t “morning” me- you almost squeezed me to death! I’m not a stuffed animal!!”

- “well- you’re the size of one. >:)”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- he tried picking you up but since you’re so tall??

-Didn’t go so well

- It’s not that he wasn’t strong enough, it’s just that his arms weren’t big enough to hold your legs, and your back at the same time

- Sulked about it for around an hour with Tanaka laughing at him the next day

- you can’t physically squeeze this noodly man to death lmao. He will literally slide out of your grip

- Sooo he’s the one that squeezes you to death 😭 you’re peacefully sleeping, and all the sudden, you have to pee so fucking bad

- right when you start to get up, he will literally pull you back and squeeze your stomach, making you almost punch him in the face

- “Tendou I need to pee. So fucking bad please let go of me.” -you

- “I’m ok. You can suffer tho :)” -tendou

- “LET GO PLEASE.”

- you tried squirming but tendou was too tired to let you go

- and also he needed cuddles right that second

- What could he say? His needs were very important 💀

- he finally let you go, and he found it absolutely HILARIOUS how fast you ran to the bathroom

- “BAUAUSHUDHDUSHEUDHIDHDIDJF YOU RAN LIKE A FUCKING CHEETAH KDBISBSUDHIFBFFJ”

- “SHUT UP! YOURE THE ONE WHO NEEDS CUDDLES EVERY SECOND!”

- “you’re the one who always needs to pee right when I need cuddles 🙄”

- this “argument” went on for hours but it ended with you two cuddling 😂

- also with all this yelling poor ushijima in the room next to yours was struggling to fall asleep

a/n - I totally did not spend an hour figuring out how to format their banners for this

[sadie-bug345]

hey! thank you sm for doing my enemies to lovers request! Could you do some head cannons about getting into and argument with Dallas as well as making up and how he’d go about apologizing in his own way (cuz we all know damn well he’d never outright admit to being wrong) 😭💀

YESSS ofcccc sorry i feel like this is late but i been busy w school and crap🙄 anyways🫡

my man my man😭

he is SO difficult i’m being so real

like dont get me wrong there’s pros to being his s/o

but one of the biggest cons is he is so ANNOYING to argue with

like he’ll interrupt you when you’re talking, roll his eyes, scoff, and act like he’s the victim

but this is cause he’s got an ego the size of the SUN

just your usual superiority complex stemming from an inferiority complex no biggie

obviously im kidding but early in the relationship when yall argue he’s just like an annoying little boy

sventually you snap and yell “just LISTEN to me!”

and ever since then he’s been kinda scared towards how you are when you’re mad

you’re also the type to whenever you get pissed and you make eye contact w him (or anyone) everyone’s like 😟 cause DAMN you got an intense look to you when you want

ANYWAYS BACK TO DALLY

hes been wary of you since your first fight as a couple

later on you kinda have to teach him how to argue like a normal person cause he’s so STUBBORN

it’s lowk giving gentle parenting LMAOOO

but like three months into your guyses relationship you two were fighting and he starts yelling and you’re like “🤨🛑✋what did we talk about last week?” and he sighs and is like

”it made me feel unseen when you don’t buy me a coke like you did for pony and johnny.🙄😐😔”

LATER later on you guys don’t have to express your emotions like ai people do but with dal you just gotta start somewhere

cause he always looks angry it’s hard to tell what he’s angry abt yk?

so when you force him to (funnily) share his feelings you appreciate it and you learn a lot abt his kinda weird mind

plus you tease him abt it later LMAO

when it comes to making up i feel like if the argument really blows up you guys just kinda part ways

sometimes it’s a day sometimes it’s a week and a half

but you know your worth (LETS GO🕺🏼💞😌) and you just wait for him to initiate the apologizing process

cause whenever he just peaces out like that the argument is 99.99% his fault and he knows that

when he does call you or pull up again he’s just kinda like

”hi.🙂” and pretends like nothing happened

after you guys date for a while you tell him that he’s gotta own up and actually apologize

it takes a lot but he’s making progress

like just last week he was like “i’m sorry😐…..”

and you’re like “🤨🧍‍♀️”

and he’s like “….that you’re so sensitive and you can’t take a jo-“

i HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDDD🫶🫶🫶 my inbox (along w my dms) are always open!

[madiomens]

Hi!! ✨ probably could be a little blurb or however you see fit! Just loveeeee the thought of him being handsy while you’re in a dress. Or, sweet Jesus, Like while x reader is in a dress/skirt going down on you lmao definitely thinking smut and maybe even some fluff for expressing how pretty he thinks you look and all that cuteness…

oooooff…. Anyways🙃 🥵

thank you!!!!

Anonymous, this one took me O U T

It’s long as hell and I loved every second of it

I am 1000% putting a scene like this in the second book to my Noah fic 🥵

Thank you so much for requesting! My ask box is always open for more <3

Skirt Season

I situated my thigh holster in place underneath the black skirt adorning my waist, landing right above mid thigh. I had on a mesh long sleeve top tucked into it, cleavage on full display. I smirked in the mirror as I fluffed my hair, knowing damn well Noah was going to lose his shit when he saw me.

The sound of the front door of our shared house opening and closing sent a jolt of excitement though me and I quickly spritzed myself with some perfume, making sure to place some on the inside of my ankles just in case he didn’t let me leave the house yet.

“Baby?” He questioned through the house.

“Coming!” I shouted back, slipping on my all black sneakers.

I took one last look in the mirror to make sure my lipstick was perfect before grabbing my phone and leaving the bedroom. He was taking me to an I Prevail show tonight and I could barely contain my excitement. I’d been waiting months for this and since he knows the band, we were getting special backstage access for the show.

“I’m here, sorry.” I breathed out, grabbing my small crossbody bag to put some essentials in.

“It’s ok, we have plenty-“ he started, the sound of his breath hitching in his throat cutting off his sentence.

A smirk slid onto my face as I packed the lipstick into my bag, not making eye contact with him yet. I quickly hid the smirk before turning around to face him, eyes landing on his face. His mouth was slightly hanging open and eyes were roaming every inch of my body.

“Something wrong?” I questioned, zipping my bag closed.

“Holy fuck.” He breathed out, eyes darkening the more he looked over my body.

I smirked and slowly started walking towards him. “Use your words.”

“You look so fucking pretty, angel.” He said, breath speeding up.

I smirked as I stood in front of him, placing my hands on his chest to feel his quick heartbeat. “What’s your favorite part?” I asked, rubbing his chest.

He breathed out a sigh as he looked down at me, allowing his hands to roam down my body. He slightly leaned down so that he could pull up the hem of my skirt, hands landing on my thighs between the holster strapped in place. He leaned down to kiss me and I quickly turned my face to the side so his lips landed on my cheek.

“No sir, my lipstick is perfectly in place and you are not ruining it until after the show.” I said as he groaned against my cheek.

He brought his hand up to grab my chin, turning my face so I was looking into his eyes. He towered over me so I was forced to drop my head backwards to fully look up at him.

“Are you saying you don’t want me to ruin your pretty little face?” He questioned lowly, voice husky and eyes darkened from lust.

I throbbed with desire as my eyes searched his. “What if I wanted to ruin yours instead?”

His jaw clenched before he slammed his lips onto mine, effectively ruining my lipstick but throwing all care out the window about that. He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen counter, laying me down on top of it and breaking our kiss.

“God, you don’t understand what you do to me wearing a skirt like this.” He said as he kissed down my body.

“Why don’t you show me?” I breathed out, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him.

He growled before opening my legs, pulling my thong out of the way and immediately licking a stripe up my core. My eyes rolled back as he attacked his mouth to my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. I brought my hand down to grab a fistful of his short hair, moans leaving my mouth and echoing around us.

“Fuck, Noah.” I moaned out, dropping my head backwards.

He brought a finger up to insert into me, curling it so that he perfectly massaged my g spot. I gasped as his sucking sped up on my clit, my orgasm quickly climbing in the pit of my stomach.

“God, Noah, I’m so close.” I whined out, breathing speeding up.

He inserted another finger as he moaned against me, pulling back to look up at me. “Cum on my mouth, baby. You can do it.” He said breathily before resuming his sucking.

My moans got louder as he worked me up to my orgasm, the noises escaping me unholy. He sucked my clit into my mouth before tracing circles around it with his tongue and effectively sending my orgasm exploding throughout my body. I screamed his name as my body jerked against his face, his arms holding my thighs tightly as his mouth worked me though my high. My grip loosened on his hair once my body stopped jerking and I was left with the post orgasm high that took over my mind. I looked down at him in time to see him suck his fingers clean, chin glistening with my wetness.

“Goddamn, baby, you soaked me.” He said huskily, leaning up to grab my neck to pull me towards him.

He slammed his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. I moaned as he did this, tightening my legs around him as he picked me up off the counter and walk me to the couch before setting me on the ground. He spun me around, causing me to place my hands on the couch to steady myself. I turned my head around to face him as well as I could, his hand snaking up my body to land on my throat.

“Are you ok?” He questioned, checking up on me.

I nodded and reached between us to move my thong back to the side. “Fuck me, Noah.”

He groaned and smashed his lips onto mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. He used his free hand to undo his pants and push them down past his hips so that his erection sprung free, landing against my ass. He flipped my skirt up before sliding his length between my folds, causing my body to jerk and a moan to escape me against his lips. He sunk into me all in one thrust and our moans tangled together in the air at the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You feel so good.” He moaned against my lips.

I pulled back so I could rest my head backwards against his shoulder, his hand still in place on my throat. He started thrusting in me at a relentless speed, causing me to scream his name. I gripped the arm of the couch so tight my knuckles turned white, dropping my head down once he let go of my throat. He grabbed a hold of my hips, fingers digging in harshly and definitely leaving bruises behind.

“Fuck, Noah.” I moaned out.

“How good do I make you feel?” He growled, leaning down to nip at my ear.

“So good.” I moaned out, bringing a hand forward to steady myself more with the couch cushion.

He brought a hand up to tangle at the nape of my neck, pulling my head backwards so I was no longer looking down. “Head up when you talk to me. How good do I make your pussy feel? You like when I fill you up?” He asked huskily in my ear, placing kisses down my neck as he thrust into me.

“God, you make me feel so fucking good, baby. So good.” I whined. “You hit the perfect spots. You’re so good.”

He growled in my ear, moaning as he bit down onto my neck, more than likely leaving a mark behind. “Wearing this little fucking skirt. You just wanted to get fucked, huh? Wanted me to make my girl feel so good.”

“God, yes. I love when you make me feel good.” I said, screaming when he almost pulled all the way out before harshly thrusting all the way back into me.

He reached between us to find my clit, rubbing circles as he started thrusting again. “You’re going to cum again, angel. Do it for me.”

Between the angle of him perfectly hitting my g spot and his finger working my clit, my orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Noah you’re gonna make me cum again.” I moaned, dropping my head against his shoulder.

“That’s it, cum for me, baby.” He breathed into my ear.

He thrust one harsh thrust into me and sent me into my second orgasm, causing me to cry out and grip the couch harder. He stilled his thrust as his finger worked me through my orgasm, my body shaking and quivering against his body.

“Such a good girl. My pretty girl is so good for me.” He said huskily against my ear, placing a kiss on my temple.

He pulled back to start thrusting in me again, my legs shaking from pleasure. His thrusts started getting sloppier, signaling his release was close.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder so I could look at him, reaching back to hold onto his wrist tightly.

“Are you gonna cum for me now? Be a good boy and cum for me.” I moaned out breathily.

He groaned as his eyes rolled back before opening back up and landing on my eyes, his pupils blown and making his brown eyes even darker.

“I’m so fucking close, baby.” He whimpered, grip tightening on my hips.

“That’s it, you can do it. Cum in my mouth.” I said, jaw hanging open.

He growled. “Get on your knees.”

He quickly pulled out and I turned around to sink onto my knees, grabbing his length and placing my lips around him. I pumped him in rhythm with bobbing my head, flicking my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned.

I sucked on his tip while I pumped his length, causing him to moan loudly before shooting cum down my throat. I bobbed my head on him to work him through his own orgasm. I swallowed everything he emptied into my mouth, moaning against him. His hand tangled into my hair as his body twitched, coming down from his high.

I pulled him from my mouth with a pop, sucking my fingers clean and looking up at him. His eyes were closed and head tilted back, hand still tangled in my hair. He sighed before sinking onto his knees in front of me and dropping his forehead against mine.

I chuckled and leaned up to place a kiss on his lips, moving them together at a lazy pace. He pulled back to look at me, placing his hands on my cheeks.

He chuckled breathily and rubbed my lip with his thumb. “You might have to reapply that lipstick you were worried about.” He said before placing his lips on mine.

“I guess I should wear skirts more often.” I mumbled against his lips.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[nkn0va]

Ok so Yukari, Marie(P4), Kokonoe and Phonon being unable to use their arms for a while for whatever reason so their s/o needs to feed them, help them change clothes, maybe even wash them.

I'm sorry if this selection of characters is all over the place I just tried to select all the grumpy self reliant women I could think of.

This is surprisingly amusing to think about. I'm fucking flabbergasted it's taken this long to get a P4 ask (I have a P3 one already I've been procrastinating on for days now lmao) but here we are.

Sorry if these start feeling a bit repetitive, this is a more niche ask and there wasn't really much else I could come up with. I still don't know Phonon that well as a character unfortunately so her section ended up being relatively short.

Yukari Takeba

-Chances are, some special shadow did some weird fucky wucky thing and numbed her with some kind of spell the team had never seen before. She was mostly able to dodge out of the way, however it managed to clip her arm.

-Strangely enough, even after the Dark Hour ended, she was still affected, unable to move said arm. Fuuka and Mitsuru would get to investigating this as fast as possible, but until then Yukari would have to cope with this.

-Unfortunately, said paralyzed arm was her dominant one, so she'd need someone to help her out. Thankfully, you were more than willing to help out.

-You'll have to write down her work for her in class and write everything down for her homework. It's a bit of an awkward situation to explain to the teachers so the best you can come up with is that she had a bad chiropractor's appointment that left an arm numb for a while.

-The real awkward situation is when you need to help her change, especially if you're a guy. She really doesn't want anyone else to be around when she'd doing so, however you're realistically her best option. Helping her change is comprised of both of you holding opposite sides of her clothes as she slides into them while you look away. She makes a point that she still has a good arm to clock you if you dare peek at her.

-Naturally until her arm's back to normal, she's not allowed to go into Tartarus. If you left her on her own she'd be bored out of her damn mind, so you choose to stay behind as well to keep her company. Technology unfortunately doesn't work during the dark hour so the two of you pass the time with board games that she's able to play with just her non-dominant hand or good ol' fashioned gossip. She has way more to share than you were originally expecting, giving you a nice reminder to be extra careful to not embarrass yourself in front of her.

-At the very least, she's able to shower on her own, albeit if using just her non-dominant arm is a bit unwieldy. No way in hell though is she letting you jump in the shower with her, even if you're her S/O. She's not nearly ready enough for that.

Marie

-It's kinda hard to choose something for Marie since she doesn't exactly do anything involving the T.V world until the end of the god damn game. Perhaps she took some sort of collateral damage after her boss that injured her arms and made it hurt too much to move them.

-Her pride does not let her admit she needs any help to do anything, she's perfectly capable of functioning normally. At least, until you ask her if she needs help. Her demeanor suddenly becomes a lot more nervous as she stutters out that it'd be nice if you did. She tries to pull the 'it's not because I like you or anything' card, until she realizes that you're her S/O, she can't exactly do that anymore.

-She begrudgingly accepts your help. She does need you to feed her which she will absolutely not allow anyone to see. She's exclusively eating at your house and will refuse to do so otherwise. If you try she'll hurl harsh words your way in a typical Marie fashion.

-It's pretty adorable, honestly, seeing her open wide for each bit of food you give her. If you try to do a here comes the airplane/choo-choo train you're going to get yourself a flurry of angry, near incoherent words as she pouts and looks away. It's pretty hilarious, but don't do that more than once per meal.

-Soon she realizes that she also needs your help to be able to wash herself, mostly because you bring it up first. She instantly turns red as a cherry in the face and tries to slap you, but quickly winces as the harsh pain of trying to move her arm shoots through her body. She reluctantly accepts you have a point.

-Ten minutes later, here you are sitting in your bathroom as Marie's in the tub, letting you wash her back for her. She absolutely refuses to turn around and look you in the eye. It'd probably be best not to lean over to try unless you wanna get a lightning bolt straight to the face.

-Undressing/redressing is a similar process. She demands for you to close your eyes as you hold her clothes in place so she can slip in and out of them. She tries to guide your hands by telling you where to put them, but it's a long awkward process. A lot of "right there! No, you idiot, over here!" is thrown around. Her ability to guide you with your eyes closed is astounding.

-Do not ever let her guide you to some surprise she's got with your eyes closed.

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-Kokonoe was under a pretty big crunch, Sector Seven's top brass had told her to get this extremely complex machine done for whatever the hell they were planning next and the deadline was fast approaching.

-In her rush, she made a grievous mistake that backfired. It ended up severely injuring her arms in the process as she was trying to tinker with it. Thankfully they didn't need to be amputated, but she'd definitely need some time off to heal.

-Being her S/O, she pretty much demanded you helped her out in her daily functions, albeit pretty irked about the situation. She didn't like the idea of being coddled like that.

-She doesn't eat a whole lot normally, just chocolate, silvervine and coffee. On occasion she'll ask you to throw a chocolate from halfway across the room into her mouth. Results vary depending on your accuracy.

-If you want to feed her proper food it'll take some convincing. Just don't tease her for the love of God and just let her eat. If you try teasing her in the same way as mentioned before with Marie you'll be met with a swift headbutt. Though whether that's worth it or not is up to your discretion.

-You'll naturally have to do her laundry for her as well. Chances are it's the first time her clothes have been washed in a while. Helping her dress again means looking down at the ground as she tells you where to guide your hands until she's covered enough for you to look again. On the bright side though, she finally discovers how good it feels to put on fresh clothes. Maybe she should actually start doing her laundry herself more often once she recovers.

-You'll have to fight with Kokonoe quite a bit if you want her to get in the bath, her being a cat beastkin with shut-in tendencies. Chances are, she'll just tell you to put some bath bombs in the water and piss off.

Phonon

-EXS can be funny sometimes, and not in a good way. Phonon went a little TOO wild with her powers while she was still getting the hang of them and her sound based abilities fucked up her arms. Moving them felt nigh impossible to do.

-Until this wore off you'd need to help her. She tries to act all high an mighty as part of her dominatrix persona in the Hollow Night, but she's actually surprisingly normal outside of that.

-She's a bit miffed at the situation but she's probably the most cooperative girl here when it comes to letting you assist her overall. She can actually realize the fact that she kinda needs you around, contrary to popular belief. She's self-reliant and confident, but she's not a fool.

-Phonon should be fine overall as long as you don't actively go out of your way to tease her. Try that and she'll promise you're gonna freaking get it the moment she can move her arms again. And considering this is the same young woman that uses a whip in combat...yeah. Best not to fuck around and find out.

-She's a bit more open to helping you wash her thankfully, just as long as you don't try anything funny. Wash her from behind and stay away from anywhere you shouldn't touch. If you do be prepared for a headbutt from behind.

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Which of the creeps (that you write romantically for) be okay/like a bada$$ s/o? Like every1 is intimidated and every1 thinks that if you try to fight them you’re stupid? Have a great day!!

Creeps with a badass reader!

i actually really like this idea!! also im so so sorry it took me so long to get to this </3!! ive kinda been focusing on art these past few days, and when i havent been drawing ive kinda been. laying in my own. feelings. sleepy.... yk how it is!!

with that said! yeah! i wont be doing all the bare bones list of characters i usually do with non specified characters! to keep true with the prompt im going to stick with characters i feel would like this kind of S/O and/or compliment the readers fierce nature... also going to aim for a more comedic style

LIST OF CHARACTERS: Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Splendorman

CW; mentions of violence

Splendorman;

No because just think about it; a soft easy going cryptid with a strong and ready to fight partner

"he asked for no pickles" dynamic basically imo LMAO

he would rather you tone it down, or at least dont fight for him... he doesnt want you to get hurt, or in trouble..! mostly trouble, he knows you can handle yourself

he wont ever say it but hes internally swooning anytime you fight for him, though. like. "oh? they would do this for me just because someone said something vaguely mean about me?"... hes red in the face

tries to introduce you to new people to make potential friends since he kinda thinks part of your bloodlust(/j) is from loneliness, which in turn makes people see you as.. mean... so its a loop. he doesnt mean it in a bad way! he just cares about your well being!

overall he secretly thinks its hot but hed rather you stay out of trouble and hed try to find ways to make you less fierce...

Laughing Jack;

like splendorman he thinks its hot but he WILL vocalize it

also he thinks its really funny whenever people try to antagonize you

pulls a bag of popcorn out of thin air and watches the show/hj

he will literally cheer for you from the sidelines and becomes the fights personal announcer

absolutely treats you when you win; showered in praise and love and gifts

hes flustered; depending on what color you think he blushes (personally i think he blushes a purpleish-grey), his entire face is that color when he watches it happen

again, hes really into it

smh ive been on a lj trip these past few days and i hardly got anything for him here god mfing damn!!!!

Hoodie;

ngl he probably throws himself into the fight and yall both kick the shit out of the person

basically think something like this scene (ive never seen jjba my friend showed me this) where he just joins you after watching for a few seconds (we can say the third person is masky/j)

anyways it wont let me move the gif up so pretend the gif is under the above bullet point instead of at the end of this segment

really yall are kinda the same but hoodie is more likely to sit back and access the situation before jumping in and fighting someone unless like. its an immediate life or death thing

now how does he feel about you being a proclaimed badass?

he respects it, and he knows that you can defend yourself when hes not around so it also puts him at ease

maybe you two will spar every now and then to get better at defense and offense stuff (he will not go easy on you btw, bro will give it his all)

Eyeless Jack;

he doesnt really like the fighting since hes also likely the one who has to patch you up afterwards. like even if you win the fight youre still going to be hurt in some way, this applies to all the other characters too. ej is just the only one who has the knowledge when it comes to tending wounds...

with ej, in my au, he doesnt really. like conflict, especially since his own body is changing into something that isnt human; he already has enough on his plate already, doesnt need to go bury an extra body because he let his temper get the better of him

and every now and then, that mindset of avoiding conflict bleeds to how he views you and your attitude

hes happy that you can defend yourself, like hoodie he admires it; but at the same time he gets so scared that youre going to pick a fight with the wrong person or get hit in the wrong spot, and..

he does not pity those who are dumb enough to rile you up, though..

overall he worries for you and already has enough on his plate with himself ... but dont think that he sees tending to you as a burden! hell do it regardless of what caused your injury

possible idea for an angst post? ooo? maybe, if you guys want it