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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 10 months

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A demon's victims

Summary: You're a demon in the year 2023 and all you want is some fun and a new girl, well exactly what your looking for walks into a cafe you were occupying, maybe your hundreds of years of being around was finally about to pay off, especially when Wanda's ex interrupts you

Also demons are known in this universe but they're not just walking around, so it's still a little unusual seeing them around

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friends), Wanda Maximoff/Demon!Reader, Natasha Romanoff/Demon!Maria Hill

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Demon!Reader, Demon!Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Loki

Warnings: Minors DNI! Blood, swearing, talking about Smut (no actual smut, not yet ;)) Let me know if I've missed anything

Words: 3,900

A/N: There will be a part two but I don't know when it'll come out, probably soon though

“She’s so pretty” you looked across the room at the lovely brunette that just walked in, looking around nervously but when her eyes finally settled on who she was looking for her body relaxed and she smiled making her way over to her friend

Loki scoffed as he watched you basically drool over a stranger “don’t you have any dignity?”

“Says the riddler knock off to the spawn of satan” you spared a glance to the man giving him a wink and looking back at the woman now sat with her friend laughing about something

“So what’s your plan? Stare at her like you’re in a romance movie until she falls in love with how possessive and crazy you are?”

“Hey! I’m not crazy” you said taking the brownie from the man’s plate and eating it

“But you are possessive?”

You laughed “damn right I am, what’s mine is mine and no one can take those things from me” your head perked back up after hearing her laugh again “and I can’t wait to have her all to myself”

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“Nat stop you’re too funny!”

“I'm not lying though Wanda! He's so robotic, did it feel like doing it with a toaster?"

Wanda shoved Nat playfully getting her out of the solum mood she was in "seriously Wanda I am sorry about the whole thing, but maybe its for the best, let's go out tonight!"

"Oh I don't think-

Nat carried on "shh its gonna be great there's a club near here, and we'll definitely be there"

Wanda sighed but agreed none the less "okay sure, yeah it'll be fun"

You smiled overhearing the whole conversation and turning to Loki

"Time to get your dancing shoes on"

He groaned "why do I have to go with you?"

"My wingman"

"You have your own wings Y/n I don't need to hold them"

You really didn't think you'd have to explain a simple sentence to a man younger than you

"Loki I'm thousands of years older than you why do you act older than me?"

"Just to piss you off"

The music was way too loud for you and you absolutely hated it but anything for a pretty woman

"Fix your face Y/n" Loki pushed a drink into your hand bringing you out of your thoughts "I will when she walks in, we've been here 2 hours and she hasn't come yet"

"Don't be so sad my little demon, look who just walked in" Loki gestured to the door and you quickly spun to look and see Wanda and her friend walk in "oh wow, she looks incredible"

Loki scoffed "she's in jeans and a t-shirt"

"You're wearing khakis you dork" you spat back but the man just laughed "yes but I'm not trying to manipulate a woman"

You rolled your eyes " not manipulation, more like coercion using my incredible flirting skills"

"Well go on then, go and get your little victim"

You straightened yourself up downing the rest of your drink and kissing Loki on the cheek to which he pushed you away quickly "you know I hate when you touch me!"

"I love you too my green obsessed little weirdo"

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"So you're completely sure you're not looking for anything?"

Nat had been looking between Wanda and a figure in the corner when she asked and Wanda looked at her oddly "why do you ask? And who are you looking at?" Wanda spun around searching for the figure and her eyes landed on you

You blew her a kiss in response and a wink making the woman blush and Nat giggle, turning around she slapped Nat on the arm "hey! That hurt" Nat joked "She's been staring at you ever since we came in"

Wanda smiled "do you think she likes me?"

Nat rolled her eyes "Wanda I mean this in the best possible way, it doesn't matter if she likes you likes you, she probably just wants to fuck you and that's fine! Go have fun"

"Nat! Why do have to be so crass?" She turned around again taking a glance at you, when you waved back she turned back and took a deep breath "okay I think I'm gonna go over" she didn't move and that made Nat laugh

"Wands you actually need get up and do something"

She shook her head "I can't"

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"Bless her, she's nervous, good that'll make her blood taste better"

"I don't know what you're narrating but it's weird" Loki slid up to you pulling you out of your thoughts and you jolted "dude! I was in the zone"

"That was awful never say those words again"

"Anyway, see you later" you started walking over the two looking to the bartender for two whiskeys which you picked up on the way

"Hey pretty ladies, whiskey for you both?" You placed the drinks down onto the table standing above Wanda seeing the blush crawl up her neck

"Why thank you handsome" Nat graciously took the drink taking a sip "mhmm sweet, thanks"

You offered her a sweet smile "only sweet drinks for some sweet ladies"

You watched the two exchange glances back and forth and decided to take the first move placing your hand on Wanda's shoulder feeling her tense "are you okay princess? You seem a little tense, do you need some air?"

When she didn't answer Nat answered for her "she definitely needs some air, I trust you to take care of my girl"

"I'll return her in perfect condition"

Nat nudged Wanda making her jump up and practically in your arms making you laugh "a little jumpy? Come on?"

You looked to her friend

"She's called Wanda and I'm Nat"

You thanked her "thanks Natalia, I'm Y/n, come on Wanda"

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She hadn't said anything since you took her outside "are you okay Wanda?"

She quickly nodded "y-yeah I'm okay just nervous I guess"

You smiled holding in a laugh "there's nothing to be nervous of, I do want to say you're very pretty"

She looked up at you and you put your hand on her face stroking her cheek with your thumb

"You think I'm pretty?"

You nodded "I think you're fucking beautiful actually"

She smiled pushing forward to kiss you suddenly making you pull back suddenly, something you definitely didn't want to do looking at her now shocked face

"Oh god I'm so sorry-

You shushed her with your finger "no no Wanda it's okay I just wasn't expecting you to be so forward"

She started shivering and you pulled off your jacket giving it to her "let's go back inside, if you still want to suck face there's a private room I have a key too"

Wanda smiled at you hugging the jacket tighter around herself "this is not going as well as I thought it would do, I've just come out of a 4 year relationship with a man"

You chuckled "you're so cute, if you want to take things slow I understand"

She shook her head "no no I need to do something stupid"

"Trust me I am so stupid, I didn't even know my best friend was flirting with me until they flat out asked to sleep with me"

Wanda looked at you oddly

"Oh I didn't sleep with him, definitely not into men, anyway come on it's going to rain"

You led her back into the building but instead of going back to her table you directed her through a small room closing the door behind you both

Wanda looked around the small room admiring the small amount of light throughout the room and the small refrigerator

"Theres some water in there if you want one" you said sitting down on the small couch leaving a space for Wanda which she took gladly scooting herself close enough to you that she was basically on your lap so you decided to fill the gap pulling her onto your lap straddling you making her squeal

"Y/n!" She laughed grabbing your shoulders to keep from falling and nuzzled her face in your neck

"You were practically on my knee anyway so why not?"

There was a nice silence that filled the air for a few moments before Wanda lent forward asking to kiss you this time, you smirked and lent forward connecting your lips, soft as first but then turned hungry with both of you fighting for dominance, you won that battle when your fingers dug into her hips and she gasped letting your tongue in

When air finally became a problem, for Wanda at least, you and your demon lungs couldn't care less, she pulled back breathing heavily "woah, you're great at kissing"

You both laughed still keeping close to each other "so, am I better than a man?"

She lightly slapped your arm "don't bring him up when I'm straddling you"

There was a sharp knock on the door making you both jump and Wanda quickly eft your lap much to your dismay "I'm killing whoever just interrupted us"

begrudgingly you got up and opened the door and it slammed opened nearly knocking you over

"Wanda what the fuck are you doing with this fuck girl?!"

The man stormed in with a stressed looking Natasha behind him, when you glanced at her she mouthed a sorry

"hey woah who the fuck are you?" You tried remaining calm but this douchebag wasn't helping you

You looked to Wanda who was looking to the floor scared to say anything so you tried again "hey dickhead!" He finally looked at you "are you her ex?"

He rolled his eyes "we're on a break but she didn't say anything about fucking other people"

Nat scurried behind you hugging Wanda close while you dealt with the situation "okay well I was under the impression that you two broke up and I'll be honest by the look of Wanda right now she's right"

He scoffed squaring up to you and you had to hold back a laugh "oooh big man are you? How about you calm down and just take a fucking seat"

He didn't listen and pushed you

"Ooooh okay I see how this is going to go" you laughed pushing him back to the ground with strength that surprised him "what the hell?"

Your eyes glowed red as you knelt down to him close and growled "you need to stay away from Wanda, if I hear you have come anywhere near her I will make it my mission to make you so fucking miserable for the rest of your pitiful life and it won't be a long life trust me"

To Wanda and Nat they couldn't hear anything you were saying and Wanda was getting nervous "what's happening?"

"I don't know Wands, it'll be okay though, were you enjoying yourself before we barged in?"

The woman blushed and Nat resisted shouting in joy instead whisper shouting "oooooh you little devil, I don't blame you, she's really hot"

At that moment Wanda's ex jumped up and bolted for the door, you turned around still with your red eyes and looked at the women "he won't bother you anymore princess"

"What's wrong with your eyes?...."

You sighed deciding you couldn't be bothered to hide anymore, maybe they wouldn't run out of the room screaming "I'm a demon okay? A soul sucking hell dweller who thrives on the pain from humans"

The women looked at you warily so you stepped forward giving your hand to Wanda to grab which she did "Wanda, what do you have to say?"

"You're a really good kisser" it was a whisper but you heard it laughing along with her

"Wanda are you serious? She's a demon! Pretty sure they are evil"

The woman shrugged "honestly Nat I've been through so much shit what's the worse a demon could do?"

"You're amazing, I can't wait to get you in bed" you yanked her close, kissing down her neck sucking purple marks into the skin hearing her groan but pulled away not wanting to get ahead of yourself "you're going to be my favourite meal"

Nat was sick of being left out "well if we're sleeping with demons now do you have a friend? I imagine demons are hard to come by separately"

You laughed "actually I do, do you like men or women?"

Nat was taken aback but answered "oh you do? Okay women"

"Okay" you fished your phone out of your pocket dialling a number "hey Maria what are you doing? Well I've got a girl here, no shut up we're not sharing stop asking for it, just get down here now, yeah she's really hot"

You waited a minute before turning to Nat "what's your blood type?"

"Why?" Nat asked cautiously

You shook your head "just demon reasons"

"O negative"

You nodded speaking back into the phone "O negative, yeah yeah I know it's common, least it's not O positive"

After a few more minutes another knock at the door interrupted you and you hung up the phone going to open the door revealing a brunette woman leaning against the door "is that my suit?"

She rolled her eyes "you have like 800 suits Y/n let me have 1 blue one" she pushed through the door and smiled at the women "hello beautiful ladies" she pointed to Wanda "by the way you're looking at Y/n I can tell you're not mine, but you" she pointed to Nat trying to hide her smile "you want me" walking up to Nat she held her hand out

"I'm Maria"

Nat took a hold of her hand and Maria twisted it to bring it to her lips placing a kiss to her knuckles

"I'm Natasha"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, not to be forward but I have a really comfortable bed and it's so lonely without a hot woman there"

You scoffed "Maria what did I tell you about awful pick up lines?! Its 2023 now, you have to be respectful"

"That was respectful! I told her my bed was comfortable, nothing more respectable than that"

You took hold of Wanda's hand "okay well you two have fun, Wanda and I are going to go"

"Where are we going? I don't really want to leave Nat"

Before you could reply Maria proposed an idea "why don't we all go back to our house? I'm sure Loki can be somewhere for the night"

"Fine, but we're not having sex with these ladies in the same room, last time we did that it didn't end well"

Maria burst out laughing "that sounds so sinister Y/n! We promise nothing bad happened ladies, just a few sore thighs and raw backs, a few bite marks, but no one died"

That didn't fill the two with much confidence so you kissed Wanda on the cheek "I promise you'll be treated like works of art, fragile and delicate"

Wanda shrugged "I'm not that delicate"

Your breath hitched "oh? So I can do whatever I want to you? I can use your body as my canvas?"

Using your fingers you started to trace patterns on her exposed skin under her shirt but Maria stopped you "hey hey I know how you get with your fingers, let's go back to the house, where's you car?"

You shrugged never letting your eyes leave Wanda's body "forget the car, lets just apparate"

"Pretty sure that would make these two sick"

"Not if we distract them with kisses"

Maria turned back to Natasha "we can take an uber if you want to be more comfortable?"

Wanda managed to look away from you to Nat "come on Nat you're normally the one making me do crazy things"

Nat felt a headache coming on, crazy things are good and fine but absolutely fucking stupid sleeping with demons crazy things were not on her bingo card

"Listen to your friend little red, Maria here will take such good care of you"

Nat glanced between the 3 of you and just sighed "thank you Maria I think I'd be more comfortable in an Uber as long as Wanda's okay"

Wanda nodded "I'm absolutely fine Nat" turning back to you "let's go!" She jumped into your arms wrapping her legs around you tight "hold on tight honey" you two apparated away leaving Maria and Nat alone

"Now that we're alone how about we have fun here?" Maria took her suit jacket off revealing a sleeveless shirt showing off her defined muscles

"How are you so muscular?!" Nat blurted out quickly covering her mouth is slight embarrassment but Maria just laughed throwing her jacket to the sofa "oh honey I am a demon, I love going to the gym and pissing men off with my muscles"

Nat was stunned "god you could bench press me so much" she whispered and Maria smiled "I could do so much more than that detka"

Nat gasped "you speak Russian?"

"I know you're Russian, so why not try and impress you"

"If you can cook I'll get on knees right now"

Maria smirked "I make an incredible beef Wellington"

Nat laughed stalking forward kissing Maria hard both of them falling onto the couch, Nat straddling Maria and Maria placing her hands on her hips, when she pulled away Nat was breathless while Maria wasn't "it's weird how you don't have breathe"

The demon shrugged "I find it helps in certain situations"

Nat rolled her eyes knowing full well what she meant but refusing to acknowledge it

"I do want to ask a favour from you"

Nat raised an eyebrow "oh?"

"Let me taste you"

"Taste me how?" She said with a suggestive tone

"Well eventually the way you're thinking off, but no I mean something sweet and red" Maria licked her lips honing in on her neck

"Woah! My blood?!" Nat tried pulling away but Maria kept a close hold on her "shh honey I promise it'll be fine, why do you think Y/n asked for your blood type?"

"Well I was little preoccupied actually, I still can't believe any of this!"

Maria calmed Nat down "okay okay, have you ever given blood?"

Nat nodded still not relaxed in Maria's hold but not trying to move away much "it's just like giving blood, two little pin pricks in your neck, a slight pain and some dizziness then you're all good"

Maria's logic made a little bit of sense but Nat was still unsure "you won't kill me?"

"I wouldn't kill a beautiful woman like you, I promise just a little bite and then I'll fuck you so hard you forget all about your neck pain"

"Okay"

"Maria grinned gently grabbing a hold of Nat's hair pulling to the side for more access to her neck. She kissed a sweet spot hard making it tender enough for her fangs to go right through it.

"Relax honey, your heart is racing, it'll be a lot less painful if you breathe, come on let's breathe"

Nat relaxed and focused on her breathing then on the feeling of Maria's hands that started stroking the skin on her back, gently scratching her

"That's it" Maria said finally piercing the skin feeling the blood coat her mouth making her groan at the taste

Nat's legs started to give out and Maria felt that gently sitting the both of them down on the couch still drinking the blood, when she finally had her fill she slowly pulled away licking the holes until they sealed up.

Nat's body was slightly limp weakly pulling herself up to look at Maria "hey pretty girl, thank you for letting me drink from you"

"Mhhph okay" her eyes closed and she was asleep in seconds sticking to Maria's body "yeah, I think we'll be keeping you two, if Y/n can get Wanda to give in just as easily as you"

Maria kissed her cheek leaving a blooded mark making her giggle, what a fun time she'll have with her in the future

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"Jesus Christ that was wild, give me a few minutes please" you placed Wanda down on your bed kissing her forehead "I know baby it's okay it's a little weird as first but it gets easier every time"

"So I have a little question for my pretty girl" you asked walking to your closet to take your suit jacket and shirt leaving you in a sports bra and trousers, Wanda was watching you closely half paying attention

"You can ask me whatever you want wearing that"

You laughed going back to the bed sitting next to a now sat up Wanda "good, so obviously I'm a demon and I'm glad you're okay with it, but do you know what that means?"

Shaking her head no you let her straddle you letting her get comfy before continuing "it means that I like to drink blood"

"Like a vampire?"

You closed your eyes growling "no and don't ever compare me to those soul sucking leaches ever again"

"Oh okay, I'm sorry"

You soothed her stroking your hands along her jean covered thighs "it's okay, vampires and demons just don't get along that well, anyway the reason I say about drinking blood is because I think you'll have some delicious blood"

"You want to drink from me?" She asked innocently and you loved it "yes princess, I promise it won't hurt much, just like two pin pricks in your neck"

Your explanation made it slightly better "okay you promise you won't hurt me?"

You chuckled "what happened to not being delicate?"

"Yeah well spanking me and biting me are two different things" your eyes widened "spanking? Bloody hell Wanda, maybe I'll skip the blood"

You both laughed but you couldn't wait anymore, you started kissing her neck, finding a spot you liked sucking hard making the skin soft enough for your fangs, when it was soft enough you pierced the skin hearing a groan from Wanda making you suck harder, fuck her blood was delicious!

Having your fill, you finally stopped drinking and licked the holes in her skin to close them up "thank you princess for letting me drink from you"

Wanda's whole body felt heavy with her whole weight on your body, she was definitely sleepy "you can sleep honey I'll be here when you wake up" Wanda's eyes were closed already, yep definitely asleep already.

Your phone in your pocket buzzed making Wanda shift slightly but you shushed her kissing her hair when she stopped, you looked at your phone

Maria to Y/n

How'd you do?

She's delicious

We're talking about blood right?

For now ;)

Ugh whatever, Nat's blood is good too, so we keeping them?

Oh hell yeah!

Your phone buzzed with another message from someone else

Loki to Y/n

Did u get your victim? I came in the house B4 but heard groaning so left

For the love of satan just start spelling things correctly!

But yeah I did and so did Maria, you can come back into the house she's asleep

Asleep? Did a bad job did u?

Fuck you I just drank some of her blood so she's very tired now

Yeh K sure that's the reason

😠 don't you ever 'K' me again you asshole!

🥰 Luv u

You threw your phone to the side choosing to kill Loki later letting yourself lay down bringing Wanda with you making her comfortable "we'll have so much fun together"

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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18+ MDNI / fem!reader

I can't get over the thought of Obito's Sharingan activating and flashing red whenever he's really turned on.

Just these wide open, crimson eyes staring up at you while you ride his fat cock and squirm in his lap. Following your every move every time you slam your hips back down, down, down. Being so fucking perceptive that they send a chill tumbling down your spine and make every hair on the nape of your neck stand to attention. He can see every detail, every droplet of sweat.

It's thrilling.

His pupils are so big that they remind you of dinner plates. They dilate; swallowing up the iris gradually until you can nearly see your own naked reflection inside the two void-like circles whenever your gazes connect. With every panting, messy kiss he insists you share, you swear that you can see them grow even larger.

He grunts as your tongue tangles with his own. You're holding on for dear life whilst you suck it into your mouth; dainty hands clasped firmly around his broad shoulders as his own bigger ones find your hips. His grip is tenacious when it rests on your salt-riddled skin - harsh enough to make you bruise, albeit equally as loving whilst he helps you pick up the pace.

He's so strong. So full of life. You love him so fucking much.

"Gonna cum soon, darlin'. That, ah... That okay?" He's completely red in the face as he says it. His cheeks are tinted a vivid pink and his brow is covered in sweat when he pulls back to look at you better. Pop! - the thin strings of saliva that bridge your mouths together break as you eye his short midnight hair that frames his face perfectly. He's looking at you underneath his thick lashes now, clearly expectant for an answer.

And god-fucking-damn, his eyes are literally glowing now - they remind you of white-hot embers in the night. You feel like he's undressing your soul with them; exploring every nook and cranny of your very essence with his gaze alone. He's practically eye-fucking your wretched heart.

"Yeah... S'fine, mhmmm." The sight makes you gasp; makes your cunt tighten around his girth whenever he looks at you like that. You can barely speak as the kittenish moans begin to pour out of you like some lewd symphony only he has the pleasure of hearing. Looking so dazzled - nearly entranced - your lips part and your jaw turns slack when he blinks in slight surprise and the colour flashes even brighter.

"Fuck, Obi... Your eyes." Every breath is ragged as you inch towards release. You can't even think like a normal person anymore.

He's listening to the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he whispers, "What about 'em?"

"They're so, nnh..." It takes every last bit of effort to focus as you feel him begin to twitch and throb inside your belly at the mention of the Uchiha's specialty he's so proud to own. He's pounding into you now; ready to become undone at any moment as he waits for you to spill the words and the hot juices of pleasure at the same time. Perhaps your compliment might make him spill, too. It's definitely worth a try. "They're so fuckin' pretty. Just like you... My pretty boy."

You've always loved calling him pretty. Loved tracing the intricate scars that cover half of his face and body, telling him he's beautiful even if he doesn't think he is, as well as kissing every inch of him. He deserves all of the praise. Is worthy to feel so loved and adored. You see the way he frowns whenever he looks at himself in the mirror every morning, after all.

"I think you're prettier, though." He tilts his head to the side like an animal as he retaliates, still not used to such profound adoration whilst inspecting you even more thoroughly. He knows what you're trying to do with the doting words. He knows it well.

Your finger finds his lips. "Shh".

Long moments pass; each second filled with loud squelching noises and the squeaks you voice with each bounce on his dick. He's so engrossed in watching the little show you're putting on for him and the thin ring of creamy arousal to gather on his dick, that you can practically hear the amusement in his voice as he at long last muses, "See? You're so pretty... Especially when you're like this."

"Not fair." You pout. "Why can't you just accept my compliment?"

"Just 'cause." You catch the hint of a smirk that ghosts over his rosy lips at the sight of the little frown you portray at his lame reply.

Neither the smirk, nor the frown last for long, however. Both of your mouths are turning into the shape of little o's as you begin to chase your respective climaxes, because Obito hasn't stopped slamming into you not even for a second. You're about to break, judging from how intensely your legs are beginning to tremble from the toe-curling waves of pleasure to hit you repeatedly. And he doesn't seem to be far away from it either.

After all, it's not just the fucking that's this wild anymore; even the way he's looking at you has become purely bestial. Especially when he leans in to kiss you again and he burrows himself so deep inside your warm cunt that your mouth isn't the only thing he pecks.

"Tell you what, if you lemme see that cute face you make when you cum, I'll think about accepting the compliment," he whispers before his tongue strokes your bottom lip tenderly.

His eyes are drilling straight into you in the same fierce manner his hips are as he waits for your answer.

You can't do anything else but nod.

#obito smut #obito x reader #obito uchiha #obito x y/n #obito x you #naruto smut

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memestockpile · 8 months

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master and commander from the 2003 film. feel free to change as needed.

come on, come on. it's all right.

starboard bow, ahoy!

thought i heard something.

you're officer of the watch.

you must make a decision.

rouse up! rouse up!

you did the right thing, [name].

quit your dawdling!

we stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.

run up the colors.

for god's sake, don't drop anything!

don't worry, lad.

reload and give 'em hell!

we're fish in a barrel.

pipe down.

they'll not find us in here.

well done, lad.

just a broken arm.

you're in very good hands.

i'm doing everything i can.

let me take a look at that brow of yours.

quite fortunate, really.

i have no idea what it is you're talking about.

the simple fact is we were soundly beaten.

am i not correct?

we're not going home.

there's not a moment to lose.

is it true they put the last stitch through your nose? [name] said when you die, they stitch you in your hammock with the last stitch in your nose, just to make sure you're not asleep.

it's all right. it's just the laudanum speaking.

i've never seen a braver patient.

poor darling. never mind, soon we'll have you fixed up.

there's something might interest you here.

there's enough of my blood in the woodwork for the ship to almost be a relation.

your knowledge is beyond question.

show me a beetle and i'll tell you what it's thinking.

you're not a pennyweight of use gawping here!

you should read the book.

what a fascinating modern age we live in.

hello, darling! how much for a kiss?

quick, mate.

i remember it like it was yesterday.

to the lesser of two weevils.

the lord taketh and the lord giveth away.

[singing] farewell and adieu to you, spanish ladies.

this is the second time you've done this to me. there will not be a third.

wouldn't want to lose you.

mind what the captain told you.

we caught a fish.

now, tell me that wasn't fun.

you need more than luck against a phantom.

what are you doing, sitting up all night, catching your death of cold?

that's the last of the coffee.

don't count your eggs before they're in the pudding.

no lounging, boy!

there's enough water in the grog.

as a friend, i would say that i have never once doubted your abilities.

therein lies the problem.

you're not accustomed to defeat.

it's not a question of pride. it is a question of duty.

be as satiric as you like.

viewing the world through a microscope is your prerogative.

i will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.

they're said to be full of strange and wonderful beasts.

we'll have to stop for food and water.

i promise you, during that time, you can wander at will, collecting all manner of things dear to your little heart's content.

disgusting!

by all that's holy, i think that's unknown to science.

well, i'll be damned.

break your heart, it would.

[name], have you forgotten your promise?

i have known you to spend hours staring into a deserted bird's nest.

we do not have time for your damned hobbies!

i can harness the wind, but i ain't its goddamn creator.

i have never known such a run of bad luck.

it's from the bible, that.

i'm rather understanding of mutinies.

i, for one, am opposed to authority. it is an egg of misery and oppression.

shh. not so loud.

any time tonight, that ghost ship's gonna turn up.

you gave me such a start.

are you feeling better now?

you've always been very kind to me.

the simple truth is, not all of us become the men we once hoped we might be.

i'm so sorry, man.

it's just to get my bearings, that's all.

it'd be a lot easier if i were on dry land.

i'll manage. you'll see.

i just need to stretch my legs.

a spare pair of steady hands wouldn't go amiss.

do you have the constitution for this?

i have been amongst and around wounds all my life.

it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.

name a shrub after me. something prickly and hard to eradicate.

damn, you've got good eyes, [nickname].

i know what you want to say. and my answer is no.

they mean to take us as a prize.

though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home.

surprise is on our side.

care for a cigar?

oh, here we go again.

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 2 years

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Sunsets- Sarah Paulson

Warnings: Angst, Fluff?, Idealisation to suicide

Y/n's Pov:

I was currently on the phone talking to my cousin "I'm so proud of you" I gushed he had just come out as trans and going from a girl to a boy must be hard on him.

"You're going to be great, you're already doing amazing don't listen to him he's just a dick" I really was proud of him but I still couldn't shake what I felt.

Deep within my bones, nothing was right so I'll try to make everyone better, allowing them to drain me dry.

Hollowing out my body of who I am and who I once was, a sense of connection was all I needed.

At some point my stepmom Sarah entered my room she stood at the door just watching.

"Please don't commit I'd miss you more than you think everyone would really" his dad didn't seem to support it. He had suffered from depression for the past few years and after what his dad had to say well it was starting to take its toll.

Everyone had already tried to help but eventually, they all gave up just deciding to hand him a therapist so at least they're still trying.

"Just promise me please...thank you, alright I love you too" as soon as the call ended a familiar voice filled the room.

"Look at you, comforting others with the words you want to hear," Sarah said solemnly "wha-what do you mean?" I asked almost defensively.

Turning to face the woman now walking towards my bed "I'm just saying Y/n that you're too pure for this world" she spoke lightly bringing a gentle hand to rest on my knee.

I looked up into her brown eyes hopefully, me and Sarah got on better than my actual parents and I probably ever did.

I dropped my head as tears began prickling my waterline sometimes it felt like she was the only one who understood my pain.

She felt like home

She sat beside me opening her arms as an offering, without hesitation I fell into her chest my arms wrapping around her small waist tightly.

She only rocked us back and forth rubbing my back comfortingly shushing my cries, kissing the top of my head "shh it's alright love".

Even though we both knew it wasn't it did make me feel like it was, I looked up at the older woman as she looked down smiling sadly.

Leaning in she kissed my nose making me giggle waterily, lightly she pushed a strand of hair behind my pierced ear.

"You're such a beautiful girl Y/n, has anyone told you lately?" She asked I only shook my head "no? Well I'll tell you some more, you Y/n Taylor are the most beautiful girl in the entire world and I'm very glad to be your stepmom".

I furiously shook my head, she's lying I'm far from it.

"No none of that" she held my head still "you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met Y/n Y/m/n Taylor and whoever disagrees will just have to take it up with me" letting go.

If I wasn't crying before I definitely was now my arms tightened around her frame "thank you..." I choked "no, thank you Y/n" Sarah smiled.

We turned to stare out the window "the sky looks beautiful huh, Sarah?" She only hummed in agreement.

As we pull away I whisper "I'm gonna make sure these sunsets are extra pretty I promise" maybe then at least I'd be good for something.

Sarah loved to admire the sky with me, maybe it could give her something to look forward to.

Sarah only hushed me grasping my face again, I couldn't believe her cold hands could bring so much warmth to my heart.

"You might think you would make a beautiful sky but you're way more beautiful on earth" she muttered before kissing my forehead.

My eyes closed basking in her comfort "maybe just for a minute longer I could stay".

Sarah's Pov:

I woke up gasping for air my hands flying to my chest sitting up I quickly threw off the blankets ignoring Holland.

Standing I hastily made my way towards Y/n's bedroom this dream wasn't like any other.

It was real only from Y/n's perspective? Was that how she actually felt? Slowly I pushed open her door.

Silence

The air was cold and her room no longer smelt of her, the passion flower shampoo, the vanilla rose that always lingered about, the floral musky scent of her perfume we always joked smelt like old ladies.

Pictures were hung upon the walls, decorated with a delicate passion, the bed was made and the desk organised.

This was probably the cleanest I had ever seen this room before.

Walking to her bed I grabbed the giant brown teddy bear laying on its stomach, resting on the bed opposite where she would've slept.

My fingers grazed gently along the green floral blanket, not even one of her hairs was set upon it.

She was really gone.

Tears dribbled harshly down my now agitated cheeks angrily I wiped them with the back of my hand.

I wasn't angry at Y/n, I was angry at Holland and her father at, at her family.

A bunch of bloodsuckers who mentally and emotionally abused this poor girl, forcing her to believe lies about herself.

And now my Y/n is gone.

Shaking my head I crept over to her windowsill pushing the curtain across I smiled.

"The sky looks beautiful today huh, Sarah?"

Looking up she really did make the sky extra pretty too bad that minute longer couldn't last forever.

Because she was my home.

#sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x daughter #sarah paulson x holland taylor #holland taylor

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rattyoakenbitch · 3 years

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❝𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲❞ ─ 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

but when he loves me i feel like i'm floating

when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody

❥ content ; little gn reader, sfw agere, corpse is a cg, mostly fluff with a smidge of angst

❥ warnings ; daddy issues, childhood trauma, hints of emotional & verbal abuse and of course age regression if ur uncomfy w that stuff. also pet names and the use of the word "daddy" but not in a sexual/smutty context!!! agere is not a kink!!!

❥ synopsis ; you age regress to cope and corpse takes care of you through it all

❥ a/n ; i got a request to write this agere fic a couple months ago on my wattpad! i myself used to be a part of the agere community but it has been years so i forgot a lot of what i learned. however, unlike age play and cgl, agere is just a coping mechanism and totally nonsexual!! pls do ur research before u attack members of the agere community (: ur coping mechanisms are valid!!!

With a frustrated groan, you push yourself away from your desk, now spinning slowly on your little office type chair.

You had procrastinated and hadn't done any of your work, and even when you did try to finish it, you were easily distracted or discouraged by intrustive thoughts.

Your mind would never fail to drift back to memories of when you were younger. However, those memories weren't exactly fond or anything you'd even want to remember.

Yet they were there, either popping up unexpectedly or lingering in the back of your unconcious mind.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt two strong arms wrap around you, causing you to nearly jump out of your seat.

Corpse hummed. "Are you done with your work yet, darling?"

"Can't finish it.. My brain doesn't wanna co-operate with me today, or ever," you whine, feeling angry tears begin to form behind your waterline.

Corpse sensed the anxiety and frustration in your voice and immediately knew the cause.

"You're not a failure, Y/N. Your father was wrong, and you know it."

"Yeah, but hearing his words in my head don't exactly help when I'm trying to work."

"I know, baby, I know," Still not letting you free from his embrace, Corpse held your significantly smaller hands in his. "But he's not here. It's just me, doll. You're safe."

He knew what he was doing. And he knew that you knew.

You pulled away from his hold, now standing up to face him. He as well stood up to his full height, looking down at you with soft, comforting eyes.

"A-Are you sure I can..?" You ask timidly, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze. He nods encouragingly.

"Of course, doll. I'll take care of you."

He brings his hand to caress your face and tilts it upwards so your eyes met.

Your eyes dart across the room, looking anywhere but into Corpse's own eyes.

"Tsk, eyes on me, baby."

You hesitantly bring your eyes back to meet his, prompting Corpse to praise you. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks at this.

"You promise?? I don't wanna be a distraction, I-"

Wordlessly, Corpse brushes his thumb on your bottom lip, causing you to quiet down immediately.

"What are you saying? I always have time for you. Now c'mon."

You giggle as Corpse lifts you up into his arms bridal style and takes you to the living room.

You end up watching a Studio Ghibli movie together, tucked underneath blankets and with you snuggled up into Corpse's chest.

At some point during the movie, you unwrap one of Corpse's arms around you and take his hand. This causes Corpse to unconciously hold your hand in his big, calloused ones, adorned with metal rings.

You both look down to where he held you.

"Awe, now would you look at that. Your hand looks so cute, the way it fits in mine," he coos, causing you to sink further into your blankets, hiding your blush.

"Mm stop," you pout, only making Corpse chuckle some more.

"You're hiding because you're blushing?"

"Yes!! Now stop laughing, you big meanie."

Corpse only responds by lifting you back onto his lap, resting his chin on your head.

"Aww, you really are blushing like a rose," Corpse fawns. "Aren't you just a pretty little thing?"

You decide not to sass back and instead accept the praise.

As you both refocused your attention on the screen, Corpse lets go of your hand and instead runs his fingers through your hair. You hum in satisfaction, leaning into his touch. Corpse continues to do this all while he whispers sweet nothings and praises in your ear until you drift off into a blissful sleep.

After what feels like an hour later, but was really just thirty minutes, Corpse's phone chimes, his screen lighting up to reveal a text notification.

As softly as he can, Corpse reaches over to the side table to grab his phone. Despite his efforts, you wake up from the movement and the sudden lack of warmth that was once wrapped around your body.

You huff in annoyance.

"I thought you said you weren't busyyy."

"I know, little one. Sean wants me to join a game with the others. If you want, you can watch us play. We won't be streaming."

You nod in agreement, and once again, Corpse carries you into the studio, setting you down on his lap soon as he sits down.

You hear a little beep, followed by a variety of voices, all talking above one another. It comes to a stop, though, and you're relieved of the overstimulation as soon as they realize Corpse had joined the call.

"Hey, Corpse is here!"

"What's up, Corpse?"

"Hey guys," Corpse greets them. "I hope you don't mind that Y/N's with me right now. They're little again and I promised I'd spend time with them."

You heard some 'aww's' in the back as voices overlapped again.

"Oh, no, yeah of course we're okay with that."

"That's really sweet!"

"All right, guys, no cursing or excessive yelling! If you scare Y/N, you're gonna have me to answer to!"

Though they couldn't see you, you still shyly huddled closer into Corpse's chest. Corpse's friends, being your friends as well, knew that you were an age regressor and were fully supportive and accepting. So this wasn't the only occassion where they'd played with little you around to watch.

"Thank you," you mumbled sleepily into the mic before yawning and laying back down into Corpse.

He gives you a kiss on the top of your head before he goes back to chatting and playing with his friends. An hour passes, and then it's night. The cold nighttime air seeps in through the windows, causing goosebumps to form on your exposed skin.

Silently, you tug at Corpse's hoodie, prompting him to look down at you. Though you've been quiet throughout the past hour, Corpse hadn't forgotten about you.

He raises a brow, confused for a second until you grab at his hoodie again with pleading eyes.

"'M cold, daddy."

"Shh, okay, baby, I got you."

Corpse pulls his sweater over his head, and on instinct, you raise your arms up as well. Corpse takes his hoodie and puts it on you, causing you to giggle in delight.

"There you go. Is that better?"

You beam, "Mhm!"

As Corpse shared this moment with you, he was still blissfully unaware that his mic was still on. That was, until he heard the choruses of "awe's" in his headphones.

#corpse husband x reader #corpse husband fanfic #corpse x gn reader #gn reader #agere little #sfw #corpse x little reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband x you #rattyoakenbitch #mcyt #youtubers #corpse husband fluff #tw: daddy issues #tw: childhood trauma

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sevmch · 3 years

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hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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2021 (c) sevmch | do not copy or repost.

#haikyu au #haikyu headcanons #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo headcanons #haikyu x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro fluff #haikyu fluff #haikyu x you #bokuto #hq koutarou #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo angst

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible.

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters.

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort.

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping.

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor.

"Shit."

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly.

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners?

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse.

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out.

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders.

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him.

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom.

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair.

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor.

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked.

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way.

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point.

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time.

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle.

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice.

"Fuck you." She yells.

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction.

"Not my fault that you're a perv."

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder."

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks.

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear.

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER.

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise.

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms.

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives.

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating.

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber.

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush.

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage.

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life.

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you."

"Fuck you."

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me.

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her.

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit.

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest.

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes.

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate.

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him.

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly.

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her.

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away.

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire.

"Fuck me." She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws.

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises.

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses.

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence.

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh.

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her.

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her.

She's a subby. A cute one.

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head.

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls.

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats.

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight.

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip.

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it.

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek.

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it.

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland.

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises.

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties.

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre.

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?"

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier.

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting.

She wants him, inside her needy pussy.

She can't take the teasing anymore.

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness for him.

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds."

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek.

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core.

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat.

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one.

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit.

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly.

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words.

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too.

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly.

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy.

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her.

She desires for more.

She has become one little insatiable thing.

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation.

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick.

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes.

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something.

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly.

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late.

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space.

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic.

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses.

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss.

"Promise."

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings.

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him.

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up.

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag.

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No."

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath.

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks.

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body.

"Okie but come back quick."

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you."

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her.

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war.

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy.

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on."

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars.

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back."

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter.

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts.

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest.

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror.

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct.

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood.

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly.

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek.

Will it hurt?

You'll get to know after taking one.

He wishes he could takes his words back.

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock.

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building.

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time.

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last.

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from.

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame.

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth.

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace.

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before.

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails.

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again.

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles one shots #harry styles dirty imagines #harry smut #You guys are gonna hate me for this #i cried too #pls fetch some tissue before reading

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I Wanna Be Your Slave

Pairing: Frank x [amab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) f*cks Frank harsh as a kind of reward and punishment at the same time. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Handcuffs / Harsh / Temperature Play / Safe / Dirty talk / Edging / Fingering Requested on Wattpad Help with details by @frank-ieros-lip-ring

*not proofread this is the last part of a 3 parts story, afab reader smut coming soon

"You will never redeem yourself." I light a cigarette, bringing it to my lips. "Stop trying. Once your hands are dirty, the stain never comes off." A smile tugs on my lips, although completely humorless, as I take a drag of the cig, leaning back against the chair, watching the smoke go out through the window. "Not redeeming yourself doesn't mean you can't be a good person. It depends on how much you're up to changing or how well you are with yourself."

"And sleeping at night is just that easy?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me, shifting in his place on the armchair by the other side of the desk.

"If you bury it deep enough." I shrug. "It doesn't matter, honestly. You shouldn't overthink because that's exactly what will end up killing you. Or not. I don't know. I don't like to think about it."

"You're confusing." He twists his lips lightly.

"I guess. But I'm doing well. I'm alive, I'm here, I have you." I let my eyes fall to the papers again, signing my name over the line. "And that's what matters to me."

It's silent, dense. For the first time in a good while, I'm actually the one uncomfortable with the silence I've imposed after my last words and the room has never felt so small. Having feelings for someone like this feels almost wrong. I have a whole company, a whole family to run, but again, it doesn't mean I can't be happy or that I need to live exclusively for them – on the other hand, that'd mean someone else to threaten me with. Sometimes I want to leave Frank.

"I supposed I can live with that," Frank says quietly.

I never look up. A true smile forms itself on my face this time and I only hum in response as I brush the cig's ashes away from the paper.

It's already late at night when I'm heading back to my bedroom, halls dark and only the sound of low chatter filling the ambient. Frank is in the room when I walk in, sitting on the bed only in his underwear, reading a book.

"Who said you could crash here tonight?" I hum, shrugging off my blazer, kicking away my shoes.

"I don't need anyone telling me what I can do or not." He doesn't even look away from his book, turning the page. Not really his book since I can recognize it as one of the books I got in my office.

"True?" I get rid of the suspenders so I can remove my shirt, then do the same with my pants. "Didn't know you'd gotten such a moral around here, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, but I do, actually!" And the way Frank sounds so cynical is somehow so funny.

"Being a bad boy today?" I struggle to hold back a chuckle, suppressing it before I can face Frank. He's about to say something, but I'm taking the book away from his hands first. "Mary Shelley? I never thought you'd like her books. Nothing against, tho," I mutter, marking the page so I can put the book down. "It's a really good book."

"What are you doing?" He shifts on the bed, glaring at me. "I was reading that!"

"You'll have all the time to read, tomorrow." I glare back, but actually amused.

"But–"

"Why don't you stand up for me?" I make a come on motion, ignoring all the questioning looks shot at me.

Frank tenses up, but is eventually doing as told, eyes only meeting mine for a couple of seconds before they're falling to the ground. Not like I need him to look at me right now, after all. I cup his face and let my thumbs run across the soft skin – he leans into the touch, hands resting over my chest.

My lips meet Frank's in a soft kiss, one that's returned only after a few seconds, his lips slowly moving against mine until I set a pace, letting a hand fall to his hip to pull him closer then touch him through the thin underwear; his hands twitch on my chest, closing themselves around nothing.

"Safeword?" I whisper into Frank's ear, giving the side of his face a kiss.

"Redemption," Frank mutters back and I slowly nod.

"Good boy." I step back. "Now, undress and sit on the bed."

Frustration crosses Frank's eyes momentarily, but it doesn't stop him from doing as told, soon becoming unquiet because he's already half hard so, of course, I'm not going to rush things. One by one, the lube, handcuffs, candles and matches come off one of the bedside table's drawers, clearly intimidating Frank.

The candles go on the bedside table, over a couple of saucers whilst a third and a fourth candle are left aside along with the lube, the fire slowly burning and casting a warm light over Frank when I'm finally moving to give him some attention.

Creaking comes from the mattress with it sinking under my knees as I move towards Frank, my hand on his chest slowly pushing him down against the sheets; he chews down on his lip with me straddling his hips, but all I do it for is to use the handcuffs to lock each of his wrists to the bedposts despite his wide eyes watching me in silent complaints. A whine escapes Frank's throat with it, but I silence him with a peck, moving off of him.

"You're not to come until I tell you so, do you understand?" I grab the lube again, kneeling between his spread legs. "As you already know and have experience with, I'll stop at the same moment if you say the safe word. I thought that'd be great to remember."

Frank meekly nods in response, chest falling with an exhale.

The swallows around Frank's hips deform lightly as I sink my thumbs into the skin, rubbing circles into it, and watch him miserably push his hips up. "Please," he mumbles, but I barely give attention to him, starting to press kisses from his belly button down, mouthing around his crotch, seconds that probably feel like forever to him, but compensated with the pleasure once I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan comes from him with it, squirming intensifying, in a way I can't help but to feel anxious to finally touch him properly.

I sigh softly, holding onto Frank's hips while taking him in completely, hearing the sound of the metal against clinking the bedposts under the cries coming from him.

"Tell me," I whisper once I pull away, letting my thumb sink into the inside of his thigh to rub circles into it – it's pathetic how he continues whimpering even with such a simple touch. "What are you, Frank?"

"Yours," he manages to say, voice tight.

Great. I fondle his balls lightly, watching his thighs quiver. "My what, hun?"

Frank gasps, a shaky moan escaping his lips. "Slave."

"Good boy." I press a kiss to his thigh and move away from him completely so I can reach for the lube, which makes Frank actually quiet instead of complaining about anything. "I'm gonna fuck you until I come," I tell him, covering my fingers with lube, "and if you come before I tell you to, you'll sort yourself out, okay?"

"No," Frank groans. "I–" He cuts himself off when my fingers start tracing his entrance, feeling it fluttering under my touch, before a finger finally sinks in, which snatches a sound of discomfort from him. "Please, just don't hold me back from cumming, I–" A moan.

"And what if you don't cum until I finish foreplay?" I can't help but to grin. "Then you can cum, but I won't stop until I've done it myself."

Frank mutters something under his breath, something I can't identify whether it's a complaint or a plea, however, he's frantically nodding. "Yes, master."

"Oh, fuck you," I mutter almost in the same moment, feeling my underwear grow way too tight.

With a second finger, Frank is being louder and almost pushing himself down against my hand when I brush against his prostate, not touching it as much as he'd like me to when scissoring and twisting my fingers around. The third finger makes him gasp, only moving more frantically. So hopeless.

"Fuck!" Frank throws his head back and arches his back when I'm pulling my hand away, eyes pressed shut tightly.

"You're doing really well, hun," I whisper, cleaning my hand away so I can reach for a candle.

"S-Sir," he swallows, breathing shakily.

I light the candle with one of the others and, opposite to them, this one burns easier, meaning the wax isn't harmful. Wax soon starts pooling in it and I tilt it to pour the warm liquid over Frank's torso – he lets out a gasp, a moan, as he uselessly tries to escape the inevitable touch of the wax.

"Fuck," he curses, melting down along with the wax.

"Tell me how it feels," I say softly, peeling away some of the dried wax while waiting for more to melt.

"I– It's good," he breathes. "Hurts in a good way." He hums, biting down on his lower lip when I pull onto a chunk of wax. "More, please."

And I do as said, carefully letting it fall over Frank's nipple and appreciating each little sound that escapes his lips – he arches his back like to meet the wax, humming as he moves his hips, pushing himself down and ending up finding a little of friction when his balls meet my leg for a second.

"Such a whore," I whisper, peeling the chunk of wax away from his nipple. "I had no idea you'd like something like this, look at how pathetic you are."

Whatever complaint Frank has is lost among moans once my hand is wrapped around his cock, working on it while I let more of the wax pour over his chest and without many pauses now, snatching a chain of gasps from him whilst he thrusts into my hand.

"S-Sir," he says breathlessly.

"I said not to cum during foreplay." I let go of Frank at the same moment, blowing the half burnt candle out before I can return it to its previous place.

"But master, sir," Frank says and these are honestly the only words I'm able to make out from all the babbling and cries coming from him.

"Shh, baby, it'll be just a moment." I stand up from the bed to get rid of the boxers and grab the lube again. Having my hand around my cock feels like such a relief; I almost immediately gasp, though trying to focus more on lubing myself up than jacking off. "Right," I mutter to myself, returning to kneel down between Frank's spread legs before I can adjust my position, bringing one of his legs up to make things easier. "My pretty boy, all mine," I say softly, "what'd it be of you if it wasn't me, hm?"

"Nothing, sir," he replies. Well, I wasn't waiting for that.

All I do is to flash Frank a smile in response then lean in for a kiss, a short and sweet one.

I use my free hand to guide myself in, not so slowly as Frank doesn't need it at all nor a slow pace at first – his body jerks with the heavy thrusts, instantly snatching high pitched sounds from him with every movement.

Frank is fucking tight, clenching around me each time I slam right back in, not bothering to miss his prostate this time. The pleasure is sent ringing up my spine instantly along with this immense relief, incessantly, and it's all about the small details. Clinking echoes through the bedroom along with the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall, but none of these are as loud as Frank.

"Please– Touch me, sir, touch me," he whines among all the gasps and moans.

"You can cum without it, baby boy," I reply softly, my fingers sinking into his thighs, holding both of them up so I can go in deeper and Frank's squirming shows how successful it is. He starts pleading again, but stops after a harsh slap is delivered to his thigh.

Frank fucking comes. Just now I become aware of his spluttered attempts of telling it to me, which I ignored due to being too focused on observing him and myself instead.

It'd be a lie to say it's like nothing; he immediately tightens around me and my hand shakes, sending some of the wax dripping down my fingers instead. "Fuck, fuck," I mutter, putting out the candle messily so I can set it aside and once again take a hold of Frank's thighs, fucking him through his release.

Frank is so messy, throwing his head back – I don't waste the opportunity, quickly attacking his exposed neck with my lips to leave behind marks among the few tattoos decorating the skin.

His skin is hot. Almost like mine, I imagine, burning, though certainly not as much as the muscles on the back of my thigh, which are already complaining by now with a sharp and annoying pain.

"A good boy, aren't you?" I breathe into his ear, not stopping to thrust in, feeling him pulsate, clench around me just so perfectly. "But also such a whore. Look at how you're letting me use you. Mine and only mine. Who's the only one who can touch you this way?"

"Y-You, sir," he stutters, thighs twitching under my touch already, but it doesn't take long for me to cum already, letting out a low moan escape my lips, mind momentarily going blank with the pleasure climbing up the back of my thighs and unraveling the knot in my lower stomach. My movements don't stop until I can feel the oversensitivity threatening to kick in.

"Hell," I breathe, slowly letting go of Frank. "Hell."

I rest my forehead against Frank's, both of us not sharing a word.

"You did so well, baby, so well," I whisper, moving to release him from the handcuffs and his arms just fall limp to the mattress. Fuck. So small and hopeless. "C'mere." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. "Relax for a bit so I can clean you up, hm?" I pull his sweaty strands back from his forehead and press a kiss to it. "I love you, hun."

"Love you, sir," he mumbles, eyes half lidded, though I'm sure he's barely conscious.

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ellitx · 3 years

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💚 anon said: Okay gonna be a part two to the double yan butlers but making them vamp! So have this butler sandwich~

( Long af im so sorry i cant stop i need help)

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warning: blood, smut, yan behavior

You sat there clenching onto the hem of your dress with tears streaming down your beautiful face.

"Hush now beloved..." Himmel whispered, leaning in close on the shell of your ear and bringing a gloved hand to your cheek to wipe the tears away.

"May we remind you aren't alone, y/n~?" The man on the opposite side of you said coming in closer to lick the salty liquid down your face causing him to shudder lightly, even just the slightest taste of you is divine already wanting more.

"I-I know it's just having everyone that I come into that kind of contact with either seems to disappear or they're bored to sleep... it's like I'm cursed or something..." you say with a shaky voice and shallow breath. Hearing this made both of their hearts ache. Locking eyes with his other half for a moment filled with concern and a tinge of guilt.

We're they being too selfish? Keeping you for your own desires and fulfillment..? Surely you felt the same way, you certainly did right...?

The way you so easily let them in, to undress you, bathe you, please you and in turn themselves. Could it possibly be that your feelings had changed? Maybe it's time to test this they thought.

"Mistress, you know Venti and I care oh so deeply for you... and we'll do anything at all for you... so when you say you're alone it's a bit disappointing to hear.." Himmel breathes out taking a hold of your left hand and his twin grabbing the right, both lovingly stroking your delicate hands.

"Oh how correct you are dear brother. It's quite heartbreaking not only to see you so upset but to hear that you're feeling as such, may we turn this pain into pleasure? We're always at your service my beloved."

Venti's question caused you to shoot a shocked and red-faced expression towards him. "W-what do you Mea— Mm!" He pressed a finger to your lips and slowly pushed you down onto the mattress, with Himmel setting himself behind you, sliding his arms around you to hold you in place as his brother straddles the both of you, He peers down from above you with lust clouded eyes

"Oh you know exactly what we mean my princess~ We know wholeheartedly the feelings you have towards us and trust us in knowing the feeling is mutual. So when we see these vile suitors dare lay sight on you we couldn't help but, 'resolve' the issue." He whispered into your ear slowly leaving small love bites down your neck. Oh how badly he wants to sink his teeth into you. Just a whiff of your scent already drives him mad but he holds in his desire.

Himmel snuck his hands up to pull down the top zipper of your gown letting the sleeves slump off of your shoulders to let his brother gain more access, and allowing himself to give gentle kisses and licking the opposite side as he holds you strongly in place.

"Mm...! So you two... were behind all of this...!?" you breathe out trying to keep calm while both of your dear servants are beginning to devour you. Himmel wrapped his legs around you, locking his ankles with yours, with Venti pushing most of his weight onto you to make his way back up to your ear.

"We were merely speeding up the process, angel~ And besides, by the look of things you, weren't even interested, no?" Venti cooed.

You couldn't deny it. No feelings you had were towards any of the potential matches and frankly made you bored and uncomfortable. It was honestly a relief when the situation was brought to shambles.

"Mistress, you did tell me that you didn't even want to go back to him, correct...?" The man behind you questions. You shakily sighed recalling the words you said to Himmel earlier that afternoon, his hair and breath tickling your neckline. It was so hard to even respond coherently as they both let their hands run all over you— Venti at your chest and neck and Himmel having his hands wander up your skirt to feel your thighs.

"Mm... Yes..." Venti grins at your answer and chuckles, eyeing your near-exposed breast daring to make an appearance. "Y/n, don't you think it's time for a change of clothes? You look quite uncomfortable with this elaborate dress at the moment. Do we have permission to undress you?" Himmel suggested catching onto Venti and his desires, how badly he just wants to rip everything off and dive right into you knowing he must remain calm.

Squirming a bit due to the building excitement, you nod as your face painted blush red. "You may..." and with that the both of them helped you out of your clothes, slowly and carefully removing each article with the man behind you pulling down your zipper fully and removing your dress, while Venti took off the skirt underneath, leaving you only in your lingerie.

You curl up slightly embarrassed how both of them are hungrily eyeing your form. "Look... look at you y/n... you're so beautiful. Divine even. It's why we must keep you all to ourselves~" Himmel sighed pressing his chest against your back and snaking his arms around you while placing gentle but passionate kisses all over your neck.

"Oh how right you are dear brother. A true angel lay before us and I think she may lay blessing upon ourselves tonight~" Venti says climbing back on top of you, putting a leg between yours, his knee brushing against your core, making you shudder and lean onto the man behind you. It was so hard to resist them at this point you didn't even care how much trouble the three of you could be in if you got caught.

"Nng... I order you to both give in to any and all desires..." They both went wide-eyed in excitement.

"With pleasure my songbird~" the blue-eyed male almost moaned into your ear as he removed his own clothing and Venti followed soon after.

"On one condition... Please let me know beforehand if you decide to feast upon me..." you interject blushing madly in watching the two men undress before you. You notice how their eyes seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. "Of course my dearest, we wouldn't do anything without consent, right dear brother?" Himmel states and gestures to Venti.

"Indeed our princess must be handled with the utmost care, with loving and sensual touches, no harm must come to her." He says leaning in to slowly kiss your cheek only to begin leaving slow sweet kisses down your jawline, with Himmel running his hands down your exposed waist feeling his bare hands smooth across your supple skin filled you with desire.

You held onto Venti's shoulders and leaned your back against Himmel's chest, they had you securely pressed between them, you could feel so much of them and how hot it was getting, and how much they needed you in turn.

Hearing a whisper from behind you "May I kiss you, y/n?" You turn and nod, letting Himmel latch his lips to yours, letting a sweet moan escape your lips as you felt Venti unclip your bra. "I feel so lucky to have such a sight in front of me… let me taste you please..." He almost pleaded in which you give out a shaky sigh, desperately wanting him to pull your sweet breast in his mouth.

"I did say you may give in to all desires, correct~?" you say teasingly. Almost immediately you felt him latch onto your breast almost desperately and gripping onto the other, swirling your nipple with his tongue making you let out a sweet moan that made Himmel grip your thighs letting his hands wander closer and closer to where you needed him most.

"Nnng... y/n, I want to feel how much you crave us," Himmel said, pulling your soaked panties aside and rubbing a finger through your folds as he flicked up to hit your clit. It makes your breath hitch as you shift your weight against his stiff member as well as feeling the other suck and knead at your tender breasts. Looking down and noticing how needy Venti was as well, it made your mind so clouded with lust it was hard to think straight.

"Ahh~ More... please...!" You plead. You appreciate them being slow and careful but you just wanted them to take full control and pleasure every inch of you. "As you wish~" Venti moves down from your breast leaving passionate kisses all the way down your body stopping at your core.

"My mistress is so sweet~ you don't know how much we love you so let us show you." He breathes out with his mouth hung open, you could see his fangs albeit small but much larger than anything human and it turned you on seeing Venti pleading up at you to let him devour your essence.

"Haa... please me... eat me... anything... I'm all yours." You plead. And in turn, he puts your legs over his shoulders as Himmel grips your hips in place with one arm while the other rubs your sensitive bud.

You let out a shaky moan as Venti licks up your slit. "Mmm... so good y/n..." the vibrations from his moans resonated deep within you causing so much ecstasy to flow through you.

"Ahh...!! It's too much!!"

Himmel quickly pulls you in to swallow your moans with a deep kiss. "Shh mistress... we can't allow ourselves to be too loud.." Himmel said. It was so hard to hold himself back from sinking his teeth into your beautifully exposed neck while he rubbed your core how he wanted to desperately switch position with his brother but your pleasure was his top priority.

The stimulation from both of them was almost too much. You felt hot tears run down your face as you gripped onto Venti's hair for anything to hold you together as if you couldn't control your hips that you ground against his face as well as rolled against Himmel's erect length. You felt the climax building, that twisting coil in your womb threatening to spill out.

"Haa... Haa...! I'm so close...!" You breathe out trying to remain as quiet as possible.

"Yes.. feed me~! Let me drink your divine essence!" Venti begged into you. While gripping onto the hand that Himmel offered to you, you came down so intensely it made your whole body shiver. Pulling away from you to wipe his face, Himmel couldn't help but drag his hand to collect any remaining slick and lick it off his fingertips.

"Always ever sweet my songbird..." He gazed straight into your e/c orbs with his pupils blown wide. "But I can't help but want more..." he bends down to where his twin was recently to lick all of the slicks that covered your thighs, he was about to combust. He has held back for so long. Hearing your heartbeat right next to his ear, the crimson essence he so desperately needs is just inches away.

"Y/n... May I please bear fang to you... right here." he pokes your soft thigh ever so slightly.

"Ohohoh, wanting a drink so soon dear brother?" His twin teases.

"Ashamedly, yes... you got to drink the beloved's slick after all..." He bends down awaiting your answer as Venti repositioned himself behind you with him breathing down your neck.

"Y-you may..." you nervously grip onto the sheets awaiting the incoming pain as Venti rubs your arms to offer some comfort. "Shhh just relax... if you’re so tense it'll be more painful..." He whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You take a deep inhale as you feel Himmel sink his teeth into your soft flesh.

Your life force was flowing into him. It was so addicting, so sweet, and in addition to the slicks still left over on your thigh, nothing could beat this he thought. Both were gently holding you still. You couldn't ignore Venti’s ragged, almost feral breathing pattern, and not soon after feeling something cold and wet drop on your shoulder, you turn to look at him, mouth hung open of a drooling mess.

"I'm... haa... going to be honest, y/n... I don't think I can..." you nod to him and pull your hair out of the way leaning your head to the side.

"As a reward... for earlier..." He goes wide-eyed and grins and gently wraps both his arms and legs around you, biting down on the nape of your neck, your delicious wine filling his system as he hums in satisfaction.

Himmel pulls away carefully after his fill, almost immediately cleaning and wrapping the small wound in cloth and finishing it with a small kiss. "Thank you so much, my beloved, but Venti please be gentle with her..." Himmel says leaning in front of you as you grip onto him and focus on your breathing to distract yourself from the sharp pain going through you.

"Mhmm..." He mumbled, getting in a few last drops before he pulled away.

"Thank you, mistress. You're ever so kind to us, now let us repay you~" Venti said whilst cleaning and covering the wound. Himmel gently lays you down with you perfectly on display for the both of them with him going on top of you with Venti behind you.

"There is still one more thing we wish to have desired, to make love to you, y/n'' He bent down to quietly whisper in your ear. Feeling how hard they both were, you wanted to fulfill all of their wishes. You could only nod knowing how badly you also wanted this.

"Please... I only have a love for the both of you..." With Venti wrapping his arms around and pushing his cock between your cheeks and Himmel slowly lining himself up with your heat, taking your hands in his, you lock eyes with his icy orbs.

"Ahh~!" You moan, throwing your head back onto his twin’s shoulder as he enters you. It felt so euphoric to the three of you. Venti grinding himself against you, Himmel slowly filling your walls and feeling them so close to you, it felt like you were overheating but you couldn't get enough.

"Nnng... my love you feel so good...! So warm..." Himmel praises gradually increasing the pace. Feeling them both slide in and out of you filled you with immense pleasure. You couldn't help but rut your hips in tandem with theirs.

"Y/n~! More!" The man behind you pleaded, gripping your hips for more of the friction he craved, causing you to grind up against him more, your end was coming already so quickly with how good they both felt.

"Ahh...! Guys, I don't know how long I can make it...!" Your walls clench around his length with him hitting that sweet spot each time making you see stars. You gripped Himmel’s arms, holding on for dear life.

"Don't— Ahh... Hold it...! My beloved...! I'm close too!!" Himmel moans into you kissing you so deeply, swirling your tongue with his. That tight knot again comes loose with a few more thrusts from both of them spilling it all over the sheets with Himmel releasing on your stomach and Venti coming onto your back.

After a few moments of recollection and clean up, they both embrace you and swore to never let you go.

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(Im off to jail again and i hope the formatting is okay -💚 i just wanna feed you not more work )

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Anon, you’re feeding us so well mmmpowowushasjjs

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jaefmin · 3 years

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Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

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↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ WC: 2.7k

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@intokook 🙃🙃

As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.

#jaemin #kpopfics #jaem #jaemnet #nct #dream #nctdream #jaemjaem #nct jaemin #kpop #jaemin tattoau #sickreader #Feedbacks appreciated

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babieflorenzi · 5 years

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how about mario kart night, the boy squad teasing david when they see hickeys bc they're happy matteo finally has someone he wants to give them to, matteo comes back from the kitchen or wherever + overhears + bc he's a little shit he promptly starts flirting obnoxiously with david until the boys tell them to get a room so they do while the squad's like "?? this is our matteo?? don#t be too loud we're staying here playing mario until you're done" (and they really do stay and tease them afterward)

ugh i love love love love this, ft. some desperate david? (also i can’t write flirting at all so i changed it a little i hope thats okay?)

David loves their friends okay? He genuinely does but right now he can’t fucking stand a single one of them. They really have no idea how frustrating it is when they show up unannounced right when David’s just gotten his pants off and is almost almost almost getting something in him after spending the whole day waiting for Matteo to get home. The fact that they don’t leave after walking in on them is even worse, David is kind of pissed.

They’ve been sitting in the lounge room for fifteen minutes, David sitting between Matteo’s legs so he can rub his back against him to tease and keep him interested as long as possible. Matteo is getting a little fed up and David loves it until Matteo gets up to go cook something for the group. As soon as Matteo leaves the room the boys start ripping into David.

“Dude you look like you were attacked by a bear.” Carlos laughs, poking David in the side of the neck. David knows there’s probably a mark because Matteo had spent a good chunk of time kissing and biting at his neck before they were interrupted and when David bruised he bruised dark. “Look at his hair! David you could’ve tried to be somewhat presentable for us!” Abdi ruffles his hair, which ugh, that’s annoying. “Dude, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I think it’s cute that he’s giving you hickeys, our little Luigi is all grown up now!” Jonas joins in. “Yeah dude, I thought he was never gonna get laid. It’s so good he’s found you.” Abdi claps David on the shoulder as Matteo walks through the door. David looks at him and knows he heard the conversation, he’s got a cheeky gleam in his eyes. He drops a pot onto the coffee table along with four spoons before throwing himself into David’s lap.

He’s clingy now, head on David’s shoulder, legs over his lap, holding his hand in both of his. “You good baby?” David asks quietly. “Yeah, just wanna get them out of here and get back to where we were earlier.” Matteo whispers, really making sure the other boys can’t hear. Matteo sits back up and looks over David’s face with half closed dreamy eyes, “You’re so gorgeous. Can’t believe you’re my boyfriend wow.” Matteo pokes at David’s cheek. He rests his whole hand against David’s face and pulls him up so he can get a kiss. David tries to keep it short and sweet because the boys are right there and he’s never thought he’d be in a relationship where they were clingy in front of friends.

“Ugh guys stop being gross.” Jonas says, picking up a pillow and chucking it at them. David just flips him off and pulls Matteo closer. “Get a rooooooom!” Carlos yells right next to them. David leans back to tell them off when Matteo interrupts him. “We’ll you know we did have one before you got here and stopped us, which by the way, so fucking rude.” Matteo gets up and grabs a hold of David’s wrist to pull him up too. “Bro where are you going?” Abdi asks when David’s being pulled out the door. “Getting a room!” He shouts. “What the fuck? Are you kidding?” He hears someone laugh. “We’ll be here waiting for you to be done!” Abdi yells very clearly before a thwack. “Bro you can’t say that.” “The games here, we gotta stay.” “Don’t be too loud boys! We don’t wanna hear what kinky shit you’re into.”

Matteo shuts his bedroom door behind himself and practically jumps David right then. They’re kissing rough and hard and David is instantly into in. He should feel weird about leaving their friends in the other room to go have sex but fuck, he’s been waiting for this all day. He’s quick to get Matteo out of his clothes and shove him on the bed. David ducks down to get his dick in his mouth to get Matteo fully hard fast. He knows they’re going to need to be quick, he doesn’t trust the boys to not get bored and try interrupt them again.

He doesn’t stop moving until he’s got a a condom on Matteo and lubing him up. “Are you still sure that this is okay? Doing this now?” David needs to double check it. “Yeah yeah, if you’re into it. If not we can stop, no hard feelings.” Matteo says, hands gripping onto David’s hips a little harder. David just nods and starts to line Matteo up and sink down. It’s a relief. David’s really really wanted this today, to be this close to Matteo and this full. It’s fucking brilliant. His movements are quick, aiming to get them both off quickly. David’s got a hand rubbing himself to help with that.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans into Matteo’s neck, “You feel so good.” “Shh, don’t-ah, don’t want them to hear.” Matteo whispers against David’s neck which makes him shiver. Matteo licks up and down the side of David’s neck which would make him grossed out if he wasn’t so into everything Matteo right now. He’s close and his thighs are tensing and shaking. He needs Matteo to come with him so badly today. He sits up so he can take his dirty hand and shove some fingers into Matteo’s mouth. He takes it and tries to force them further down his own throat, a fucking slut for David. Watching Matteo like this pushes David over that edge, he throws his head back and groans loud.

David keeps rocking his hips and focusing a lot of what he knows will get Matteo off quickly. He doesn’t take too long, body completely tensing up then a hard shudder as well as his grip on David doubling in strength for a second. “Holy shit, David.” Matteo sighs out once he’s relaxed into the mattress again. “Yeah, holy shit.” “Maybe we should get interrupted more often.” “Ha, ha. No.”

It’s hard for them to not just lay around cuddling after, both getting grossly affectionate post-orgasm. David does give in for five whole minutes before getting up and shoving Matteo off the bed. “We can’t just leave them out there, they’ll get bored and start looking for us. Then they might see your dick and I don’t think either of us will want that.” David pushes him after he’s already gotten re-dressed. “But I’m tir-ed!” Matteo protests. He does usually get exhausted after sex, usually tries to take naps or lay around as long as possible. “I don’t care. We just need to go and sit with them for a bit, we can’t stay here or kick them out when we already abandoned them to go fuck.”

Matteo does eventually agree with bribery promises from David that probably will not be met. They walk back out together, Matteo making David hold his hand because ‘If we can’t cuddle you’re holding my hand. You’re my boyfriend you have to.’ The room is awkwardly quiet when they come back in, game still going. “Oh my god, you actually stayed what the fuck guys!” Matteo complains. “Yeah obviously, we’re supposed to be having a game night we aren’t gonna put it off just because you can’t keep your hands off each other for a couple hours.” Carlos scoffs as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I fucking hate you guys.” Matteo huffs, pushing David down onto the couch and then flopping directly in his lap.

#this is 1.2k hence the keep reading #i hope you guys like it !!#i like it oops #x nat #hcs #smut #druck smut #davenzi smut

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another-blog-bites-the-dust · 5 years

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Back of the van.

Summary: After a great show you, Roger and Brian head back to the van to have a little fun.

Warnings: Um this is filthy. It's also a bit short so sorry about that. There is a lot going on here. Pretty much porn without plot. Mainly all SMUT! It's got all your favs including a threesome, cum-swapping, spitting, fingering, dirty talk, brief glance at a dom!Roger, double penetration, teasing, eating out and inappropriate usage of a drumstick. Wrap it before you tap it, protect your wang before your bang etc...can someone please give run me a shower with holy water and recite bible verses to me? And please do not read if your under 18!

A/N: No one asked for it but y'all got this filth. Enjoy. 💖(I was going to post this a little later but I couldn't help myself ajajkaklllkj 😂also I couldn't find any steamy threesome Maylor with reader content??? Like I had to fix that to get my fill.)

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"Hi, Rog! Hey Bri!" You smiled and pecked their cheeks "Amazing show as always! Except Tim but you know I think he's shit. He's always bloody moaning about something for god sake! He needs to lighten up!" You rolled your eyes and leaned your back against the bar with your elbows propping you out a little bit.

"We'll pass on your constructive criticism..." Brian chortled before licking his lips, something that didn't go unnoticed by you. "New dress?" He asked, his eyes firmly fixated on your chest, just where the gaping v line stopped. You subtly popped your chest out a little more when you caught him looking.

"Roger's seen it before..." you nonchalantly replied but with the biggest smirk on your face. You knew how much stuff like that riled up Brian.

"Yeah, seen it on your floor," his fingers began to trace up and down the fabric. "Would love to see it there again..." Roger leaned forward and you stopped him before his lips could touch yours.

"You're making him jealous, Rog..." you teased Brian "Look at his little pout!" You pursed your lips and bopped your finger against Brian's nose. "It's okay, Bri...you've seen what's underneath it," you winked and the guitarist bit down on his lip with a knowing grin.

Roger's jaw dropped and he looked between the both of you "That's not fair!" He whined "What have you got on? I want to see it!" He tried to grab you but you hid behind Brian, giggling.

"If you want to see it, you know where to take us..." you looked at Roger with lust blown eyes. He watched you intently as you raked your fingers over Brian's pelvic bone and hips, making the man groan and his head fall back ever so slightly. You pulled Brian to you, his body pressing against yours as you looked at Rog with a sultry gaze. Roger swallowed hard and took your hand and Brian's hand, dragging you out to the van that was in a secluded bit of the car park just incase the night leaded to where he wanted it to go. As soon as the door shut Roger's mouth was on yours and Brian began kiss your neck. You let out a delighted groan and let your hands tangle in Rogers shaggy mop and Brian's curls.

Roger sat up and straddled your thighs, you opened your mouth but he cut you off with a gentle "Shh..." he traced his fingers up your arms "I know where the zip is..." he smirked and looked at Brian who shot him a deadly glare. A faint hiss filled the back of the van when he unzipped the zipper on the side. Roger slowly rolled up the hem of your dress to your stomach. "Well, well...weren't you a lucky boy Brian getting to see...this..." he whispered and Roger traced his fingers over the navy blue lace on your underwear. "They're too pretty to rip off with me teeth...far too nice to tear off with my fingers..."

You whined when his fingers teasingly brushed over your clit. "Brian!" You pointed "Tell Roger not to tease! Not tonight!" You pleaded with puppy dog eyes- the ones you knew he couldn't resist. Brian traced his fingers over your lips and you opened your mouth just enough for them to fall in. You began to gently suck on them.

Brian sighed in pleasure and looked up to Roger "Be nice, Rog. Don't you think she deserves it for looking so good tonight? Remember last week? Y/N was so good to us both."

Roger huffed but felt a smile tug at his lips "Oh alright! I swear you're like putty in her hands, Bri!" Roger leaned forward and kissed you, Brian sat back a little and watched the two of you, casually palming his himself while he watched the two of you make out. It turned him on so much watching your tongues battle against each other and hearing the sweet, slick sounds of your mouths and saliva together. You stopped and glanced to Bri, Roger followed your line of vision, he bit down on his lip when he saw Brian with his eyes shut as he rubbed himself through his jeans, gasping between barely parted lips.

"Lets make him feel good," you purred in Rogers ear and he nodded with a growing grin. "Brian," you hummed and his eyes snapped open, his cheeks flushed feeling a bit like a rabbit caught in headlights when he saw you and Roger staring. "Strip for us."

Brian gulped, he was never really good at that. Out of the three of you he was the shy one.

Roger was the confident and cocky one and you were the wild one- he always felt a little self conscious but that usually disappeared when the two of you were kissing every single inch of him. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Roger chanted and clapped his hands. You joined in too, quickly chanting with him and then yelling in delight when Brian pulled off his top. You saw a burst of confidence in his eyes. Roger slapped on his thighs like a set of drums and you did the same when Brian removed his trousers and boxers.

You both went wild and cheered, Brian was a blushing mess. The pair of you were still fully clothed and looking at him with dark eyes. Brian felt very exposed. "Doesn't he look so handsome, Rog," you said with a grin.

"Mhmm..." Roger rubbed your thighs, still keeping his eyes locked on Brian "So handsome." That gaze sent a shiver down Brian's spine.

"The two of you look like you've been sculpted from marble by gods!" You bit down on your lip and Roger pulled you onto his lap. The two of you still staring at Brian while the drummer soothingly stroked your soaking wet underwear, just adding fuel to Brian's burning fire.

"Do you want to play with him as much as I do?" Roger huskily asked.

"I want to play with him so bad..." you lustfully purred and crawled on all fours over to him "Tease him so bad...did you see what he was doing tonight, Roger?" You asked, hovering over Brian's face, he gulped loudly, watching you take off your dress above him. He knew what he did and he knew there would be consequences. "Practically fucking me with his eyes while his fingers moved faster than the speed of light. You may be a handsome boy," you bent down and licked the length of his neck with the tip of your tongue, a broken whine left his lips. "But you're a bad boy too."

"We should teach him a lesson, Y/N," Brian growled under his breath and let out a sharp sigh. He wasn't looking at the drummer but he could see that cocky smirk plastered on Rogers face. Brian heard him shuffling about, taking off every piece of clothing until he was naked. The back of the small van was dripping with heat and tension. You felt Rogers hands gently pull off your underwear before gripping on to your hips and suddenly sliding himself between your folds with a long groan. Brian cried out when you gripped onto his wrists, he wanted to touch you and Roger desperately.

"Oh god!" You moaned right in Brian's face "He-he's fucking me so good, Bri," you smirked and the guitarist wriggled under your body, he groaned hearing Roger's skin slapping against yours. "He feels absolutely devine!"

"You should feel her Bri, she's so wet- soaking in fact! Dripping out all over my cock...God she was desperate for this all night!" Roger groaned and shut his eyes, his filthy mouth driving himself wild never mind the two of you. "And she is so tight- the best pussy I've ever had."

"You say that all the time!" You managed to say even though your voice felt like it had been placed in a vice it was becoming so tight and strained.

"Cause it's the truth," Brian leaned up and crashed his lips against yours, pleading you to put him out his misery soon by gently biting on your bottom lip and brushing his tongue against it. "Let Roger cum inside you, wanna taste you both when I eat you out." You let out a breathy moan against Brian's face. "Did you hear me, Rog? Cum inside her!"

"You don't have to fucking tell me twice! Fuck!" He groaned and pounded you even harder than before. His fingers sunk deep into your flesh "You feel so good baby, you gonna take all my cum?" He playfully spanked you and both you and Brian both moaned as a response. "Bet you can't wait to feel Brian's tongue on you, it's like a gift from god," he dreaminly sighed.

"Hurry up, Rog!" Brian cried, he didn't know how much longer he could be taunted like this.

"Don't rush me!" He softly snapped, a thin layer of sweat forming just above his brow. "I'm almost there!" He grittily roared as he came, you felt a warmth inside you and all over your inner thighs. Roger drooped himself over your back to catch his breath for a moment before managing to peel himself off of you. As soon as you released Brian's wrists he pounced on you, pulling off your bra and then buried his head between your legs. He didn't want to waste any time, you and Roger torturing him like that had wasted enough of his night.

"Oh my fucking god!" Your back arched feeling Brian sticking his tongue in and out of you like he usually did with his fingers. He was desperately trying to get the mix of your juices and Rogers cum out of you. "Oh SHIT! That's so good Bri, baby." Your fingers found his hair and you raked your nails over his scalp. Brian hummed and your head fell back in pure pleasure feeling the tingiling vibration on your already sensitive bud. Roger, who was still catching his breath and recovering, lay beside you and pressed soft, sweet kisses to your lips.

"How do we taste, Bri?" Roger managed to say, he was still in a post-orgasm haze.

"Mmm so good," he murmured against your slick folds and you moaned again feeling the blissful vibration sensation all though your body. "Absolutely fucking delicious," he did it again and you felt yourself getting more and more sensitive down there.

"Show her how fast your fingers can move, Brian. Fuck her with them like you're playing a guitar." Roger smirked and left a trail of kisses on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and proudly smiling even more when he heard the highest pitched moan leave your mouth when Brian fingered you. "I love your mouth," Roger brushed his fingers over your lips "Can I fuck it while Brian fucks you? Would you like that, baby?" He asked in the sweetest of tones. You moaned and nodded your head frantically. Roger sat up and rubbed little circles over Brian's back. Brian sat up and inhaled a lungful of air, the skin around his face shone in the faint light. "Holy shit," Roger mumbled and swiped a finger over the wet patch around Brian's mouth. He sucked the wet juices off his finger and removed it from his mouth with a pop. "We do taste good." He smugly smirked and you cracked a tired smile.

Brian rolled his eyes with a lopsided grin on his face and Roger gave him a gentle kiss. "Hmm look at Y/N just lying there..." Roger snaked an arm around Brian's waist "We're going to absolutely fucking wreck her."

You swallowed hard and your fists balled the soft blankets that were on the floor of the van. Brian motioned to something and Roger glanced over. A wide, devilish smirk appeared on his face. "I know we said we wouldn't tease you..." Brian began and you wailed with frustrated desperation. "But Roger is so good at banging- drums and us, that is. What do you need to play the drums, Roger?" Brian asked in a playful tone. You didn't like where this was heading. That tone and the looks on their faces were never good for you. You knew how powerful the two of them could be when they teamed up against you.

"Drumsticks, Brian. Drumsticks." Roger emphasised and grabbed one, placing it near your throbbing heat. "You see, it's all about rhythm." He teasingly brushed the stick over your slit and you gasped and tensed, jolting ever so slightly at the wooden object that was alien to your body. "It's knowing when to play the right beat." He rubbed it against you gently and you cried out, your back coming up off the floor completely.

"Just fucking fuck me already for the love of fuck!" You growled snappishly and then yelped when Roger spanked your throbbing pussy with the stick. "Fuck!"

"Then you've got to know when to hit it to make the sweetest sounds," Brian teased and you looked at him almost pleadingly. "Oh come on, Rog. Let's put our sweetheart out of her misery. It's the least she deserves."

Roger smiled and licked your juices off the tip of the drumstick, giving Brian a suggestive look while doing it. The guitarist shyly looked away and then leaned forward to give you a kiss. He peppered a line of sweet kisses down you jaw and neck, softly groaning against your skin when he smelt your sweet perfume mixing with the sweat you had built up. The windows in the van had fogged up as it was so hot inside- as soon as the heat hit against the cool window, it steamed up.

Brian propped himself on his knees and slid himself inside you, his hips quickly buckling, he was just as desperate for a release as you were. "Bri, ohhh God! Baby, please! Make me cum!" You begged "Roger! Where are you?" You reached your hand out and he quickly positioned himself beside you, he wanted to let Brian see all the beautiful expressions your face was making. Plus he knew how much Brian would love watching him fuck your mouth. You hummed feeling his hard length slowly slipping into your mouth and your tongue brushed against the pulsating, protruding vein on his cock.

"Sweet Jesus! You two are so fucking hot!" Brian hissed, feeling the warmth of you surround his throbbing length "I can't wait to fucking cum inside you," he groaned and gently massaged your breast with a hand, the other was holding your thigh "You're both so fucking beautiful, I'm so lucky. FUCK!" He loudly moaned. The van was rocking about which added another element to what was already a wild ride.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," Roger said between gritted teeth, he gripped your hair and pulled your head back a little to make you look at him. "Then you're gonna fucking spit it into Brian's mouth, you hear me?" You hummed and squeezed your eyes shut, a tear slipped from your eye as you gagged a little while Roger became almost animalistic with his thrusts. When Roger dominated you and Brian, he didn't hold back. "And you," he pointed at Brian who opened his eyes just enough to look at the drummer. "You're going to swallow every single fucking drop of her cum and then my cum. Or else I'll be using my drumsticks on the two of you!" You and Brian both let out a breathy moan. "You almost there, angel?" He stroked your cheek and asked in the sweetest tone. His once gritty, dominating voice doing a complete one-eighty on itself in a matter of seconds.

You hummed again before the tight coil that built up in your stomach became so wound up that it broke and you screamed against Rogers cock. Brian moved his mouth to your pussy and lapped up every single drop of your cum- just like Roger asked- before he thrusted himself back inside you and finally came with the loudest of groans. The pair of you set Roger off and ribbons of cum filled your mouth. You licked off what was left on the tip of his cock and Brian opened his mouth, waiting obediently to have that sweet taste of you and Roger combined on his tongue again.

You grabbed hold of his face and Brian grunted feeling the hot, sticky substance mixed with your spit run down his throat. He shut his eyes and then opened them again to press a sloppy peck to your lips. The three of you lay down, you were in the middle and Roger tossed a blanket over all of you. "That was fucking amazing," he sighed out with a smile on his face. The van filled with the sound of you all trying at catch your breaths. "I'm too tried to drive home." He laughed and you and Brian chuckled. All of you had your hands softly and soothingly roaming over one another.

"We can just stay here tonight," Brian said, the tiredness adamant in his voice, his limbs were like jelly so he definitely didn't feel like moving. He was comfortable having you and Roger in his arms.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to their temples. "I don't mind that," you said. "There's no where I'd rather be than with my two boys in the back of the van."

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Part two

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pann--cake · 6 years

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Well Dean and Seth are respectively the captains of their quidditch teams (Ravenclaw Seth, Gryffindor Deano). They have a secret crush for each other but they're constantly bickering about who's the best, so they make a bet: the loser of the next match will endure a penalty game. Dean's team wins so he tells Seth that he has to sneak into his bedroom that night to decide about it (which happens to be some smutty penalty - your pick). But Dean's roommate is Roman, who's a light sleeper... LOLOLOL

@deanandseths THANKS FOR THIS CUTENESS. I cut it because IT GOT TOO LONG OOPS.

Seth was furious. He hated losing, and he hated losing to Ambrose in particular. Now that they were both Quidditch captains in their final year, they had a constant back and forth about who was better. Seth, being a chaser, did everything he possibly could to score past Dean, who was Gryffindor’s keeper. It was a tight game, Seth made sure of that, but if he hadn’t missed that final goal right before Gryffindor’s seeker grabbed the snitch he would have at least been able to stomach it. Dean flew away from the hoops to fly circles around Seth, hooting and hollering a bit too much in Seth’s opinion.

When he finally got to the ground, Seth threw off his blue cape in frustration, doing everything he could to not stomp on it, too. The rest of the Ravenclaws watched him, wide eyed and disappointed in themselves.

“It’s just one loss,” Charlotte pointed out, the only one brave enough to say anything to their seething captain.

“It’s not that,” Seth finally said with a sigh. “You guys played fine. You played great.” He cast his eyes up to where Dean was still flying around gloating, making an L shape with his fingers on his forehead. “I just may have…made a bet with Dean. And I lost, so now I have to–”

“Be my slave!” Dean crowed, touching down right in front of Seth. “Starting tonight! See you at midnight, sharp.”

“That’s past curfew,” Seth complained, but Dean just shrugged.

He patted Seth’s shoulder with his gloved hand. “You’re the smartypants, you’ll figure it out.” Then he winked at Seth and left with his celebrating team. Seth just sighed and looked down at his feet, waiting for his team to trudge ahead without him.

It took some serious lurking, but Seth managed to overhear the password to the Gryffindor common room after dinner. That was the easy part. Killing time for the rest of the day, when he was worried about what the hell Dean was going to make him do, it was driving him crazy. It didn’t help that every time Dean saw him he winked or smirked at him, letting him know that he wasn’t letting Seth off the hook so easy.

Why he even agreed to the bet was beyond him at this point, but Seth didn’t always think clearly when Dean was involved. Something about the Gryffindor’s scruffy hair and crooked smile and casual charm put Seth off his game. He’d worked his nerves into a knot in his stomach by the time midnight rolled around. He was dressed in normal clothes, knowing the Ravenclaw tie would be a dead giveaway. He sidled up to the Fat Lady’s portrait like he’d done it before, grinning at her and saying the password with ease.

“Are you sure you belong here?” she said, staring at him accusingly. When Seth just nodded fervently, she sighed. “Kids these days. Well, enjoy your date, hon.”

“Oh, it’s, it’s not–” he stammered, and she just laughed and swung open to reveal the opening.

Thankfully, the common room was empty. Seth looked down at his palm, where he’d scribbled Dean’s directions for getting to his dorm. He had to go up a few flights of the winding tower staircase, but then he found it, next to the statue of a fat guy that looked like a frog, just as Dean had described.

He didn’t knock, he just crept in. Everyone seemed to be asleep, so when a hand clasped over his shoulder behind him it startled Seth and he turned around with a gasp. Dean’s hand came up to cover his mouth, and he was grinning. Seth’s heart was pounding.

“Shh. Roman’s a light sleeper,” Dean whispered, cocking his head to the side to where Roman was lightly snoring, and removing his hand from Seth’s mouth.

Seth swallowed and just nodded, wondering why Dean asked him over so late if his roommate might wake up. He followed Dean over to the empty bed. Dean flopped down on it and Seth just perched awkwardly on the edge and looked over at him.

“So…what do you want me to do?” he whispered, looking over at Dean.

“I can think of a few things that might shut you up,” Dean replied with a smirk, and Seth’s face went red. Even in the dim light coming from the lamp next to Dean’s bed, Seth knew his blush was still obvious. And he was mortified.

“Come here,” Dean went on, grabbing Seth’s wrist and pulling him up onto the bed with him. Seth didn’t argue, he just went, his heart pounding, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. When they’d made the bet, Seth assumed they were talking about the loser doing the winner’s homework and cleaning up and carrying their books around. Not…whatever Dean was getting at here.

Dean was on his back, propped up on his elbows as Seth crawled up to him. “You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Dean murmured, pulling him closer, and Seth’s throat went dry. Then Dean closed the space between them and tipped Seth’s chin with his finger and thumb, and pressed their lips together.

Seth saw it coming, but he was still stunned when it happened. He was still for a long moment before he leaned against him, pressing back and moving a hand into Dean’s hair. Dean hummed against his mouth, then snaked an arm around Seth’s waist and pulled him on top of him, one hand bracketing his hip and the other toying with Seth’s long hair. It stole Seth’s breath, and soon he had to pull back, panting, lips kiss swollen as he looked down at Dean.

“If you wanted to get me into bed, you could’ve just said something,” Seth teased, trailing a finger down the light scruff on Dean’s cheek.

“What, you think the last few months of winding you up have been for my health?” Dean grinned, Seth chuckled a little, and then Dean’s arms were around his neck and he was pulling him in for another kiss.

“And you lost,” Dean murmured, kissing his way down Seth’s neck. “You gotta do what I say now.”

Seth’s breath hitched when Dean’s mouth latched on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. “And…what do you want?”

Before Dean could reply, a pillow was thrown quite hard from the bed across the room. “To go the fuck to sleep, damn it!” Roman yelled, following it up by chucking yet another pillow at them.

“I got your pillows now, Reigns!” Dean called. “What’cha gonna do?”

“Where are my shoes…?”

Hearing Roman rustling around on the floor in the dark, Seth and Dean darted off the bed and ducked in time to dodge the first shoe. Seth’s face was burning as Dean pushed him towards the door and away from the flying objects.

“We should probably uh, pick this up some other time, huh?” Dean said, actually looking a little sheepish.

Behind him, Roman was grumbling and retrieving his pillows from Dean’s bed. “Fuckin’ Seth Rollins right in my fuckin’ room…”

Seth wanted to point out that they weren’t, in fact, fucking, but he decided not to try his luck against Roman right at that moment.

“I’ll uh, see you tomorrow then,” Dean stammered, turning to go back to bed, and Seth found the sight of him being nervous and embarrassed more than a little endearing.

Seth grabbed his arm and turned him back around and kissed him again, hard. “Yeah,” he murmured, watching the stars light up in Dean’s eyes. “Come up with something for me to do.”

Dean grinned, and it was pure evil. “Oh, I will, I will.”

From across the room, Roman groaned loudly in frustration. “You guys are disgusting.”

Seth just bit back a laugh, Dean winked at him, and he retreated back to his own dorm. When he laid his head down on his own pillow, finally, he couldn’t wipe the dopey smile off his face. Maybe losing wasn’t so bad after all.

#pan's fic #hogwarts au #ambrollins #wwe fanfic #fic prompts

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