#t.v. in mirror

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

Bakugou doesn't like having sex in your room, he intentionally controls himself whenever he comes to your apartment that things don't get heated. In case, things do get heated, he is dragging your ass back to the couch, or sometimes even carrying to the car.

Consequently, you concluded that he doesn't like your room, infact going so far to assume that it is a turn off for him.

So, you do everything in your power to change the aesthetic of your room, constantly asking him, what his style is? What he prefers to keep in his room?

Making multiple alterations in your room, to the point where it seems more suited to his taste than yours, but nothing worked.

He still never got handsy in your room, complimenting your new decor before dragging you to the living room, something about playing the t.v. in the background so neighbours won't complain. Bullshit.

Bakugou loves your room, it's cozy, filled with all the things that remind him of you. The shelf beside your mirror filled with lip glosses, few perfumes nudged beside them; your work desk, everything painted in the same dusty pink and sage green combo, from the monitor to the mat on the ground.

Your bed was his favourite part though, the thickest mattress, with fluffiest comforter, a set of pillows lining your headboard.

He spends majority of his time in your bed, from sleeping to watching documentaries, occasionally watching you work on your desk too.

It's a shame he couldn't have sex here, especially not when your children sat, on the dresser directly in front of the bed, all your 12 plushies, he remembers each of their names, stare straight at the bed.

He can't bring himself to put them else where, they were here first, way before him, so he makes the compromise, of dragging you out to other potential places in the apartment to have sex.

He never said anything to you either, knowing the moment words leave his mouth, you'll grab and shove them in the closet, he can't do that to, his kids, your plushies. He didn't think you'd notice though.

"Why don't we ever have sex here?" You are kneeling in your bed, almost sinking into the mattress, donned in his old ratty skull t-shirt.

"What do you mean, we have sex here all the time?" He lies, knowing exactly what you meant, trying to dodge the question as he leans over to put his phone on charging, anything to avoid your eyes, or else he'll confess, he'll crumble.

"You know, what I meant, Suki, we have sex in the apartment never in my room." You whined, shuffling closer to him, as you cradled his jaw in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. "I even changed things around here, but you still don't like it-"

"What do you mean, I don't like it. I love this place, babe, it's so pretty and comfortable and smells like you all the time." He groans, hands cupping your face, watching as your lips pucker into a pout, he leans in, unable to resist you, smushing his lips against yours.

You let him, let him press messy kisses against your mouth, spit coats his lips when he pulls away, cheeks red, tongue darting out to lick away, your spit, "Acting like a whore isn't going to help you dodge the question, Suki." You tilt your head watching as his pupils dilate, cheeky grin spreading on his lips.

"If I tell you, promise you won't instantly try to fix it?" He watches your reaction, watches as you prepare to hear what he has to say, your eyebrows are scrunched, teeth nipping at your lips, tell-tale signs that you are preparing to here the worst. "Relax, baby it's not anything serious."

"I promise I won't." You respond, shuffling further into his arms, "Although I am not sure what I am promising so it's a vague promise, terms and conditions might change."

"Smartass." He groans playfully, big hands coming to squeeze your ass, "I don't have sex here, because of them." He gestures with his hands towards your dresser, you tilt your head in confusion, before looking at him for explanation, "Your kids, our kids, we can't do the naughty in front of them."

"But Suki, they are just my plushies-"

"Our children, we even named them, don't be insensitive now."

You look at him bewildered, eyes wide as you try to gage, whether he was joking or actually serious. The look on his face told you he was dead serious, "We could cover them with a blanket-"

"And suffocate them, no thanks." He sassed, arms crossing as he defended his kids.

"What about putting them out, in the living room?"

"No. This was their room first." He seemingly had answers for each solution you came up with, "If anyone should go out it's us."

"What about turning them around?" You exasperated, running out of ideas, "That way they won't see us, but can still be in the room."

He mulls over your words, taking into consideration the pros and cons, "That's a good idea." He mutters, pulling away before he struts over to your dresser and starts turning around each plush, making sure they are all comfortable. "Done."

He walks back, plopping beside you, hands resting behind his head, as he pretends to drift off to sleep.

"Are we not going to..." Your sentence linger incompleted, you moved closer, laying your head on his arm, cheek pressing against his chest.

"Going to what babe?" He mumbled, pretending to be oblivious to your dilemma.

"I was ready to be finally ploughed down in my bed but I guess we can slee-" Your words are cut off, his arms come to wrap around your body, flipping you on your back as he towers over you.

"Can't even joke around now, brat." He grunts, leaning in to press a wet kiss against your lips.

You gasped, hands coming to wrap around his shoulders, fingers digging into his hairs. You fill his hands trail down your body, playing with the elastic of your sleeping shorts, "Someone's eager." You grin as he pulls away.

"Someone needed a good ploughing down, baby." He grinned, with a glint of mischief in his eyes, leaning back to sit on his heels and pull his shirt off.

Oh boy, you hope the bed frame and your back survives.

Dividers by: @diviniyae 💖✨

[thatsmybook]

What was interesting to me as a parent was watching how in episode 4 we see the father mirroring Jamie's behaviour in episode 3. It's in so many subtle and more obvious ways.

The way that hour of t.v. in episode 4 is slow so that we can steadily watch the father and watch how closely his wife monitors his emotions so that she can step in to regulate them for him. She pushes her emotions aside to monitor his because his potential to blow up and get violent verbally or physically is potentially dangerous for her and her daughter.

Jamie switches from screaming to apologising in episode 3. Then we see the father apologise in episode 4 for spilling the water from the bucket after blowing up at his wife. He apologises for the wrong things. His son does the same.

His father hasn't shared with his wife what he saw Jamie do on the video and she says he shuts down and doesn't want to talk about it. In the same way Jamie hasn't spoken to any of his family about how he and his friends have been bullied at school - spat on and ridiculed in real life and online.

Episode 4 is so fascinating to me. Watching each person's individual roles in relation to each other in that regular family. Lisa especially monitoring the emotional state of her parents, so that she can intervene to soothe them or distract them to calm them down. She does the same with Jamie on the phone and still claiming Jamie as theirs. The parents think they've raised their kids the same. But they themselves have gendered roles in the family. The kids have mirrored their mother and father respectively.

[selineram3421]

*deep breath* Ok, someone found a loophole. Requested through messages.

Aftercare Headcanons

Alastor/Angel/Husk X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ suggestive/implied, implied nudity, fluff, implied biting/scratching/bruising, consent ⚠

So after your...ahem..activities, this is what the boys do.

Alastor🎙

Of course he's going to treat you like a God after something so tiring. Only the best of the best for his significant other.

Everything is taken care of. Don't you dare try to lift a finger.

Can you? I mean *cough cough*

Has the bath prepared with rose petals and candles, water at the perfect temperature. He does join you.

Towels and robes folded on the counter nearby the hygiene products.

His shadows take care of cleaning up the bed and changing the sheets.

Will sometimes apologize about the marks left on your skin. Depends.. He does like some of them.

Sometimes he'll add more

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses while you are being taken care of in the water.

And some sweet talking.

"Tu as goûté devine ma chéri/e~" (You tasted devine my darling~)

Want a massage? Of course.

Food or drinks? Already taken care of.

Once you're ready to get out of the bath, don't bother on getting up. He'll pick you up and dry you himself.

Once in your towel or robe, he'll carry you back to the now clean bed and make sure you're comfortable.

He'll dress you up too if you asked.

If not then he'll bring you your clothes, kissing you on the forehead once you have them in your hands.

No? Nothing at all?

Now you're tempting him.

"Be careful darling."

Won't do anything unless you want to.

He'll hold you close as you sleep.

Extra

Angel🕸

He'll have everything set up for you to take care of each other on the days he's not exhausted from work. Sometimes its a last minute thing.

Wipes or rags are on the nightstand. Along with some other things like a water bottle and easy snacks.

There's a towel on the bed so you don't have to switch the sheets.

He'll clean you up with those first or will scoop you up to the bathroom. Or maybe you scoop him up?

Gets the bath or shower ready while you make sure to get the face masks and robes/towels out.

Expect kisses and tickles while helping each other clean off.

Aw

Once out of the water, both of you put on your robes/towels and get the face masks.

"Fuck babe, you left marks.", he'll say after checking himself in the mirror. "Can you make more?"

You help him dry off as best as you can, giving him kisses as you go.

He might take the kissing up a notch and turn it into a make out session...

Or more

Then its face masks time!

After that, you both get ready to cuddle up in bed and watch t.v.

Fat Nuggets joins the two of you and makes themselves comfortable under one of the blankets.

Pig in a blanket

Helps you take off your face mask when noticing you getting sleepy.

Will kiss you goodnight and spoon you/or be the little spoon.

Husk🃏

He'll do what he can for you. He won't admit it but he went to Angel for some advice and bought whatever he needed to make sure you were taken care of.

He'll help you clean off before offering the shower.

A little awkward because he has not done something like this in a long time. Will start the water if you asked/or teach you how to work the water.

Is a little shy if you ask him to join you.

"You won't like the wet cat look."

He'll go get drinks and snacks if he doesn't join you. If he does join, then he'll call room service beforehand.

Expect kisses and gentle touches while in the water.

Notices that he did leave some marks.

Cat pupils go =◽^◽= > =⬜^⬜=

Let's you out first because he'll get embarrassed if you see his fur puff up after drying off.

Or you do see it and it makes you smile.

When he gets out, he sees that you've taken care of the bed sheets and opened a bottle.

Accepts the cup you offer him and sits next to you.

Feed each other snacks, maybe share a few more kisses. Might turn into a make out..

"I had a good time."

Falls asleep first while holding you and purrs.

*screams into pillow*

~Seline, the person.

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MLS Alastor, Angel, Husk

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Reflections - e.e

‣ emily engstler x reader

‣ wc: 2958

‣‣ synopsis: emily had no choice but to bail on your planned day together, so you decide to get a little revenge, leaving your reflection as the only thing on her mind all day.

‣‣‣ a/n: sorry this took SO LONG to release, i was a little nervous to write smut for the first time so hopefully this isn't too bad! i'm still working on more fics and hopefully i can still follow my plan to release one a day!

You adjusted the position of your body in front of the mirror, lifting Emily's shirt to reveal just a sliver of your boobs as you posed for your selfie in your lacy thong. You weren't posing for a social media post or anything of the sort, you were just trying to torture your poor girlfriend a little bit.

The two of you had planned a day-long date today, as she wasn't supposed to go in for practice or any sort of team events, but her coaches had changed their mind, calling the team early in the morning for mid-day practice, followed by a workout session, ice baths and checkups with their athletic trainer, and a film session to end their packed day.

Unfortunately for you, the text had come in during an early morning makeout session, causing Emily to leave the comfort of your bed to eat breakfast, get ready, and head out for her long day. Leaving you a needy, pleading mess for her in the process. You knew the change in plans wasn't her fault, nor was it in her control.

You were just seeking revenge for the fact that she chose to leave you orgasmless before heading out, promising to finish what the two of you had started later in the evening.

Grinning as you finally got the perfect shot, you sent off a text to Emily, containing both the selfie and a short text that read, can't wait for you to get back Em. Now, all you had to do was wait for her response, which you knew wouldn't come until a little later, when she finally got the chance to check her phone during a water break.

To your delight, Emily's response came in sooner than you had expected, not even ten minutes after you had sent the text, your phone pinged with a new text. you better find a way to wait, don't you dare touch yourself without me.

You knew that was one of Emily's "rules", if she wasn't away for a game, your pleasure was hers and hers only. And usually, that was always enough for you, as you had no need to get yourself off either by hand or with any of the toys hidden in your shared closet, Emily was always there to take care of you. But today, you found yourself struggling to hold off on relieving the deep ache that had settled in your core.

You swear you did everything in attempt to pass by the time that Emily was gone. You ate breakfast, dusted nearly every surface in your apartment, wiped down every mirror, scrubbed down the bathrooms, ate lunch, cooked dinner for you two to enjoy later, took an everything shower, and finally settled down in on your bed to watch t.v. around four in the afternoon, knowing Emily would be home before six.

Just as your eyes began to shut, drifting off into a light sleep, you heard the front door open as Emily entered the apartment, dropping the keys in the little ceramic bowl you had bought for the apartment and taking off her shoes, walking towards your bedroom.

You shot up in bed, eager for Emily to walk through the door so you could capture her in your grasp and lure her into bed, finally able to relieve the throbbing between your legs. She greeted you as she entered the room, dropping her practice bag over by the laundry hamper before making her way to you, not that you were paying attention.

You leaned in and grabbed the back of her neck, smashing your lips onto hers the second she was close enough. She climbed onto the bed with you, laying her body over yours as you continued to make out, her tongue intertwined with yours as her hands moved up and down, from kneading your braless tits to squeezing your waist, the two of you just couldn't get enough of each other.

You whined as she pulled away from your kiss, she chuckled before ducking her head down to kiss across your jaw to your ear, "missed me that much baby?" She questioned smugly as she moved her lips under your ear, alternating between sharply nipping at your skin, open mouthed kisses, and soothing licks over the trail of reddish-purple marks she left behind.

"Please Em, don't tease. Been waiting for you all day," you begged, arching your chest into her, hoping she would get the hint. She popped her lips off your neck with a smirk, gazing at your needy expression before moving her hands to pull her t-shirt off your body, uncovering your perky nipples, begging for her touch.

Her lips began a trail of kisses, licking, biting, and sucking her way down from the base of your neck to your chest, leaving hickeys at the very tops of your breast before finally latching her mouth onto your right nipple, her hand coming up to twist and tug at the other.

Your hands flew to her ponytail, gripping it as you moaned at her teasing, urging her head to continue its descent down to where you needed her the most. Thankfully, she continued to kiss down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your lace thong to nip at the fat of your hips. She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys around the perimeter of your inner thighs as you whimpered the arousal continuing to pool within your panties, yet Emily purposely avoided your throbbing pussy.

“God Em, please I can’t take it anymore, need you so bad,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at her as you pleaded, your mind far too hazy to feel embarrassed of how desperate you sounded. She propped herself, perching herself to the perfect position in between your thighs as she finally ran her fingers up and down your lace-covered slit, feeling the wetness that had begun to soak through.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this baby,” she hummed, “Wanna try something different with you, that okay?” She asked as she pulled your thong down, a strand of your slick sticking to the fabric. "You're this wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet baby," Emily rose to lean back on her knees, moving her hands to rest upon your thighs.

“Please Em, do anything, I just need you,” you whispered back, sitting up as you watched her rise from the bed, walking over to the floor length mirror you had taken the picture in. She picked it up and adjusted it so that it leaned against the wall in front of your bed, such that you were now gazing at your own naked reflection.

Your attention, however, was quickly drawn back to Emily, who had now stripped her t-shirt and sweatpants off her body, leaving her in just a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. She walked back over to the bed, settling against the headboard and planting her feet flat on the bed to take a seat behind you.

"Come here baby," she requested, and with such a low, sultry tone, how could you resist for even a second? You quickly turned onto your hands and knees, crawling up the expanse of your California king bed to kneel in between her thighs, capturing her lips once again.

You took the chance to tease Emily back a bit, taking control of the kiss by biting and dragging out her bottom lip before slipping your tongue back into her mouth, moaning eagerly into her as your hands tugged at the straps of her sports bra.

She didn't allow you to continue for long, grabbing your waist and manhandling your back into her front before you could take off her bra. She traced her hands down your body, grabbing the back of your thighs to rest them over her bent legs, spreading you open in front of the mirror.

"You see how wrecked you are for me?" She mumbled into your ear, you watched as her tattooed hands kneaded at your hickey covered tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples once again. "Mhm," you nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

Emily, however, wouldn't accept that as an answer. She grabbed your jaw firmly with her right hand, using her thumb to pull your lip out in between your teeth. "None of that tonight ma, I wanna hear you properly, whether your answering me," she spoke softly, beginning to suck hickeys into the unmarked side of your neck, "swearing," she flicked her tongue out to soothe a particularly rough area, the skin already turning purple, "or moaning my name, begging me for more," she whispered into your ear.

Your brain turned to mush at her words, which meant you didn't notice how her left hand dropped from massaging your breast to reach your cunt as she was whispering filthy things into your ear, turning you on even more. A borderline pornographic moan tore from the back of your through as Emily finally pressed her middle and ring fingers onto your clit, rubbing small circles at first.

You threw your head back against her shoulder as your body arched against her, desperate moans spilling from your lips as your hips moved upwards to search for more friction in her touch. Her right hand wrapped around your waist, holding down your bottom half before she quickly lifted her fingers from rubbing circles on your clit to lightly slapping it, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough for your head to shoot up at the sparks it sent through your core.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, you stop looking and I stop touching you, okay baby?" Emily insisted, her fingers only moving down from your clit to trace your folds after you agreed, dragging her fingers to collect the arousal dripping from your entrance back up to your clit, this time adding more pressure onto your clit.

Your body squirmed in her hold, your mouth emitting a near constant stream of desperate whines, begging Emily for more. "C'mon ma, tell me what you want from me," she murmured, her breath warm against the bruised skin of your neck. "Fuck me, please Emily, need you to fuck me so bad I," your words were cut off by a guttural moan leaving your mouth as she plunged two fingers into your sopping heat, the prolonged foreplay had made you so wet she slipped in without any discomfort.

Your eyes fluttered, as your body melted into hers, illegible pleas, swears, and cries of ecstasy continuously fell from your lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Emily through the mirror. Her fingers increasing their speed as she plunged a third into you, continuing to pump in and out of you, curling into you with such precision you preened her grasp, rolling your hips forward to meet her thrusts. In the process, the heel of her palm brushed against your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms, all the while Emily ducked her head down to suck at your sweet spot.

Her name fell from your lips repeatedly, the coil in your abdomen was so close to snapping, you could almost taste how close your orgasm was. Sensing this from how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers, she moves her unoccupied hand up to your nipples, roughly tugging at them while she moved her lips up to whisper filth into your ear.

"Just like that baby... see how pretty you look while taking my fingers, my dirty little slut getting off on being finger fucked in front of a mirror, thought about fucking you like this all day... such a good girl for me," her continuous praise and encouragements, combined with the sensation of her playing with your tits, her fingers curling so deep inside of you, and her palm providing friction to your clit was all too much for you to withstand any longer.

Your moans turned into near screams as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you full-force as your legs shook on top of Emily's, full body shudders coursing through you as Emily continued to fuck into you at the same pace, insistent on having you ride out the full extent of your orgasm.

As your orgasm finally began to subside, your body going limp against hers, Emily slowed the pace of her fingers until they stilled within you. To distract you from the emptiness she knew you felt as she withdrew her fingers from your soaking cunt, she peppered kisses along the side of your face and placed a few gentle pecks on you lips accompanied with soft praises as you tuned to face her.

She brought her fingers up to your lips, shoving them into your mouth so you could clean off your own slick, humming as she felt your tongue swirling around her fingers. After popping your mouth off her fingers, you removed your legs from on top of hers, twisting your body around in her grip to face her as your hands reached upwards to cup her face, pulling her mouth down to yours in a searing kiss, all the while your knee pressed into her core.

You were acutely aware of the fact that you hadn't even touched Emily yet, and as stubborn as she was, you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your knee, and you would be damned if you didn't get her off after the earth-shattering orgasm she gave you.

Your lips continue to move roughly against hers, attempting to establish dominance and only separating when you tugged her sports bra over head. Your lips met the soft skin of her neck, peppering gentle kisses as you knew you couldn't leave hickeys on such a visible area just two days before her next game.

You continued placing kisses to her chest, circling her nipple with your tongue as right hand reached down to cup her warm cunt through her boxers, forcing an airy moan from her. You were able to feel through the fabric how aroused she had gotten from making you cum.

You paused your ministrations to retract your hands from her body, moving to grab at the waistband of her boxers, the only material still separating the two of you. You looked up at her glazed over eyes, nonverbally checking for her consent. Emily's past relationships and hookups always had the same dynamic, she gave a lot more than she received, if they even made an effort to reciprocate her pleasure.

With you, that was never the case. You were just as concerned with Emily's satisfaction as she was yours, despite her having the more dominant personality, you almost never allowed her to leave without at least one orgasm.

With her approval and the slight lift of her hips, you discarded her underwear, laying down on your stomach and spreading open her thighs to be eye-level with her glistening cunt. "All this just from watching my reflection Em?" You teased, your breath warm against her inner thighs as you sucked and nipped at the skin closest to her center, knowing no one would be able to see the bruises left there.

"Yeah baby, it's all for you," she breathed our, grabbing your tousled hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you closer to her sopping pussy. Even now, she still Deciding she had waited long enough, you dove your tongue into her, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her head back into the headboard as she moaned deeply.

"Right there ma, just like that," she encouraged as you devoured her, running your tongue through her folds to lap at her leaking arousal like a woman starved. You gather her wetness to move up and press your tongue flat against her clit, sucking and lapping at her bud. "Oh fuck baby, doing so good for me," her hips moving up to meet your mouth.

She groaned loudly as you began to hum against her clit, holding her hips tighter as moved down to her entrance again, dipping your tongue to curl into her as your nose moved against her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching from the friction you provided. You moved back up to her clit, knowing just what she needed to be pushed over the edge.

You latched onto her nub, sucking and slightly grazing her with your teeth, humming and pressing into her as she came with a throaty moan, pushing your head deeper into her to draw out as much of her orgasm as possible.

You continued to suck at her for a few moments after, slowly reducing your touch to a few soft kitten licks as her body went limp against the headboard, relaxing fully as you detached your lips from her, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs.

Her thumb wiped the slick that covered your lips and dripped down your chin, grinning at your wrecked state. “Worth the wait ma?” Her smug but somehow genuine demeanor took in the blissed out expression on your face, exhausted from your previous activities.

“Well worth Em, should mess with you more often if this is what happens,” you beamed, only half joking. “Yea right, try that again and I won’t be so nice next time, I could barely make a single shot at practice,” she grumbled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, crawling off the bed to grab a washcloth from your joint bathroom. Your reflection had truly served you well today.

[love-lilacs]

this version of you | frank langdon x reader

Frank hasn’t let go of your hand, but his eyes flicker between them and the sidewalk in front of you, uncertainty threading through them. You feel the pulse of it—the space between what has always been  “friends” and the new possibility of something more.

His thumb brushes the back of your hand, just once, but it’s enough to send a shiver up your spine. You try to ignore it, but the tension is too much to ignore now. It’s there in the way his glance flits to you.

warnings: angst angst and more angst. i finished the pitt and this is what came of it. frank and his wife are divorced and have been separated for some time. drinking. feewings.

word count: 3.0k

Day shift was finally ending.

“You alright?” you ask Frank, nudging his shoulder with your own. Truthfully, you wouldn’t be able to move him if you tried. You’re not dainty by any means—four years of Emergency Nursing have ensured that you can hold your own—but Frank is his own beast. He’s sturdy; you know he likes to lift and run at least three times a week, working off adrenaline from long stints in the emergency room.

He shrugs, pulling his old crimson Harvard hoodie over his head. “Oh, yeah, stellar. My ex-wife has my son, and after a stressful shift of saving lives, I get to go home to an empty apartment.” His tone is dry, sarcastic, and beneath it all, you know something inside him is bitterly hurt by the turn his life has taken.

You close your locker—albeit a bit more loudly than probably necessary. “Come on. Me, Mel, Santos, and Robby are going to grab drinks. Your attendance is mandatory.”

He glances sideways at you, shouldering his backpack. “Mandatory, huh? Sounds like I don’t have a choice.”

“You don’t.” You smirk, mirroring his action and slinging your own bag over your shoulder. “You’re broodier than normal, and Robby said if you get any grumpier, he’s going to send you to gastro for an ulcer check.”

“I’m not brooding.” He scoffs. You don’t answer, only peering at him out of the corner of your eyes, a smirk tugging at the side of your lips. 

The two of you exit into the fluorescent-lit hallway and towards the cool night air. Behind and around  you, the E.R. hums, a never-ending blur of motion and crisis. Just another Thursday. 

“You know,” You say carefully. “you don’t have to pretend like everything is fine all the time.”  

Frank stays quiet for a beat, gaze fixed ahead. “I deal with it. That’s enough.”

That silences you. You’ve seen the storm that brews at Frank’s edges. That passion and drive within him. The storm brewing beneath the surface is relentless and all-consuming. It’s what makes him an excellent doctor. It’s what made you soft for him all those years ago, when you had gotten your first job out of college and he started his residency. You both were young, and those late nights and long hours built a bond between you. But Frank had Abby, so you shoved your heart’s desires down to your core, settling for an easy friendship instead.

Frank stops in front of the exit doors, pulling it open for you. “Let’s go. I’ll even buy your first round.”

The grin that splits your face is easy, unforced. “Now you’re talking.”

As you step into the dark Pittsburgh night, cool air greets your skin, a springtime promise of green and flowers coming soon.

The bar is one of those low-lit neighborhood places— wood-paneled walls, baseball and Stanley Cup Playoffs playing on the T.V., the smell of overly sweet liquor and smoke clinging to the air so tightly you’re sure no air freshener could possibly rid the scent. The crew has claimed their regular sticky booth in the corner: Santos is already halfway through a beer, Mel’s nursing something bright pink and looking around as though she’s late for something, and Robby’s telling a story that involves far too many hand gestures.

You slide into the booth across from them. The day’s stress lifting off of your shoulders as you settle next to your friends. Mel immediately brightens. “Long time no see!” 

“We see way too much of each other for people that don’t live together.” You tease, settling down. Abbott grumbles something incoherent from Robby’s side. 

“And you love us anyways.” Whittaker smiles; the boldest he’ll get. 

Frank sits unceremoniously next to you, placing your usual bottle of Angry Orchard Cider in front of you. 

“Hey, he lives!” Santos snarks, a Cheshire Cat smile splitting her face. “Didn’t think Langdon ever left the hospital unless he was dragged out.”

Frank lifts his bottle in a mock toast, “Guess I make exceptions.”

Mel eyes him, skeptical. “You good?”

Frank shrugs, takes a sip. “Define good.”

The table quiets for just a moment, just long enough for the silence to get a little heavy—before Robby jumps in. 

“Alright, enough feelings. Did I tell you about the guy who came in and tried to convince us that he “fell” on his Batman figurine?”

Laughter bubbles up around the table, the prior conversation slipping away and into the din of the bustling bar. Even Frank manages a smile as you tilt your head ever so slightly so that your cheek brushes his shoulder. When he looks down, he can see the way your lips pucker at the bottle opening and your eyelashes flutter contentedly. Something warm and fluttery settles in his core. Something he hasn’t felt before. 

—

“You don’t have to be ‘on’ with us, you know,” you say quietly.

You and Frank have drifted away from the others. The buzz of background chatter fills the space, but neither of you have been talking for a while. He nurses his third beer, watching the bartender cut limes with surgical precision. The two of you have the sides of your legs pressed together despite the large amount of space the bartop offers. Frank is unbelievably warm and you can smell the last bits of cologne and laundry detergent that cling to him.

He doesn’t look at you. “Saying it out loud won’t change anything.”

You lean against the bar, facing him. “No, but maybe it stops it from eating you alive.”

Frank scoffs. “I’m still standing, aren’t I?”

“Yeah,” you say. “But for how long?”

That lands. He doesn’t answer. Just stares at the glass in his hand like it might solve something.

Then, finally: “You’re not wrong. But I don’t know what to do with ‘right’ anymore.”

It’s the most you’ve gotten from him in weeks. Perhaps stupidly, you push it. “It’s not a crime to feel things.”

"Yeah, well... feelings don’t really fix much, do they?"

Frank glances at you briefly, then looks back down at his drink, voice growing lower. 

"But I guess everyone has their moments."

Frank shifts, elbows resting on the counter, his gaze flicking to the door, then the window. Outside, it’s started to rain, tapping lightly on the glass, like the world itself is breathing. You find comfort in it as the bar behind the two of you begins to empty. Mel wraps you in a hug, Santos squeezing your arm, and Robby wishing you and Frank a good night as they brave the rain. 

You don’t want to break the moment, but you can’t help it. "You ever think you could just—stop?" you ask, the question hanging there between you both.

Frank doesn’t answer right away, his thumb running absentmindedly along the lip of his bottle. His jaw tightens for a moment, like he’s weighing the words, but when he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than before, almost hesitant.

"Sometimes," he says, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "But I don’t know what to do if I did. I don’t know how to breathe without it all."

His words feel raw, more honest than he’s been in a long time. The air between you thickens, and it’s hard to ignore the way his shoulders seem to slump just slightly, like he's giving you a glimpse of the side of him that’s usually hidden.

You lean in a little closer, your voice low, careful. "You don’t have to be that person. The one who keeps everything running."

Frank finally looks up at you, his gaze intense—searching, maybe—like he’s seeing you for the first time. His blue eyes soften for just a second before the walls harden back into place.

"You think I have a choice?" he asks, voice a little rougher now. “It’s what I’ve always been and I just- I don’t have that anymore.” 

You hesitate, feeling the weight of the question in the pit of your stomach. You want to reach out, to close the distance between you both, but the moment feels fragile. It’s too soon. This version of Frank isn’t yours. Instead, you settle for a quiet, honest answer.

"I think you do," you say softly, eyes holding his. "But it’s okay if you don’t want to. Not yet."

Frank’s breath catches, and for a long moment, the two of you are locked in that quiet space, neither of you speaking, but both of you feeling everything in the silence. It’s as if everything that’s unsaid is hanging between you, suddenly too real to ignore, too important to push aside.

Finally, Frank shifts, a chair behind him scraping softly against the floor as he leans in slightly—closer than he’s ever been, closer than you expected. His eyes flick to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting your gaze again. Your lips part, breath catching. 

"You’re something else," he mutters, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It's the first real smile you’ve seen tonight, and it hits you like lightning, hot, white energy reaching down to your toes

Your heart skips a beat. You want to say something—anything—to keep this moment from slipping away, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, you simply let the quiet between you deepen. 

Too soon, he pulls away, leaving you a flushed mess in front of him. “Let me walk you home.”  

You nod, finishing off the last of your drink as if it could possibly make your forget exactly what just transpired between the two of you.

And then, without thinking, you reach out, just a little, your hand brushing against his. It’s a small gesture, but the contact feels electric. He doesn’t pull away, and when you look up, his eyes have softened again, something unspoken passing between you.

His voice drops lower. "Don’t do that. You know what happens when you do."

You can feel the tension, the unacknowledged weight of what’s been building up between you both for so long. But tonight, the words are no longer necessary. Instead, it’s in the way your fingers linger on his, the way his breath seems to hitch just slightly when he looks at you again—closer, too close to be just casual.

For a moment, the world outside doesn’t matter. Not the patients, not the work, not the endless chaos. Just the feeling of being here—together, in this quiet space you’ve created, where everything else can wait. 

Frank squeezes your hand once. “Ready to go?” It’s not a question. He knows you are. But he still checks, ensuring you know exactly what he’s going to do next.

The air between you both feels thicker now on the walk, charged with something unspoken. Frank hasn’t let go of your hand, but his eyes flicker between them and the sidewalk in front of you, a nervous uncertainty threading through them. You feel the pulse of it—the space between what has always been  “friends” and the new possibility of something more.

His thumb brushes the back of your hand, just once, but it’s enough to send a shiver up your spine. You try to ignore it, but the tension is too much to ignore now. It’s there in the way his glance flits to you. You stop in front of your apartment building, facing each other. 

The rain has slowed now, small drops that hit your clothes, but not enough to leave a wet mark. They dry before the next one hits. 

Frank’s voice comes out quietly, hoarse, like he’s fighting something, pushing it down. "You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?"

You swallow hard, the words getting stuck in your throat. But you don’t pull away. Instead, you press your fingers against his, just enough to show you’re still here. “Maybe I do.”

His gaze sharpens, like a challenge in his eyes. His fingers twitch against yours, but he holds back, still caught somewhere between wanting to pull you closer and keeping his distance. You can almost see the wheels turning in his head.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, the space between you so close you can feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

You don’t answer immediately. Instead, you lean just a fraction closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. Your heart beats a little faster now, conflict pulsing in your core. Years of yearning finally culminating in this moment. It’s all been a dull drone, a bruise that only hurts when you press at the right angle. 

You shift on your feet, your face so close to his now that you can count the tiny flecks of gold in his stormy eyes. The quiet between you is heavy, pulsing with every breath. Your fingers move, brushing against his again, and this time, there’s nothing tentative about it. He raises his other hand, brushing his fingers over your cheek bone with a butterfly touch. 

It’s a fairytale moment. Years of wanting him, loving him, for all he’s truly been. Not the charade he puts on for everyone, not the excruciating effort he felt he always to put in for Abby just so she might feel even a fraction of love for him. It’s every damn daydream you’ve had finally coming true. It’s real, it’s warm, and as his lips finally finally brush against yours- 

It’s not right.

Because this version of Frank doesn’t belong to you. This version of Frank is aching and lonely, looking for whatever comfort anyone can provide him. You can’t be the one to warm his bed tonight, hoping he’ll be there when you wake up. You don’t think your heart could take it if he wasn’t. 

Despite every alight nerve in your body begging you to stay, your eyes flutter open.

You pull away, just a fraction, just enough to break the spell. Frank blinks like he’s waking up from something he didn’t mean to fall into. His hand is still on your cheek. Yours is still wrapped around his.

“I can’t.” You breathe, heart shattering as the words leave your lips. “This version of you doesn’t belong to me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

Frank doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe. “What the hell does that mean?”

You step back, forcing space. The air feels colder immediately, no longer comforting. “It means this—whatever this is—you’re not here because you want me. You’re here because you’re tired. Because you’re lonely. Because you’re drowning and I just happen to be here.”

He flinches. The words sting, even if he knows they’re true.

“That’s not what this is,” he says firmly, but it’s too defensive, the same tone he uses when advocating for a stubborn patient. 

You meet his eyes. “Isn’t it?” You ask weakly.

Frank takes a breath like he’s about to argue, but nothing comes out. Instead, he just scrubs a hand down his face, tense and restless. “So what, you want me to pretend I don’t feel better when I’m around you? That I can’t finally fucking breathe when I’m around you, even just sitting there, not talking?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you reply, tears welling in your eyes. “I know you’re carrying a lot. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. But you can’t dump it all at my feet and then kiss me like it doesn’t mean something, like it’s just another release valve.”

Frank steps forward. Just one step. Close again. His eyes are dark, unreadable. “And if it does mean something?”

Your breath catches. “Then maybe figure out what that something is before you ask me to jump with you. I can’t do it. I’ve- I’ve wanted you for too long.”

The silence between you stretches, taut and heavy. Neither of you blink. Neither of you breathe. He looks at you like he’s trying to memorize your face, like he's afraid it’ll disappear if he turns away too fast or says something too quickly.

“I didn’t plan this,” he mutters. “You know that, right?” He says it like a vow, and you know, you just know, that it’s true. 

“I know,” you say. “But that doesn’t make it fair.”

He looks down, thumb absently rubbing at a scar near his knuckle. You’ve seen him do it in the E.R. when things get tense. You’ve never told him you noticed. You’re not sure he could handle being seen like that right now.

“You think I’m using you.”

You hesitate, a lump rising in your throat.  “I think you’re using this—the quiet, the closeness, the way it feels easier when you’re with me. And maybe that’s not the same as using me, but it’s just not something I can do.”

Frank nods once. Slow. Measured. And then he lets out a laugh, low and bitter. “You’re probably smarter than me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“No,” he says, stepping back this time. “But it explains why you’re the one walking away.”

“I’m not walking away.” You snap, clenching your fists. 

“Aren’t you? When was the last time you took a risk? You’re so scared to get hurt that you won’t do anything that could possibly lead to something you want.” He says it factually, sharply. You’ve hurt him, you know that, and he’s reaching for whatever he can to make you feel how he does. 

You blink, stunned by his words. In all your time together, he’s never said anything so cruel to you. 

“Whatever.” His eyes are still locked on yours. His shoulders are still hunched. “I wanted you. As you were then, as you are now.”

You almost stop him. You almost say something—anything—to soften it. But you don’t. Because this needs to hurt, or it won’t mean anything later.

He turns toward the street, pausing under the glow of the flickering streetlamp. His hands are in his pockets, his shoulders hunched forward like they’ve finally caved.

Something breaks inside you, realizing he truly is leaving. “Frank-”

“I’ll see you around,” he calls without turning.

And then he’s gone.

You don’t go inside right away. You stand frozen on the stoop, feeling the place where his hand had just been, the warmth fading from your skin as the tears finally fall.

[dollyzdaydreamz]

sam winchester x fem! reader w/bad eyesight

rose colored glasses

description: sore, showered, and half-asleep, your glasses are forgotten somewhere across the room. even through the blur, you can’t help watching sam as he massages your aching legs, gentle and unbothered like it’s second nature. everything’s a little fuzzy, a little hazy, but he’s still the clearest thing in the room.

for my beloved blind girlies `(*>﹏<*)′

fluff • suggestive • sfw • established relationship • 1k words

The ceiling fan turned lazily overhead, its soft whir blending with the low static of the T.V. The shower had left the room damp and warm, a thin fog clinging to the mirror above the sink and curling the edges of a forgotten newspaper on the nightstand.

You lay sprawled across the bed, damp hair leaving dark patches on the pillowcase. A fluffy motel bathrobe clung to your waist, the tie around your middle half undone, threatening to expose your chest and stomach, but you couldn’t be bothered to fix it. 

The sheets were cool against your skin, your legs bare and freshly scrubbed from the hunt earlier, the one that had the three of you tearing through the woods at sunset in pursuit of a shapeshifter. The adrenaline had long since worn off, leaving only the dull, pulsing ache in your calves.

You winced a little, shifting your leg.

Sam was by the tiny kitchenette, flipping through his phone, probably checking in with Dean.

“You okay?” His voice was warm, low, just a little rough around the edges from the day. Concern tugged at his brows the way it always did, that familiar furrow that made you fall for him a little more every time.

You shook your head. “Yeah, just sore. All that running today…my legs are pissed.”

He gave a quiet hum and set the phone down. A moment later, the mattress dipped as he settled beside your legs.

“You should’ve said something.”

You rolled onto your side, smiling faintly. “You’re tired too. I didn’t wanna whine.”

He gave you a look that made you feel like you were being ridiculous in the sweetest way, his fingers nudging your robe higher to get to your thighs.

“Since when do I let you suffer in silence?” he muttered, more to himself than to you. 

Your breath caught as his large hands began to work gently over your legs. You hadn’t meant to react, but his all encompassing touch was too warm, too much. 

The massage itself was firm but comforting, his thumbs digging into just the right places like he knew your muscles by memory. And he probably did.

It didn’t help that the mere sight of his hands encompassing your legs so effortlessly, blossomed a slow heat deep in your belly. 

Sam would be on you in a heartbeat, but you were too exhausted to say anything. 

“Sam,” you murmured, squirming just a little,  “you don’t have to—”

“Shh.”  He interrupted gently, the corner of his mouth quirking. “I know.”

You writhed, suppressing a giggle when his hands moved up higher on your thigh. “You might be the only person I know with ticklish legs,” he teased under his breath.

You sighed into the pillow, letting your body melt. The ticklishness gave way to the haze of drowsiness, and soon everything started to blur, vision fuzzy, limbs warm, the room wrapped in a gauzy kind of softness that made it hard to hold onto thought.

You blinked at him through bleary eyes,  head tilted toward where he sat beside you, half-watching TV as his hand rested on your knee.

You squinted, trying to admire him, but your damn vision just wouldn’t cooperate.

Sam noticed, of course.

“What?” he asked, smiling without looking away from the screen.

“You’re blurry,” you mumbled.

He glanced at you, brow lifting in amusement. “Where are your glasses?”

You gave a lazy shrug, still half-buried in the pillow. “Somewhere…”

He shook his head fondly, sighing as he rose from the bed. “What would you do without me?”

“Be blind as a bat,” you shrugged. 

He chuckled as he padded across the room, the wooden floor creaking under his socks.

He returned a moment later, holding the rose colored frames between his fingers. 

You blinked up at him as he carefully slid them onto your face, fingertips brushing your temples with featherlight care like he was touching something precious.

“There,” he murmured.

You caught his hand before he could pull away, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse fluttered. “Thanks.”

He hummed in response, lips twitching into that soft dimply smile he gave only to you.

Sam climbed onto the bed, one arm slipping beneath your neck, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You nestled into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of cologne and motel soap clinging to his skin.

You looked up at him, and this time, you could finally see him clearly. 

The slope of his nose, the soft mess of brown hair brushing his nape, those big sparkly eyes, that little mole…

Sam’s eyes flitted down at you, grinned softly at your silent doting. 

He leaned down, lips almost brushing yours–

And bumped into your glasses. 

He pulled back with a soft groan,  “Seriously?”

You laughed, “You’re the one who put them on me.”

He huffed and slipped them off your face again, setting them on the nightstand with a little roll of his eyes.

You frowned. 

“Now I can’t see you again.” 

“You’ve seen me enough,” he teased, lips skimming your cheek.

You leaned into him as he finally kissed you. 

Slow, familiar, lingering. 

Your heart leapt as his hand came up to cradle the side of your face to deepen the kiss, groaning a little like he couldn’t help himself.

His lips drifted along your jaw, soft and reverent. One hand found the knot in your robe and tugged it loose, and you shivered as his fingers grazed the warm skin beneath.

Then he pulled away, leaning back slightly, and the shape of him blurred again.

“Hey,” you whispered, pushing up onto your elbows and squinting. “Come back.”

You flushed as Sam peeled off his shirt, revealing the muscle beneath. As he tossed his shirt aside, he caught your expression and chuckled softly, “Bet you wish you could see now, huh?”

He leaned back down, eyes shimmering as they gazed into yours.

“Smug jerk,” you murmur, pinching the side of his rib in retaliation.

Outside, a breeze rustled the trees, casting moonlit shadows across the familiarity of his face, wincing half heartedly.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled, suppressing a grin as he intertwined your offending hand with his and kissed the pulse on your wrist in apology, the sweet gesture making your heart flutter.

Inside, the world felt far away, blurred edges and warm touches, rose-colored and quiet.

ty for all the lil notes and reblogs on my previous posts ::>_<::

why is laying on your side in bed with glasses on so difficult, sighhh… my poll showed that yall wanted a sam x fairy!reader too, lmk if its worth writing cause i dont want that shit to flop loll

[theegyal]

⛧ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊 +18,

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝟹 : 𝒱𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝑦 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯

⚠️: Gothic, psychosexual romance, slight horror, vampire lore, manipulation, toxic power dynamics, anal, blowjob, paranoia,subconscious fantasies

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𝙼����𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, 10 : 𝙰𝙼 𓅓

Morning came. It always did. That was the problem.

The warmth of dawn had long since passed, and yet she remained curled in her single bed, body heavy, breath shallow, limbs curled tight like a closing bloom. Annie laid on her side, still dressed in yesterday’s uniform, damp in the creases, salt-stained under her arms.

The first thing she felt was soreness. A deep, low ache in her hips and inner thighs—dull, slow, spreading. Her muscles clenched when she tried to stretch. Something in her lower back throbbed like she’d been bent too long, or somehow too far.

The second thing was heat. Not fevered, not sickly. Just…a foolish painful hotness between her legs, beneath her belly. As if her body had remembered something her mind still refused to name.

Her pillow smelled like sweat and scalp. Her thighs stuck together. The servant quarter was quiet in that too-perfect way—well, the explanation was understandable, the demonic twins were sleeping.

The entity that penetrated her yesterday was certainly not a mirage ? She had felt a materialized phallus stretching her flower. Or maybe she had imagined it ?

She rose up cautiously.

Her feet touched the freezing floor. She moved to the wash basin, splashed water on her face, rubbed the grit from her eyes. When she looked up, her reflection greeted her.

It smiled.

She didn’t.

The expression vanished before she could blink.

“Please Lord, I promise to never curse again. And eat vegetables and visit my grandmother grave—” She shuddered.

Annie was exhausted. Her brain hasn’t caught up with her body yet. It was too early to play ghost and horror films scripts.

She hurried inside the vintage shower — They truly need to update the amenities, this old style not even suited the 1920s. She let the waterfall sink onto her — from her hair to her toes.

Back her chamber, she dressed with precision: a long-sleeved cotton blouse, thicker than usual, her skirt, longer than regulation and panties. Oh Black Jesus, she wore two pairs this time, she had learned her lesson. She tied her apron so tight it cut into her middle then finished her grooming by braiding her coiled hair into cornrows.

Bravery obliged, she lifted her chin again to look at herself in the mirror. The odd, strangely copy inside it, totally disappeared.

��𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒, 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟. She thought .

Usually she would’ve thrown a slicing remark but today she didn’t speak. She was simply too drained for any sarcasm.

The kitchen was quiet when she passed through. She stayed away from the north corridor, where the floors creaked differently. Avoided the library, she had stopped finding solace in books. She kept to the south wing—linear, warm, blessed by the sun. The long stained-glass windows cast fractured color across the tile, white and honey-gold, and she made her path between the patches like a child avoiding cracks.

This new morning at the Moore Estate was calm. Pleasant and extremely natural.

She scrubbed dishes too clean. Peeled potatoes she didn’t need.

Hummed villagers songs, the one her grandmother use to sing.

She even invented chores to keep herself busy.

Elijah and Elias didn’t appear.

The house didn’t speak.

Nevertheless, the chandelier above her flickered each time she passed beneath it. A chair in the drawing room moved an inch to the left. And every time she paused long enough to listen, she had the feeling—just for a second—that something behind the walls was breathing with her.

“Can’t wait til Saturday” she groaned. The agency allowed a day off per week and hers was on Saturday. She’ll embrace her old apartment, watch T.V, order foods — real cooked ones.

By late afternoon, Annie began to feel like she could shoot good senses at her sanity again.The ache remained. Her body still pulsed in places and tight areas, it shouldn’t. But her hands had steadied. Her voice stopped trembling, when she finally whispered to herself :

“You’re fine. You’re fine.”

With a greenish vacuum in hands. She stepped into the particular lounge.

“I’m wondering where she went after that” Annie muttered, her thoughts drifting to the elegant blonde woman who was cradling Elias yesterday. The poor woman’s body convulsed so much when Elijah was feasting on her — did she dies ?

As if she wanted to chase bugs away, Annie waved her free hand in front of her face.

She turned on the machine and started cleaning. She vacuumed everywhere : carpets, under tables, walls. And then came close to an odd vanity.

“A vanity ? Here. They’re sure narcissists” Again she was judging. So confidently until she met her reflection in the mirror.

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At first, it was simply Annie Franc.

Pale blouse. Pressed apron. Deep brown roundish eyes. Braids slicking her features tighter than usual.

The sordid machination began when she reached to wipe the dust from the frame.

The glass lagged and inside the mirror, her alter ego was moving with a sensuality that wasn’t hers.

She — the wicked Annelise— tilted her head back, exposing her throat, eyes half-lidded. Her dark skin glistened. Her apron was already unfastened, blouse—open, sliding down one shoulder, breasts swaying as she moved, huge and bare, her chocolatey nipples rigidly on the verge of milking.

Behind her, the twins stood.

Elias approached first, grinning, robe-less, drooling with his pointy ivory fangs out. His eyes drugged with anticipation. His hands gripped mirror-Annie’s throat with mock gentleness as he whispered filth into her ear. Her mirror-self giggled, sugary and soothe, a laugh Annie had never heard escape her own lips.

The royal-charming yet gloomier brother—Elijah, remained still for seconds to minutes, driving his gaze directly at the other side of the mirror.

Was it looking at her ? No, no. None of this real from the fucking start !

Summoned, he stepped in behind her alter-ego and Stack. Watching.

His very presence sufficed to compress the air. So suffocating that the glass shattered.

Mirror-Annie’s knees buckled.

She dropped—not pushed neither pulled—sinking to the ground. Elias, smirked clown-like, licking his fingers as he dragged her forward by the back of her head. His big cock already engorged, moist with pre-cum, nudged against her pudgy cheek — she bowed her head of false humiliation. Futile. She was immediately yanked on right place by Elias hard slap. His shaft grew close to her parted lips, feeding her obedience.

The real Annie moaned, seizing the edge of the credenza for balance.

The gasp escaped her throat wet by her own greedy tongue. She could feel the fleshy meat of the young master inside her mouth. She wanted to be one drying him out.

No

No

No

These monsters mustn’t succeed at stirring such sluttiness, from her.

“Fuck—” she panted, closing her eyes.

All of sudden, Elijah Moore invaded her mind, violating her psyche. His voice leisurely echoed in every nerves of her brain :

“Look at her . Admire your filthiness, your truthful crudeness.”

Annie’s breath caught when her eyes snapped open.

The mirror scene had changed. This time she was bent forward, on all fours—both twins behind her. Elijah kissing the nape of her neck. Elias forcing her hips, fat ass higher, parting her thighs obscenely wide.

The real Annie watched herself get devoured. Not metaphorically but literally.

The twins mouths were at her core, drinking. Her pussy stretched and sucked, gaped and swallowed. Elias slide open her slit, flicked her clitoris with his tongue until her hips jerked. Elijah circled a long single finger around her brown tight asshole, rubbing the stretchy flesh languidly, then thrust it in her anus without warning. In the mirror, Annie’s wicked half grunted, moaned exquisitely. Her bronze complexion flushed. Her mouth, totally full from the blowjob she gave to Elias, drooled cum and saliva.

And, in the stillness of the lounge room, the real Annie came.

She didn’t touch herself — Holy Mary, her fucking feverish carcass was too aroused to even move a finger ! —.

Her pussy gushed onto her thighs, soaking through both pairs of panties.

The lubricious liquid burst out, streaming down her legs, a sticky juice of translucent orgasm, so intense she crashed on the ground.

Her fingers clenched the cold floor she was vehemently vacuuming minutes ago. Her back arched. Her nipples grazed against the cloth of her uniform. Her whole body was in trance, convulsing with delight.

She wouldn’t close her eyes. Not a second time.

‘Do you fancy pornography Ms Annelise Franc’

The older master — Elijah’s word resonated in her brain, shameful.

She did.

In this moment.

Annie did fancy seeing herself,fucked by those powerful creatures—vampires.

She had to look passionately.

Now Elias was dragging his tongue along the inside of her thigh, lips stained red, fingers curved into her cunt.

Elijah who was working her bootyhole, got up, strode back of few steps and stood behind her — watching the facetiae. His eyes squinted, predatory and hungry.

He wrapped an hand around the base of his thick dick, stroking his length sluggishly.

Elijah’s palm ran over the head of his swollen cock, spreading the leaking precum like lacquer. His other hand glide down on his heavy balls, teasing them as he contemplated his brother feast.

Elias buried his face between Annie alter-ego’s thighs—starved, his tongue drsgging from the opening of her slit to the raw pearl of her clit. He made lecherous squelchy noises while he ate her. Greedy, obscene slurps that complimented his performance.

“She’s sweeter than the little Muscadine grapes in Delta,” he groaned against her cunt, lifting his face just enough for the words to reach Elijah. His chin gleamed red. “And she’s going to cry when you split her open, brother.”

Mirror-Annie writhed. Her knuckles whitened against the floor. Her body pulsed under her tormentor’s mouth, her hips trembling from each suction.

The real Annie’s hands gripped her apron, twisting the fabric as she stared. Her own clit started throbbing again under the already wet double layer of cotton—hot, stiff, demanding.

Elias rammed two fingers into Annie reflection’s cooze, twisting, spreading, scissoring as his tongue lurched faster. He curled his two fingers up and cooed, “Tight little cradle. Can’t wait to ruin it. But it’s not my turn today��

He spit on her reddish hole and went back to devouring, sucking her folds like fruit pulp.

Then Elijah moved.

He stepped, at the rear of her haunches. One hand still groping, stroking his penis, the other parting her ass cheeks. His fingers slid down to her back entrance, still juddering, creaming from his earlier invasion. He pressed a thumb against her rim and paused.

“Breathe,” he uttered, spitefully. “You might need it.”

Annie whorish alter’s whole body thrashed forward from the first thrust.

Elijah didn’t ease in. He filled her, in one long, punishing shove—burying every inch of his huge, veiny cock in her anus, tearing her rectum apart, until her spine bowed like a snapped violin string. She wailed around Elias’s cock, stuffed in her mouth, deep inside her throat.

The real Annie lushly sobbed in silence. Her core beating to the point she craved for her hands to frig her fluttered, gaping vagina.

There was no touch on her body—and yet she felt everything. The stretch. The burn. The lewd clench of her own ass as Elijah fucked her mirror-self from behind.

He gripped her hips like a vice, his thrusts devastating. Per usual, he sang no words. No praise. We could only hear the soggy slap of skin and the cruel rhythm of discipline. His thrusts never weakened. He was possessing, claiming what morality, dignity left in her.

The jolly monster, Elias, meanwhile, fucked her face. Not roughlyyet. He first taunted her with his dick. Slow strokes, shallow at first, letting her taste the great shape of him before plunging deeper.

“Make it messy, my precious lamb,” he purred, voice silky soaked in venom. “Let your spit roll down my shaft. Let my brother hear how desperate you sound gagging. Yes, darling, keep pleasing the lords of the house”

Mirror-Annie’s throat spasmed. Her eyes rolled back, hands clawing the floor. Her breasts dragged against the ground, nipples stiff and weeping.

And then—Annie came again. Messier than the first time. She flooded the lounge dried floor with her juice. Creamy foam mixed with sticky water.

On the ground, she was sitting. Degraded in her own fluids.

Those fucking two pairs of panties were useless.

Her teeth clenched to hold back the moan—but it escaped anyway, a sob of shame and pleasure so raw it rang off the room walls.

The mirror fogged. Inside, the twins moved faster, unrestrained. Their grunts layered into a frantic rhythm. Elias, moaning into her mouth. Elijah, hissing behind her, his thrusts brutal, shaking her whole body with each blow.

Real-Annie couldn’t bear it no more. She loathed herself for sliding her fingers down the glutinous river beneath her double panties walls.

The woman who’d once sworn she’d never let any man own her body was now sobbing on the floor, sopping wet, begging with her eyes for the salacious vision to continue.

Elijah leaned over mirror-Annie’s large back now, forcing his fangs, biting cruelly into her nape with a sudden, primal hunger. Blood streamed down her spine, mixing with sweat. His hips kept slamming forward, violently, brutally , inhumanly.

Elias came first.

He grunted, laughing through his release as he pushed deep into mirror-Annie’s throat, filling her mouth with his seed. It spilled out around her lips, down her chin, onto her tits.

Elijah came second.

He snarled low in his throat and pierced her flesh harder as he came inside her ass, blood pouring down like a the Red Sea.

On the other side, the real Annie gathered strength to get up. Her uniform wet, like a toddler that had piss on himself.

The mirror cracked.

She fled, ditching the vacuum and other cleaning tools.

“I’m going to kill these demons !” She announced to herself, as she stormed out the lounge, full of rage.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Rage fueled her limbs as she walked the gothic stairs by two. Annie’s shoes left wet prints in the hallway, her apron twisted, her inner thighs still tacky from the cum between her legs.

It was their entire fault.

She marched in direction to the north wing like a possessed woman.

“Three damn days are enough !” she muttered, wrenching open one lacquered door after the other. “They think they can manipulate my brain and leave me in despair ?”

“Fucking demons !” she barked, moving past portraits that seemed to leer. “You’ll pay the price” she didn’t give a damn about her safety. One of them could appear and slaughter her on spot. She couldn’t care less.

She found the twins in the smoking room. Elijah was seated, legs crossed, gray and blue suit gracing his form. Elias sprawled along the velvet chaise, flipping through a book of 19th-century illustrations of surgical tools.

Neither looked startled. That infuriated her more.

“You sick fucks,” Annie hissed. “You think this is funny?”

Elijah glared at her. Menacingly.

Elias raised a brow. “Morning to you too,love”

“Don’t act clueless,” she spat. “Why are you doing this ? You were in the mirror. Both of you. You made me—”

Her voice broke. She pointed, trembling.

“You—you made me watch while you—while she—you assaulted me”

Elijah sucked his teeth. Anger running through his veins. But he remains calm. It was a thing to curse and called them demons —as he read in her thoughts—But it was another accusing them of violating her.

“Dear Annelise, be careful with your words. We have been in this space since morning,” he said. His voice was sandpaper in sunlight.

“Bullshit!” She lost it.

Her senses of danger.

The fucking etiquette, taught by her manager.

Annie turned on her heel. “Might the dear Moore masters come see it.” She mouthed sarcastically, then added with more irascibility “Come fucking see what you did.”

Elias looked at his brother, grinning. “The cat grew sharp claws”

“I’ll indulge her,” Elijah sighed, rising up, annoyed.

They tagged after her, back to the lounge where the vacuum still lay abandoned, tangled in its own cord.

Annie blustered, one hand crashing at her hips.

“There. Look.”

But the mirror was ordinary. Still and clean.

No alter-ego. No vampire twins. No fog. No fucking, cracked glass.

Only the faint sound of the cleaning machine humming.

And, lower down, on the ground, close to it, a glistening patch of liquid.

Pale. Sticky. Shining.

Elias whistled high with a cocky beam spreading over his face.

Elijah advanced forward, crouching with cold delicacy. He ran one finger along the puddle and studied it under the faint filter of sunlight that barely penetrated into the room.

“Mmh,” he murmured, as though studying art. “I would loved to hope this is cleaning water, dear Annelise” he breathed.

Humiliated, Annie lost her composure. Her fiery rage drained like a wineglass tipped over, replacing by a clinging embarrassment. She stood frozen. Not because of his implication but the way he said it. The softness that only made it more condescending.

“You—You saw it. You were both—”

Elijah rose slowly, brushing his fingers clean against a silk handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. Every movement precise, aristocratic, maddening.

“Miss Franc,” he said, tone slicing, “I’m afraid hysteria doesn’t suit your complexion.”

Elias chuckled, toothpick bobbing as he grinned. “She’s a dramatic little thing, isn’t she?”

Elijah ignored his sassy brother.

“My patience knows extremely tight bounds, Annie.” He threatened, eyes sticking to the viscous spot. “Be careful to not cross any red lines.”

The words should’ve cut. Instead, they melted.

Annie’s eyes dropped in submission. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Shame wrapped around her chest like gauze, but beneath it, something else stirred. Something worse. Inadequate for the situation.

Desire.

Elijah turned his head slightly toward the light, and her breath caught. God. He was beautiful. The sun, weak as it was through the pompous windows, grazed the edge of his cheekbone.

He was painfully and unspeakably noble and refined.

She hated him.

She hated the way her eyes traced the slope of his jaw, the straight line of his nose, the shaded veins under his brown pecan skin. She hated the way he wore cruelty like silk. How everything about him was clean, veiled and neat—until it wasn’t.

He was a weapon in suit.

And yet…

Annie’s eyes lingered. On the faint shadow of a fang behind his lower lip. On the lines at the corner of his mouth that deepened.

Elijah Moore was magnificent.

“I’m afraid to not be the God you must worship” He spoke out of blue “You’re staring. Want to burn a hole on my face, Ms Franc ?”

Annie eyes fell down her shoes instantly, her voice breaking. “No—Sir I—I wasn’t—”

“Sir ? Thought we were fuckers” Elijah groaned, amused. “Enough. Clean your mess and come to the office” He concluded, leaving the lounge.

“Yes, Mr Moore” She responded.

“Ha Ha, don’t take it personally, sweetheart. He is just not the fun type. And I should add, you’re not of his peculiar taste. Poor rabbit, pray to not fall for the wrong one”

Elias followed this twin on these harsh, yet accurate words.

They were gone.

Annie stood in the lounge alone.

Mind fogged.

Pussy aching.

Her hand ghosted to her chest.

He didn’t even touch her.

And yet somehow, he’d reached further inside her than any man ever had.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝟷𝟸:𝙰𝙼 𓅓

The heavy door clicked shut behind them. Silence, imposing and loud, wrapped around the smoking room’s walls.

Elijah resumed his seat. He reached for a pipe—blackened mahogany with silver filigree—and highlighted it with a bold struck match. Tobacco smoke curled into the air, forming bows.

Elias made a beeline for the drinks trolley. He poured two fingers of century-aged whiskey into a crystal glass and swirled it nonchalantly before taking a sip.

“Sick bastard,” he mewled, his tone glinting with amusement. “I’m in awe every single time.”

Elijah gave no reply. He kept puffing up his pipe

“You lie through your teeth. Acting innocent, while you’re the one orchestrating all that shit. The dining room and now the mirror ?” The young twin fifed, obviously proud, admiring his brother performance.

“I told no lie.” Elijah exhaled a stream of smoke, serene. “I merely let her see what her subconscious already made.”

Elias widened his eyes, tossing his head back ”Oh ?”

“She cast the roles. We only took the stage. If one thing, she actually used and abused us” Elijah sneered, constraining a scornful laugh.

One Elias did not bother hiding, infusing the grayed space with his mocking melody.

He sipped again on his alcohol, eyes glittering. “She’s filthier than I imagined. A virgin who fantasizes so violently on her own, this is certainly unexpected.”

“She’s untouched and repressed” Elijah inhaled on his pipe again, voice unshaken. “Not pure and innocent”.

Elias hummed a pleased response, agreeing with his brother’s analysis.

“Her shame will strangle her long before we do,” Elijah added. “She’s more afraid of wanting us than of being taken.” He guffawed, totally out of character, cruder than his customary, demure demeanor.

“Hmm so ? That makes her… what? The perfect meal ?” Elias joked.

“The perfect contradiction.”

A pause.

Elias rolled his empty glass between his palms. “I don’t understand Smoke”, the dandy scarcely called his brother by his nickname, meaning the tension grew thick.

“So why summon her to the office, if you’re not planning to taste her?”

“To offer her clarity,” Elijah chanted, standing upright, from his seat.

“Oh, so now we do charity ?” Elias rolled his eyes, emptying his glass. “Never did I met food who consent to get eat”

“This is exactly why, you always end up filling out our pantry, Stack.” The older scolded. “ I’ll advance her day off and hand her bills. I’m sure she’ll run to a gynecologist. To confirm that no one touched her. Let her ease her suspicions.”

“You’re giving the lamb money?” Elias snorted. “That’s soo romantic.”

“Elias…” Elijah growled, flames dancing in his irises. “I enjoy fear. not confusion. I want her lucid. Rattled. Curious. When I fuck her and swallow her essence,I want her to know.”

“To feel it.”

“To choose it,” he corrected, though his smile curled like a knife. “Right before I tear her apart. I guess a voyeur like you can’t fathom the idea”

“Oh Oh Oh stop it Mr Moore ! I almost got my dong crushing my pants” Elias, theatrically mimicked obscene gestures.

“Aargh— You’re disgusting, get out”

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Play You Don’t Own Me by Joan Jett

[11rosebunny]

BEHAVE | Marc Snuffy x Fem!Reader

summary… when being offered to go on a live interview, you accepted the contract with snuffy being supportive. however, when he watches the live stream—he witnesses you grow an attitude and makes you learn a lesson

warnings… smut, spanking, faux sympathy, a bit of a mean!snuffy, degrading (only once), restrained arms (reader has arms tied) comfort at end

word count… 1.4k

a/n… so glad you like the hc of snuffy being into spanking haha. i was a bit worried if some weren’t to like the topic with him even though i felt that it fit his character. anyways, thank you for the request anon!

It was a small argument when it first happened. The drive home from the studio where it aired you being interviewed as Snuffy’s wife was scheduled to be during the same time he had a playful match against France. Initially, the two of you were planning to go together but ultimately decided it was best Marc would go to play his match which ended up with you two parting ways.

It’s rare for you to receive emails of being offered to be aired on a T.V channel. Thousands of people were finally going to meet the famous players wife on live and answer some personal questions to get the viewers intrigued. Despite the fact Snuffy couldn’t be there physically, he promised you to watch your interview after his game. Fortunately, it was also about the same time the show would be live.

Currently, Snuffy sat in the men’s locker room, drying off from his shower with his phone in hand. His naked body was still dripping with water, not caring about the cold air that hit his torso. He at least threw on a clean pair of boxers for decency to shield his lower half before quickly clicking on the live show.

After the series of commercial breaks, the interview finally started, with you sitting on a sofa and presumably, the person who was interviewing you was a male around your age.

Odd, Snuffy had never seen him before.

He knew there were thousands of interviewers around the world. He’s even gotten offers overseas where shows would pay for his full flight and hotel room just to see the famous football player at their studio. He’s done it before as well. Being in plenty of interviewers before, Snuffy honestly thought the person he would see beside you on live would be someone he was familiar with. But it wasn’t.

He brought the face towel that was hanging on his shoulder to the top of his head to dry the little water droplets that were falling down his nose. His eyes never once left the screen even while trying to care for himself, only eager to see how your interview will go. It started off normal, just a brief introduction of the show’s studio and who their special guest was on the new episode. There was even a live crowd, though Marc knew they were most likely paid actors to follow the simple of instructions to; clap, laugh, and awe.

And before he knew it, the show started and ended quickly with him absolutely irritated.

His fingers held the stirring wheel tighter than usual. His elbow propped up on the open window shield where the back of his hand covered his mouth from saying any more. The ring on his hand that was driving the car shined through the rear view mirror as he flickered his eyes to the object to scan your figure. You were upset too, looking out on your side of the car’s window and legs scrunched away from him. Snuffy blinked away furrowing his brows.

“You know what you did was wrong,” His voice boomed after the only sounds that were heard throughout the car ride was shouting just seconds ago. Your eyes remained glued to the moving images of the scenery before you. Night sky starry and roads practically empty with a car passing by every now and then.

“…”

“Well you could have at least shown up, Marc.”

Ouch.

The blonde man let out an exasperated exhale, already fed up with the excessive amount of arguing you two just had moments before.

“That still doesn’t excuse you to call your husband dead beat, am I right?”

“You can’t be serious right now…!” You finally snapped your head at his figure. He continued to stare at the gloomy road as you stared back at him in disbelief.

“It was a stupid joke! The crowd was laughing and the person interviewing me even—“

“Hah!” He suddenly laughed taking you by surprise. “Yeah? You had a joyful time with him alright.”

You went quiet. Your eyes were wide and filled with beyond belief. Your husband looked away from the road for a split second, almost praying to calm himself down.

“…What is wrong with you?” Your voice barely came out in a whisper

Snuffy turned his face to yours, “What’s wrong with me?” He repeated with a hiding smile.

He slowly took his eyes off you, tracing the canine of his teeth with his tongue while still smiling. Once his eyes were back on the roach, he then placed his other hand on the wheel. You continued to eye him uttered by his behaviour.

“I’ll tell you when we get home,” His hands gripped the stirring wheel for dear life.

He was still heated with rage, though he kept a neutral atmosphere for the rest of the car ride home. He still continued to open the car door for you, take your bags inside, unlock the house and set aside his and your belongings in your shared bedroom. The blonde-haired male did not speak even when getting ready for bed together, however. All had changed when the both of you were finally atop your bedsheets, with you yelping loudly beneath him.

“Mm,” He hummed soothing the flesh of your ass with his right palm, the other held softly on the back of your other thigh soothingly. Snuffy’s eyes were glued on the way you began to soak through your pretty underwear, each time growing wetter and wetter whenever you received a harsh strike on your ass.

“Had enough?” He questioned taking in every detail of the way your flesh grew hotter and hotter when his rough hand came down on your skin.

Your arms were tied behind your back with the help of his belt, your lower half hanging high in the air waiting to be soothed with any remorse Snuffy still had in him.

Perhaps it was still partially your fault for poking fun at your husband during the interview, starting the argument of him not showing up and worst of all—acting a bit too friendly with the male interviewer. But you didn’t know, it was still your first time being aired on live.

He almost chuckled at the way you wiggled your butt in front of him, your cries muffled due to your head being shoved into the mattress.

“M’ sorry, Marc. So sorry,” You pleaded with small tears fuzzying your eyesight.

However, it still wasn’t enough.

Another rough smack was delivered to your bottom half, your body jolting from surprise as you cried out a moan of his name. His calloused palm came down like a canon, thick fingers making sure to imprint his hand on your skin.

“Please!” You shrieked with tears now falling.

The man above you laughed at your helplessness, tutting his lips when your body came back down. His body was painfully hard watching your dishevelled figure beneath him, he had to force himself from pressing up against you and pushed away the thoughts to pull down your soaked underwear.

Snuffy let out a pleased sigh at the sight of your dripping pussy. He could see a string of heat coming from your sex all the way to the fabric that you once wore

“Even though you cry like a bitch you seem to be turned on,” He cooed coming down to your ear.

“My my, such a dirty wife I have hm?”

Before you could even react, he moved back quickly as his hand once again came down to bring you a slap on your ass. You could barely keep track of how many times he spanked you, only that your insides stirred each time at the contact. At that moment, a series of fluids leaked from your pussy which he smiled at in fulfillment.

“Please isn’t the word amore,” He murmured now rubbing the flesh of your lower half as if he’s sorry. “You know better honey.”

You could barely keep up with the way his voice echoed in your ears. Your head filled with nothing but your husband giving you your well deserved punishment.

“…I’m sorry. Please,” You breathed out shaking with arousal. “…Please forgive, me…”

The male smiled devilishly before spanking your ass one last time and gripping it hard before you could cry out loud.

“That’s my good girl,” He whispered in your ear, slowly pulling his boxers down.

Although you did misbehave, he knew that you would learn your lesson each and every time.

please do not copy, steal, or translate my work, thank you!!

[that1geek06]

Hey, can I request an Evie (Descendants) x younger brother reader where R stayed behind on the isle and Uma swept in and became R’s sister figure and when Evie comes back to the isle she tries to make up with R? Up to you how it ends :))

OOO I love this concept, sorry it has taken me so long to get this out, life sucks 😭 anywayss ENJOYY

-WHERE'D ALL THE TIME GO-

Evie X Male!Brother!Reader (Platonic) Uma x Male!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Neglect, Verbal abuse, Suicidal thoughts (if there's smth I missed pls lmk idrk what goes in the warnings)

Y/N ran through the dark streets of the isle, long held in tears streaming down his face as he weaves through the people. He hated his mom, he hated his life, he hated everything, and most importantly..

He hated his sister.

[1 day before]

"Evie!! Come with me this instant, we are due for a very important meeting with the others." Y/N heard his mom yell, and in curiosity he goes down from his small attic like bedroom and makes his way to the front door where his mom stood.

Nervously he looks up, "Um, mother? Where are you going?" He asked sheepishly, and he watches as she looks down at him. Disgust growing on her face.

"That is none of your concern boy."

With hesitation he speaks again, "...can I go with? I'll be quiet and-" a scoff from his mother interrupts him, "You annoying brat, not everything is about you. You are not going with, you have no purpose to, you would be absolutely useless and I don't need you embarrassing me in front of the others. You're as worthless as your father was."

Y/N's head falls as he looks at the floor, he shouldn't have asked. Just then Evie finally makes her way out of her room, their mother leaving the house mumbling that she's waiting outside for her.

Evie doesn't even spare a glance at her younger brother, eyes too focused on the small mirror in front of her as she fixes her lipstick and walks out as well.

The door shuts behind her and Y/N is left in the silent and empty house...again.

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The next day is just as quiet as the day before, both Evie and his mom not at the house. In boredom, he turns on the T.V, flicking through the very few channels that were available at the isle, then one thing catches his eye.

He watches as an announcement was made how four VK's had been chosen to attend Auradon prep for a new chance in life...and he watches as his sister and her friends appeared on the screen. Standing by this sleek black car by the gate.

Before Y/N even realized he had bolted out the door, heart pounding against his chest. She couldn't leave, She couldn't leave him alone with their mother, He needed her.

Pushing his legs to the max, he finally spots the group and car way off in the distance. Maybe he could make it and convince her to let some other kid go.

They all get in the car...

"EVIE HANG ON! WAIT!!" He yells, but to far away for her to hear.

The car door closes and the engine starts...

He runs faster. Eyes wide with unshed tears. "DON'T GO!! EVIE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!"

The car starts to drive away...

"NO!!!" Y/N reaches out, the unbalance making his overworked legs buckle and he falls to the ground. Looking up and catching the magic gate slowly closing behind the car.

She's gone. And he didn't even get to say goodbye.

He quickly stands up, heart still beating quickly as he looks around. He felt so lost... Y/N turns and runs again, going wherever his feet take him.

[Back to present moment]

He had ran all the way to the other side of the isle. The smell of salt water and fish everywhere. Y/N finally stops at a cliff, the dark water below hitting against the rock, as if it tried to reach for him.

He hadn't planned this, to come here, and to find the water looked so welcoming. Like it whispered to him that all his problems would fade away if he is fell in.

He couldn't go back home, he couldn't go back to his mother alone.

Y/N closes his eyes, maybe he could...

"Hey, kid." Someone calls out, causing the boy to spin around quickly. Eyes wide in panic.

The girl in front of him raises her hands in surrender. She looked around Evie's age, she had blueish braids that flowed from under a pirate hat.

"I'm not here to hurt you or anything, a person in my crew had spotted you and I just came up here to make sure you weren't about to raid my ship."

His brows furrow in confusion at her words, he looks back over the cliff and just now notices the rugged boat off to the left. "Oh..I didn't even notice, I-Im sorry I didn't mean to make you think that, its not why I'm here." Y/N stutters, shrinking in on himself. Wishing he could disappear already.

The girl just shrugs, "Yeah I figured." She pauses for a moment, looking the younger boy over. "...You Evie's brother?" She suddenly asked.

"...yeah...um Y/N." His face saddens st her words.

She raised her brow at that, "I'm surprised you came to this side of the isle then." He looks surprised at that, what did his sister do? "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to, did my sister do something?" Y/N asked cautiously.

"I wouldn't say that, just have a bit of a rivalry with her group is all, did she not tell you?" She questioned.

He shakes his head, "we don't really talk a lot anymore."

A silence falls over the two, before the girl speaks up again. "Tell you what kid, why don't you come back to my ship with me, me and my crew were just about to head out and get some food."

Y/N thinks about it for a moment, he didn't want to go home."Okay.."

"Great, your with Uma now kid." She smirks down at him, putting her arm over his shoulder as she leads him to the boat.

-------------------------------- [Time Skip] --------------------------------

Y/N waits in the birds nest for Harry and Gil to return, Uma had sent them out on a mission. And after about ten minutes he spots them coming in through the tunnel, Gil carrying someone on his shoulder.

Hurriedly, he grabs the rope he tied to the nest and slides down it, running to greet them at the front of the boat. "Oi there squirt!" Harry calls out smirking as th boy gives him a hug.

"Hey! Hi Gil!" Y/N says, bright smile on his face that Gil gladly returns.

Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulder, but he knows exactly who it was. "Good job you two, tie him up against the post. Its time to wait for our old friends to arrive." Uma says darkly. Harry smirks and bows "Aye aye captain."

She then looks down at Y/N, ruffling his hair. "Go ahead and wait in my cabin kid. I'll fill you in here soon." He nods and goes over to Uma's cabin, laying in the bed she set up for him a while back.

He waits there for a while, not that he minded though, but all of the sudden he hears a bunch of commotion. Yelling that was very muffled and he couldn't make out. What was going on?

He steps out of the cabin and walks towards Uma, seeing Gil and Harry close to her. "What's happ-" he stops mid way as he looks up, making eye contact with someone who he thought he'd never see again...

"Y/N?!" Evie called out, confusion and shock on her face.

He couldn't pull his eyes away from her, his chest starts to heave as that day flashes in his eyes. He only snaps out of it when Uma lays a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Lets not get distracted now, you know the deal. No wand, no crown." She calls out. And then the exchange happens, they hand Uma the wand and we give them the guy Harry and Gil took which was Prince Ben.

The crew watches in anticipation as she goes to use it, their faces drop when nothing happens. It was fake.

"GET THEM!" She calls out, and a big fight breaks out. Y/N goes to hide back in the cabin when he feels an arm pull him to the side. And he was now once again staring into his sisters eyes.

She looked upset, "Y/N what are you doing over here? These people are dangerous." He shakes his head at that. "No they arent, they actually take really good care of me."

Evie's eyes widen at that, "Take good care- how long have you been here??" She asks.

"How long has it been since you left." He says with bitterness. And she freezes at that. Looking over Y/N. He had changed a lot, his hair was longer, he had gotten taller, and you could faintly see the fuzz of facial hair starting to grow in. "It...its been a while hasn't it?" She said sadly, much to her surprise though, the younger sibling just scoffs.

"Don't even act like you missed me Evie. I didn't exist to you anymore. You left me with mom, you didn't say goodbye. Which I don't even know why I thought you would, you'd never even help me when mom would yell." Her heart stings at that, how could she let this happen?

Evie thinks hard, before her face lights up. "Come with me, I'll take you to Auradon and you can stay there with me. Its so much better then the isle Y/N you'll love it there, and I can make up for everything and we can spend time-"

"No." He says dryly, not even giving her the chance to finish. And her heart breaks. The group calls put to her as they head towards the exit, and Evie knows she has to go. "Please?"

He shakes his head at her plea. "Why would I run off with someone I barely know." Y/N then turns and heads towards the cabin again, hearing Evie's footsteps run off as she escapes with the group.

Uma grunts in annoyance at this. Sighing in exasperation. And then she feels a hand on her back. "Don't worry Uma, we'll get out of here soon." Y/N softly smiles, and watches as she slowly relaxes.

The crew heads down to the fish and chip shop to wind down. Even though they lost this battle, laughs and banter echo around them, and in the front of the group, Uma leads walking and saying something small here and there, rolling her eyes at Harry's bad jokes and Girl's innocence. Y/N sat on top of Gil's shoulders as he laughed with them. He would never leave these people.

He would never leave his family.

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Thank you for readingg, I really hoped you liked it, and I'm so sorry anon that it took so long to get out, procrastination will kill me one day I swear. But I hope this made your daydream a little more real!

Have a good day/night, and go drink water rn, don't even fight me ik you haven't, BE WILD OUT THERE GOOBERS 💃

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

Savanna Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/mini fic [1/3]

splitting this into three headcanon parts because my god its long

eat up :]

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn

Ashlyn's POV

So the question is: How did we get here? Simple answer really. Taylor. She was always the one to suggest these kinds of things, team building hang outs, though last time it was just us.

The rest of the boys had plans. Tyler had practice to attend, one of the late kinds, Ben and Logan had a project together due for bio in a day or two, and Aiden, for some reason, had a late dentist appointment (much to his dismay). Only Taylor could make it to the graveyard early. Initially, we were just meant to manage our resources, which was manageable with one person, but it was always easier with other people to bounce ideas off of. That's all it was meant to be, but Taylor had other ideas.

"Girls night!!" She had cheered, and we just hung out.

And I had fun.

But as Logan fights with his laptop to mirror on the T.V for the presenters, that being us, I can't help but feel like I'm going to regret this one. Especially with Tweedledee and Tweedledum in the background yelling about something that I don't want to know about, but will probably learn against my will.

Just as Taylor and Ben come downstairs with blankets and pillows, Logan's T.V finally projects the wallpaper of his laptop.

"It's set up, thank god," he sighs, with that last part being under his breathe. And as we set up in his living room, Ben dragging Aiden and Tyler from the kitchen, both with bags of snacks in their arms, and Taylor handing out blankets, we finally sit in our places.

The next question, however, is Who goes first?

Taylor Hernandez

Taylor goes first because she's the one who planned it and was the most excited about it. Aiden tried to go first, but it was collectively agreed that he would be going last for no reason other than to piss him off lmao

Anyways, we love a STEM girl (be still my own heart) so her presentation would be all about her tools and work for the mechanics club. She takes this club seriously, not only because it's good for networking, but because she genuinely finds it fun. I like to think that there are two levels to the club where one is just a standard club and the second level is a competition team, and she was shooting to be a part of the competition league (totally not projecting because I'm a robotics kid)

Her presentation is so well done. It's not only really well organized, but it is just so pretty. It's the type of presentation that teachers would drool over. Avid Canva user b/c it has a lot of customization options that she loves.

What's a toolbox tour without the actual toolbox that's just as decorated as her slideshow. And she takes care of it, too.

Her presentation is so fun and sets a fun tune for the night, and she manages to make this topic really engaging. She would have a little quiz at the end, too, where if one of the group gets a question correct, they get a piece of candy

shows off tools like she's filming a makeup tutorial, I saw this on tumblr, and it's just canon at this point. No criticisms are accepted because it just isn't possible.

Group's reaction

Ashlyn and Ben are the ones who pay the most attention to the presentation. Ashlyn also gets the most questions right at the end of the quiz.

Logan asks the most questions in between slides, but not in an annoying way. He does get a bit lost, though, considering just how many tools there are.

Tyler and Aiden are still bickering a bit. Aiden can't sit still for the life of himself, but he swears that he is listening. Tyler would say otherwise.

Aiden is, though, and he ends up getting Taylor a really nice tool set that she mentioned she wanted when presenting just because he can. He is her favorite for a few days. He absolutely would have a shit eating grin looking at Tyler to just say, "See, I was listening :D". Tyler would then say that he could go fuck himself /hj

Logan Fields

Logan is next. The laptop hates him, and it's old and shuts down multiple times in his presentation. The group then had to watch this man fight with a busted 4-year-old laptop and lose several times. Have you ever seen your parents fight with a printer the night before you have a school project due? It's like that, and the rest are concerned.

He is an astrology bitch, and I will take no criticisms. But like, not in the way that it controls his life, he would not be caught dead saying that the stars told him to do something, like not let him eat alfredo on Sunday or something like that. He's more interested in the concept itself since the idea of zodiacs have existed for so long. Its his comfort research topic.

Absolutely went HAM on researching each and every one of their birth charts. Ask him to show you his notes, and he would not show you. Why??? because he took up an entire notepad (it's one of the smaller ones but still).

"Logan's so innocent" "Logan's so sweet" "My boy can do no wro-" NO!!!! THAT MOTHERFUCKER WILL READ YOU TO FILTH AND I STAND BY THIS. ITS LIKE HE LOOKED YOUR SOUL, UP AND DOWN, AND EXPOSED IT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE (something tells me Tyler gets it the worse. idk why it just feels right)!!! If he feels like something doesn't fit one of the people in the group he is clear about it

"Here is Gemini, a social butterfly. Here is Ashlyn. A Gemini. I love Ashlyn, but like a year ago I have actually seen you jump a fence to avoid a group of people who go to our high school without thinking, and I would say that needs an intervention but you'd also avoid it by jumping a fence." "..."

The presentation itself is long as hell. Like he goes in depth about everything that he talks about, and if you interrupt him, he will shoot you with a spray bottle. Did I mention there's a group spray bottle? Guess why they have one.

Somehow, he is still only the second longest presentation.

Group's Reaction

Taylor is his biggest hypeman. I feel like she'd also enjoy astrology a bit, too, though she's more of a casual fan. She is also one of the few people who is free from Logan's jabs.

Ben is also free from his jabs because he helped him with the laptop, which, thank god, because Logan was about to lose it. I don't think he really believes in astrology. The most he knows is his sun sign on the surface level. He is invested, though.

Don't think Ash is very interested in astrology either, and at some points in his presentation, he just loses her attention.

Tyler gets sprayed at least twice with the spray bottle because he gets defensive. Surprisingly, I do think he would be somewhat interested and knowledgeable about his star signs at least, mainly because he had to deal with Taylor when she went through an astrology phase (let me tell you it was brutal).

Aiden is also interested and engaged in the presentation, but maybe a little too much. What I mean is that he interrupts at points and is the reason why the spray bottle exists. Logan is flattered, but istg Aiden if you interrupt this man one more time...

By the end of the two presentations, the group is in pretty high spirits and having a good time, despite the fact that two of them are a bit wet.

Logan's laptop, however, is not, and just as they were setting up Ben's powerpoint, it decides that it was a good time to perform a mandatory update and restarts.

Absolute silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

And all eyes go to Logan.

"..."

"..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!"

Long story short, the presentations have to be postponed for around an hour and forty-eight minutes (maybe you never know with computers), and Logan is taking a walk.

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Dog Inside Your Body | Josuke Higashikata x f!Reader

Summary: Josuke finally gets to sleepover at his girlfriend's.

Warnings/Contains: Loss of virginity, foreplay, dry humping, awkward first time sex, finger sucking, making-out, smut, french kissing, oral sex (m!receiving), hand jobs, edging (f!receiving), fingering

WC: 2,526

Originally Posted: 16/12/24 on AO3!

Title Song: Dog Inside Your Body - Butthole Surfers

Author's Note: Josuke & reader are in their third year!

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @enchanthings-a

"I'll see you soon, babe, I'm so excited!"

Josuke made kissy noises over the phone to his girlfriend then hung up; since turning eighteen, Josuke's mum, Tomoko, had finally let him have sleepovers with his girlfriend and he was ecstatic. It was now 12 pm, Josuke had his bag packed with his pyjamas, toothbrush, and other hygiene products and started his fifteen minute walk to her house.

After the hot fifteen minute walk, Josuke had finally arrived at his girlfriends house, he had a bubbly nervous feeling in his chest as he rung the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal his smiling girlfriend, "Josu! You're finally here! Hi hi!" F/N grinned and gave him a smooch on his cheeks, which made the taller man blush.

"H-Hey F/N," Josuke greeted, he smiled at her and took his shoes off, F/N held his hand and led him to her room. Josuke had been to F/N's room many times now, decorated with posters of her favourite artists and scattered with dirty clothes in front of her mirror.

"Don't mind the messiness," F/N chuckled awkwardly.

The shorter girl sat on her bed and looked at Josuke, "Now, Josu, we can either hang in the house for a couple of minutes before we go out or we can go now," F/N offered. The couple were set to go out on a picnic, but of course the date they chose was a hot one.

Josuke hummed, "We can go now I suppose, it's alright, babe, I'll keep you cool," Josuke answered with a smirk. F/N rolled her eyes and got up, flashing him a grin as she grabbed the picnic basket from her desk.

The couple spent most of their day outside in the warm weather, Josuke's mind for some of it was in the gutter, thinking about how desperate he was to finally have her to himself in bed together. It was now night, Josuke and F/N had came home for dinner, Josuke chatting up her parents with his charm.

F/N and Josuke were now in F/N's bedroom, Josuke quite enjoying F/N's queen-sized bed as they watched T.V.

"You're so lucky getting your own T.V., F/N," Josuke whined, pulling F/N closer to him while his arm was over her shoulders.

"Well, you should come over all the time to watch T.V. with me then," F/N giggled.

Josuke sighed and nodded, he looked over at the clock on her wall and saw that it was twelve am. "It's getting a bit late, let's just talkkkk," Josuke begged, turning over to look at F/N, the girl hummed and nodded, turning off the T.V. which left the two of them in complete darkness.

The two now shuffled under the sheets properly to lay their heads on the pillows, F/N looked at Josuke through the moonlight and smiled, she moved her hand to his face and rubbed it slowly, "You have a good day, baby?" F/N asked, shuffling closer into his arms now as Josuke held her close to him.

"Mmm, the best day ever," Josuke whispered, he smiled and kissed her nose, F/N giggled and kissed his cheek. They continued their kiss attacks until Josuke decided to be bold. He moved very quietly and moved on top of F/N, his hair falling down to cover their faces. "Y'know F/N," Josuke started, kissing her neck softly, "I've just had this aching in my chest all day - I just wanted you so much today." His kisses led down to her chest, in between her tits.

"O-Oh!" F/N's face flushed red, "I've felt the same for a bit too, it's a bit embarrassing."

Josuke laughed ground his cock slightly into her core, "I have as well," Josuke nuzzled her neck and looked into her eyes, "if you um.. if you want to do this we can," Josuke offered, rubbing her face, "but- but if you don't wanna that's ok - I can wait."

F/N thought about it for a moment and nodded, "We- We can." Josuke felt his cock twitch at F/N's willingness and grinned, he moved his hands to hold F/N's face. He moved his face down and finally closed the space between them as he kissed F/N.

The two were at his for a while, the kiss getting more and more intense and heated as F/N's hands explored Josuke's body, finally resting on his hips. F/N whined out quite a bit while the two made out, her face red and sweaty, saliva dripping down their mouths while Josuke's tongue violated her mouth, grinding his rock-hard cock onto her clothed pussy.

Josuke moved a hand down to her tits, groping one of them as his other hand stayed holding her face. After another minute, Josuke moved away from the kiss a string of saliva connected their mouths as Josuke looked into F/N's eyes, "God, I'll never get used to the taste of your mouth," He whispered, he dived back down and kissed her again, running his hands into her hair.

F/N moaned again in the kiss, her grip getting tighter on his hips as she thrusted her hips up to touch his cock with her pussy. Josuke enjoyed it and started to grind down as well, his eyes squeezed so tight now.

"FuuUuck-" Josuke moved away from the kiss and moaned, quite embarrassingly loud. "S-sorry," Josuke chuckled, "you just feel and taste so good."

F/N laughed a little and moved her hands through his hair, "Just stay quiet, Josu." Josuke nodded at F/N's request and looked down at her top, he could feel himself salivating a little, his eyes locked onto the sight of her tits peaking out from her camisole top.

"You're so fucking hot, F/N, it hurts my dick," Josuke confessed, he moved his hands under her top, pulling off her top to reveal her exposed tits. "Can I...." Josuke pointed to her tits, "with my um, mouth?" Josuke asked, his face red at his request. F/N giggled and nodded, moving a hand to the top of his head.

"C'mon, baby."

Josuke nodded quickly with a red face, he moved his head down to her tits, giving her right one a little lick before latching his mouth onto it. Almost at an instant, F/N let out a short and quiet moan at the stimulating feeling. Josuke felt like he was in heaven as he kept his mouth latched onto her nipple. He kept this up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

F/N felt like she was in heaven, as she felt Josuke suck on her tits so desperately - it was just too much stimulation. "Nngh- No- No more Josu, please!" F/N cried out, tears threatening to pour out her eyes. Josuke instantly let go and blushed hard, sitting up straight.

"I- I'm very sorry, F/N!" Josuke stuttered, playing his his fingers nervously. F/N chuckled and gave a small peck on Josuke's arm.

"You're okay, Josu," F/N assured, rubbing his arm, "now, I think you should take your top off too - it's only fair."

Josuke complied with her request and took his shirt off, F/N's eyes widened as she stared at his chiseled chest. "Wow," was all F/N could manage to say. Josuke started to feel embarrassed but mumbled a thank you as F/N's hands went up and down his chest, her eyes basically glued to his abs, "Wow you're- you're so fucking hot."

The boy blushed again and mumbled another thank you.

F/N gave him a wink as she rubbed his arms, "Sit up, baby, let me help you," F/N offered.

"Help me- Oh- OH!" Josuke flushed and nodded desperately, he didn't seme to care if he was acting like a horn dog, he desperately wanted to feel her mouth on his cock. F/N laughed at his eagerness and laid on her side comfortably she noticed how big his bulge looked from underneath his pyjama pants and gulped nervously.

Josuke bit his lip at the sight, feeling excited as her hands pulled down both his pants and boxers. The man sucks in a sharp breath at F/N's surprised reaction to his cock, "This is definitely big, fuck..." F/N sighed out, she moved her hand to his cock. Josuke let out a whimper at the feeling - he had jerked off many times in the past to this exact image.

F/N gave Josuke a small grin before she drooled slowly onto his cock, using it to lubricate it as she started to slowly move her hand up and down. Josuke immediately slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a moan, tears welling in his eyes as she slowly started to jerk him off.

"This feel good?" F/N asked in a whispered, her hands gripping his cock a bit tighter, Josuke nodded his head repeatedly, his eyes locked onto her hand gripping onto his cock. He moaned into his hand a bit louder now as F/N moved her mouth down, sucking on the tip softly.

The boy could feel himself about to cum so he moved his hand away from his mouth to grip the sheets. "Fuckkk, oh God- it just feels so so good, F/N, I feel like I'm gonna cum," Josuke whined out, his breath became ragged as F/N started to properly suck his cock.

He whined out a bit louder now, hips thrusting upwards as F/N continued to suck him off. Josuke moved his hands to the top of her head to try and get her to go deeper, "Shit shit- oh God- F/N I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum!" Josuke panted out, he let out one last moan into his hand as he cum down F/N's throat.

F/N let out a cough as she struggled to swallow down his cum, "Ooh yuck!" F/N coughed out, she had a soured facial expression as she took a swig of the water bottle next to her. Josuke's face looked embarrassed at F/N's reaction to the taste of his cum, "Sorry Josu," F/N mumbled as she got the taste out, "I didn't expect it to be bitter."

"It's fine, babe," Josuke replied, smiling and rubbing her cheek, "you looked very cute."

F/N giggled and hugged him, "Now, it's your turn to lay down again," Josuke gave her a grin and pushed her to her back, moving his hands to her pants, F/N nodded and looked down as he pulled her pants and panties down. Josuke felt his mouth water at the sight of her pussy, wet and shiny.

"Shit babe," Josuke sighed out, moving a hand down to her pussy, "I'm really gonna wreck your pussy," Josuke whined out. He started to tease her pussy by running his fingers slowly up and down, occasionally dipping in a little bit, "God you're fucking soaking, babe." Josuke placed a kiss on her knee and finally pushed his fingers slowly into her pussy.

F/N covered her mouth with her hand and whined, Josuke's eyes widened at the gummy feeling of her soaked pussy. He started to feel more confident now, he moved one hand to hold her leg open and used the other to start fingering her. F/N started to cry out 'more more more' over and over, he hands gripping Josuke's wrist as she tries to push his fingers deeper inside of her. "Seeing you so fucking horny is turning me on so much shit," Josuke cries out, he moves his finger to her clit with his other hand and started to rub it slowly.

The girl cried out and tears had started to roll down her face, grinding her pussy into Josuke's fingers. All of a sudden, Josuke moved his fingers away from her cunt and grinned, "Noooo, Josu why!" F/N cried out, disappointed that he didn't let her cum.

"Shh be patient, baby," Josuke kissed her knee and propped her legs up, "I really want to fuck you," Josuke sounded desperate as he jerked off his cock a little, "can I? Can I do it now please?" Josuke asked again. F/N giggled and nodded, spreading her legs out for him.

"Please just make me cum..." F/N mumbled.

Josuke nodded and grinned, he shuffled his way a bit closer and gripped his cock, "Thank you for this, F/N, I love you," Josuke gave F/N a goofy grin before finally inserting his cock inside of her. The couple let out a soft whine at the feeling of Josuke just putting his tip in. After a few seconds Josuke pushed all the way in, bottoming inside of her.

"Ow ow OW!" F/N cried, her hands flew to Josuke's back instantly and gripping his shoulders with her nails, "It really hurts, Josu - like so so much!" F/N complained.

"Oh fuck sorry!" Josuke apologised, "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked, rubbing her cheeeks.

F/N shook her head, "Just... Just wait a second, just let me get used to it." Josuke nodded and kissed her lips.

"My precious girl... I love you."

Josuke kissed her cheek again and held her face, F/N smiled and kissed him back, she whispered an 'I'm ready' which made Josuke excited. He started to thrust slowly inside of her, which made the two moan out. Josuke felt so good as his cock slid against her walls.

He whispered 'I love you's and sweet nothings to her ear, holding his girlfriend close to him as he started to properly fuck her now. Josuke moved his mouth to F/N's own and started to sloppy make out with her now, grunting softly into her mouth as he continued to fuck her.

The couple were like this for another three minutes until F/N wrapped her legs around Josuke's waist, she moved away from the kiss and looked up at him, "T-Think I'm gonna cum.... Pphfhh..." F/N cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

"C-Cum for me, F/N, please," Josuke begged, he started to kiss her jaw now and groaned out, nipping at it as he felt F/N's pussy squeeze his cock. The pair moved to kiss again, Josuke's hand in her hair as he felt her cum, their juices combining as Josuke pulled out at the last second.

Minutes later the couple pulled apart, F/N panting as she felt herself growing sleepier, "Did I do good, F/N?" Josuke asked nervously, rubbing her face as he got up to put his boxers on, F/N moaned a yes as Josuke went out of the room to grab a wet flannel for them. Once he came back he cleaned up F/N's thighs and ass, kissing her shoulder as he wiped off any sweat off of her.

"You're so good, babe, I love you and thank you."

[mediumgayitalian]

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

Will hums, flicking his focus away from his work for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“If you’re sure. Tell me if you need a break.”

Nico says nothing. When the prick of the suture needle drags through his inflamed, torn skin, pain pushing through the numbing cream, he grits his teeth and stays still. Will notices anyway.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, brushing a gentle finger along his cheek. “Three stitches left, and then we’re done, promise.” He frowns. “It’s gonna scar, though.”

Nico huffs bitterly, careful not to move his face too much, careful to keep his eyes blank and trained forward.

“Whatever. Can’t make me look worse than I already do.”

He bites his tongue, furious with himself. He doesn’t care about a stupid scar. He has more of them than he can count. He doesn’t even count them anymore, doesn’t even bother. Werewolf scratches? Whatever. Monster in the woods leaves a gash on his leg? A little bit of nectar and a bandage, he’s out of the infirmary in an hour, the bandage staying on for even less time. Spattering burns from the lava wall? Not even worth a hummed note from a busy Kayla. He’s a patchwork, and he doesn’t have the time nor freedom to give a shit. This is his life, this is all demigods’ lives.

…He’s never scarred his face before, though.

The hellhound had caught him off guard. He’d been — distracted, stupidly, walking through the wood with his head in the clouds. It had snuck up on him, scratched him from temple to cheek before he could blink. He’s damn lucky he didn’t lose his eye.

The snip of the medical scissors startles him, eyes flicking to Will’s face on reflex. There’s a wrinkle in the space between his eyebrows, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth. Nico can smell the pungent salve, eucalyptus and lavender and something else he doesn’t recognise. It tickles pleasantly as Will spreads it gently over his red, torn, inflamed skin. He presses a cotton pad to Nico’s eye in silence, guiding his hand to hold it while he wraps it around Nico’s head.

The medic makes a little humming noise as he pulls away, tilting Nico’s head left to right as he inspects his work. Clearly satisfied, he nods, then busies himself with removing his gloves and organizing his suture set. Nico slides off the bed and walks over to the little square mirror on the infirmary wall, next to the nurse’s station. He looks quickly around, checking that the infirmary is empty — except for Will, it is — and then squares himself in front of it, examining himself critically.

It could be worse.

The first thing he notices is how stark the sterile bandage is against his skin. He’s tanned in his time at Camp Half-Blood, obviously, endless sun and walks around camp deepening his skin back to its original shade. His hair has grown out, wavy and fine and framing his face. Freckles dot his nose. His eyes — his eye — is dark, dark, dark brown, iris barely distinguishable from pupil. His cheeks are no longer sunken (were his cheekbones always this high?) and his ears stick out a little.

He looks, to his bewilderment, like Bianca. Without the bandage on his face, and if he grew his hair out a little more, they could be — twins.

“It’s never a good thing to worry what others think,” Will muses, voice floating in the empty air. Nico startles, whirling around to face him. He slides the last sterilized instrument — tiny surgical scissors — into its case, then turns to face Nico, smile soft and eyes like clear sky. “But for what it’s worth, I’ve been crushing on you forever, and I don’t think you’re any less gorgeous. With or without the scar.”

For the split second after Will speaks, Nico’s ears ring like T.V. static. Crush. Forever. Gorgeous.

The rage bubbles up in him so quickly it burns, red-hot, sharp and painful. He recognises half of it as hurt. Another chunk as — confusion, bewilderment, childish fear.

The look on Will’s face strikes him silent before he can open his mouth to seethe.

Nico knows how to read people. He has to. He’d learnt it quickly and he’d learnt it young, because he’d be dead if he didn’t. He knows the averted eyes of insincerity, the bitten-red lips of a liar, the twisting fingers linked with a con-man’s smile.

Will carries none of them.

Apollo’s golden child, he squirms when he lies. Diverts attention when Austin asks him the last time he slept, smiles a guilty smile and changes the subject when the last pack of Twizzlers goes mysteriously missing from the Hermes’ cabin secret stash. His dishonesty is easy to read.

His smile is wide, if a little lopsided, and his too-wide eyes don’t leave Nico’s face. His hands, for once, are still.

Nico swallows.

“Stitches will be out in a week,” Will says, seemingly oblivious to Nico’s gawking. “Bandages changed twice a day. And, Nico, for Olympus’ sake —” his stare turns stern — “do not be a stranger. I’d appreciate your company. Obviously.”

He leaves Nico staring as he damn near sashays out of the Big House, humming to himself.

What in Hades.

———

part two

[lilacgaby]

day four

~2.2k

chapter select!

she woke up well-rested and smiley.

she decided to go ahead and prepare for the day as well, greeting mirko as she got a drink of water before going to shower.

the mission wasn't until two in the afternoon, which meant they'd have to be at best jeanist's agency at noon.

so she had three hours just to herself.

she soaked in the sun, effectively getting her meal for the day, as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.

huge weights were off her shoulders with bakugo, but still

she'd promised she'd explain her feelings after the quirk wore off.

"you really shouldn't be worrying about that today,

not unless you really wanna die. and i kinda don't want my best partner to die so.. leave it for later."

rumi (mirko) said, while handing her tea.

she accepted, and sipped it slowly.

"yeah, you're right. for tomorrow then.

tomorrow."

for the rest of the time, she relaxed around, soaking in just enough sun so she wouldn't get a stomachache, but not too little so she wouldn't get a headache.

she watched some t.v, ate some snacks for fun, doom scrolled again,

all until rumi ordered her to start her ready.

it's not like they weren't late yesterday already, but she guessed real missions were a lot more important than debriefings.

the only sound in the huge room was music as rumi and [name] both prepared for the mission at hand.

[name] admired herself in the hallway mirror as she waited for rumi to hurry up.

as soon as mirko stepped out, [name] opened the door for them both, and shut it behind them.

as they walked, [name] texted mina, thinking she'd be too busy to respond.

                                                      flowered[name]

                                crazy stuff happened yesterday

                           accidental confession gone right

                    but i worked it out with bakugo so my

                                  life is no longer the worst :))

                                                                    delivered

now that that's out of the way-

oh mina texted back.

alienqueenslime

NO WAY

YOUR LYING

            

                                                     flowered[name]

                                                                          youre*

                                     and i'm telling the truth so

                                       do w that what you will

  i got a mission tho so i won't respond at all :D

                                                             

alienqueenslime

you can't just drop that and leave ong

omg**

the second u step in the dorms your explaining what's up [name]

read 10:47

she muted the suddenly lively "OPERATION [NAME] x BAKUGO" chat.

she had to focus, her life was on the line from now on.

after a familiar walk, with an even more fmailair annoyance at the time they lost because of mirko's rabid fans,

they arrived at the agency, [name]'s heart in her throat.

she'd be dealing with real murderers, people who viewed her as a disgrace to society. people who wouldn't care about killing her.

she had to be flawless. it's all she could afford.

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the walk to the area was calm.

she couldn't stop her hands from trembling as she walked. the missions she'd been on before had involved murders, injuries, and blood splattered. it'd involved her hurting people to the brink of death, seeing the destruction she caused.

but in her mind this was another level of cruelty though. they were killing heroes just to prove something.

how many bodies would they let fall to prove their point? would she become on--

she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"calm down. you're strong, and the rest of us are too. you're not gonna get hurt. or fucking die or something, got it?"

"got it."

best jeanist and mirko continued to lead them through a building, they had to climb to the top.

now was the waiting game.

genie would pass through this alleyway at approximately three o-clock sharp. it was currently two-forty.

the twenty minutes of waiting was pure anxiety manifested.

katsuki kept annoyingly walking around in a circle, seemingly bored as hell.

mirko wasn't any better, the thumping of her foot revealing her anticipation.

best jeanist had been eyeing the same spot in the alleyway for the entire duration.

and [name] was fighting off the internal deja vu that came from being on the building.

"you scared?" katsuki suddenly asked.

"yes."

"oh yeah, almost forgot you're a truth teller now or some shit."

"right."

she continued to mess with her hands, now  shaking slightly. even more with his added presence.

"so, you think i'm too weak to save you? is that it?"

[name]'s face scrunched up in confusion as her truth left her mouth. "no. where did that come from?"

"do you think dumb and dumber behind me can't save you?"

"no. why are you asking me this?"

he turned to look her in the eyes, his arms moving dramatically to make his point.

"then wipe that look off your face and focus. we're all strong as hell, you're strong too, you being on this team is proof.

so, get the fuck out of your head already. it's pissing me off."

he turned and got back to his strolling around.

he's right. [name] thought.

he always is.

just as [name] was about to thank him, she suddenly sensed the presence of a group of people in the building under her.

nine.. no.. twelve vigilantes were waiting for genie too.

mirko sensed it too, and immediately signaled to bakugo and jeanist not to speak anymore.

it was time.

as genie did their routine inspection through the alley, calling out for any homeless or lost civilians  along the way, they suddenly became surrounded by.. it had to be at least twenty villains.

one of them suddenly spoke out to them.

"does it feel nice to be rich because of us?"

"what?" genie replied, genuinely confused.

"you're only rich off the suffering we cause to people. the suffering of humanity as a whole."

"what are you talking abo--"

"if people like you didn't exist, heroes who are only in it for the money, heroes who misuse their quirks to hurt people, villains or not, we wouldn't need heroes at all."

"maybe, but that's not what's happening. that's not the society we live in, so you all should stop playing hypotheticals." genie reasoned, trying to discreetly call for backup.

before one of them noticed and used a string quirk to snatch the device out their hands.

genie scoffed. "so what? you kill me and a couple heroes, go back and feel good about yourselves? why not kill a couple villains instead--"

"we have. and don't worry about your future, it was set in stone the day you began to study as a hero. playing hypotheticals might be what we're doing now but,

soon it could very much be a reality."

the twenty villains all assumed fighting stances, it seemed at least five of them were quirkless or had non-combative quirks, as nothing manifested directly from their bodies.

genie was suddenly bound by strings, and before they could manifest their three wishes, they were silenced by another villain's quirk.

mirko and jeanist motioned to both bakugo and [name] to get ready for battle. they were jumping in.

with mirko and bakugo as close-range fighters, and jeanist and [name] as support, they ran in to stop the fight from progressing.

"oh, so more heroes joined the party? don't you feel bad using literal children to fight your battles?"

"oh shut the hell up! you don't know what you're talking about, i'm here because i'm destined to be the best, number one. and you losers are nothing to me!" bakugo proclaimed, letting out a huge explosion with his gauntlets.

while it managed to knock out a couple of the villains, the talkative one seemed to have a deflective quirk.

"so, you're interested in heroism just for the money and fame too huh? guess we have to take you out before you become a future problem, kid."

the same explosion that was absorbed by the man's reflective ability was then released back,

with his aim on mirko.

she dodged just in time.

jeanist used the fibers in the clothes around them  and managed to restrain another handful of villains.

it seemed they had  only had a small number of actual combative quirks, and used their pure numbers as an intimidation tactic.

the six left standing were protected by some sort of force,

they thankfully had no bargaining power, as genie had escaped during bakugo's first attack.

the force didn't extend to the ground beneath them, so [name] let out a devastating attack that scattered the group evenly across the wide alleyway.

it seemed whoever made the force field couldn't keep it up unless they weren't at harm.

only two of them had now revealed their quirks, with the rest being unknown.

bakugo and jeanist blazed through their enemies, explosion after explosion was let out as they plowed through.

the energy-absorbent man became no issue as jeanist focused on him instead, giving him no power to bounce off of.

mirko and [name] however waited for the others to make a move first.

a villain finally did, with blades unsheathing from every part of his body he ran in to attack mirko.

if [name] didn't have to worry about the two suddenly charging her, she would've had an easy advantage over him.

"you heroes think you're so much better than we are, you're not! take this!" he threw a star shaped object at her, and it clung to her body.

she tried to rip it off fast, but she was suddenly winded by a punch,

crap. that other lady.

she was thrown into the ground, a painfully harsh exhale leaving her lips as she made contact with the floor.

"[name]!" katsuki yelled, attempting to rush over to her aid.

jeanist had finished restraining the other villains, the ones she and mirko were facing were the only ones left.

but a forcefield suddenly overcame her.

the realization set in as she saw the strange purple field set over her.

she'd have to beat the two herself.

katsuki, who skidded to a stop at the sight of the forcefield, felt at a loss.

he needed to help her, but he couldn't. he felt so helpless.

"fuck! [name] don't you dare die or ill fucking kill you!"

his words didn't reach her as the villains started to mock her.

"are you scared little girl? you picked a big fight."

"i'm scared as hell." i didn't want to say that.

"but ill try."

"try what?"

"try to win."

she was so terrified. terrified at the realization that these people didn't care if she died. they'd even prefer it that way. she was so preoccupied that she didn't notice mirko had taken down the blade-filled man, and was now attempting to break down the forcefield.

the villains mocking words and laughs were incoherent as she tried to form a plan and fast.

okay, if i take out the force field. i can get help.

the woman is the one who's upholding it, so i have to focus on her, no matter what.

the grass that had been under the laid concrete that was destroyed as she fell was now partly exposed. a small leaf from the overgrown side of the building right on top.

i can win.

she got up, and feigned attacks at the man with the--

wait, what was his quirk anyways?

as he dodged her attacks, he started counting down out loud.

"ten, nine, eight,"

she didn't know what would happen, but she didn't want to find out. his words revived the huge pit of despair that she had grown accustomed to. she frantically used the rocks around her to attack as fast as she could, while slowly growing a vine towards the force-fielder.

"seven, six, five"

the vine was almost reaching the lady's leg, just a little further. her arms were burning from the force she was exterting.

"four, three, two"

all the tenseness had finally left her body.

a smile adorned her face.

it made it.

"one!"

as the star shape object blew up on her body, the vine had rapidly grown to fully restrain the other villain.

while the damage on the exterior of her body was a wound that resulted only from the small explosion that occurred on her body, it sent a paralysis through her that sent her falling.

i won.

mirko tackled the star-wielding man, effectively knocking him out.

jeanist quickly restrained the remaining villains and called for a medic, as katsuki ran to her side.

she was awake, just in shock.

"hey, [name], you okay?" katsuki said, his voice unsure, and softer than usual. He shook her lightly."

"i'm so scared, but happy.

i won.

did you see?"

it felt like katsuki was the one hit with a truth quirk at the question.

"of course i did, you went insane [name]."

she let out a satisfied laugh, accompanied by an "ow!" afterwards after she had tried to reposition herself.

"okay, well, as my victory reward, i'm gonna go to sleep.

don't think i'm dead or anything."

she shut her eyes immediately after. what she didn't know was that her absolute happiness at being recognized by her crush, who she respected so much, made small pink roses blossom out of the crack in the floor.

all that she remembered before she drifted off to sleep, was the feeling of being picked up, and the distinct smell of caramel.

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Collar-ful Engravings

Vox x Hellhound!Reader - Fluff - Gender Neutral

Vox gets a hell hound, you, as a business gift. He doesn't really care about you until he sees how much your presence bothers Alastor. Now he's all about you, spoiling you and flaunting you around. Now, he's even got a gift with your name on it... its not too tight now, is it?

TW: Unsexualized petplay(? Reader is a Hellhound so it comes with the territory?), any Hazbin Hotel warnings

Hello hello!!! This is my first attempt at publishing a fanfic. I know it's not perfect so if you have any feedback then please let me know!! Remember to stay hydrated and remember you are loved! <3

You cleared your throat; the sensation of something against such a vulnerable place felt odd. The collar sat proudly around your neck, the design wasn't anything over-the-top, which was how you preferred most things. It was black with a simple silver buckle but in neat cyan cursive engravings read “Vox”.

Vox stood next to you as you stared in the mirror, you hands gingerly testing the fine leather. 

"So what do you think? Pretty nice, right? I had Velvette pick the material. It's not too tight now, is it? If you don't like something about it then I can get it altered, or better yet, get you a new one. I think a neat collection would be nice, wouldn't it?" The T.V. head rambled behind you, his hands resting firmly on your shoulders. Occasionally, his hand would lift off to do some gesture, ever the animated talker. 

"No, it's..." You struggled for words. Oddly possessive? A bit kinky? Really fucking embarrassing to wear? "It's something. Nice quality it's just... a bit much, don't you think...?" You chose your words carefully, not hoping to incite his wrath. You were never a disobedient hellhound after all. 

He laughed off your concerns. "Of course not! You're now a face in the brand. You need to represent, y'know? People have to know who you belong to, that you're associated with the best of the best," he explained, turning you around by your shoulders. He didn't seem to understand how his words sounded. People have to know who you belong to. 

You tried to school your face into something a little more pleasant, so he at least knew you were receptive to his generosity. "Thank you, sir. I believe this luxury is wasted on me though. There are better ways to allocate your resources and money rather than on some random mutt,” you tried your best to explain your thoughts gently. You winced at his unamused expression. It felt like you were letting him down simply by letting the emotions slip.

“No, no, no. None of that” he chided, booping your nose with his index finger. Your snout wrinkled up as it always did when he booped you. “Are you judging my taste? My impeccable eye? Keep your head up high. You aren't just some mutt. No, you are among the big players, so show some respect for yourself. Anyways, it'll show off your brand-new accessory better if you keep your chin up,” he hummed, grabbing your chin to tilt your head higher. He always spoke in such a theatrical way that lifted your mood. Your thoughts may not be kind to yourself, but he was plenty proud of you to make you feel better. 

You instinctively straightened up, not wanting to let him down. He smiled, clearly pleased. “There we go. Now then,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the loft and into the elevator. During the long trip down (seriously, it always took a bit to get from the top floor where all the Vee's usually buzzed around in to the bottom) Vox's screen split into two.

On one side was his face, on the other were designs for another collar. The sight of him going split-screen always amused you greatly, reminding you of the silly reddit story videos trending in the living world. “I was thinking for the next collar we go all out. There's this trend of really decked out chokers with charms, charms and all the ribbons. We can easily apply it here, so look, what do you prefer? Black or silver chain? Ah, actually let's just get both variations,” he seemed to be more of talking to himself as he guided himself through a collar shopping spree. 

You were flustered at all the spoiled attention he was giving you. You felt like a cute doll with how he pampered you, meant to sit still and look pretty as he handled all the rest. It was funny, to think a few months ago you were simply another hell hound in your old master's army of hell hounds, doomed to do menial labor for the rest of your life. Now you were on T.V. screens, even a few posters. You were a mini celebrity, the latest gossip when people talked about Vox. 

“How about we leave it to Miss Velvette? It's more of her department,” you suggested meekly. You hoped Velvette would have some mercy and create less flashy collars. 

He snapped his fingers, creating finger guns pointed at you. His face maximized, no longer sharing two windows. “You’re right. She'll make sure it's perfect. We can even get some new outfits to match,” he agreed much to your relief. 

The elevator doors opened and it was like being seared by a million blinking suns. Vox's hand traveled to your waist, pulling you against his side as he flashed a charming grin. You blinked, trying to look pretty and charming to some degree as your eyes adjusted to the flashing cameras. He guided you out, the reporters parting like the Red Sea for the two of you. You were always impressed that they never tried to block him, but you supposed frying a few daring reporters and stepping over them when they tried him was an effective message. 

You shifted closer into his side, a feeble attempt at shielding yourself from the lenses. To the outside perspective it was a sultry move, as if bragging that only you could get close to him. The news articles for the next few days would rave about this, much to your future dismay. 

“Sir, where are we going?” You muttered to him, a shy smile on your face. 

“There's a new VoxTek megastore opening. We are doing the opening. You want to hold the scissors for the ribbon?” He teased you, his claws pressing into your side slightly to convey his joking intent. It wasn't a threatening gesture, but rather a comforting one. The pressure was like a gentle reminder that he was here, with you, holding you, and his grip was firm, ensuring no rascal could steal you away. 

His smile seemed to grow even larger as you both walked down the street. You glanced around, noting nothing of interest or joy around the two of you. He looked down at you, as if understanding your confusion.

“They're already posting about your latest accessory. I wonder, if they're going so wild over a collar, what will they say when the leash comes in?” 

Ah shit, he got you a leash too?

[xoxo-aanya]

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YALL. I just watched the first season of Umbrella Academy and I want scream at someone (I did at the t.v)

Because Five, Diego, Ben, Klaus, and Vanya have always been more tolerable than Allison and Luther. And by the end of S1 I started liking Allison too.

So what I'm trying to say is that I'm pissed at Luther and this is a HATE RANT.

I'm sorry but he is the most egoistic character (bar five) I've seen on this show and that's ironic because he is the most insecure too. See I get that he was called No.1 and he was sent to the FUCKING MOON, but bro legit has 0 leadership qualities, even Klaus would do a better job atm.

And the way he treated Klaus, calling him an attention whore. Babygurl just look in the damn mirror. He is stubborn and stuck up and he cant bear to listen to someone who has better opinion, judgement and a FUCKING PLAN. OML the way I laughed when Diego asked him if he had a plan, because of course he doesn't. The start of the season he basically assume that one of his siblings killed their father, and there was no reason for him to believe that whatsoever and his the he kept calling them out for leaving the house and enjoying life. Because that's not what a normal human does. And then he has this whole build up where he pretends to save the world only to end up destroying it. And that moment in the theatre when he was like, "If we don't stop her, she will destroy the world," I ong screamed at the t.v; because darling I assure you that you did it all by yourself. The entire thing could have been so easily avoided, his sibling urged to him to let her out, Klaus told him they could find another way. Diego asked him time and time again if he had a plan. And Allison she told him a million times to let her handle.

The way he treated Klaus, Vanya and even Diego was so unwarranted half of the time. Him constantly telling Vanya that she is ordinary. Aren't u the one yapping about how u just want to be ordinary (or more human like) Luther? And I get that he was trying to protect Allison and all that, but when the person involved in the incident tells you that it wasn't Vanya's fucking fault you listen you dumb man-child. And even during the concert, Vanya omg she was so invested, she looked so happy playing in the concert and bro had to just go and fucking ruin it for her. AHHHH I swear I've never sworn at someone so much as I did today at Luther.

BUT NO, ONLY MOTHER FUCKING LUTHER KNOWS BEST. Well Luther I hope you rot in hell.

(My opinions on other will change as I watch the other season, but Luther you are forever going on my kill list.)

[ihave-atummyache]

my favorite part

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: what body part of yours is your boyfriend’s favorite?

18+ !! smut (warnings under the cut) hehe, mature themes, cussing, the works

-OT8

-7.8k words (im sorry idk im mentally unwell)

(smut warnings: rough, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), oral (m & f), foot fetish (mind ur business), degradation, body worship, creampie lowk, if there’s more lmk)

format:

1. before you are dating

2. after you become a couple

3. smut.

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Bang Chan: your back

Chan always has his hand on your back. Whether he has his hand on your lower back and is guiding you through a crowd or if you are laying in bed together. He loves to lay face to face with you and rest his hand on your back.

"Your back is so pretty," Chan's fingers lightly graze over your lower back. He had bought you a low back dress to wear to your date tonight. The plummet stops just above your butt, preventing you from wearing any underwear, which he was also well aware of.

"You tell me often, Channie," you reply and smile at him through the mirror. He is the sweetest and he always has his own way of showing it. His hand trails up your spine until he reaches your shoulder and rubs both of them lightly with both hands before letting them trail back down, leaving electricity in their wake.

"Stunning," he mumbles out below his breath and kneels down, pressing a kiss to your lower back, then the middle of your back, then between your should blades.

Although the two of you haven't kissed yet, this feels just as intimate as a kiss would and you feel your face heat up at the affection that he is giving you.

“You’re too sweet to me, Bang Chan,” you giggle out as his fingers graze your spine again, causing a chill to shudder throughout your entire body.

“Because I want you to be mine,” he replies simply, his hands on your waist and his thumbs rubbing your exposed back.

—2—

"I love your back so much, baby," Chan lets his hand lay flat on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. You smile and turn your head away from the T.V., resting your chin on his chest.

Chan was already looking down at you with a soft smile on his face. You push your body up, allowing yourself to touch his lips with your own before returning to your position with your cheek on his chest.

Chan's hand creeps under the sweater you have on and he lets his pinky inch into the waistband of your leggings so his full hand was on your bare skin.

“You always tell me this, Channie,” you breathe out and start to watch the show again. You feel him chuckle, his chest rumbling underneath your cheek.

“I know. I just never want you to forget it. You are the first person I have ever met that got me so hot and bothered by just their back,” he mumbles quietly, almost like he was embarrassed and now it is your turn to laugh.

“Are you admitting to being absolutely obsessed with my back right now?” you tease, poking at his sides with your fingers. He wiggles under your touch, pulling you even closer to himself to try to make you stop.

“I’m obsessed with everything about you,” he admits and you sit up again to press a kiss to your sweet boyfriend’s lips.

—3—

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. Look at yourself," Chan's hand finds your chin from behind as he continues to thrust into you. He turns your face to force you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The sight in front of you is insanely erotic and you have to fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head. Your mascara was ruined, running down your face and your neck. It now covered Chan’s hand that was gripping your chin tightly.

You make eye contact through the mirror and he lets out a groan at the sight of you. He breaks the eye contact and looks down where your bodies are connected. He places both hands on your hips, his thumbs resting on your lower back and you drop your head again.

“I said look at yourself,” he repeats himself and grips your chin again, forcing you to look at him in the mirror.

Chan releases your face and places one hand on the sink and the other on your back, pushing you even further into the sink.

"F-fuck, Chris. You feel so good," you moan out, half your mind already leaving from how good Chan was making you feel.

"I love fucking you from behind and seeing this pretty back tense up when you're about to cum," he groans out and speeds up his thrusts, feeling you clench around him. The pleasure overwhelms your body and you scream out.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck Chris," you're chanting out as his pace never slows down, fucking you to oversensitivity before he pulls out and cums on your back, jerking himself until he is certain he is empty.

"You are so perfect. Look at this pretty back covered in my cum. Should I take a picture?" he questions and you let a laugh out, your legs feeling like jelly under you.

"Shut up," you mumble out, trying your best to compose yourself. Then you think that it couldn’t hurt and you are curious to see what Chan is so obsessed with.

“Go ahead,” you grumble out and Chan scrambles to grab his phone that was sitting on the sink before he stands behind you again, taking a picture with flash of his cum all over your back.

“Ready for round two?” he questions and you shake your head, holding up a finger.

“Give me like…two minutes,” you breathe out and hear him chuckle behind you.

Lee Know: butt (i had to)

We all know that Lee Know is always on the lookout for butts. You saw it with his friends before you ever even really knew him. He would randomly grab or smack his friend's butts.

The first time Minho touches your butt, he doesn't even realize he did it. And as much as you would be creeped out if anyone else did it, it made you realize how comfortable Minho had gotten around you. He treats you exactly how he treats his closest friends and it makes your heart flutter.

"Hey, champ. How is lunch going?" Minho questions nonchalantly, his hand making gentle contact with your butt. You jump at the action and he leans on the counter next to you, looking down at what you're doing.

"Are you comfortable around me?" your question causes him to immediately look at your face, confusion all over it.

"Of course, y/n. You're my lady," he smiles at you. You smile back, pushing him lightly with your arm. He always does this, probably knowing that you have the fattest crush on him.

"Oh, hush. Stop teasing me," you scold him and turn back to focus on cutting up lunch.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t want to be my lady,” he says quietly, his hand reaching out to rub your lower back, his pinky resting dangerously close to your ass. You feel your breath hitch in your throat but you roll your eyes anyways trying to keep your composure.

“I-I said stop teasing me. Especially pretending to flirt with me all the time,” you glance over at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. He makes his way to behind you and rests his hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in.

You tense up, letting the knife freeze over the vegetable you are cutting. The heat from his body overtakes your senses and you have to fore yourself to breathe.

He leans in closer and you can feel the zipper of his jeans pressing into your ass through your leggings. He is practically pressing the most sensitive part of himself up against you. If he didn’t have on jeans and instead had on sweatpants, you are certain you would have been able to feel the outline of him.

“Who said I was pretending?” he whispers into you ear, sending chills down your neck and back.

—2—

You feel Minho's hand make contact with your ass before you even realize he is in the room. You squeak in surprise and then feel him gently knead where he had just smacked you. He climbs onto the bed, straddling your thighs and presses his chest to your back.

"You should know better than to lay on your stomach with me around. Especially with these little leggings on," he pinched your butt and you groan, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Hush, Lee Minho. I'm trying to read," you reprimand him and he sighs, scooting down your body. He places a kiss to your tail bone then to each of your cheeks before flipping over and laying his head on the soft flesh.

"Read out loud," He suggests, his hand trailing up and down your calf absentmindedly. You let out a sigh and he slides his other hand behind his head to rest on your ass, his elbow on the bed

"You won't know what's going on," you counter, glancing back at your boyfriend. His eyes are closed and he looks in complete bliss. He shrugs and squeezes your ass before dropping his arm and letting it rest across his stomach.

"Don't care," he murmurs and you let out a chuckle before flipping the page and starting to read aloud.

—3—

"I love this view. I could stare all day," Minho pulls away from your soaking core, half from his spit and half from how wet you are.

"Baby.. don't tease. Please?" you plead to your boyfriend. He has you bent over, your elbows on a pillow while he absolutely devoured you from behind. Every time he sensed you about to cum, he would pull back before you could.

"You want me to fuck this perfect pussy already? Would you rather me fuck your tight ass?" He asks, his thumbs spreading you open to tongue fuck your core again. You let out a groan and reach behind you, pushing his face closer to your pussy.

He feels you about to cum and this time, he allows it. He dives deeper into your pussy and you also push his face closer as your orgasm washes over you. After being edged a few times, it hits you like a ton of bricks when you finally get that release.

He groans at you forcing him to bury his face into you as you came. You let out a string of moans as you came around his tongue. He licks a long stripe from your throbbing hole, up your perineum, around the tight ring of muscle until he reaches your tailbone, planting a kiss.  He sucks gently on the flesh before moving over to each of your ass cheeks and planting a kiss. He can feel you shuddering from the after shock and he laughs.

"Taste so good, baby," He sits up and pulls you back towards his body, his hands on your hips were the only thing keeping you from collapsing as you recover from your orgasm.

"May I?" he asks sarcastically and before you can even reply, he eases into you. You let out a groan, the oversensitivity almost too much but you quickly adjust.

"Fuck yourself on me, princess. I want to see this pretty ass move," he commands, landing a slap to your ass before gripping it tightly. You oblige instantly, fucking yourself back onto your boyfriend.

Every time you meet his pelvis with your ass, the squish and jiggle of your flesh has his head all over the place. He feels like he might lose his mind from all you were doing to him. He grabs your hips, forcing you to stop before leaning over and kissing the back of your neck.

“You’re so needy aren’t you,” he whispers in your ear and you nod, eagerly, wanting to continue what you had started. He laughs again at this and sits back up on his knees.

He lands a harsh slap to your ass but instead of a squeak, you let out a nearly pornographic moan and the sound flips a switch in Minho. He takes grip of your hips again and starts fucking you beyond comprehension.

Your brain turns to mush as you have a second and a third orgasm, without Minho ever pulling out of you. Tears were streaming down your face and Minho loved every second of it. The sight alone of your ass against him has him fending off his own orgasm with all his willpower he can muster.

Chnagbin: thighs

Before you two started dating, you noticed that he had taken a liking to your thighs. He would talk to you and his hand would tap your thigh or pat it if he was trying to make a point. He honestly didn’t even notice it. It was like a magnet just brought his hand to your thigh.

He then started to enjoy laying on your lap.

“Can you play with my hair?” Changbin asks quietly and you look up from your phone at his pouting face before tapping your thighs, signaling him to lie down.

He does and he immediately makes himself comfortable, tucking his hand under your thigh as you detangle his hair and he quickly falls asleep.

He always sits with a hand on your thigh. If you're in the car or just sitting on the couch, he has a hand on your thigh. He likes to pull your legs into his lap and rest his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles absentmindedly. He isn't sure when he got so obsessed with your thighs, but neither of you are complaining.

One day you were both watching a scary movie and you had your knees pulled up to your chest, protecting yourself from the scary scenes. Changbin let his forearm rest on your knee but before long, between you jumping and him jumping, his arm fell between your legs.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh, his hand laying on the back of your thigh. Butterflies erupted from your chest and you felt your whole body tense up. Once he started rubbing your thighs, it was like a puddle in your underwear.

—2—

"I can't see," you complain from your spot next to Changbin, although he couldn't really see either. You two were in a crowd at a concert and not only were you back in the grass, you were behind an insane amount of people.

"Want to get on my shoulders? Your favorite song is coming on next," he offers and you smile at him. He is too precious.

"I'm gonna be heavy, baby," you complain and turn again to stand on your tip toes and try to get a view of the stage. He walks behind you and squats down, pushing his head between your thighs before standing up. You let out a squeak and rest your hands on his head. You were about to scold him but got easily distracted.

You were perched up high on his shoulders and could finally see everything, just in time for your favorite song to begin.

"Oh my gosh, Binnie! It's crazy up there. Hand me your phone!" You exclaim above him. He reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone. You take it and snap a few pictures and videos of the stage so he could see it as well.

When the song came to an end, you expected Changbin to put you down, but he didn't.

"Baby, I know I'm heavy. You can put me down now," you laugh and pat the top of his head. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then a little nibble, making you jump.

"You're not heavy. This is the reason I go to the gym, y'know," he teases and turns his head, biting your other thigh.

"Hey!" you exclaim as his teeth clamp down on the flesh.

He was really just happy to have your thighs on either side of him like this, especially exposed since you had on shorts.

—3—

"I love having these thighs wrapped around my head. I could die right here," Changbin grumbles out against your cunt. You moan when he reconnects with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," your groan out, wrapping a hand into his hair. He groans as you tug lightly at his roots. He wraps his arms all the way around your thighs until his hands rest on your inner thighs.

Your orgasm comes crashing through you and Changbin pulls back as you come down from your high. He turns his head, kissing your right thigh before sucking a mark there. He observes his work and the deep purple bruise that is already forming.

"Binnie, you're gonna mark me up," you complain and he chuckles at your complaint. He knows you enjoy his mouth on your thighs just as much as he does.

"You're the one that decided to wear that little skirt today. Thought I wasn't going to ruin you, princess? Or was this your plan all along," he inquires and sucks another hickey next to the one he had already sucked into you. He trails kisses back towards your core and just his breath against your still sensitive cunt has you shivering.

"Let's keep going. I'm just getting started, sweetheart," he speaks up and before you can protest, his hands are on your thighs, prying them apart.

He licks his lips before leaning down to your exposed soaking cunt and continuing to ravish you.

Hyunjin: feet (wbk)

Everyone would always joke with you when you and Hyunjin became a little more than friends.

"You know he likes feet right? I have proof," Minho speaks up to you and your eyebrows fall into a furrow at this statement.

"Who?"

"Hyunjin," he replies, pulling his phone out. He scrolls for a little while before stopping and flipping the phone to show you. It was a picture of Hyunjin with Minho's foot in his mouth. You burst out laughing and grab his phone to look at the picture more closely

"This doesn't mean anything! Plus you have a sock on so I don't think it counts," You laugh out and hand his phone back just and Hyunjin walks into the room.

"What are you two laughing at?" Hyunjin asks, plopping down next to you and resting his arm on the couch behind you.

"Your foot fetish," you tease, elbowing him in the ribs. He freezes on the spot and looks at Minho with narrowed eyes.

"W-what are you talking about," he asks and lets his arms fall to your shoulder, pulling you into himself. You laugh and Hyunjin changes the topic before you can stay on this conversation.

—2—

The first time you realize that it may not be a complete joke, is a few weeks after the two of you officially started dating.

You stumble drunkenly into the house and towards the couch, plopping yourself down. You sigh and let your legs relax, Hyunjin was by your side in a moment.

A night out to celebrate their recent win had gotten you far too drunk and much drunker than anyone else, including the boys who actually won the award.

"You okay, baby?" he asks quietly, kneeling in front of you. You nod, letting your eyes close to try to stop the room from spinning.

"Yeah. Just," you sigh and take a deep breath, "Dizzy," you gasp out and throw an arm over your face, your cool skin to your hot face helping a little.

Hyunjin carefully unstraps your right heel, tilting your foot to slide the shoe off. He presses his lips to the ball of your foot. They were red from having been on your feet all night and the sensation sends chills up your spine. It was a place you had never been kissed and the feeling was strange but also quite intimate.

He pulls your other shoe off and repeats the action on the other foot as well. He trails his lips to the arch of your foot, then your ankle, then your calf before he finally looks up at you. You were looking at him from under your arm, eyes glazed over.

"Is it weird that this is turning me on right now?" you question and laugh. Your laugh is cut short though when the overwhelming feeling of needing to let the drinks out takes over your body and you stand abruptly, running to the bathroom.

—3—

You graze your foot up Hyunjin's calf, then thigh, before pressing down on the bulge in his pants. He clears his throat and shoots you a glare over his wine glass at the table. You move your foot a bit, feeling him grow hard under your touch.

"Hyunjin, you okay?" Chan questions from beside you and he breaks eye contact from you to glance at his older friend.

"Yeah, Jinnie. You okay? You look a little...hot," you bat your eyelashes innocently at him and his jaw clenches.

"Yeah I-I'm fine. Just a bit tired," he smiles at Chan and lets his hand fall into his lap, resting on your foot against his cock. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly, anyone looking would think he would just be adjusting in his seat and not rutting against your foot.

"Want to go to bed?" you offer and pull your foot from his grip, causing him to shudder. He nods and you stand, distracting Chan from his friend so he doesn't notice how hard he had gotten just a foot (lol) away from him.

"I'm gonna tuck the princess in. Goodnight, Channie," you smile and pat him lightly on the head as you walk passed and he tells you both goodnight. You barely make it into the room before Hyunjin has you pushed onto the bed and is hovering above you.

"You think you are so funny don't you," he comments, his tone demanding and you moan as he licks a stripe up the column of your throat. He trails kisses down your body, down your legs, down to your ankle until he is at your feet.

"Answer me," he commands, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. He takes one of your toes in his mouth, sucking lightly before he pulls away.

"I-I just wanted some attention," you confess and Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly, pressing his cock against the bottom of your foot. He starts to move leisurely, stimulating himself with your foot.

"Mhm. Is that right? You were so needy that you wanted to get me hard right in front of Chan? Did you want me to ask him to join us? So he can see how dirty you get?" he questions, speeding up his rutting against your foot.

He lets out a few cusses before he's cumming, all over your feet and ankles. He rubs his fingers through his own cum before crawling up and stuffing them into your mouth.

"Since you are so needy, suck on my fingers and if you do a good job, maybe I'll think about stuffing this tight cunt," he growls, inches from your face. He rests his hand against your cunt and you roll your hips against him, desperate for friction.

"You're this wet from a foot job? That is borderline pathetic," he degrades you and you bite your lip before his crash into yours.

Han: lips

"Let me get a kiss," You hear Jisung beside you and you turn to him, his big puppy dog eyes staring at you. He rests his head in his hands and closes his eyes, puckering his lips at you.

"Ask Felix," you roll your eyes and turn back to your phone, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You would never let him know the effect he has on you. You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall for any of the boys but somehow Han Jisung had crawled his way into your heart.

"You are heartless," He groans and rolls over on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You laugh and stand, walking over to him. He puckers his lips again as you stand above him. You kiss your hand and bring it down to his lips.

"Indirect kiss. Does that satisfy you?" you question and cross your arms. Jisung smiles and sits up, turning to face you. Your faces were much closer now so you try to sit up to get a little further from him. He notices and grabs the back of your neck, preventing you from moving away from him.

"Not really. I want to feel those pretty lips on mine," He breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up at you. You blink a few times, your body turning up a million degrees before you snap out of it and sit up.

"Ugh, Jisung," you groan, walking out of the room.

—2—

Jisung tackles you onto the bed and you laugh, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He pulls back after a moment and stares at you.

"So I look good then?" You giggle out, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had gotten ready to go out with some friends, complete with a red lip.

"Good? Baby you look amazing," He assures you and places a kiss to your lips, unexpectedly. You push him away from you quickly, worried about him ruining your freshly done makeup.

"Yah! Don't mess my makeup up, Jisung!" you exclaim and he pouts, which you mirror to tease him, letting your bottom lip jut out.

"Oh my God. Don't make that face. It's making it harder to not ruin your lipstick. Your lips are so perfect," He complains and pushes away from you slightly to get a better look at your lips, painted red.

"I already messed it up a little bit," he mumbles and brings his thumb up, swiping just under your lip line. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed in focus, then he lets his thumb dip into your mouth.

You suck on his thumb against your tongue without even thinking. It was almost like a habit and the way your lips looked around Jisung's thumb, he thought he would cum right here, right now.

"Fuck. You need to leave and I need to take a cold shower now," he laughs and sits up, making his way to the bathroom.

"Call me if you need a ride later!" he calls out and you nod, gathering your things and heading towards your car to meet your friends.

—3—

"Fuck, y/n. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh my God," Jisung was staring down at you, his hands tied to the head board above him and his legs tied to the bed post below him.

You let his cock fall from your lips with a pop, right before he cums and he whines out, looking down at you as you lazily stroke him.

"Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me," You command and he peels his eyes open, glassy from the denied orgasm and nods at you. You place a kiss to the head of his cock and feel him jump, muttering a quiet cuss under his breath.

You take his entire length into your mouth again and all Jisung can stare at is the way your lips look wrapped around his cock. He cums, second later without warning and you swallow quickly, almost choking on the unexpected release.

He is breathing heavily and you crawl up his body, before he can get soft, however, you hover yourself over his sensitive cock and sink down onto him, your walls welcoming him.

His back arches off the bed and he throws his head back, letting out a whine at the sensitivity. You sit for a second until he comes back to earth and looks you in the eyes again. His eyes are filled with tears and it gives you the energy you need to starting bouncing on his cock.

He lets out a hiss every time you make contact with his pelvis until he starts moaning normally, the oversensitivity morphing into pleasure as he feels his high quickly approaching.

"Kiss me. Please, please? I've been so good. Please kiss me. I want to feel those pretty lips on me, baby. Please?" He begs and you can't deny him when he looks so pretty, tears in his eyes and begs leaving his mouth. You lean down and press a kiss to most sensitive spot on his neck as you worm your way up to your own orgasm.

"Please baby. I've been such a good boy for you," He pleads again and you smile against his neck before leaning forward, resting your forehead against his. 

"Anything for my good boy," you groan out and connect your lips just as your own orgasm reaches you, forcing Jisung into his at the feeling of you tightening around him.

Felix: hands

Felix's hand found yours in the crowd, guiding you to prevent you from getting lost. As the two of you come out, he makes no effort to let go of your hand. You instead feel him rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Your hands are soft," you comment and he chuckles, pulling away from you but you stop him, instead turning your hand so you could interlock fingers with him.

"Thank you," You see a light blush take over his cheeks and smile at the effect you have on him. You keep walking making small talk until you reach the coffee shop that he had told you so much about.

You don't even realize how cold it is outside until Felix releases your hand to open the door for you and you smile, stepping into the shop and heading towards the counter. You both order your drinks and wait for your name to be called out to get your order.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" You ask and walk towards the counter when they call your name out to get your coffee and Felix's hot chocolate.

"Let's sit outside. I love the autumn chill," He suggest, taking his cup from you. You fingers graze against each other and this time it is your turn to blush.

You settle at at table outside and sit across from each other. One of his hands rests on the table, adorned in rings and without thinking you reach across the table while Felix is talking and take his hand into yours.

You start twisting the rings around and his eyes leave your face to glance down at his hand in both of yours.

"You have pretty hands," he comments and grabs one of your hands into his before flipping his hand and comparing hand sizes with you.

—2—

You sit on the couch, your back pressed to Felix’s chest while you both scrolled through social media, occasionally showing each other a funny clip or picture.

Felix's hand was playing with yours absentmindedly while he scrolled through social media in his other hand. You eventually got bored of doing the same and lock your phone, dropping it to the couch and picking up his ring clad hand into both of yours.

You start twisting his rings before pulling them off and placing them on your own fingers, making sure they were in the exact same spots that he puts them in.

"Look! I'm you!" you exclaim holding your hand up between Felix's face and his phone. He leans forward and wraps his hand around your wrist, placing a kiss on each of your fingers. He switched his phone to his other hand and hold out the now empty hand to you.

"What about the other hand? My rings look much better on your pretty hands," he comments and you giggle, pulling the rings off and placing them on each finger. Both of your hands looked exactly like Felix's and you smile to yourself.

You hold your hands up in front of you and Felix and he laughs, taking a picture of your hands with his rings.

"You're precious," he grabs your hand again and places a kiss to the palm of your hand.

—3—

Felix's fingers interlock with yours as he continues thrusting into you. His eyes glued to yours.

"You are so beautiful," you speak quietly from under your boyfriend and he leans closer, letting his forehead rest against yours. You move your freehand from around his body to his cheek and rub his cheek bone lightly.

He pulls away from you and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. You run your thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before an idea crosses your mind.

You start to gently press your thumb into his mouth and he eagerly wraps his lips around it before you pull it back out of his mouth.

"Dirty boy," You tease and his thrusts start to speed up.

"It's not my fault that your hands are so pretty," he tried to reason. His voice coming out shaky from the speed he was fucking you. Every time his drove himself back into you, you grip his hand that was still in yours tightly.

This time, you tease his lips with your ring and middle finger and his tongue pokes out, licking your fingers before he takes them into his mouth again. Then suddenly he stills, emptying himself inside of you.

The mix of your fingers in his mouth, your hand in his, and the hug of your cunt around him sent him over the edge, without much warning even to himself.

"You really are a dirty boy," you tease again and he lets his forehead fall into your neck.

"Hush. Give me like 5 minutes and we're doing that again," he breathes into your neck and you chuckle.

"I need to be on top this time. I have some ideas," you speak out and he nods, catching his breath.

Seungmin: eyes

Seungmin walks into the room and makes eye contact at you for a full second before he quickly averts his gaze. This was progress. He usually avoids your eyes all together. Still, you feel your face fall into a frown.

This guy that you have been stupidly crushing on for forever couldn't even maintain eye contact with you. You don't know what you did to make him dislike you so much but you have finally had enough.

"Kim Seungmin! Why won't you look at me? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?" you suddenly blurt out, standing from the table and marching over to him sitting at the bar.

His back is to you but you still see him let out and exasperated sigh. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head at you, still not turning to face you.

"I didn't do anything wrong or you don't hate me?" you question and cross your arms across your chest. He is silent for a few moments and you grab his shoulders, forcing him to turn around in the bar stool. You lean down so he is looking you directly in the eyes.

He quickly closes his eyes after only a few moments of eye contact and you stand, throwing your arms in the air in frustration.

"Obviously I did something if you can't even look me in the eyes!" You exclaim. You were starting to drift away from frustration and drift towards anger.

"It isn't that, y/n. It's just..." he groans, running his hands through his hair again, "It's just you make me insanely nervous. Every time we make eye contact it is almost unbearable because of how pretty your eyes are. It effects me physically," he finally confesses, his neck turning red and you stand, staring at him blankly.

"My eyes turn you on, Seungmin?" you question with a laugh and he looks down at his feet, shaking his head, then nodding, then shaking his head again.

"Which is it?"

"I don't know! When you put it like that I sound like such a perv!" He exclaims and stands, scooting past you and back to his room.

—2—

"Just look at the camera, y/n," Seungmin commands, looking at you through the polaroid camera. He is standing above you while you sit on the floor. You look up at him and stare into the camera. Be snaps the camera just as you look up at him.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" you object and he laughs. He pulls the photo out of the camera and sits it down on the table while it develops before turning the camera and holding it up high to get a picture that could capture the both of you.

He snaps the picture and then sits down on the floor beside you. He pulls the photo out of the camera and leans towards the table to grab the already developed photo from the table.

You were looking into the camera in the same way that you look at Seungmin and it sends butterflies throughout his entire body.

"That's ugly," you complain, reaching for the other picture on the table.

"Are you joking? Look at your eyes, dude," Seungmin says and turns the photo towards you. You glance between the photo of your own eyes and Seungmin's a few times before raising an eyebrow at him.

"So I'm 'dude' now?" you question and he rolls his eyes at you. Of course that was your takeaway from his sentence.

"Shut up, baby. Look at your eyes. I swear you have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen," he comments looking at the picture again before leaning towards you and placing a kiss to either of your eyelids.

"You're a sap. I like this one," you reply and hold up the other polaroid. The flash barely shows you in the background and it is mostly just Seungmin cheesing at the camera. You giggle before placing the picture in your phone case, which Seungmin mirrors with the picture of you as well.

—3—

"Mhm. You're doing so good, baby. Shit. Look at me, princess," the nickname has you snapping your eyes open to make eye contact with Seungmin. He looks amazing.

And he could say the same about you. The way you look with your eyes watering and his cock stuffed down your throat makes him feel like he could cum at any moment.

"Move your hands," he commands you and you oblige, resting them on his thighs. He wraps a hand into your hair and starts thrusting gently into your mouth. He never goes far enough to reach your gag reflex but he is just a centimeter away every time.

He speeds up his movements and looses control a little, going further down your throat and causing you to gag. Tears fill your eyes and you close them to try to prevent them from falling past your lash line.

"Look at me." He demands again and his tone alone has you soaking the floor under you. You open your eyes again and the tears fall out, pushing down your cheeks.

"L-look so pretty with my cock in your m-mouth, baby. I'm the only one who can make those pretty eyes water like this. Keep looking at me," he demands again and it takes everything in you to maintain eye contact with Seungmin until suddenly he throws his head back and is cumming down your throat.

He pulls out of your mouth and leans down, wiping the tears from your face and presses a kiss to each of your eyelids, like he has now done a million times.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asks softly and you nod, clearing your throat.

"More than okay," you assure him, voice raspy. You lean in and close the gap between the two of you, letting your tongue push into his mouth. He hesitates for a second but then immediately starts kissing you back once he realizes that you literally just jumped his bones.

I.N: neck

You thought Jeongin was glancing at your cleavage when you wore the corset top to go out with your friends. You had on a corset top and some leather pants. It wasn't a crazy outfit but it was cute and one of your go to's when you go out.

"Can I give you some fashion advice?" Jeongin suddenly speaks up and you swallow thickly, embarrassment creeping up your throat.

"You should put on a necklace. You have a really…” he pauses, trying to think of the right word “-pretty neck and I think it would look good. Does that make me sound like a creep?" He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and you let out a sigh.

"Innie, I thought you were going to tell me my outfit was horrible. I was going to cry," you place a hand over your chest dramatically and he lets out a laugh.

"My opinion really matters that much to you," he teases and nudges you with his foot under the table. You nod and look up at him.

"I don't have a necklace though. I didn't bring anything with me," you explain and open your phone camera. He really is right. You could use a necklace. You knew something was missing in the outfit but couldn't quite put your finger on it. You should’ve know that Yang Jeongin, the fashionista, would help you.

"I probably have one for you," he stands and heads towards his room, beckoning you to follow him. You walk behind him and sit on his bed while he digs through his jewelry box.

"Try this one? It's a gift I got recently," he hands you the necklace. It's a silver necklace with a heart on it. He walks behind you and kneels on the bed. He pushes your hair over your shoulder gently then he puts the necklace over your head and clasps it in the back. He moves your hair back behind your shoulder and walks to the front.

"Mmm almost," He walks back over to his jewelry box and you use the opportunity to look down at the necklace. Upon further inspection you notice that it is actually a locket with some writing on it. You keep looking before can finally make out the words ‘Alexander McQueen’ on it and let out a gasp.

"Innie I-"

"Found it!" he exclaims, interrupting you and walking over to you with another necklace and doing the same thing again. This one he clasps on a tighter loop so it sits right in your Plender gap. It is too tight for you to be able to see.

"I hope you don't mind sporting me tonight with your friends," he laughs and you stand, walking over to the mirror to look at the necklace properly. It was another silver necklace with a small "J" pendant hanging on it. You smile and lightly touch the pendant.

"I love it," you grin at him through the mirror.

—2—

"Should I wear my hair up or down?" You ask aloud, not really to anyone in particular but more so to yourself.

"What did you say baby?" Jeongin asks from behind you, pulling one of his headphones off to hear you.

"I was just debating if I should wear my hair up or down today. This shirt is strapless so I feel like if I wear my hair up, it will be too much neck out," you reply holding your hair up in a ponytail with your hand.

"No such thing. Wear it up," he comments and pushes his headphones all the way off.

"You always say up," you comment and grab a claw clip anyways, twisting your hair and clipping it to your head. You pull a few face framing pieces out and look at yourself in the mirror. You take the clip out again, not completely sold on having your hair up.

"You have such pretty neck. I love when you have it out," he replies and stands up from the bed.

"I have a gift for you. I think this will be the perfect occasion," he says and walks towards the bathroom.

"Innie..." you start but he holds up a hand, stopping you from complaining about his constant gift giving.

He returns a few moments later with a box in his hands and stands behind you in the mirror.

"Close your eyes," you roll your eyes at his antics but oblige. You feel him sweep your hair over your shoulder, same as he has done a million times before, and then you feel the cool metal on your neck. You feel him press a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck the another to the side of your neck.

"Open," he whispers into your ear before placing another kiss in the junction of your shoulder and neck. You open your eyes and smile at yourself in the mirror.

It is a beautiful layered necklace and the color compliments the color of your top perfectly. He was right about this being a great finishing touch to the outfit. You bring your hand up to gently touch the metal and smile.

"You spoil me too much," you comment and he smiles, placing another kiss to the side of your neck.

—3—

"Please, I'll have to wake up so early tomorrow if you keep this up," you complain but Jeongin doesn't stop, he instead sucks harsher on the your neck, sure to leave the darkest mark of the night.

"I could just fuck you all night so you don't have to worry about waking up. You'll already be up," he shrugs at you and you try to wriggle your hands out of his grip. He has one hand clasping your wrists behind your back, the other on the back of your neck while you are straddling his lap.

"Keep wiggling like that and I really might," he groans under you and bucks up under you, his hard on pressing into your heat. You let out a moan at the contact and he finally releases your wrists.

"Don't make a promise you can't keep," you tease and lean forward to meet his lips, however, a hand on your throat stops you from making contact with his lips.

"Do you really think you are in a place to have such a smart mouth right now?" He leans forwards and you shrink a little bit at his intimidating gaze on yours. His grip on your neck tightens and he pulls you towards him, connecting your lips. He pulls away a few seconds later. He uses his grip on your neck to stand you up and he stands as well, pulling his pants down to his knees before sitting back down.

"Sit on my cock, baby," he commands you, his tone sweet and demanding at the same time. Who are you to not follow his directions? You straddle him again, your heat only centimeters from his cockhead and his impatience takes over. Both of his hands land on your hips and push you down, making you take all of him at once. The stretch burning but making you feel so good at the same time.

His hand finds its way to your neck again and he squeezes, causing your eyes to fall closed.

"Are you going to move or do I have to do all the work?" he asks and thrusts his hips into you lightly, causing you to groan. Your legs quiver at the movement. He gets easily impatient with you not moving and flips you both over on the couch so now you are under him.

"Useless. You can't even fuck yourself on a cock," he grunts at you and starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. You find his hand above your head and guide it to your neck, making him smirk.

"Such a naughty girl," he grumbles at you but still wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing to stop your air flow as your eyes roll back into your head. He fucks you until your orgasm comes racking over you but then pulls out right after.

"Flip over. I'm not done with you," he demands and you stand to flip over but he grabs you, practically throwing you over the back of the couch then plummeting back into you again.

"F-fuck," you groan out as he sets another incredible pace. His hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back so your back is flush with his chest.

"I feel you clench around me every time I wrap my hands around this pretty neck. I think you might like this more than me," he groans into your ear then drops you, causing you to fall forward. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck as he keeps fucking you, holding you in place.

You know there would be countless hickeys and finger marks on your neck to cover the next day but you really couldn't care less.