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yoon-kooks · 1 year

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paired & pierced | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.

⛓️word count: 5.3k

⛓️warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she's tight, he's big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write

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a/n: this is a request from @screamertannie !💖 im not used to writing dom/sub stuff but i tried!! paired & puppy-eyed is jungkook's pov✨

It’s become somewhat of a pre-class ritual for the gals to gather around your desk to discuss anything from the latest frat party hookups to guessing the lengths of your male classmates. The gossip doesn’t particularly interest you, and you’ve never once contributed to the cock talk. But who are you to tell them to leave you alone? If people naturally gravitate toward you, you should see it as a good thing.

“I heard that hottie Tim is single again,” Blue Hair Girl says, turning to you with the curious eyes of a true gossiper. “Y/N, you were hanging out with him at that party last weekend, weren’t you? Is he as big as they say?”

“Didn’t see it.” And you’re glad you didn’t. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when he approached you, but he kept pulling you in for PDA conveniently when his ex was in sight. He was clearly using you for something you want no part of. In the end, you let him off easy by saying you had to leave early to feed your fish (you don’t have any fucking fish).

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Blue Hair Girl and the others give you a few pouty frowns.

“Yep.” Not really.

“Well, speaking of hotties, I’ve been trying to get Hoseok’s attention for a week now,” Nose Ring Girl sighs. She suddenly grasps your hands and pleads, “Wait, Y/N, you’re friends with him, right? Think you can give me his number?”

You wouldn’t call Hoseok a “friend”—he’s more of an acquaintance you happen to be friendly with, much like everyone sitting around you. But you do have his number. You have a lot of people’s numbers on your phone even though you can’t match any of their names to their faces.

“Here.” You flash your phone screen with Hoseok’s contact info before Nose Ring Girl. Her eyes light up like fireworks.

“Thank you so much, Y/N! You’re the best!” she squeals.

Toward the end of class, your professor announces something that makes your stomach turn.

“The midterm will be a partner project where you have to debug the code I assign to you and add on to it in a creative way,” she explains. “And because I’m nice, I’ll let everyone choose their own partners. Please let me know who you’ll be working with before taking off.”

You hate this. You’re surprisingly okay about the debugging part because the masochist in you kind of enjoys it, but you’re not okay with the partner part. When it comes to choosing partners, it never ends well for you. Because despite how many people you surround yourself with, you always struggle to find someone who chooses you before anyone else.

You’re no one’s number one.

This time is no different. The girls who were so happy to be gossiping at your desk an hour ago are partnering up with one another on the other side of the room. Among them, Nose Ring Girl doesn’t appear to have coupled up yet, so she might be your only shot. Besides, you did her a favor earlier by giving her Hoseok’s number. The least she can do is partner up with you.

“Y/N, guess what?” She skips over to your desk with a big fat smile on her face. “I just texted Hoseok, and he asked to partner up with me. It’s all thanks to you, babe!”

“Oh, cool.” You try not to sound so disheartened.

She gives you a quick hug before heading back to the boy you indirectly set her up with. You’re happy for her, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t suck. Whether intentional or not, it feels like everyone who comes near you just wants something from you—love advice, a boy’s number, PDA to make their ex jealous, or even answers to the homework—which is fine to an extent. The problem is that people keep taking, and you’re tired of not even getting the bare minimum in return.

To top it all off, Big Tim is headed your way. Yes, you want a partner. No, it’s not going to be him. You’ll pick literally anyone else in the class over him. The question is: who else doesn’t have a partner yet? People are paired up left and right.

Except for maybe the boy sleeping in the seat right next to you.

“Jungkook,” you say in a half-hushed half-hurried voice. The boy doesn’t move an inch. Maybe he’s dead.

You hop out of your chair, stand in front of his desk, and tap on the wooden surface in front of his face. Still no response.

Aware that Big Tim is inching his way closer, you crouch down to hide as if that’ll buy you more time. The boy in front of you needs to wake up right now.

You reach toward his slumped-over body and peel off his hood. There’s a good chance he isn’t dead and just didn’t hear you because he had earbuds in or something. You hope.

No earbuds. But you do find something worth noting—a trail of empty piercing holes up his earlobe. You don’t know Jungkook all that well, but he’s been in a bunch of your comp sci classes and you’ve never seen any piercings on him. You’d remember something like that because you’re a huge sucker for boys covered in piercings and body art. All you remember is that he’s quiet and always gets the highest grades on exams because he’s a genius or whatever.

“Hey Jungkook,” you whisper into his ear and tap one of his fingers. A sleepy eye finally peeks at you. Thank god he isn’t dead. “Wanna be partners?”

He sits up slowly, adjusts his glasses, and looks around the classroom before turning back to your puppy eyes. “Sure, I guess.”

“Good, good,” you sing, scurrying back to your seat. Partner secured. Mission accomplished. Just in the nick of time.

“Y/N, still looking for a partner?” Big Tim asks at your desk.

“I’m actually partnered up with Jungkook, sorry.” You give an apologetic smile. You really need to stop that. If you had just been brutally honest with him the other day at the party, he wouldn’t be here bugging you now.

“That kid asked you to be his partner?” He points a finger at “that kid” who appears to have gone back to sleep.

You nod even though you were the one who technically asked Jungkook.

“And you said yes?”

You nod again. Big Tim continues to stare as if he’s waiting for you to abandon Jungkook for him. Maybe if he wasn’t such an asshole in the first place, you wouldn't be actively avoiding him like the plague. He had his chance.

After several awkward seconds, he finally backs off and Jungkook rises from the dead once more.

“Why didn’t you just partner up with that other guy? It sounded like he wanted to work with you,” Jungkook yawns as he fluffs his bedhead around. He looks so nice and toasty in that hoodie. No wonder why he falls asleep in class so easily.

“That’s not what he wanted.” He wanted to use you to hurt someone else. And you don’t want to be taken advantage of anymore.

“What about everyone else? Aren’t you friends with everyone here?” That’s just the illusion you’ve created. It feels so fake.

You shake your head. “Let’s just say, if a house were on fire and these people had a choice to save either me or one of their actual friends, I’d burn down with the house 10/10 times.”

“And who would you save?” he challenges you. That’s an easy question.

“No one.”

“Good answer.” The edge of his lips curves upward ever so slightly. “Alright, if it’s cool with you, I’ll just do the project myself and slap your name on it. Shouldn’t take me longer than an hour.”

“Wait, I wanna contribute too, you know,” you argue. He might be a smartypants, but you’re not the type of person to slack off and make him do all the work. You wouldn’t be surprised if other people take advantage of him on group projects like this. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t even bother with fake social interactions with peers the way you do. You admire him for that. “We should meet up and work on it together over the weekend.”

“I’m busy,” he says. Bullshit. You can tell when people make up excuses to get out of things because you’re guilty of it too. The difference is that Jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat it with coverup stories like needing to feed your nonexistent fish. Why do you find that so attractive?

“Busy with what?” You flutter your eyelashes and challenge him the way he challenged you. The fact that you’re fighting over the right to help with the project is both silly and refreshing. Usually, it’s the opposite where you’re forced to plead with your group to pull their own weight. But here you are, practically begging the boy to let you do some coding with him. Him pushing you away is a huge turn-on.

“My newborn.” He says it with such a straight face that you take his word for it.

“You have a child?” Your eyes sparkle. That either makes him a young single dilf or a committed family man you probably shouldn’t be batting your eyes at. For everyone’s sake, you hope it’s the former. “If it’s easier for you and the little one, we can work at your place?”

For a long while, he just blinks at you like you’ve said something horribly wrong. Oh no. Maybe he’s still with the kid’s mom and now he thinks you’re trying to invade their space and be some kind of homewrecker.

“I was just fucking with you…” he admits. Why does it feel like he has secondhand embarrassment from your gullible ass? It’s fine, though. You much prefer being gullible over the homewrecker angle. Then he inputs his number and address into your phone. “But if it makes you feel better, come babysit my kid tomorrow.”

The next day, you wake up a little earlier, dress a little cuter, and feel a little more excited than usual. You’re usually indifferent (if not stressed) about hangouts and parties, but Jungkook is different. It’s fun talking to him, and you don’t have to put on a fake smile around him. He’s even got that hot grumpy boy vibe that you’re determined to win over.

After knocking on his door, you wait for a good minute but there’s no response. Maybe he’s still asleep or butt-naked in the shower. You would’ve messaged him that you were on the way, but you were scared he might have second thoughts and cancel the meetup altogether. You’ve lost count of how many times that’s happened to you in your college career.

Just as you lift your fist to knock again, the door swings open. The boy who stands before you has a full sleeve of tattoos, too many piercings to count, a whole man bun, and a handsome face that looks exactly like Jeon Jungkook’s. You didn’t know he had an identical twin with a totally different style. If he wore glasses with a hoodie and took the man bun and piercings out, he’d literally be your quiet neighbor from coding class. It’s fascinating.

“Isn’t it common courtesy to give someone a heads-up before showing up at their door?” he says with his phone in hand. Same grouchy attitude though. You love it.

Wait. You suddenly remember all those mysterious piercing holes you discovered on Jungkook’s ear less than 24 hours ago.

“Why do you look like that?” You point a finger at him as if your question isn’t already rude enough. Maybe you should rephrase it. “I mean, if I’d given you a heads-up, would you have thrown on a hoodie and removed all your piercings before I got here?”

“Maybe.” He lets you into his home, but you’re more concerned about all the sick art on his arm. If he ever rolled up his sleeves in class, you know you’d be too distracted to focus on the lecture. Perhaps that’s why he keeps it all hidden. He’s just looking out for you and your higher education. Yeah right.

“Why do you hide all of this at school?” You’re sure everyone would be coming to you for his number if they knew what he was hiding up his sleeve.

“Tattoos and piercings give people something to talk about,” he explains. “And I’m not really a fan of compliments or small talk.”

Oh. He’s aware of the physical and emotional impact his body art would have on anyone lucky enough to see it with their own eyes. Your poor body is already aching to see more.

“Fine, I won’t talk about how pretty I think your tattoos are.” Or about how hot you find his lip piercing. You’ve always wanted to kiss someone with a lip ring. You’re feeling pouty all of a sudden so you bring out the puppy eyes again.

He studies the way you shamelessly work your charm on him, and you wonder if he picks up on the temptation in your pupils. “I’ll grant you permission to give one single compliment,” he huffs, finally giving in.

You’re quick to wrap your eager paws around his arm and examine it like it’s your most prized possession. The problem is, he has way too many tatts and piercings to fit into a single compliment. You could write a whole essay expressing your love for each piece you see, and that doesn’t even include the ones still buried beneath his clothes.

“Well? Are you gonna fangirl over my tattoos or just keep fondling my arm?” Funny how he’s acting all impatient and bothered by the “fondling” but doesn’t shrug you off of him. In fact, he was the one who lent you his arm in the first place!

“I wish I could see all of them.” That’s your compliment. Because you love the lusting implications behind it.

You flick your eyes up from his arm to his face, and sure enough, he’s got his eye on you as well. It’s almost a crime that it took this long for the two of you to come together like this. You’ve been neighbors in coding class for the past few weeks, and yet you were too busy with the popular crowd and he was too busy not giving a fuck about them. All you want to do now is make up for lost time.

The only thing that distracts you from the boy is a puffy tail minding its own business in the corner of your eye. When you look down, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the tiniest fluffball dropping a mouse toy at your feet.

“Ooh kitty,” you squeal as you squat down to play with the pink-nosed darling. It’s so tiny it fits in the palm of your hand, and its meows sound more like squeaks. “Wait, is this the newborn you were talking about?”

Jungkook nods. “I found her about a week ago and she’s been a menace ever since. Especially in the middle of the night.”

“Is that why you’ve been falling asleep in class lately?” You like the thought of him scolding the kitten for zooming around at 4AM only to fall back asleep with her on his chest. You’ll take a cat dilf any day.

“Yeah. But it also doesn’t help that the professor never says anything important.” He picks up the mouse toy and drops it off with her stash of goodies including a pink bed, a pink blanket, and a pink bunny plushie. The kitten hops into the bed, cuddles up with her bunny, and has the boy cover her up with the blanket. What a spoiled little thing. “So what’s this project about again?”

“You’d know if you were listening!” Gosh, you can’t stand smart people who sleep through every lecture and still come out on top while you’re taking notes and working your ass off. You still want to fuck him though.

“I’m just fucking with you again.” He finally cracks a whole ass smile and it’s beautiful. You’re mesmerized by it as he scoots you over to the computer in his room. “I already finished it, by the way.”

So much for fulfilling your dreams of coding with an exceptionally handsome boy. With a dramatic sigh of disappointment, you run the program on his screen.

As expected, it runs smoothly, free of any bugs. He even threw in an interactive portion with a sleeping kitty. Total cat dad vibes. It’s great, and there’s really no need for you to tamper with the work he’s done. But you refuse to give him the satisfaction of being the one to carry you on this project. Besides, you have an idea of how you can spice up the program and expand on the kitty part.

You spend a good amount of time going through the code line-by-line and inserting small bits here and there. Once you get to the kitty part, you add in a function to wake up the cat and have it start dancing around to a few different songs from your favorite kpop group. When it’s all set, you run it back, earn Jungkook’s stamp of approval, and submit it for your professor to grade.

“Are you sure that Jim guy wasn’t trying to be your partner just to get a good grade? Nerd.” He leans on the chair over your shoulder. You’d correct him on Big Tim’s name, but you’re too focused on the way he looks at you with such gorgeous dark eyes.

“If that were the case, he would’ve asked for a threesome with you too, Nerd,” you fire back. This is the kind of banter that results from putting two smartasses and an immense amount of sexual tension in the same room together. You want more of it.

“Not particularly interested in a threesome with him,” he says rather casually. “Doubt you would be either, judging by that game of dodgeball you were playing yesterday.”

��Well yeah, he’s kind of an asshole.” You shudder at the thought of almost being stuck as Big Tim’s partner. It’s thanks to Jungkook that you escaped that fate.

“Why do you hang out with those people anyway?” He spins your chair around to face outward and lays himself down on his bed next to the kitten who just woke up from her nap. She’s cleaning her paws like a good girl.

“I know I have a lot of shallow connections, but I figure if I surround myself with enough people, I’ll eventually have to run into someone I genuinely like, right?” You hop out of the chair, sit your ass on the edge of the bed, and convince yourself it’s to play with the kitty. She jumps down right away to catch a fly but you don’t chase after her.

“Found anyone yet?” he asks, gazing up at the ceiling like it’s the night sky. What did you ever do to deserve seeing this handsome boy and his tattoos all laid out on the bed like this? You’d do it a million more times.

“There might be a boy I’m interested in,” you hum.

“I bet it’s Jim, isn’t it?” he laughs. Why is “Jim” the one name this guy knows from your class? “You know, like a passionate love-hate type thing?”

“Fuck no.” You shimmy your ass closer to him and block his scenic view of the ceiling with your face. Now it’s you he’s gazing up at. You’re free to admire the tempting ring around his soft lip, the glimmering piercing through his brow, and all his beautiful features that have drawn you to him. You look him in the eye and lie because you know he already knows the truth. “Never mind, it’s no one.”

“Really?” All of a sudden, he pulls your body down against the mattress and climbs on top of you. One hand holds your wrists above your head while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in close but stops half a centimeter from your lips. “I was under the impression you were kind of into me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You were begging to work on this project with me yesterday, fondling my arm as soon as you got here, practically eyefucking me a minute ago,” he pauses as his hand unzips your jeans and presses into the folds between your legs. “And you’re pretty wet for me right now.”

You want to lunge at him and devour his lips to prove how right he is, but your arms are still being held captive. He smirks at your failed attempt to bite him. For now, you have to settle for squeezing your thighs against his hand to get the tiniest bit of stimulation.

“So if it’s not me, who’s this boy you’re interested in?” he whispers into your ear as you feel his hand slipping out from your pleasure spot. “I won’t continue until I get an answer.”

It’d be kinda badass if you had the willpower to keep your lips sealed for at least a minute, but you give in after 0.3 seconds. You never had a fighting chance anyway. “It’s you, Jungkook.”

He smashes his lips against yours, his tongue practically down your throat when he says, “Good girl.”

The ring around his lower lip is cold to the touch, but you keep going in for more. You love the way he tastes—like sweet alcohol that encourages you to keep indulging in the high. He’s so addicting.

At the same time, he helps you kick off your jeans and slides his whole hand back into your panties. He swirls his fingers around, coating them in your lust before rubbing over your clit. The jolt of pleasure draws a soft moan from your mouth and gets your body nice and hot. Normally, you’d be eager to get your hands back to join in on the fun, but the boy somehow knows exactly how you like being touched and toyed with. Plus, you kinda like the idea of being so helpless beneath him.

Eventually, your panties come off, followed by your shirt and his. You get the perfect view of his full sleeve as well as the big shark tattoo on his ribs. If you weren’t so horny, you’d drop everything to analyze each piece in depth. But right now, all your weak mind can handle is admiring the shark.

As soon as he lets your wrists breathe, you run your fingers along his ribs, tracing the tattoo from head to tail. The lines are so smooth and pretty. He has great taste in art and apex predators. You’ll have to ask him for the artist later so you can get yourself a baby shark at your hip.

“Got any others I should know of?” you ask with two paws ready to tear his black jeans off of him.

“Just one.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck and sucks hard to mark you as his. You can’t wait for Big Tim to see it on Monday. “You’re gonna have to earn it, though.”

You’ll do anything to get his pants off and find that final tattoo. You need to see his bare body in full, and you have an idea of how to earn it.

“Please?” For the hundredth time, you bring out the puppy eyes because that might be his only weakness. His body twitches a tiny bit, but you realize you have to take it up a notch with the dilf angle. “Please, daddy?”

The word not only makes your face hot but also taunts the bulge ready to burst out of his pants. He watches with immense focus as you unbuckle him and free his hard cock from all the fabric standing in its way.

You assumed you would’ve had to search his skin for that last tattoo, but it’s staring you right in the face. A fat snake slithers along his cock, tempting you to stroke it with its seductive glare. You’d appreciate the design more if not for the fact that snakes eat cute little lizards like salamanders and chameleons, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t incredibly hot.

Without thinking, you wrap both of your hands around his length the same way you had with his arm. Jungkook would probably use the term “fondling” again if he wasn’t so entranced by your touch. If he’s like this with just your hands, you wonder how he’d fare with your whole mouth around him.

Just as you lick the drool from the corner of your lips, he lifts your chin up to meet his gaze. “If you do good today, I’ll let you have a taste tomorrow, yeah?”

Tomorrow is too long of a wait for a starved babe like yourself, but you nod anyway because you want to be praised again.

“Good girl,” he purrs as he removes the final piece of clothing over your breasts. Then he leans back to get your whole bare body in sight. “Can you show daddy how you want to be touched?”

You start by squeezing your breasts together and working your way down to your core. Your legs spread themselves open and your fingers glide right in. One hand pumps in and out of your hole while the other strokes your clit. You’re so wet you’d think you’d already orgasmed several times if you didn’t know any better.

With shy eyes, you glance up at the boy watching your every move. This is the first time someone has ever dropped everything to watch you touch yourself. You usually just tease your clit a little if the cock inside you isn’t enough, but never once has a boy given you his full attention like this. He might not take any notes in class, but he’s definitely jotting a few things down for the next time it’s his turn to play with you.

Your fingers speed up and your panting gets louder. How long is he going to make you suffer before he takes over? The one thing you need right now is for him to fuck you senseless.

But instead of getting handsy with you, he grabs his cock and forces you to watch—not that you’d look away anyway.

“Do you want this cock inside your tight little pussy?” he says rather calmly as he jerks off.

You nod as a gasp for more pleasure escapes you.

“Beg for it.”

“Please daddy,” you whimper, giving up the last of your dignity. “I need you inside my tight little pussy.”

“Such a good girl.” He throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you. It’s definitely a tight fit, but your body adjusts to him accordingly. You almost lose it when you hear the way he grunts your name.

As he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself getting dangerously close. “Jungkook, I’m—”

“Don’t cum yet,” he warns. “Not until I say so.”

You wish you’d known he was the type to torture you for one single release. If you’d known sooner, you would’ve tried to pace yourself. Now you’re stuck on the edge without permission to orgasm. You love it here.

In the meantime, he gives you some more sloppy kisses. His tongue doesn’t have to fight for dominance over your docile one, but he’s certainly not holding back. That, in combination with the forceful thrusting down below, is your definition of the best rough sex.

At some point, the pleasure begins to melt altogether into a foggy haze of feral lust. Your moans have been reduced to a broken record machine, and your poor body is just waiting to hear the word to finally hit its high. You don’t even know how much time has passed.

“You poor thing,” he growls into your mouth. On pure instinct, you tighten around him and feel him tense up. “Do you enjoy it when I tease you like this?”

You nod without thinking too hard about it.

“Think you can go another hour?”

Hell no, but you nod anyway.

“I’m not that mean,” he chuckles as his hands slide up and down your limp legs. “But good to know.”

He quickens the pace to build the pleasure back up with you still so tight around him. Your obnoxious moans and whimpers give porn star vibes. He better let you get your release soon if he doesn’t want any complaints from his neighbors.

“Please, Jungkook, I can’t—” you gasp, biting back the impending wave of pleasure. Your claw marks are etched into his ribs. “Please let me cum.”

Satisfied with your begging, he nods with the cockiest smile you’ve ever seen and gives you the okay. It feels like your whole body breaks into a million pieces of pure pleasure. Your back arches, your walls tighten even more around him, and your chest heaves up and down as you ride the wave out.

Not long after, he pulls out and pumps his fat cock over your breasts until they’re covered in his lust like two glazed donuts. He admires your glossy worn-out body for a good while before tossing you a hand towel to clean up. You feel timid and small all of a sudden. What if there’s nothing left to say after the excitement of sex has come and gone? What if he shrugs you aside like everyone else does once they get what they want from you?

“Did you really call me daddy?” He throws his pants back on and joins you back on the bed. You can tell he’s trying his best to hide a smile, but you see through him. It’s adorable.

“I thought you were into it, no?” Your face is flushed with heat again as you slip back into your outfit.

“It’s cute coming from you, I guess,” he shrugs as if he’s not aware of how weak he is to your baby girl charm. “I was just going with it because you said it first.”

“Well if you don’t like it, I won’t say it next time.” You give him a hmph for extra emphasis.

“I didn’t say that,” he clarifies, almost a little too quickly. You knew it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Your voice is soft.

“Go for it.”

“Why did you invite me over even though you finished most of the project yourself?” It’s been in the back of your mind all day, although you did shove it away during the sex.

“Well, my little demon cat kept me up all night so I thought I might as well work on it. And you were hard set on coming here, weren’t you?” he says. You nod for him to continue. “But also, I wanted you to know that there’s at least one person in our class who’d save you from that house on fire.”

He’d choose you. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah, but you hate everyone else, so I’m your only option.” Your smartass can’t help but point out the flaw in his statement. If anything, it’s you challenging him one last time.

“Maybe you’re the only option that matters,” he hums to himself as if those words don’t mean a thing. Who knew a grumpy boy could say such soft things? And who knew you’d fall for it?

If a hundred shallow friendships is what it took to bring you to this moment—this boy on this bed—then you’re glad you took that route. And you’re even happier that that route ends where this new one begins.

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Each and Every Time

Saw this post and got inspired to write a very angsty fic. Thank you for the idea @ayselluna!

No. Not again. Not again!

Your fingertips miss his by a hair’s breadth and his ruby red eyes widen as gravity pulls at his body, dragging him into the abyss that waits for him.

“Astarion!” You scream. You’re tired, so tired of screaming his name like this, so tired of watching him fall over and over again, so tired…of watching him die for the thousandth time.

His gaze meets yours, lips forming a soundless word as blood drenches his front, streams of crimson trickling from the corners of his mouth. You can see the fear in his eyes, the panic, but you can’t form the words he needs to hear. You don’t know how to comfort him, reassure him that everything will be alright when you can’t even tell yourself that. All you can think about is when you lost count of how many times you’ve watched him die.

You can’t remember when.

Tears begin to blur your vision as you collapse to your knees, wondering how many more times you must see this sight. You howl, you curse, screaming to the gods above with all that your shattered heart can muster, and then the world warps into a familiar myriad of colours, dropping you off right back where you started.

Your feet carry you west of the crashed nautiloid ship, the route long memorised and you swallow the lump in your throat when a familiar figure comes into view. He stands with his back to you, the sun shining on silvery-white curls and speaks the words.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.”

Grief wells up, your chest tightening as you force your arms to remain where they are. This Astarion doesn’t know who you are, doesn’t know of who he will become, doesn’t know anything of your relationship.

“Are you…alright?” Shadowheart asks. “You’re tearing up.”

Tearing up? You reach up, touching your face only for your fingers to come away wet.

You’re actually crying.

Astarion’s face contorts into one of confusion, his lips parting to say something but you brush him off with a shake of your head, quickly wiping the tears away.

“Where is it?” You ask, gaze trained on the bush where you know the boar is hiding. Your mind is elsewhere, running through various ways to protect the vampire you know you will fall in love with all over again as he gestures towards the bush. The boar runs out moments later, followed by the flash of an all too familiar dagger but you’re too deep in thought to notice, until his voice whispers into your ears.

“I saw you scuttling about on the ship. You’re in league with them, aren’t you? Those tentacled —”

The tadpole in your brain resonates with his, snapping you out of your thoughts and you wonder if he caught a glimpse of any of his previous selves. How would he react if you told him everything? If you told him he was destined to fall in love with you over and over again? If you told him of the many ways you’d seen life leave his eyes?

Still, you run through the motions of convincing him to join your party, shoving away all memories of the times you had tried to leave him to fend for himself and trying not to break down in front of him again when he fakely smiles at you, does his little dramatic bow and asks you to lead the way.

Like he always did in the beginning.

You go through it all again, both the journey and the relationship. You keep to yourself the knowledge that Astarion is Cazador’s vampire spawn, the knowledge of the ritual, the knowledge of his scars for you know he is unprepared to face Cazador as he is right now — fearful and afraid. It hurts to see him go through it all again, to see him at his lowest. Each and every time he meets you in the forest under the moonlight, sensually whispering the same words into your ear, you bite your tongue to stop yourself from spilling it all and let him believe the lie he tells himself.

Your heart breaks each time you hear him fight his nightmares, knowing your relationship is nowhere close enough for you to enter his tent without being attacked, forcing you to sit outside his tent and listen to his cries all while desperately wanting to comfort him.

He’s so near yet so far.

The mornings after you check up on him, only to be brushed off as he stalks into the forest, hiding the tear streaks on his face. You know the exact nightmare he dreamt of, it’s always the same one at this juncture of the journey, but you dare not tell him that. Your nightmares always change, but it’s always one of Astarion’s deaths and you wake up in cold sweat each time, praying he didn’t hear his name fall from your lips. He has never asked you about it, so you assume he didn’t hear.

You give him his favourite weapons each and every time, pretending never to know that they are the weapons he’s most comfortable using, feigning surprise to blend in with the rest of the party when he starts dishing out damage with ease. You slip spools of thread into his tent when he’s not looking, secretly fuelling the hobby he’s never told anyone about.

Finally, your ragtag group makes it to Moonrise Towers. You know this marks the start of a deeper relationship with Astarion, once you’ve encountered the drow named Araj. You keep your words to yourself when Ketheric shows his immortality, the lies required for free rein of Moonrise Towers slipping from your lips like honey. You can feel your heartbeat quicken as your party draws nearer and nearer to Araj, a mixture of anxiety and excitement stirring within you. You know it’s after this that Astarion lets you in, you’ve gone through this countless times and yet your feelings about this moment never change.

You resist the urge to throttle Araj when you meet her for the first time in this journey, knowing you have to let Astarion do the talking before you step in to back him up. The scene unfolds like always and you say the words that leave Astarion bewildered yet happy, with a warmth blooming within his chest.

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to.”

You mean it, you always do. You see the corners of his lips curve into a small smile when he realises the meaning of your words and feel tears prick your eyes. Would this be the last time you needed to witness this? Would this journey end the same way the previous ones did?

When the rest make camp, you step out for a bit to clear your head first. You know what is to come, you know how much this moment means to Astarion.

You know how much this moment affects you.

You’re afraid. You always are at this moment. Once more you will have to open your heart to him, let him in with the lingering knowledge he may die in front of your eyes again, love him despite the pain that may follow suit, and still your feet bring you to his tent, pulled in the direction by your heart. No matter how painful it may be, your heart will always yearn for him, so you will continue to keep your secret, hide your hurt deep within, all for his sake.

Despite everything, Astarion will always fall for you, and you him. You cannot lie to him, cannot pretend like you don’t care about him, that you don’t love him so deeply it hurts, instead you stifle your sobs as you close the gap, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, an action you’ve done so many times before.

This time. This time you will save him.

Everything passes by in a blur after that. He starts to call you by more familiar pet names, starts to be intimate with you in more ways than nightly activities and you grin and bear it all. You ignore the shaking in your hands whenever he leans in to kiss you, focusing on the fact that he is alive right here and now. If he has noticed any of this, he says nothing and you’re grateful for that. You’re not sure how to explain why you’re constantly on the verge of tears when he says a particular line or does a particular action.

Your party defeats the Netherbrain once more, a battle you’ve long tired of and this time you choose to settle down with Astarion in a small quaint village on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, hoping to avoid potential threats. You invite the others to celebrate a year of this new life, this new future. Is this the end of your suffering?

And then he gets staked right through the heart.

You don’t even have the energy to scream anymore. You can vaguely hear the others chasing after the vampire hunters, shouts and screams mingling in the air but all you do is crumple to the floor, mind numb. Crimson spreads everywhere, imprints on your shirt where his bloody hand grasps at you as he coughs up blood. The damned stake is still sticking out of his body, his trembling hand reaching up to wipe away the tears that fall silently, smearing more blood on your face in the process.

“It’s…alright…my love…I…thank…you...” He smiles softly and his hand falls to the stained floor, cold and motionless.

“How many more?” You whisper to no one. “How many more times?”

You can’t even bring yourself to cradle his body, you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve done that already. You rise to your feet, wanting nothing more than for this to end and your broken heart keens, desperate for this loop to be over. The world bursts into a myriad of colours and you choke your tears back down.

You will always love him. No matter the cost. And that fact tears you apart.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion #astarion angst #bg3 angst

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valley-of-headcanons · 10 months

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Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳

best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot

hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3

warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart

requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏

Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.

“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.

“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”

And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.

You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.

Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”

“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.

“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.

Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.

“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.

“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.

“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.

With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?

“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.

“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.

“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.

“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”

You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.

He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.

“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.

His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.

Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.

“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.

You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv sebastian x farmer #stardew valley sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #stardew sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian x farmer #sdv oneshots

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meanbossart · 4 months

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So what was your drow's reaction to Cazador?

Initial reaction? After all of Astarion's building-up of the guy? How strong, powerful, scary and cruel he was? How he was the sole reason his life had been ruined for two centuries and reduced him into the small, prickly thing he is? Pretty damn underwhelmed, honestly.

One of the dialogue options you have when you first talk to Cazador is something along the lines of "This is the pathetic guy you were so scared of, Astarion?" and that tone-deaf, insensitive little quip was tailor made for DU drow in that moment. He wouldn't even have been to help himself from making it. He would have Always assumed Astarion was blowing Cazador's capabilities out of proportion, and he was still let down by what he saw.

Then, Cazador whisks Astarion away into the ritual line-up with a little wave and proceeds to give the party one of most difficult fights in the game. He was a little humbled. Just a little. Life definitely flashed before his eyes a couple of times. What's a little funny is that since *I* didn't realize I could help Astarion down, I just had to tank Cazador out of the fight to stop the ritual as fast as possible, which took a few tries. I definitely see that course of action as canonical, that Instead of thinking to pull Astarion back into the fight to help out DU drow's immediate reaction is to hack the guy away, almost entirely on his own, as quickly as possible at the cost of being ganged on by 99 ghouls every turn and reduced to like 2 health, lol.

Then after it was all said and done he was probably real damn quiet about all the lip from earlier.

As a bonus little fun fac: Something which was really formative for my development of his character was a little dialogue option you get after the fight - where you have the option to tell Astarion that you will never allow something like that to happen to him again, and Astarion's reaction is very understandable; he appreciates the sentiment, but you can tell he resents being painted as a damsel in distress. This would proceed to go entirely over DU drow's head, of course.

Bonus bonus fact: they didn't bang at the graveyard LOL.

#ask #du drow #astarion #bg3 spoilers

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blue-sadie · 11 months

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Na'vi At Heart

Tsu'tey x Dreamwalker Reader

Summary: based off this post

(Sorry it is not exactly like the post instead of it in your guys hut its by the soul tree)

Warning: mating, over-stimulation, forest sex

Yn/3rd person pov

The celebration continued for hours, the singing and dancing never ceasing and for the first time ever you saw tsu'tey enjoying himself.

He hand his hands on your waist smiling as he whispered into your ear how lucky he was with you, since you became full na'vi and buried your human body he's always has his hands on you.

But there is still one thing you haven't done yet which is sex but it was getting to the point you'd just jump on him now and ride him not caring if people saw.

But you didn't want to make the first move "come with me" he murmured grasping your hand tightly but not enough to hurt you and he started to lead you away from the party.

"Where are we going" I laughed as he pulled me onto his ikran who screeched happily as he saw me "just trust me" tsu'tey smiled as we took off, tsu'teys arms were wrapped around me tightly as we flew through the sky.

The night was lit up by certain plants down below and the sky was lit up by the moons and stars it was an amazing sight.

we flew in silence and I glanced over my shoulder every few moments but blushed as I always found him looking at me.

He took us to the tree of souls, landing a bit away "why are we here" I asked but he silenced me as he help me off his ikran "just trust me my love" he murmured softly.

He led me to the tree which illuminated the air around it "I know we have yet to mate" he murmured grabbing both my hands gently and bringing them to his chest.

"but I wanted to do it the right way" he said his eyes flickering back and forth between our intertwined hands and my eyes.

I tilted my head in confusion yes I learnt about a lot of the Na'vi culture but the mating ritual has been like a blank zone "what do you mean" I asked he chuckled softly and pecked my lips.

"We mate before eywa" he murmured and moved his lips to my neck I closed my eyes tightly and let out soft moans as he sucked on my neck as he slowly guided me to the tree.

We stood under the leaves of the soul tree and he pulled back from my neck "do you trust me" he asked his eyes never leaving mine my eyes fluttered.

"y-yes" I whispered and watched as his hand reached around and gently clasped my queue making me let out a surprised gasp "shh it's ok" he murmured as his free hand grabbed his.

"When we link our queues we become bonded" he explained as he handed me my queue "it is the way of showing our love for one another" he rambled shyly I smiled up to him.

"Then let's do this" I giggled and we brought our queues together I let out a soft moan as it connected making him smirk proudly I looked into his eyes and it was like something changed they went filled with care anymore but with lust and hunger.

"Tsu-" I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine in a rough but passionate kiss "fuck" I cursed against his lips as his hands dragged long my body.

"Lay down" he growled as he forced me to the ground our queues never unlinking "tsu'tey" I murmured watching as he removed my clothing his eyes never leaving my body.

"Such beauty" he growled leaning down so his face was infront of my core he's eyes stared at me as he started eating me out his tongue licking circles around my clit making me squirm and moan.

"Delicious taste" he muttered shoving his face more into me "tsu'tey" I moaned out arching my back he never was like this he was always gentle and kind.

He pulled back his tongue licking around his mouth to clean off my juices "so perfect but impure" he growled and I was about to ask what he ment but froze as he took off his loincloth in one swift movement.

My mouth opened and shut his was rock hard and twitching "I have to fuck you to get the demon blood out so don't think we're sleeping tonight my love" he groaned as he rubbed his shaft before positioning himself infront of my core.

He stared down at me with hunger before plunging in, I whimpered out at the stretch he was big "tsu'tey" i whined my hands holding onto his shoulders as he started to thrust rapidly.

But he was like on another world not responding just concentrating on fucking me hard, he grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder angling his movements downwards which made me see stars.

"Fuck don't stop" he was hitting all the right places and soon a knot began to form "tsu'tey" I moaned as my moans were starting to get higher.

My body shook from pleasure as I cum my moans trembled as I cam around him "my love" tsu'tey growled as he slowly came to a stop and forced me into dogy-style before continuing "fuck" I cried.

He started smacking my ass as he whispered praises into my ear his voice low and dangerous my hands gripped and tugged at the ground below me as he rutted hastily into me.

His groans and moans started filling the air and his cock began to twitch "my love I'm about to cum" he growled out grabbing my hips roughly pulling me back into him as he cam "fuck" I yelled my eyes rolling as he filled me up.

I wanted to fall limp but he just laughed putting me into another position "like I said my love we're not sleeping tonight".

#avatar #avatar pandora #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x reader smut #avatar smut #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey x reader smut #tsu'tey #tsu'tey x dreamwalker reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Carpe Noctem 4

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulatin, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Sundays feel like you have a second job as you tend to everything that’s been neglected during the week. Switching to alpha shift is always hardest as he resets his clock to be at the station by five in the morning. You pity him, your shifts are early but steady; the weeks don’t differ even if your job presents new experiences daily.

Once the apartment is clean you start on dinner, packing some leftovers for his lunch and prepping breakfast for the morning. When that’s done and you’ve eaten, it’s almost time to go to bed. Johnny’s in the shower and you’ll have one of your own after. As you wait, you scroll on your phone.

A puff of steam precedes him as the click of the door draws your attention. He enters with only a towel on, a trickle of water on his abs. You smile at him over the top of your phone.

“Oh, who’s got you so bubbly?” He challenges as he goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of boxers.

“You,” you say as you put your phone down and stand. “It’ll be nice being on the same shift again.”

“Yeah,” she shrugs and drops his towel, pulling on his boxers before stepping over the damp heap. “I’m gonna stretch out and watch some TV.”

“Alright, I’ll get washed up.”

“Good idea,” he snorts and snaps his knuckles across your ass as he passes.

You squeal and he chuckles. You scoop up his wet towel and take it with you. You hang it over the bar as you enter the bathroom and you gather up the dirty clothes he left on the tile. You take those to the hamper and return to start up the shower with a fresh pair of your pajamas.

The water is lukewarm. The building really only offers a good ten minutes of hot water at a time and he was in there for a while. You wash up and get out to go about your moisturizing ritual, tweezing your brows and a few stray hairs on your chin. You’re not overly zealous about your looks but your self-care is your time.

You enter the bedroom in your cotton pajamas, a pair of shorts and a button up tee. As you go to drop your old clothes in the hamper, you notice Johnny is chewing his thumb at his phone. No, not his, yours.

“What’s going on?” You go to the bed as he keeps his thumb scrolling.

“Your phone kept going off,” he tosses it onto your side of the bed, “I was just tryna shut the damn ringer off.”

“Oh,” you grab it and put it back on the night stand as you crawl in next to him.

“Mmm, you smell like yourself again,” he gives a deep whiff. “You smell like my girl.”

“Johnny, I told you–”

“I know what you said but I don’t know if I believe you.”

You withhold a sigh. You don’t say anything. Arguing will only make him more adamant.

“You know I love you,” you lean over to kiss him. He shifts so you peck his cheek.

“I thought you did,” he slumps back against his pillow and glares at the television.

“You know I do,” you touch his arm gently.

He sniffs and tilts his head, “I don’t want you going out anymore.”

“I’m sorry, but the twins–”

“You gotta decide who’s more important; me or the twins,” he huffs. “I can’t marry a party girl.”

You’re quiet. You swallow and stare at him, almost breathless. “Marry?”

“One day, yeah. When you’re ready,” he says pointedly.

🎀

You come out of the daycare centre, tired to the bone as you drag your feet across the parking lot. Monday’s are usually a bit unpredictable but that day was entirely wild. The kids were like animals, restless and rambunctious. You’re happy to be done, even if you still have to drive home and make dinner.

You come to the far corner where you like to park. It’s in the shade and out of the way of the parents coming and going. As you get to your spot, you slow as you see a figure leaning nonchalantly on your hood. You stop short and your mouth falls open before snapping shut.

“You seem like the kid type,” Lloyd says as he tilts his head, arms crossed over his chest, “you got that motherly touch and all.”

You blink at him, dumbfounded. You say nothing and clutch your keys. You don’t know what to say. You have no idea how he found you or why he would bother. The purple blotch on his cheek might suggest a reason.

You go around the car as you ignore him and unlock only the driver’s side. He steps away from the hood and follows you. You turn and point your key at him sharply.

“Don’t come any closer,” you warn.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything,” he puts his hands up, “I'll keep my hands to myself if you do the same. I'm just here to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you insist as you press your other hand to the handle on the car door.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know you.”

“We can change that, sweet cheeks,” he winks.

“How did you– you know what, doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Go away.”

You open the car door and swing into the seat. As you try to close it, he catches it from the other side, holding it in place as he leans over to see you.

“Your friends are… talkative when they’re drinking,” he smirks, “told me all about you. And Johnny. Sounds like a real prize.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything I need to know,” he taunts, “enough to know that you need, nay, you deserve more than that two pump chump.”

You roll your eyes and pull on the door. He’s strong as it doesn’t budge an inch from his grasp. He chortles and lets go as you try again and the door slams. He bends down and looks at you through the window.

“Go take care of the man child,” he sneers, “you can hit me up when you’re ready to be taken care of.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #carpe noctem #the club #the gray man #johnny storm #fantastic four

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tokkias · 7 months

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nalu fluff fic rec list a list of my personal favourite fluffy reads on ao3! (+ a few of my own too :])

* indicates my must reads :]

Anything For You by goldviolet Despite Natsu's childish desire to know anything and everything, he's decided that there are somethings he's okay with not knowing.

Eye of the Beholder by madartiste Natsu realizes something about Lucy after seeing her in her old habitat.

your heart, my heart by aitnes * "Is that how you want to fall in love?" He asks, drowsily, quietly. She jerks around, staring at him for what feels like an eternity. Emotions brim brightly in the brown of her eyes, as if she's about to give up the most important, vulnerable part of her. As if all that she's ever wanted was to give it to him. "Yeah." Her voice, no louder than a whisper. "Yeah, I think so." Of windows, seasons, and slow change.

it takes two (it takes us) by aitnes She throws her arms over his shoulders, her fingertips brushing across the back of his neck and setting his skin on fire, and suddenly nothing is funny anymore. The team goes undercover at a ball for a mission, but Natsu winds up catching a little bit more than rogue mages.

The Colours Are Brighter, When I'm With You by RyuuSha * They say that you see the world differently when you’re in love. Lucy supposed that was true enough.

i’ll make you a promise (watch you dance with your keys) by tetsuryu * She cracks her whip across the earth and he thinks he might be in love.

what it feels like to fall in love by tokkias "Natsu?" "Yeah?" There’s a brief pause between when he responds and when she manages to articulate a reply. She looks almost contemplative, as though she hasn’t thought her question through or perhaps, that she doesn’t know if she even wants to ask at all. "Do you think you’ve ever been in love?"

Something Bubbly, Something Blue by madartiste Natsu discovers that he likes weddings.

Natural Progression by snickerdoodlles Epiphanies sucked. They made idiots boyfriend material and her mind more perverted than a trashy romance novel.

Your Hands Are Warm by chikachoo Lucy discovers that absence does make the heart grow fonder. Contrary to what she would have everyone believe.

A Matter of Time by shizutans You don’t know much about the stars, but you are certain in your belief that she is a supernova. Her gentle touches are explosions on your skin, and all you can see is her. She is blinding.

a thousand red roses by natsudragneelswh0re Natsu and Lucy come back from a mission that puts pressure on not only them, but also their relationship. There only seems to be one option to resolve their conflict, but the 'only option' seems to be different to either party.

ten baby dragons (or less) by tokkias Making a family of his own is not something Natsu had ever given much thought to, but as he holds one of the guild's tiniest new additions in his arms he catches a glimpse into his future.

Amazing by Kaleidoscope_777 Natsu and Lucy's monthly routine is interrupted by a seemingly harmless question.

Post-Job Rituals by GemmaRose It's not something they've ever really talked about, but Natsu has long since stopped being surprised when Lucy pulls his head into her lap to play with his hair after a job well done.

i would say all of this, but i don't wanna ruin the moment by luckymio * As he sat on his bed, only the sounds of his fingers clicking against the controller, the monsters in his game groaning, even though the game was paused, and the flipping of pages, he realized that he couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t in love with Lucy. It had always been him and her, Natsu and Lucy, them. Always them.

Furry by TheTinyFoxtail Lucy's embarrassed, Natsu's gone too far, and Happy's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. No, this wasn't what Lucy had pictured her first kiss with Natsu to be like.

night drives by luckymio Those nights were magic. For him, they were magic. Lucy’s face in the side mirror, her eyes gentle, slightly dazed, and trained on the blurry houses and apartments. She would sing softly, close to a whisper, her voice almost drowned out from the sound of tire against pavement. But he heard it, because he never focused on the music, because he only focused on her.

taking the hint by tokkias In which Natsu tries his best to let Lucy knows how he feels, but she just can't seem to take the hint.

Winter by bumblebeehugs Lucy has the worst morning known to human kind, until Natsu comes to her rescue. (but you should read the whole Lovely Seasons series anyway)

#nalu #fairy tail #nalu fic recs #fan fiction

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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Hi! Are you still taking prompts? You’re one of my favorite writers lately and I’m wondering if you’re still taking requests…

If so can I ask for “i’ve been thinking about you all day“ & “shh. there’s people in the other room.“ with Joel Miller. Semi-public where they do it in the bathroom with people outside. Maybe they even get caught whatever you like and make it as freaky as you want 🥵

Thank you so much! 💖

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for sending this in and for such kind words, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! 🫶🏼 This was such a perfect prompt pairing for our man Joel - I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you do too! Hopefully it's freaky enough for you! 😘

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Word Count | 1.8k

Warnings | Kinda public sex, unprotected PiV sex (Honestly guys unless it's the end of the world, wrap it up), just Joel being a general menace really, tiny return to mirror sex (is this now a thing?). SMUTTY SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

You’d been thinking about Joel all day and judging by the way he was currently staring at you from across the room, he’d been doing the same. You’d woken up too late that morning to indulge in what was quickly becoming a morning ritual of getting each other off in bed before you went about your daily tasks. He’d tried to blame the tiredness on you, but when you’d retorted that if he’d stopped at making you come twice with his mouth, instead of insisting on three times and then the two more he’d coaxed from you whilst he was buried deep inside you, you’d have been asleep at a reasonable time. Not even Joel Miller could argue with that.

The party was in full swing at The Tipsy Bison – It had become a weekly occurrence on a Friday evening for as many people as possible to gather in the bar and toast making it another week through the end of the world. You were leant against the bar, only half-listening to what the girls around you were talking about, eyes trained on Joel who was doing pretty much the same as you, half-listening to Tommy and the other people around him, sipping at whiskey with his eyes never leaving you or your body.

You can tell you’re both playing a game, wanting to know which one of you is going to break first and drag the other one home. You want him to break first, it’s always you. Whilst you have his eyes on you, you lift your own glass of whiskey to your lips, pulling it away too soon on purpose, letting a drop of the amber liquid pool on your bottom lip. You stare him straight in the eye over the crowd as you drag your tongue across your lip, biting into it a little for good measure. You can see the smirk on his mouth, he knows exactly what you’re doing.

You watch as he rests a hand on the back of the chair next to him. He bends to set his empty glass on the table and then he stands back up, hip popped in his usual stance, fingers stuck through his belt loop. He knows you love it when he stands like this, even better if it’s leant up against the doorway to your bedroom. You curse at the fact that you've lost this battle, yet again.

“Excuse me ladies.” You smile at the group around you, leaving your half-finished drink on the bar.

You slink through the crowd before you come to a stop next to him, greeting Tommy and the rest of the men in his group with a small smile and a ‘hello’. You snake your arm around his waist, pressing the side of your body to his. To anyone else it looks innocent enough, but then they can’t see your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans. Joel looks down at you, eye glazed dark with lust as his free arm comes to rest along your shoulders. Everyone else is deep in conversation around you, not really noticing you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You say quietly, just loud enough for him to catch.

“is that so, darlin’?” He replied, southern drawl more prominent thanks to the whiskey in his system, “What were you thinkin’ about, specifically?”

Your hand in his back pocket squeezes the meat of his ass, “Was thinking about being able to get you home, strip you down and have my way with you.”

“That so?” His eyebrow raises, you’re always surprised by how he can act so nonchalant like this in public, even with your hands all over him, “Well darlin’, I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day too, but I don’t think we need to go all the way home to get what we want.”

Your eyes widen at his suggestion. He wouldn’t, would he? Find somewhere here that he could fuck you? But the more you think about it, the more you realise that exactly what he would do and that’s exactly what he’s talking about. His arm drops from your shoulders, drags your hand from his jeans pocket and then he’s dragging you away from the group, not even bothering to mumble an excuse.

It's busy enough in the bar that no-one really notices his purposeful strides through them. No-one notices when you slink by the side of the bar and down the small hallway. No-one is around to see him push you into the small bathroom and lock the door behind you.

Your back is pressed against the wall and he’s on you in seconds once he’s sure no-one is going to burst in through the door. His hands are cupping your cheeks, it’s a softness that is completely opposite to the way his lips are moving against yours. They’re pressed to yours almost painfully, your hands are gripping the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to you, if it were even possible.

You open your mouth against his and all at once his tongue is in your mouth. The taste of him is overwhelming, whiskey mainly, but the telltale taste that’s just Joel. Your tongue is on his and at this point you don’t know where you end and he begins, it’s always so overwhelming. His hands drop from your face to hold your hips through the denim of your jeans. His mouth is pulling from yours and you’re whining at the loss of contact.

“We don’t have much time, darlin’,” He muses, turning you so your front is facing the sink of the bathroom, there’s a small mirror in which you can see you both, “We gotta be quick, okay?” You nod, “And quiet.”

You nod again, and then he’s reaching around and undoing the button of your jeans, pulling the zipper down before he’s yanking them and your underwear down to your ankles.

“Touch yourself for me,” He demands as he moves back from you, you follow his orders and dip your fingers down to your pussy, you’re already slick, “Tell me how wet you are for me alright.”

“Joel-” You moan as you bring the gathered slick up to rub circles on your clit, “I’m soaked for you baby.”

“Of course you are,” you watch as he grins at you in the mirror, hearing him undo his belt, “You always are.”

You can hear him shedding his own jeans behind you and excitement pools in your belly, he really is going to fuck you in the bathroom with people just a few feet away. You feel his hands palm the globes of your ass, before one of them dips to your pussy, testing your claim that you’re soaked for him.

“You weren’t lyin’ were you?” He chuckles as he pushed two fingers inside of you, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth as the intrusion mixes with the pleasure of your fingers on your clit, “Shhhh. There are people in the other room, baby.”

“It’s hard, Joel.” You whimper, referencing the need to be quiet.

“It certainly is darlin’,” You’re watching him in the mirror as you feel his cock nudge at your weeping entrance, “All because of you.”

“I wasn’t-” You try and talk, but he’s already sliding the tip of his cock inside you, “Ohhhh fuck Joel.”

“You like that, darlin’?” He asks once he’s fully sheathed in your tight heat, you lift your head and catch his eyes in the mirror, your mouth is hanging open as he starts moving out of you, “You look like you do.” He fucking winks at you then and you swear you almost die on the spot.

“Oh my god Joel just fuck me already.” You’re begging now and one of his hands flies to your mouth to cover it.

“What did I say about bein’ quiet?!” He hisses into your ear, “You gotta keep your mouth shut if I’m gonna have to stop darlin’, you understand?” Another nod from you.

His hand doesn’t leave your mouth, but he starts a punishing pace of thrusts into you from behind. It’s your favourite position, Joel always seems to reach as deep as is humanely possible when he takes you from behind and tonight is no exception. You can feel him hitting that sweet spot inside of you, add that to the circles you haven’t ceased drawing on your clit and you’re close. So very close.

“Joel-” You mumble against the palm of his hand, he moves it slightly so he can hear you, “I’m so fucking close.”

He chuckles again, still thrusting his cock inside you before he speaks, “Don’t hold back on my account.”

It’s all the permission you needed, his palm straight back over your mouth as you fall over the edge. You can feel your pussy fluttering around him as you rub yourself through the aftershocks of your orgasm and you can hear his own grunts from behind you. It’s always like this, once your tight heat is clenching around him he’s never far behind you.

“Darlin’, you feel so fucking good like this,” He whispers into your ear, “Gonna come for you baby.”

Another moan, yet again muffled by the skin of his palm. You groan at the emptiness you feel when he’s pulling from your pussy, you know he’s fisting his cock behind you and within seconds you can feel the warmth of his cum spreading over your backside – thick ropes of it painting your skin as he lowly groans out your name.

There’s always a moment like this with the two of you, in the moments after you’ve both tipped yourselves into oblivion, when you’re silent save for the heaving of you both trying to catch your breath. This time it’s interrupted by someone trying the handle of the door and then loudly knocking on it.

“Gimme a minute!” Joel calls out, moving quickly to gather some paper towels from behind him.

He’s usually softer with this part, but he’s running the towels quickly over your skin to wipe the remnants of his spend from your skin. Then he’s roughly pulling your jeans up – you catch them halfway and finish dressing yourself whilst he does the same behind you. You’re about to reach for the lock on the door when his hand catches your wrist.

He’s pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, letting his hand softly run through your hair, “I promise I’ll take my time with you later, darlin’,” He’s smiling before letting your wrist go, “Ladies first.”

You silently groan as you unlock the door and pull the door open. There’s a man stood against the wall that you don’t recognize, maybe he’s knew – what an impression to make. His eyes widen in realization when he sees Joel follow you out of the bathroom with a grin on his face, “Sorry, didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” He’s grinning like the cat that got the cream, “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night?” You’re hissing as you walk back into the main room of the bar, “You’re such a dick sometimes.”

“What?” He’s laughing now, “I know I’ll enjoy mine, just wanted to make sure he did too.”

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shewrotesomething · 9 months

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Saeyoung - The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You

There were 3 moments for him. The first 2 were times when he, out of nowhere, just quoted a meme reference and without missing a beat you responded.

But there was a moment he vividly remembered.

It was at a party. They had decided to increase the capacity of the guest list, and though you never expressed it, there was a bit of pressure on your part as the planner. He tried his best to help but he was occupied with work and his brother settling in.

You took it like a champ, but the nerves really set in on the morning of the party.

He watched you that day clean, moisturize, and exfoliate every inch of your skin. Saeyoung didn’t dare bother you during the ritual.

Finally, the party came. Normally, Saeyoung would drive you to the venue, but since his brother wouldn’t be attending, he wanted to make sure everything was in order before he left him. And so, you headed to the venue earlier.

When he arrived, the party was already well underway.

His eyes searched the crowd for your familiar stature with a half-jesting apology already forming on his lips.

He spotted you by one of the tables speaking to the owner of a small jewelry business. The woman seemed to enjoy your company. She was inviting you to the new store they opened in the mall. It was their first expansion and you looked just as elated as she did.

A younger woman was beside her. Immediately, your demeanor shifted. You were a bit cheerier, a bit less formal. She was talking to you about a dating sim you both played. You laughed at something she said. Something about tragic backstories and how writers knew how to hurt their readers.

And he found himself pausing at the sight… at the normalcy of the scene.

His midnight thoughts crept up in his moment of hesitation.

Perhaps this is what you really needed. Normalcy. Idle chatter about going to the mall. Playing video games to pass the time. It should be this and not…

Not waiting for hours on end to make sure he comes back home in one piece

Not dealing with sleepless nights because you got woken up by the screaming

And certainly not putting up with… him.

With his skillset, it would be a simple thing to disappear. To retreat into the crowd and wipe the entirety of his existence from your life.

You got pulled into this life because of him and now that you’re with him…you’re even deeper.

No, you don’t deserve this. You deserve a normal life. A peaceful one.

His mouth suddenly dried and the half-jesting apology dissipated on his tongue.

He took one step back. And before he knew it, he was walking away from the scene… from you.

His heart hammered in his chest. Taking hold of his breaths. Thoughts ravaged in his mind.

He’s doing it again. He’s pushing you away.

No, this is the right thing to do.

Wait, just… he has to calm down. This isn’t the answer.

But it is. The only thing he’s going to give you is trouble.

No, that’s not true. You love him. You’ll always love him.

But he doesn’t deserve that. And you… you don’t deserve all the shit he’s got with him.

No, it’s going to be okay. Just calm down.

No. Disappear. He has to leave right now. Before you fall in deeper.

No. Stay. Just stay.

No. Leave—

Arms snaked around his waist. His fight or flight instinct flared up. He fists clenched but before he could do anything else, a voice halted the torrent of his thoughts.

“Caught you!” you yelled with a giggle.

He turned his head as you rested your chin on his shoulder. “H-h…hey,” he answered in a low voice. You smiled at him. His heart slowed at the sight of your face. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes narrowed in a jesting glare. “If you think flattering me will get you out of trouble you’ve got another thing coming, mister. Don’t think I didn’t see you running away while I dealt with Mr. Dokgo. That was seriously cruel.”

His hands reached up to touch the arms holding him in place. “Sorry. I didn’t think you needed me.”

“And where did you get that idea? I’ll always need you and because of that,” your glare became sharper and your voice dropped an octave, “I will always find you.”

Something in those words and the jokingly ominous manner you phrased it unlatched something in his chest. And with it, a warmth washed over his stature and he felt his mouth spread to a grin. Then, catching onto your jest, he faked a sob. “There will be no escape for me. This is my life now. Trapped and helpless.”

“I’m glad you understand your unfortunate circumstances. As punishment, you are sentenced to feeding me honey buddha chips while we watch the best or arguably worst bollywood film I can find.”

He chuckled. “Okay.”

“And… and you have to buy me and Saeran our favorite ice cream flavors.”

“Roger that.”

“We each get one pint.”

“Hm. You’re really milking this aren’t you?”

“Oh! And you’re taking me to a cat cafe as soon as you’re available.”

He nodded with equal parts of sincerity and resignation. “Yes, ma’am.”

The two of you paused when you heard a sigh. In front of you, Zen stood with a bored expression. “I mean, I know you guys are in love but really? In front of the guests?”

A blush coated your cheeks. A real one. Not the kind that your makeup gave you. You released him immediately and the urge to distance himself has all but dissipated.

“It’s time for your speech,” Zen informed.

You gave Zen a mock salute before walking off. “Hey, I’ll catch you later, okay?”

He smiled. Softly. Knowingly. This was his life. It's you and him against everything. And he wants it for the rest of time. So he yields to his fate and answered, “I’ll be waiting.”

#mystic messenger #mysme headcanons #mysme imagines #rfa headcannons #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #mystic messenger saeyoung #saeyoungmysticmessenger #mysme saeyoung #mysme fanfic #mysme 707 #luciel choi

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?

(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)

I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.

I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA

The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??

That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?

So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)

Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.

To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.

Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.

Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.

The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied

A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.

Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.

I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?

In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.

This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.

(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)

This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment

I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too. Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.

Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I’m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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toomanythoughts4myhead · 6 months

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Been thinking about modern!Coriolanus Snow (again)

How he probably goes to some old fancy university, which his whole bloodline went to. All of the other posh children he grew up with end up there too, some exceptions (fuckups) didn't manage to do it, but that is less snobby people to have to deal with in Coriolanuses mind.

Coriolanuses great great grandfather started a sort of secret society (cult) in his youth and ever since it has been thriving in secret.

With time it's ways have grown a lot more ...socially acceptable. They do weird cultists shit like 20% of the time and the other is spent getting drunk in private gatherings and parties or blowing mommy and daddies credit cards.

Coriolanus was at the core of the secret societies this century, house of the roses, there is no official name but this one gets thrown around enough that it stuck eventually. Corio enjoyed having the control over the gatherings and all the planning, God knows he was the most capable one there except for Clementia, maybe.

He was also the best actor, best student, in the University. He walked a fine line between sucking up to lectors and any sort of authority figures without loosing his own authority and self-respect.

There was a new money kid, Sejanus Plinth, who his father had pushed into joining the secret society in order to fit in with the fellow rich kids. He wasn't exactly welcomed but his fathers findings of the gatherings sure sweetened the deal.

To Sejanuses horor he had to give a blood oath in a secret passage in the school, a place secretly built in a wall just for this.

What was the blood used for?

Well he had to drink it. Not just his own, though. Part of the acceptance ritual is that everyone gives a drop of blood into a ceremonial bowl, engraved with roses and thorns. The blood would get mixed in with warmed wine and spices and each member will get a sip, starting with the new commer. Most of the people here didn't have to go on the trial because they were accepted simply for their status, only people who had something to prove had gone through with it.

They had wanted to pull Sejanuses leg a bit too, and judging by his paling face and unmoving gaze from the red liquids, they had succeeded.

What they hadn't anticipated, however, is Sejanus running out of the room screaming that they were all animals as he stomped away. Good thing that there was no one in the University right now, right?

Wrong.

Right as Sejauns was turning a corner he almost stomped on you, a journalist major in search of a new headline for the Universities newspaper. And his wide eyes, read stained lips and the blood dripping from one of his hands from a weirdly shaped scar, was defiantly a step in the right direction.

You don't get time to ask him anything as he walks off faster than you can turn around, but the commotion from down the hall catches your attention and you hurry off.

Your footsteps echo off of the marble floor and as you actually get there all you see is a blurr of red robes and golden silverware. The only thing that sticks out before the door???wall shuts closed is a person with a white suit and blond hair.

You start to dig deeper and deeper about this secret society, asking around and looking through all the history of the school. A cultists secret society that was responsible for the murder of three from almost 60 years back catches your attention. You are dealing with something bigger than you thought.

Coriolanus is livid, he hadn't put on his robes for that evening, coming to the meeting fresh off of one of his late lectures. He didn't get to see whi was the mysterious onlooker but he was going to find out and keep their mouth shut.

Your questions about a secret society and search for knowledge are not hidden and eventually reach Coriolanus, who approaches you during one of your late night searches through the University's library.

He startles you as he looked down at where you are hunched iver a very old set of newspapers. His gaze is piercing and calm, his posture doesn't give anything. His bright red burgundy suit and pants seem to contrast nicely woth his pale skin and blond hair. Blond hair!

He smells like roses and so did the place of the meeting, even after it's closing it had left a strong fragrance of white roses and vanilla.

The recognition must be evident in your face as your facial muscles move from confuses to "hallelujah". All the warning you get is a slight crease in his brow as he presses a strongly smelling handkerchief to your nose and mouth and presses it tightly.

"Such a smart girl. Should have known not to poke your nose in places it doesnt belong."

And with that it all fades to black, his piercing blue eyes are the last thing you see.

You wake up in a room, red silk cloth binds you to a chair and you seem to be alone. You try to shake off the drowsiness but your muscles feels like lead and your mind is slow, movements sluggish. This could be the same room, but it could be somewhere else entirely, you have no clue. It's all so lavish and luxurious, in its deep reds complimented by golden chandeliers and golden engravings, there were some old paintings as well, none that you recognize.

The click-clacking of heels on the wooden floor shifts your attention back to the familiar blond figure, creeping towards you like a predator. He is in the same clothes as before, which hopefully meant that you hadn't been in this drugged out state for too long.

He looked as pristine and proper as he always did, but his gaze was unnerving intense, it made your mouth dry with nerves.

"It feels like a real waste to get rid of such a smart girl, a real loss for the academy."

He says calmly as he takes a center place infront of you, looking down at your tied form. The image pleases him.

"You will either keep your mouth shut about this or i will tell all your dirt to whatever authority figure i need to, to make sure you never manage to get into any other learning establishment."

"I dont have any dirt on me."

"Doesnt really matter what you have, it matters what i present you have. So be wise about this, little mouse. Wouldnt want to get caught in a trap by your own doing."

Fuck

He says it so clamly but he can't manage to hide the rising corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this, he liked playing with you and your life. Your whole world depended on his choices, you had no way to stop him or fight him off. Interesting.

You don't much of a choice but to agree, a bit sullen that all your research had gone to hell and that a murderous cult was going around unpunished, but you couldn't risk your education, nit right now at least.

Coriolanus looks like the cat who got the cream, smiling deviously at you. Something in the way he looked at you made alarms go off in your ears. The deranged glint in your eyes meant nothing good. For you, at least.

"I cant let the other members know that an outsider found out about us like this, it would look very bad for my image, as you understand. From now on you have been my girl for a while, but our relationship has been hidden. You will act like you are mine."

He stated simply like demanding a performance like this was simply his birth right. You look at him stunned and not even sure what to say to that. You aren't exactly in a position to argue, even if your tongue is itching to give him a piece of your mind. So you agree.

You will be this cult leaders play-pletend girlfriend so you will keep your education. On paper.

Well you found the drama you were looking for. Now all you had to do was survive.

(Wrote this at 1 am yall, the brainrot was rotting away. Hope ye like it, cuz its not proof read. Sending love and good vibes. Peace.)

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x WednesdayAddams!reader [3.2K] 18+

It took a lot to get you really worked. Like really, really annoyed. You preferred your moods cool and indifferent, face passive, eyes sharp, never letting anyone know you cared. Then Steve Harrington came along and made everything infinitely more difficult. Because where Steve went, attention and girls - and oftentimes, boys - followed.

And that wasn’t something you liked. In fact, you didn’t enjoy it at all. You were used to the looks, the whispers, the bitchy comments about the clothes you wore, the rumours about ritual sacrifices, vials of blood, hidden tattoos on your skin that were apparently the sign of a long lost cult. But hey, Eddie was seemingly a part of that too.

You could handle all that, the stares, the uneasy looks that lingered on you for too long. You didn’t like it, but you could keep your expression passive and sullen enough that eventually they gave up and got bored.

The attention Steve garnered was different. Because he was really pretty and dressed nice, he smelled good and had perfect hair and a cool car and sometimes when he smiled, even you felt your breath hitch and catch. So some girls got brave, got bold, and they’d come too close and forget you were there, confused and puzzled at how Steve could possibly want to be with you when you were so… what did they say?

Scary? Intense? Weird? Creepy?

You could handle those names too, you leaned into them, in fact. Wore them like medals and wielded them like weapons but then girls in bubblegum pink lipstick pressed themselves against your boyfriend and suddenly you didn’t know the meaning of the word passive.

You cared. And your face showed it.

So you barged through the crowd of the party, all sharp elbows and pointed glare, eyes fixed on the girl in the pastel skirt who had her fingers at the collar of Steve’s shirt. And when she clocked you coming towards her, eyes flashing, teeth practically bared, she stumbled back from the boy and had the right to look terrified.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up and he tried not to smile. He hadn’t done anything wrong, no, in fact, he was in the middle of pulling away from the girl when you appeared. But you were flushed in the cheeks and your expression was much more than just its usual sullen pout. You were worked up, lips twisted, eyes filled with a fire he didn’t usually get to see in public.

He briefly wondered if you’d pick a fight, if the small switchblade he knew was tucked into your boot would make an appearance. He found Eddie’s eyes in the crowd of drunk college kids, both boys amused but still on edge, both waiting to jump into something they weren’t sure they’d be able to split up.

But your hand found Steve’s and you were leading him away from the girl and Eddie and the crowd and the party, pushing through people who smelled like tequila until fresh air hit you both square in the face and the music was a dull thud.

“Where’s your car?” You asked it in a tone that was nothing short of demanding, all business like as you held onto the boy’s hand and searched the street.

The sidewalk was lined with abandoned vehicles, most owners willing to return for them tomorrow in favour of getting black out drunk and stumbling their way through town in the early morning hours. There was the thudthudthud of the distant bassline from the party you’d left, a song on the stereo that you’d really didn’t like and Steve was pulling at you, trying to coax you to look at him.

The boy could read you like a book and you still weren’t used to it, so you kept your eyes on the cars and scanned the roofs for the maroon shine you were so familiar with.

“Sweetheart, I’ve only had, like, three beers,” Steve started to tell you softly, ��but I don’t think I should—”

“I don’t want you to drive us home,” you told him, finally turning and tilting your chin up to look at him. “Where’s the car, Steven?”

Maybe it was the way you looked, filled with fire and determination, maybe Steve just knew you better than you’d ever thought, but he stared at you for a second too long before he was breathing out a little heavier than before. He swore under his breath, whispered your name like another kind of curse and then he was taking the lead, his hand swallowing yours and pulling you around the block.

He didn’t say anything when the BMW came into sight, sitting shiny alongside a grassy knoll, most of it hidden by the beginnings of a patch of woodlands, away from the other cars and houses, only kept company by Eddie’s van.

Steve didn’t open the door either, instead he leant against the side of the car and fixed you with a look that was knowing and spilling over with affection. He knew why you’d pulled him away, he knew why you looked like a thundercloud - black dress, dark eyes, lips downturned and pretty.

He still didn’t say anything - he wasn’t stupid.

To call you out on your emotions whilst they were still punching at your chest could be deadly, a fight he’d never win ‘cause he’d never be able to catch you when you pulled away and ran. So he pressed himself to the metal of the car door and spread his legs a little and kept his hands at his sides.

His eyes were already darker than they normally were, a little hooded as he watched you, waiting, as if he knew what was coming, what you wanted.

Needed.

Many mornings and days and nights spent in Steve’s bed, lacking in clothes with kiss swollen lips had led the boy to believe you were some sort of succubus, an expert in making him fall apart, hardly any effort needed. You always disagreed, hiding your embarrassment with your face pressed to his chest as Steve teased you between kisses.

If Steve had dared burst the bubble, he would have said the same now. ‘Cause you were watching him with an intensity that made his chest ache, moving slowly towards him, hands reaching for the pockets of his jeans, finger curling there and holding. You were all smoke and black ink, short dress skimming your thighs, eyes dark with kohl, layers of necklaces and chains glittering as you moved.

He hasn’t even been able to bring his hands to your waist before you were pushing up onto your toes and pressing your mouth to his, top lip catching his bottom and enticing the softest moan from him. Steve’s hands caught your face, fingers splayed across your jaw and cheeks as he steady you both, your kisses growing quickly growing urgent.

There was a greediness there he never experienced a lot. A messy, hot push and pull of your lips on his as your fingers curled deeper into his pockets so you could pull him close and keep him there. Your chest burned with it, whatever semblance of casualness you thought you still had going out the window as your breath picked up to a harsh pant.

Steve’s thumb pushed at your chin, coaxing your lips apart so he could lick into you and you whined at the lack of control you suddenly had. So you pulled back, lips swollen, hair messier than before and levelled the boy with a gaze that once made him think you were angry.

Now Steve knew better and he let out a soft groan before reaching for you again.

“Baby—”

“Back seat,” you told him, and your voice had lost the edge it had once had, words a little clumsy and feeling too big for your mouth because god fucking damnit, you were itching for the touch of the boy.

Steve fumbled with the keys, dragging them out of his pocket that you had finally released, dropping them on the sidewalk before he managed to open the car. He let you slide in first, swearing hotly at the sight of you crawling across the back bench, the hem of your dress skimming up a little too high to be decent.

As soon as Steve bundled in after you, the door slamming shut and keeping out the sounds of the party and the forest, you were on him, bare legs either side of his hips, knees pressed to the worn leather seats and your hands in his hair.

Steve loved you like this, bold as ever but only in a way he’d ever get to see, new expressions on your face that only he could elicit. He liked you on top, face close to his so he could watch you fall apart, so he could watch each pretty feature of your face change before you remembered not to show it.

Flushed cheeks, sleepy, droopy eyes, parted lips, lashes that fluttered, brows that knitted together when you were about to come.

He got to call you pretty, got to whisper it against your lips and into your neck and you were too far gone to act as if you didn’t like it, like you’d ever be able to hide the way his voice and his sweet words made you clench down on him.

You wasted no time in taking what you wanted, lips crushed back to Steve’s as he parted them for you, as eager as you were and his hands under your dress, warm palms pressed to the tops of your thighs. The dark of the night swallowed you both up, far enough from street lights and houses that the shadows painted you both shades of blue and lavender, hands hidden from sight as they pulled at belt buckles and dress straps.

You were too far gone to consider foreplay, not needing the soft touches that you usually loved so much but missing the feeling of Steve’s fingers sliding between your thighs all the same. You sat up on your knees, grunting a little with the effort of it as you pulled at Steve’s belt, the leather snapping before it was dropped to the floor, your fingers on the button.

Normally, Steve would try to slow you down, would try to coax you back to a pace that meant he could nip and suck at your skin, and slide his fingers across all the spots he’d taken his time to discover. But you were a little wild with it and the boy didn’t dare interrupt, so he sat against the seat instead and let you have your way with him - head handing back against the chair, jaw slack, cheeks pink and eyes glazed over.

He had absolutely nothing to complain about.

He watched you slip your underwear down your legs, black cotton and lace edges, falling to the footwell in the back of his car and Jesus Christ, he couldn’t let you forget about them or Eddie would never shut up.

Steve hissed at the cool air that hit his stomach when you pulled at his jeans and the boy lifted his hips enough for you to wiggle them down his hips. And then your hand was seeking out what you wanted inside of his boxers, small fingers wrapping around the hard length of him. He groaned, a filthy sound that came from the back of his throat and it had you clinging to his shirt in a desperate, greedy way.

With no reason to wait, you lifted onto your knees and lined yourself up with his cock, your thighs already slick and sticky with want and Steve swore at the feel of himself bumping against your entrance, twitching at the way you whimpered when the head of him slid against you clit.

Then Steve was grabbing at you, but hands clutching at your waist so your dress rucked up and all he could see was skin and the press of himself against you. He swore, pupils blown wide as he tried to regain some clarity and he was panting, forehead touching yours.

“Babe,” he gasped out, breath punched from his chest ‘cause you were still dragging the head of his cock through your wet folds. “Baby, slow down, yeah? You’re gonna hurt yourself, don’t want you to— oh, fu-uck.”

Steve wasn’t bragging, he was definitely too big for you to take in one fell swoop, especially without the thickness of his fingers stretching you out and working you up beforehand. But you were impatient and greedy and somewhat competitive, stubborn to a fault and the face of the girl with the bubblegum lips was still printed in your mind and you needed to get rid of it.

The thick, heavy throb of Steve inside of you seemed to do just that.

The stretch was the good kind of painful, a too full feeling making the hook in your stomach pull itself taut and you clenched down around the boy as he swore, head thrown back and neck exposed.

His hands on your hips only tightened, holding you there so you could adjust and Steve could take a minute to pull himself together. But as always, you became impatient and Steve gave you what you wanted, his touch letting up just enough so you could wiggle experimentally over his cock. The soft scratch of his coarse hair pressed against your clit just right as you started a slow grind over him, every inch of his cock snug inside of you.

Steve lost it almost immediately, panting and cursing until the windows steamed up and the air smelled like sex, hair sticking messy to his forehead as he gazed up at you with hooded eyes and pink, parted lips. He ran his mouth the more you moved, dirty moans mixing with hot praise and sweet nothings every time you rocked your hips over his.

But you gave in almost too quickly, the pleasure too much, legs shaking from the need to have more, to feel more. So you fell into the boy, forehead touching Steve’s and your open mouth lingering over his, parted lips just touching as you keened high, his hands on your ass as he lifted his hips back up to yours.

“Steve,” your voice was the softest he’d ever heard it, hands fisting the shoulders of his shirt as you clung to him and begged, “please please please, Steve.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed back, voice sticky sweet, lips like honey as they mouth down the column of your throat. “Look at you, fuck, you’re desperate, huh? So pretty,” he murmured, lost in the way he could slide in and out of you so easily, the folds of your cunt sticky wet when he soothed his fingers over your clit, breath hitching when he felt himself push back into you.

You closed your eyes in response, lashes fluttering shut and fanning over your cheeks, lips parted as you let out quiet moans and Steve knew. He knew you were hiding your eyes from him, ‘cause they were turning glassy, wet and wide and unbelievably fucking pretty, glittering with want and need.

So he let you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, hands palming at your ass under your dress, fingers digging into the soft skin there as he helped you move up and down on top of him, bouncing you on his dick until you were biting down on the pulse under his skin.

“That’s it,” he told you, “c’mon, baby, lemme feel it.”

And maybe it was the intensity of it all, maybe it was the way you were clinging to him like you thought you were going to lose him, maybe it was just that way he knew you’d switched off that protective front. But he didn’t hesitate to keep talking, voice low and hot and hushed in your ear, al whilst fucking himself into you, hips thrusting up from the seat.

“Needed this,” Steve groaned, “huh? You did, I know, I know. Got yourself all jealous and needed to get your hands on me, yeah?” Steve waited for you to pull back and roll your eyes at him, maybe you’d shove your palms to his chest and take back the control until he was the one whining but only pushed your face closer into his neck, your hands pulling roughly at his hair.

“Fuck, Christ, fuckfuckfuck,” he gasped out, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck when you clenched down on him again and let out a pretty moan by his ear, fingers tugging impatiently at the curls on the nape of his neck. “Don’t need to be jealous, no, shit, no way… allyoursallyoursallyours.”

You pulled back to kiss him after that, his words tugging at something in your chest and you felt entirely too overwhelmed, feeling too much once and it hurt and it crested and you pushed your lips messily to Steve’s only to gasp out:

“M’gonna— fuck, Steve, please.”

Steve was sure he’d never heard you sound so sweet. He made sure to hold your face with one hand whilst the other thumbed over your clit, a constant, steady circle as he held you by your jaw. No hiding, not anymore. Not for his favourite part.

He knew it was happening by the way your brow crumpled, the tiny furrow above the bridge of your nose and then your lashes were fluttering.

“C’mon, pretty thing,” he coaxed roughly, voice a rasp ‘cause he was as desperate as you and he needed to fall apart just as much as you did. “Keep those eyes open for me, know you can do it.”

You whined but did as you were told, hands dropping back to clutch at the boy’s shirt, the front of it created from where you pulled and grabbed. Then Steve pressed down on you a little firmer, thumb slipping over your clit with a slick, dirty sound as he kept pumping himself into you, the filthy noise of skin on skin filling the car between each of your moans.

Your lips fell apart, your head dropped back, you seized up and cried out and Steve wasted no time as he pulled you into him by the back of your neck, his hips stuttering wildly as he felt you tighten around him, legs shaking as he kissed your lips in whatever way he could as you whispered his name over and over.

He thought you might glare at him as you pulled yourself back, breathing only just returning to normal. Because how dare he suggest you were jealous? You liked to remind people on a daily basis that you didn’t have emotions, face sullen, eyes on Steve as if you were sharing an inside joke.

Instead, you reached out to smooth away the messy hair that was sticking to his forehead, your legs still pressed to his and you leaned in to slip your lips between his. A soft kiss, slow and longing and filled with almost as much want and need as there had been at the beginning. When you pulled back - only just - and Steve opened his eyes, he saw that same burning in your gaze, the one you’d usually try to hide, along with the slight lip of your lips, an almost smile.

Just for him.

“Mine,” you whispered.

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sanjoongie · 4 months

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Monster Under the Bed~ Topaz's Version

🖤Monster! reader (f) x Human! Wooyoung

🖤Collab w/@flurrys-creativity, Her fic is Monster under the Bed the reverse of my scenario!

🖤Au: Monster under the bed au

🖤Trope: monster/human lovers

🖤Word Count: 1,835

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: ⚠wooyoung is listening to nsfw audio, looking to tempt the reader out and the reader thinks that wooyoung is genuinely reacting to her ⚠ both parties are consenting!!! ANYWAYS tentacles (m), anal play (m), oral (m), nipple play (m), gagged (m), Mommy kink (f), dom! reader, sub! wooyoung, brat! wooyoung, slapping (m), dacryphilia, aftercare

🖤Summary: you've been under Wooyoung's bed for a long time but where once you only fed off fear, you now feed off lust. And luckily for you, Wooyoung is good for both

🖤beta's: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland

🖤Monster by Irene & Seulgi as inspiration

🖤 divider by @cafekitsune

Wooyoung was tucked into his bed, his nightly ritual about to begin. You practically rubbed your tentacles together. Tonight was the night. You were going to reveal yourself to Wooyoung and rock his world. Why let him jerk off at night to some strangers' voices when you could offer yourself up? You knew you could make him feel good… you just had to let him know you existed.

You were the monster under Wooyoung’s bed. You had existed there to always feed from his fears but that had evolved through the years. Even though Wooyoung still got scared when you knocked something over on his dresser by his bed, the lust that wafted from his bed when he masturbated was much more delicious.

You listened patiently when Wooyoung’s bed creaked above you. You knew it was time to slip out from under when the bed shifted and you knew Wooyoung was pulling down his pants. You peeked from the lip of the bed and saw that his eyes were closed. Your eyes moved down the line of the bed and licked your lips. Wooyoung’s dick was so pretty. You couldn't wait to have it all to yourself.

“Mommy, I’ve been a bad boy,” Wooyoung whimpered.

Your lips curved up into a smile and you rose higher to sit on the bed. You crossed your tentacles and leaned on the bed to get a better view of Wooyoung. He liked to call you Mommy for some reason. You think he wanted someone to take care of him and scold him. You could do that for your Wooyoung.

“What do you deserve, my bad boy?” You wondered.

Wooyoung swallowed and then ran a hand up his stomach. He pushed up his shirt and then pinched his nipple. “Hnnnn, I deserve to be punished, Mommy.”

“But you like the punishment,” You teased him.

“Mommy!” He called out. His eyebrows were furrowing and his lips pouted, but still his eyes remained closed.

You moved easily; your lithe, transforming, always-altering, black shadow of a body hovering over him. Wooyoung’s hand went back to playing with his head. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over his slit, gathering the precum there and spreading it along his head. You pushed a piece of stray hair out of his face, that was making him flinch from tickling him. “Let me take you in my mouth, baby.”

“I’m too sensitive, wait, Mommy!” Wooyoung protested immediately.

“Be a good boy for Mommy and take it,” You insisted.

Wooyoung’s hand dropped from his body. His chest heaved at edging himself. With his palms flat on his bed, you knew this was your opportunity. “Please, punish me.”

You took Wooyoung into your mouth and sucked only on his sensitive head. Wooyoung’s hips surged upwards and then pushed back, body explaining that he liked the stimulation but it was also a lot. Your tentacles pinned his hips back to the bed. They also sought out to play with his balls and lick his puckered hole.

“Hol-holy shit,” Wooyoung cursed. "I knew I wasn't going crazy--you are real!"

You pulled off Wooyoung but let your tentacles continue to play with him. Wooyoung’s mouth was open in shock, one airpod pulled out of his ear, still held in the air, but his other ear clearly empty. Another tentacle pushed Wooyoung back down. “You stay laid down and take your punishment, bad boy.”

Wooyoung nodded his head dumbly. More tentacles slithered up his torso. Some forked off to play with his nipples and two thicker ones went straight into Wooyoung’s mouth. He moaned softly around your tentacles while the ones wound around his nipples. You squeezed Wooyoung’s pec’s, appreciating them while also gagging your prey.

Your mouth went back toWooyoung’s cock. You licked long strips up the length of his cock, starting from base and ending at tip. Your tongue was elongated and as black as your body. It also dripped with a liquid that was quite thick and stuck to Wooyoung’s cock like a second coat.

Hands suddenly clutched your head and shoved your head unceremoniously down Wooyoung’s length. He fucked your mouth, a few thrusts hitting deep into you before your tentacles wound around Wooyoung’s wrists and pinned his hands above his head. You rose above Wooyoung, the brightness of the moon illuminating your body that was becoming bigger and taller.

“That’s awfully naughty of you, Wooyoungie,” You scolded him.

Wooyoung whimpered in his bed and his dick couldn't be harder. You sighed in disappointment. “I guess you’re not cumming tonight.”

You edged Wooyoung through several almost-orgasms. The moon shifted so that your shadow cast across the room was slanted now. Wooyoung was a trembling wet mess and he couldn't have looked more pretty to you. Tears were streaming down the sides of his face, making a mess of the pillow below him. His legs were held aloft by your tentacles, so you could have access to his entire bottom half. Tentacles by the tens were suctioned along his balls, sucking and licking. Two pinky-thick tentacles were moving in and out of his puckered hole, at opposite timing. Wooyoung’s cock could not be seen, you had several tentacles wound around it like a spiraling pattern, tightening and loosening around his length. Everything was enough stimulation to keep aroused but not enough, never enough to give him an orgasm.

Wooyoung made a low puppy-like whine and you pulled the tentacles from his mouth. Even though he had requested to speak, his tongue still chased after the tentacle that had been engaging his tongue in a dance.

“Please, I can be a good boy,” Wooyoung pleaded.

“Are you done playing your games, Wooyoungie?” You wondered softly.

Wooyoung nodded but you were pretty sure he would agree to anything in order to finally cum, in the state he was in. When he didn’t answer you quickly enough, you slapped his face, first softly and then harder the second slap, sending his face against his pillow with the force. The mark there was red and Wooyoung’s pupils sharpened. “Yes, Mommy, I’m done playing my games. I promise. I pinky-promise.”

“I can start to fuck you, baby, but if you act up…” You let your threat hang in the air.

Wooyoung watched in horror as all your tentacles left his body. They all receded back into your body and you shrunk back to human size. “Nonono,” He chanted, “Please come back. I love your loving. Don’t stop. Please, I can be good. Please, fuck me. I want to cum for you. I want to be a good boy for you.”

You cocked your head curiously. Was he addicted to your tentacles? “Do I make you feel good, Wooyoungie?” You wondered.

You let your tentacles come out tentatively. You could see the pink on Wooyoung’s cheeks as he nodded and opened his mouth, spread his legs and waited for you to go back to torturing him. He really did love his punishment but you think that he would love to come a bit more. Before your tentacles could gag him again, he spoke. “Can you slap me again? But…” his eyes lowered downwards.

You smiled happily. “You want me to slap your ass?”

Wooyoung nodded, looking hopeful as your tentacles stuffed his mouth again. His eyes were quick to glaze over as most of your tentacles went back to their positions. You floated your torso over Wooyoung’s cock, shadow parting to reveal a very dark but very wet cunt.

“Oh God,” Wooyoung moaned, muffled by the tentacles inside.

“It’s all yours, Wooyoung, you just have to be a good boy to receive it,” You murmured.

The mischievous look in Wooyoung’s eyes spoke volumes on how he was always going to be a bad boy but you found that you didn’t want it any other way. And when his pupils blew when a tentacle slapped his ass, it confirmed it.

You slid down Wooyoung’s length, your body adapting immediately to his cock. Wooyoung whimpered but at this point, you weren’t sure he even knew what he was whimpering about anymore. He was getting fucked in every hole by you and now he was encompassed in your hole.

“See all the good things Mommy can do for you?” You can’t help but murmur as you begin to slide up and down his cock. “You don’t need to be naughty and touch yourself, Mommy can help you with that. You don’t need to beg, Mommy will always be here to fuck you.”

You lost yourself in the pleasure you gave to Wooyoung, and yourself. You knew it was going to be delicious to feed from the pleasure that wafted off Wooyoung but you didn’t truly understand how wonderful it was going to be to get fucked by Wooyoung. The feeling of him moving in and out of you made you unfocused and your tentacles got messy. You almost melted as you felt your pleasure build with Wooyoung’s.

Wooyoung’s noises under you were growing to a crescendo and you sharpen your focus. You couldn't very well get sloppy at the end of all this. There was a tentacle for every erogenous area Wooyoung could have had. They licked his neck, his nipples, even his perineum. Your tentacles fucked his ass and you bounced on his dick and then everything came undone. Wooyoung shouted, his back arching off the bed as he came. You could feel him unload inside of you but it was nothing like feeding off his climax. He was delicious, tasting like a full course meal, filling you up in another way as well.

Sated, you gently removed everything from Wooyoung and moved back to sitting on the side of his bed. His cock pitifully leaked on his stomach, sweat drenched most of his body, his chest heaved with heavy breathing, and his mouth was still open, letting out small whines with every puff of air leaving his lips. He looked wonderfully used and you felt proud for being the one who had done that.

You found a towel from his basket and wiped him down with the same tentacles that had pleasured him. You also found an energy drink he had placed beside his bed and raised it to his mouth. You watched as Wooyoung’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed a few before gasping when you pulled it away. His eyes cracked open wearily. “Thank you.”

You couldn't help but pull up his blankets and tuck him in, like you had always done when he was finished with his bad dreams and you had fed from him in another way. “Mommy will always take care of her boy.”

Wooyoung turned in the blankets, settling into sleep. “Always?”

You patted his head as you slowly moved back to your place under his bed. “I’m not going anywhere,” You promised.

“Good,” Wooyoung paused to yawn, “Because I need you to bend me over and slap my ass for being a bad boy.”

You chuckled. Even half asleep, Wooyoung was still a brat. “I doubt that’s far away in the future.”

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