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atyourmerci · 8 days

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I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

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anadiasmount · 5 months

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christmas morning with you - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: the anticipated time of year arrives. after sharing a night full of laughters, joy and some nerves, dad! jude surprises his babies as santa on christmas morning. insta au at the end! 🤍🎄

wc: 2.6k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa🗣️: i refuse to believe christmas is legit two days away cause what? but dad! jude once again for us girlies! hope you enjoy 🤍🎄

“i look hideous!” jude yelled, trying to fix the super loose santa costume on him. you cried your eyes out laughing, having to sit on the bed and cross your legs or you would pee from laughter. “no please i’m sorry, i’m sorry, not really but i’ll say it so you won't change,” you wiped your eyes and stood up, walking over to jude who was ready to get out of the costume.

“it’s supposed to be funny and cheery baby, you said you wanted to do this? surprise zion and esmeralda?” you reminded him, tiptoeing up to fix the santa hat that clearly was to small for his head. “yes but now instead of them being happy they’ll cry, and i don't like to see my babies crying,” jude sighed.

ever since you had your two little ones, jude was an emotional mess. he would cry just by listening to their small pleads and sniffles to stay when he had away games or international break. jude would tear up at the smallest things zion would do. when he first kicked a small football, to saying his name, even when he spent relentless nights in jude’s arms. looking at zion right now, he looked like baby jude. jude spent so much time that he eventually recognized his small footsteps anywhere around the house.

esmeralda? she was the spitting image of you but had her daddy's eyes that anyone could say the same. she was almost a year old, and jude would often tear up at the fact she's all grown. he brushed the smallest coils and curls back into pigtails, dressed her into baby pink onesies, and held her in his arms when she slept. esmeralda was a chunky toothy baby, who was a daddy’s girl over anything.

“they won't cry trust me. they can recognize you from a mile away. plus i think the illusion they have of santa has been pretty positive after they took pictures with him and didn’t cry,” you reassured him, your thumb stroking his cheek watching him smile and relax into your palm.

“but that’s because they saw the other kids happy, this time santa is in their home,” jude nervously stressed. jude went to sit on the corner of the bed clearly upset now of the idea of surprising the kids. “baby, you're stressing for no reason,” you sat on his lap, a hand resting on one of his shoulders and the other over his chest, “everything will go to plan, they said bye to the elf, and they left cookies and milk. if anything i think this would be the light of their year.”

the elf on the shelf was a new tradition introduced this year. and zion loved it more than anything, the first to wake up to see where it had moved or had done. but it cost small disagreements about where it would go or what it would do between you and jude. while you wanted a sweet and mannered elf, jude wanted to make it seem it was naughty and mischievous.

after spending an hour tonight to find a place in the house, the two of you settled with the elf placed on top of the fireplace with a bitten cookie. the cookies the four of you made together after coming home from christmas eve dinner, jude holding baby esmeralda as he decorated the cookie, zion eating the frosting instead of using it, esme watching her daddy's every move, while you kept perfecting every cookie and poured milk into a glass.

“the last thing i want is them a crying mess and forever being traumatized by christmas,” jude recalled leaning up to kiss you. “stop you’re distracting me,” you push back after getting lost into it. “i’m trying to ease your nerves but you have different ideas,” you state. “if you say everything will be fine and no crying babies, than i trust my love, ok?” he smiled wide and then smirked.

you rolled your eyes at his smirk, and his flimsy hands that made their way up to push the straps of your top down. “so you’ll wear the costume?” you asked in a low voice, he hummed his thumbs drawing small circles on your skin. “good, now change out of it for tomorrow morning,” you smirked and then got up.

“worst comes to worst, they cry and that’s it, but you're their favorite person so they quickly get over it,” you say fixing the straps that felt loose. “you make it sounds like they prefer me over you,” jude replied after taking the santa costume off, putting a loose white tee over his black boxers.

“because they do baby,” you stifled a laugh sounding a bit unsure, getting under the covers and checking the baby camera to make sure the babies were okay. “that’s not true y/n. you spend almost all the time with them, even when you work. they love you and me equally,” jude frowned, sitting on your side of the bed where you lay, jude tucking your hair behind your ear.

“not only are you an amazing mommy to them, but the most wonderful fiance to me. you care for us during the good and bad, not once losing your cool even when you feel like that. they don't have favorites. don't doubt their love because they smile the biggest when you walk into the room. i love you, my sweet girl,” jude rambled, his eyes never leaving yours even when his hand interlocked with yours kissing over your ring finger.

“i didn't want to cry, jude, but oh my gosh you make that hard with this,” you got up and hugged him, kissing over the small scar on his collarbone, “i love you so much. you’re the greatest gift in my life along with our babies zion and esmy. being able to spend christmas with you after is truly the most thing i’m thankful for, because i wouldn't ask anything more in the world for our family to be together,” you sniffled, hearing jude chuckle and kiss your head.

“cmon. i know you're tired after moving up and down all day to make christmas eve perfect. which i kept forgetting to thank you by the way,” jude rubbed your back before going over to the other side and laid next to you, bringing you into his chest. “stop making it seem like it did all the work. i wouldn't have done it without your help jude. listening to my idea or making comments where stuff should go, that’s why i got you a gift,” you giggled at when he let out a small gasp in shock.

“we agreed on no gifts!”

“i know, i know! but i had to, i promise you will love it, and it’s something that will be a reminder everyday,” you had to force yourself to shut up, knowing you were the type to tell someone about their gifts before the day could come. jude hummed in a “we will see” manner, kissing you a last time before going to sleep. “goodnight santa,” you whispered hearing him laugh.

“quit it!”

during the night, the babies joined you in the bed. esmeralda due to being hungry and wanting to be fed, and zion because of a small nightmare he claimed to have. jude was up before any of you, placing a kiss on the babies cheeks and on your forehead. the three of you were heavy sleepers, jude was not, waking up at any small movements or noise.

jude whispered quietly to wake you up, not waiting any longer to surprise his babies and watch them open their gifts. “y/n? wake up its almost 9am, im gonna go change and wait downstairs okay?” you squinted your eyes and nodded, looking at zion and esmeralda sound asleep, small snores leaving their mouths. “i’m gonna change her diaper and we will be down okay? Make coffee please,” you pleaded with your eyes and pout.

“okay hurry please!” jude said with anticipation, quickly grabbing the red santa costume and hat. jude waited by the tree, holding two gifts that belonged to the kids, his white beard helping not give his appearance away. jude heard the small scream zion let out saying it was christmas, and his whines to make you hurry up so they could open gifts.

“zion please be careful! don't run down the stairs or you could get hurt baby,” you scolded but laughed at his cheery mood. esme kicked in your hold, her messy curls everywhere as her face was still slightly puffy after she woke up. zion gasped, and slowly walked forward, “is that santa, mommy?” he asked you with a quiet voice, feeling his small hand hold yours.

zion came to stand behind your leg slightly timid or scared, as esmeralda gave you curious eyes. jude for a second thought this would take a turn and go the opposite way. zion was like this, if he didnt recognize anyone at first he got shy, but jude knew he was quick to happy and cheery. you seemed to have your way as all of the sudden zion peeked his head and then walked to stand back into his original spot.

jude held back a laugh, and walked close to where the three of you were. “it is zion, and look he has your presents! go say hi baby, don't be scared,” zion ran over to jude who slightly stumbled back at the sudden push from the smaller three-year-old as he hugged his leg. “i can’t believe you’re here!” zion laughed and jumped up and down excitedly.

“mommy don't be rude come here and say hi,” the small toddler urged giving you an attempted look of being grumpy. “hi santa,” you said with a laugh sitting on the couch as esmeralda crawled to her brother. “look esmy, that santa! and he's here with our presents,” zion crouched down to say to her. she sat on the floor and pointed at jude with her chubby finger, “dada?, but her brother laughed in denial.

“no esmy, that santa not dada!” the toddler replied. jude’s heart warmed when he heard his babygirl call for him, but he didn't want to spoil anything, it was going to plan and he wanted it to remain that way. The fear and anxiety leaving his body, being afraid they would cry and get scared. he knew it wasn't the case when zion hugged him again, and couldn't stop smiling.

after zion and esmeralda opened the gifts jude had in his hand, zion kept asking question as to why he was here, how many kids he had visited, if he liked the cookies you guys had, if he the eld you guys had, needed to go back or stay. esmeralda knew it was her daddy, as she immediately crawled into his lap and began to tug on his white beard. jude took the whole santa act seriously, changing his voice to go deeper and instead of laughing he did the infamous “ ho ho ho”.

zion believed every single second of it, not even noticing it was jude underneath. jude or well santa had to go back, zion pleaded for him not to go, but jude explained he needed to feed the reindeer, and give him them carrots. that the north pole needed santa claus back or the workshop would fail and there would be no christmas. zion hugged santa tight as possible making him promise to come next year.

jude passed esme to you, giving you a wink before he left through the front door, zion screamed out that he couldnt believe it, that santa was here. he even walked over to the elf and thanked him for making this happen as apparently, it was one of his christmas wishes for santa to visit.

“daddy! daddy! oh my god, santa was here you missed it!” zion yapped, explaining to jude who had the biggest smile on his face as he heard his little toddler ramble and stutter. esmeralda went back to her daddy as you grabbed you and jude a fresh brew of coffee in the christmas-themed mugs, kissing his lips and greeting him a good morning.

the next hour was spent watching your babies laugh and thank you repeatedly at their gifts, zion continuing to talk about santa being here. you took small pictures and videos to look back at the memory, jude kissing your shoulder from time to time, his brown eyes staring into yours.

when you saw the time was right, zion and esme playing with his new toys, you walked over to grab both gifts. the presents neatly wrapped in the red wrapping snowman-themed paper with a small card dedicated to jude. when you sat down, jude did the same, bringing your gifts over to you, where you shook your head in disbelief. “i know we said no gifts but i couldn't help myself. i love to spoil you,” he said.

after you and jude opened every gift, you gave him the final one. jude furrowed his brows, gently unwrapping the gift paper, continuing to eye you. you watched as he opened the red velvet box, and inside was a gold neck with three charms. your baby's heartbeats from your early pregnancy days, and an engraved hearth charm where it was custom themed, your hand writing spelling out ‘jude + y/n’ and your anniversary date where he asked you to be his gf.

jude inspected every piece, his eyes welling up with tears feeling overjoyed with emotion. “there’s one more,” you reached behind you and grabbed the album of photos, jude letting out a nervous laugh as he began to look and reminisce you early relationship days, finding out you were pregnant, the trip to bahamas, zion and esmy when thet were tiny, and your proposal. jude brought you to his lap, where he wiped the tears away and snuck his head into the crook of youe neck.

“i can’t thank you enough for this y/n. for this,” he gestured to the necklace and charms, “this” then the album still in his hand, “and for our little family,” jude felt over the moon. feeling speechless after the christmas morning went better than he imagined. He pulled you in closer, feeling more in love by you, a piece of him being complete after the gift you gave him.

“you’ve made this christmas and year so memorable, and im so lucky to have you jude. it’s the least i could do after everything you've done for me and our kiddos. i’m thankful to have met you, and to have person look after us 24/7. i love you so so so much,” you persisted, wiping the tears still present onto his cheeks.

“i love you more than life itself,” he kissed you, holding your chin as your kiss felt like heaven. your lips made for him to taste and relish, molding perfectly with his. his hand tugged on you hair, not wanting to let go and keep you like this forever. jude had to resist and pulled back feeling breathless, you the same.

hours later, jude was wearing the gold chain necklace, he had fallen asleep on the couch, baby esmeralda on his chest, while zion slept safe and sound, his head leaning onto his shoulder. he spent hours playing with them, the whole morning filled with laughs and screams from them. Jude had woken up, and went to place each baby in their rooms.

he looked around for you, and called out for you and stumbled back in pure shock. you leaned on the door frame wearing nothing but a red lingerie set. a lace bra and thong, and thigh garters that were clipped onto the top waistband. he approached you, getting hard immediately, enamored with your body. he wasn't expecting this, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain as you stood there with innocent eyes and a smirk on your face.

“you could count this as your last present.”

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 10 months

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I'll Get the Coffee

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language

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Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

Author's Note: Should I be writing something else or working on my classroom prep? Sure. But my soul needed this so here we are!

You were a bit disappointed to not have morning duty; no “morning” from Roy Kent, not today. Maybe you could find an excuse to sneak out to your car during pickup that afternoon, bump into him if he was collecting Phoebe after school.

No, you told yourself as you double checked that you had your copies for that morning’s lesson. Stop it.

A stupid crush. A silly little attraction, that’s all this was. So, you were a little bit starstruck by the handsome ex-footballer who smiled at you. Very normal. Only a smidge embarrassing. Nothing you needed to dwell on. And definitely not something you needed to make worse by imagining little scenarios where he stopped for a third day in a row to talk to you.

You managed to feel more yourself and less like an infatuated teenager by the time you went outside to collect your class. Smiles, high-fives, hugs, and good mornings were exchanged as students filed in, backpacks on their shoulders. Phoebe had a particularly proud grin as she held out a takeaway coffee cup.

“This is for you!” she chirped, pigtails bouncing.

Eyebrows raised in surprise, you took the coffee, recognizing the logo of the coffee shop around the corner where you often stopped before school, the one where the girl behind the counter greeted you by getting your order started before you could even say hello. “Thank you, Phoebe. That’s so kind of you, sweetheart.”

The little girl shrugged as she brushed past, not at all concerned with your wonder at this little gift. “Uncle Roy said you like coffee so we stopped to get you some. He wasn’t sure how you liked it, but the barista remembered your order when he mentioned it was for you.” Her tone was so calm, as if she hadn’t dropped an absolute bomb on you.

As students hung up their backpacks and pulled out their journals to begin their morning writing, you took a tentative sip of the coffee. Sure enough, it was made exactly the way you liked it, right down to the dash of cinnamon. As the warm liquid slithered down your throat, you caught a glimpse of the name scrawled on the side in the barista’s familiar loopy writing: Roy.

During lunch, Mrs. Selig inquired if you could switch afternoon duty with her since she had a doctor’s appointment right after school. Your affirmative answer was probably a fraction of a second quicker than it should have been, but you and your stupid infatuation didn’t care.

At three, there you were by the curb, hand clutching your little plastic whistle, trying to make yourself focus on the scurrying children and their clearly rushing parents. Make sure no kids get run over, you scolded yourself. Stop thinking about-

“You enjoy your coffee?”

Damn it. There was that smirk. The leather jacket was gone, replaced by a too perfectly fitted track jacket with a little A.F.C. Richmond logo on the breast. With Phoebe’s pink backpack slung over his shoulder and his eyes squinting slightly in the afternoon sun, Roy Kent was even yummier than the coffee he’d bought for you.

Doing your best to look like the poised professional you were supposed to be, you nodded. “Thank you, Coach. That was very kind of you guys.”

His eyes roamed your face for a moment; you wondered what he was looking for. “Figured you needed it. Pheebs got into some candy before I picked her up, so I knew she’d be an extra headache.” Ah. That explained why Phoebe was so fidgety during morning routine, and why she complained of a tummy ache before recess, which seemed to feel better after she put her head down for a bit and drank some water. “Sorry if she was a fucking menace.”

“That’s a pound, Uncle Roy,” Phoebe sighed, raising her eyebrows at her uncle.

Roy stared at his niece for a moment before turning back to you. “Shit. Sorry ’bout that,” he mumbled.

You wrinkled your nose. “I think you owe her another pound.”

There was that damn laugh again. “I think you’re right.” He looked down at Phoebe. “If I take you for an ice cream, can we call it even?” After her little nod confirmed the compromise, he turned back to you. “Guess we’re off then.” But, despite, Pheobe’s tugging, Roy stayed still for a moment, just looking at you. “Hope there was enough cinnamon in your coffee.”

It was one thing to bring you coffee. It was something else to put in the effort to ask the barista to make your usual order. It was a complete and totally different thing to remember what that order was.

The words stuck in your suddenly dry throat before you managed to choke out, “There was. Thanks.”

“Hmmph.” Roy offered one last little nod, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards, before letting Phoebe successfully drag him away as she called a cheerful goodbye over her shoulder.

With his back to you, you were free to watch Roy Kent cross the parking lot and load Phoebe into a giant black car, a ridiculous monster of a thing that you’d probably roll your eyes at if any other man was driving it. Instead, there was something stupidly attractive about the hulking vehicle. And yes, you knew that something was its owner, who definitely caught you staring as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

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letsgetrowdy43 · 9 months

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A walk down memory lane—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get Jack having to witness the love of his life getting engaged

He can remember their first kiss, summer of sixth grade, the fourth of July to be precise. Jack was pretty sure he was in love with her, the doe eyes she had sent his way as her mom fixed the bows around her pigtails had his brain foggy as he waited for her to join him.

He was a goner when she extended her hand out to his, the wind knocked right out of his lungs as he caught sight of the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. She led him right to the tree swing that her parents had hung up that summer, on the branch of their favourite tree, "the best one for climbing" as Quinn would say. Her lips quirked into a smile as her hand squeezed his, yelping at the sound of the fireworks going off, his gaze switching between her and the bright lights erupting in the sky.

And with that when she kissed him, a very short, awkward peck followed by a 'sorry' and the girl running to their families who sat on the dock watching the show.

That was just the first of many moments that verified she was it for him.

He remembers the tears she had shed after being stood up for Junior high formal, her pastel yellow dress and chunky Doc Martins made his heartstrings pull as he called his original date saying that he had a 'family emergency' of some sort to take care of. A sad smile on his lips as he snuck into her room, sitting down next to her as she cried into his shoulder.

"I don't get it," she mumbled. "You are too good for him anyways, too good for anyone really," and he meant it, every word of it as he dried her tears and placed a kiss on her cheek.

The image of her smile burned into the back of his brain as he twirled her around, promising to show her off the entire night cause that's what she needed, to feel like the angel she was. Her rhythmic laughter filled his ears as he offered out his hands for the slow dance, a shy smile on her face as he placed his hands on her hips, "You look really pretty," he said, trying his hardest not to stutter as she watched him with adoring eyes. "Thank you J, for all of tonight really," she stood on her tip-toes to place a lipgloss-covered kiss on his cheek, "my prince charming."

That's how his life worked, there was hockey, and then there was her, and she somehow always came first in his mind. Until she was ripped right out of his grasp when the Hughes family made their move to Michigan so he could join the UNSTDP alongside his brother.

He held back tears as she helped pack up his room, laughing through her cries as they packed up all of his room, including the photos of the two of them that adorned his walls. "Don't miss me too much, and especially don't replace me when you go back to school," she cried as she folded up his last sweater. His gaze moved from the box in front of him to look at her, brows pulled together as he reached forward and pulled her into his hold, "No one will ever amount to you."

He cried as she squeezed him, "I'm so proud of you J," she whispered as her face buried deeper into his neck. "I love you Y/N," he said it, almost like a promise, rolling off of his tongue as his cheek pressed against the crown of her head. "Love you too J, my best friend, always"

He didn't see her again until the summer going into their senior year, her parent's work had held them back from the annual Hughes' Michigan trip for the past two years, but this one, this was the summer they were going reunite. She pulled into the driveway, hair a bit shorter, her figure a bit fuller from maturing, and she was so ready to see not only her best friends but the boys she called her brothers.

"Quinn!" she squealed as the older boy turned around with a grin, pulling her into a hug as he smiled at her parents, "you're a canuck! I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as she pulled away to see the other Hughes brothers staring at her.

Jack's face was a bright shade of red as Luke ran over next to say his hello's, the middle child was last to get one of her infamous hugs. "I missed you," he said as she squeezed him tighter. "Me too," she pulled away to get a good look at him, the summer was such a good look on him, admiring how his hair had grown out a little, "It's not the same without you," she pouted and pulled him in again.

Jack could swear just the look of her had him in a puddle on the driveway, innocently staring up at him as she laughed along with his brothers. Her lips pulled into a smile as she looked up at her best friend, Jack's arm wrapped around her shoulder's to pull her into his side, contently leaning against him as Luke continued his rambles.

"You haven't met Jack's teammates yet, you're gonna love them, and probably hate Trevor," Quinn mused as she followed him into the backyard where the Hughes were hosting a barbeque.

She locked eyes with him, the boy who was sat next to the Trevor that Quinn had grumbled about. "You must be Y/n," he said as she sat on the patio furniture right next to him, "Jack talks about you a lot, he forgot to mention how pretty you are," he smooth talked making her cheeks ablaze. "You disgust me, she's like a sister," Quinn gagged as he smacked the guy in the back of the head, "If he or any of the others are being gross come and get me or Brady," Quinn ruffled her hair as he went to find his own friends.

Jack's smile wiped as he looked across the lawn, the girl he'd been dreaming about laughed along with his friend, her face blushing as his teammate leaned in to whisper in her ear, a smile dancing on her lips as she got lost in their own little world.

The boy now kneeled on one knee, the sunset in the background, an array of tulips in the field behind them, and a velvet ring box in his hand as he presented her with the most perfect engagement ring, tears in her eyes as she nodded a silent yes. He got up off of his knee and pulled her in for a slow and emotional kiss as all of their friends and family cheered and appeared out from where they were hiding.

She cried as her mom and Ellen pulled her in for hugs, tears in their eyes as they ogled the ring on her finger. "He picked the most perfect ring," Ellen gushed, "like it was made for your hand,"

Y/n and her now fiancé made their way around the crowd hugging all of their friends and family as others passed out champagne.

"Congrats Mrs. Turcotte," Trevor announced as he pulled her into his conversation with Cole and Jack, "have fun with him." she laughed as Trev hugged her tightly, "I will, can't wait to be his wife," she grinned and looked at Jack who smiled softly at her.

A pang ran through his chest as his heart ached at the irony of it all, Jack Hughes, the pretty boy who has it all, has pretty much everything but the person he wants the most. But he learned to live with it, quietly, and from afar. Just sad smiles and looks of happiness on his face as he watched their relationship flourish.

Alex and the girl were like some sort of a match made in heaven, like Cupid's wet dream, chasing after one another in life until they eventually found each other for good. After her acceptance into CalTech and his one year at UW, they started seeing each other, he moved into an apartment only a few blocks away from her to start his transition into the NHL and the AHL. It seemed that wherever they were in the world the other would show up, proving just how perfect their love for one another was.

It pained Jack, to see her fall so hard and so fast for someone who was like a brother to him. His heart broke when Alex called him with the news of his plans for their engagement. She was once his Y/N, the one who kissed him under their favourite tree and danced with him even when the world seemed against her, and then he realized she was never really his, she would always be someone else’s. From now and forever she was Alex's, Jack would always be in the background, being the best friend.

"Congrats angel," she smiled at the use of an old nickname, her arms lopping around him for a hug, "I hope he's everything and more, cause you don't deserve any less," he mumbled, tears in his eyes as she pulled away to let out a cry. "Thank you, Jack," she smiled, "thank you for always being my best friend." He smiled and nodded, hands squeezing her hand as she took his hand into hers, "of course."

She smiled softly as he pulled her in again, "I'm gonna need a Man of honour, think you could handle the challenge?" "You're not gonna ask your sister?" she shook her head. "Wouldn't be right if I didn't have my best friend up there, right beside me," she cried as he nodded and squished his cheek against the crown of her head. "I'll always be there," he looked over at Alex who watched their interaction, a smile on his face as Jack sent him an approving face.

If Jack couldn't love her the way he wanted, he would suck it up and be the greatest best friend to walk the earth. Cause that's what she deserved. He wouldn't be caught dead loving her any less than she would allow him, because she was his everything, his best friend, and if all she needed was someone to be by her side then he would be there every step of the way.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #nj devils

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rainylana · 2 years

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“You have no idea what that night did to me.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: eddie disappears for a while, and when he gets back, you loose your shit.

warnings: language, mentions of ptsd and trauma, anxiety, crying, panic attack, eddie being dumb af. angsty as hell but fluffy too lmao.

a/n: this is a part 2 of “Why the hell would you say something like that,” since you guys loved the last one so much, i wanted to give you all something else so you could satisfy and cope with the ending! thank you for the kind support:)

It took everyone a long time to put themselves back together, to get through the nightmares. They jumped at loud noises, had anxiety and panic attacks. But over time, things got better for everyone. Even you, in one way or another. Eddie knew how hard it was for you to work through everything, so he always tried to be cheery and lighthearted with you, which wasn’t hard. That was just him.

You’d wake up screaming from a nightmare, crying his name as he held you tightly, assuring you he was okay. At first, it really scared him, because he thought you’d never get over it. But like everyone else, it distilled slowly over time. There were some days where you just wanted to stay in and lay in bed with him, you even called off work sometimes. There were days where days where you felt nothing but dread and sorrow. You hid these things fairly well, but Eddie caught on pretty quick.

He couldn’t blame you, though, because he’d be the same way if it had been you. You didn’t want to be a clingy girlfriend, needy. You never really had been. But sometimes, you couldn’t help but follow him around, or wake up to check on his breathing. You were no better than a parent with a new born.

Eddie noticed how you had picked up some new anxiety traits. Biting your nails to the edge of your skin. He could even hear you in the middle of the night sometimes. You always splashed your face with cold water, sometimes at the most random at times. He was concerned, but again, things were getting better.

“So, what time do you think you’ll be home?” You asked over your shoulder, standing in front of a mirror as you braided your hair in pigtails.

“Uh- not really sure. Ten, Eleven, maybe. You know how those kiddo’s are. They love me!” Eddie said with a smirk, throwing on his jean jacket.

“And you? What do you have planned today?”

You licked your lips, glancing at his reflection as he hopped to sit on the counter. “Oh, I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I may just stay home.”

“What? No, babe, you should do something. It’s nice out!” He encouraged, flinging about his ringed hands. “Maybe go shopping with Robin?”

“Robin hates shopping, Ed’s.”

“Well, then, Nancy Drew.”

You chuckled as you tied off the braid, turning around with a smirk. “I suppose some new shoes would do you some good.” You looked down to his feet, cringing at the worn souls of his sneakers.

“Oh, jesus,” He rolled his eyes, hopping down. “I meant shopping for you, dufus. I don’t need new shoes, anyways. Just- go do something, okay? Don’t stay in cooped up all day.” He worried about you doing that, because he knew you tended to get worked up by yourself. Some days after work, he’d come home and instantly be able to tell how your day was. “Please?” He pouted just lip, lifting up your chin.

You smirked, curling your hand around his waist. “Fine.”

“Pretty please.”

“I said fine, Eddie.”

“Pretty, pretty please?”

You snorted into laughter, shoving his shoulder as he giggled playfully. “Shut up and get outta here, Munson. Dustin’s waiting.”

“Yeah, well, Dustin doesn’t have a hot girlfriend.” He snatched his keys off the dresser, sending you a wink. “Oh, and by the way, I love when you have your hair like that.”

You blushed as he wiggled his eyebrows seductively, and you made your way toward him. “Please, be careful tonight.” You wrapped your arms around him. “You said around eleven, right?”

“Around that time, yeah.” He hugged you back, his hands holding you against your shoulder blades. “I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me.”

That was impossible, and he knew it.

•

“I mean, it’s not like I can do anything, now. Jonathon’s back in town. Nancy she- I don’t know, do you think she still loves him?” Steve rambled on, mouth full of corn dog as his elbows rested on the picnic table.

“Have you asked her?” You sipped on your drink. You knew the answer was no. “You should, Steve. Just be honest with her.”

“I’m just-”

“Scared?” You finished for him. “I’m sure she is too, but I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She had feelings there.”

It was getting more and more potent within the friend group that Steve had developed feelings for Nancy again. It was pretty much all he talked about.

“You think so?” He wiped his mouth, his eyes full of that hopeful gleam.

You nodded. “I do. She gives you that same look Eddie gives me.” You said softly, smiling to yourself.

He smirked at you. You were both whipped. “Where is the dungeon master tonight?”

“With Dustin,” You sighed, glancing at the clock tower. “I think they were going to see a movie, I’m not sure.”

You were nervous at the fact you didn’t know for sure where he would be, that way, in case something happened, you’d know where he was. Still, you weren’t going to make him decide what he was doing just for the sake of your sanity. It was close to seven thirty, and your eyes glued on the town clock.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to hang out with the girls.” He crumbled up his trash. “They were going to the pool. You like swimming, don’t you?”

“Not really.” You shrugged your shoulders, nibbling on a fry. “Feels like one big toilet bowl to me.”

You loved Robin and Nancy, but they were always looking for another mystery to solve. Hawkins was healed, believe it or not, but they were always on the move. They made a good team. But they made it difficult for you to move on from everything, and once after hanging out with them, you had a complete meltdown on the shower floor. Eddie kept asking if you were okay, due to your red eyes, but you said everything was fine. You felt like a big baby, a lot of the time.

And Steve knew why you usually chose him rather than the girls, but he never confronted you about it. It didn’t take a genius to guess. He smiled, standing up. “Well, I’m bored, so let’s go crash a wedding or something.”

You looked at the clock again, sighing as you stood.

•

You tried to focus on the tv in front of you, holding the glass of water in your hand as tightly as you could without breaking it. Your knee bounced anxiously, and your heart was beating steadily. It was fifteen passed eleven, and you sat in you and Eddie’s trailers, trying your hardest to not go insane.

Breathe, you told yourself. Just breath. You felt your stomach sink into that ball of stress you had grown familiar with, your eyes going back and forth between the clock.

But, Eddie hadn’t come home yet, and another hour had passed, bringing almost to twelve thirty. Your reassurance to yourself had done no good, because you were having a full blown panic attack. You paced back and forth, hand on your chest as you hyperventilated.

And you couldn’t stay there, so you flew down the highway in your busted up truck, headlights on bright as you searched for him. You had given Nancy and Robin a ring, and no word. You tried radioing Dustin, but all you got was static.

You even checked the theater parking lot for his vehicle, you even checked the bike racks for Dustin’s, but nothing. And then, by two thirty, you decided to go back to the trailer to check. You’d never been so happy to see his junky old truck, and you slammed on your brakes, putting it in park.

You slammed the truck door shut, running up the steps and opening the door. “Eddie?” You screamed. “Eddie, where- Eddie?”

You nearly fainted when he came running out of your bedroom, eyes widening when he saw you. “Y/n? Hey, what? What happened?”

You didn’t pay attention to the mirror, so you didn’t realize how terrible you looked. Your braids were frazzled, loose hair frizzy and curling around your face. Tears and mascara marked your face, eyes swollen and red, and you sniffled repeatedly to keep the mucus from running down your nostrils. “Are you okay?” You sobbed, running to him. You grabbed at his shoulders, his face. “God, Eddie- are you alright? Where have you been I’ve-”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He rushed, your appearance scaring him. He grabbed at your biceps, looking over you. “Baby are you- are you hurt? What’s going on?”

“You,” You cried, whimpering as you wrapped your arms around him. His grip on you was deadly. “You said you were coming b-back earlier! What happened? Did something-”

“Sweetheart, I was with the guys,” He interrupted you, holding your shaking body. His anxiety was even spiking at your panic attack, because you were an absolute wreck. “We were at the school, just playing dnd, okay? Nothing happened, baby, I’m fine.” His goal with telling you this was to assure you everything was okay, that nothing bad happened, but it did not. Your cries stopped, and you opened your eyes as they narrowed.

You pulled away slightly, seeing his puppy dog eyes fill with love. “What?” You questioned, a tone of confusion in your voice.

“Yeah,” he nodded, cupping your cheek. “I was just playing dnd with the boys.”

Yeah, that’s what you thought he’d said. You pulled away immediately, your face dropping as your heart rate slowed. That paralyzing fear washed away, only being replaced with anger.

“Are you kidding me?” You breathed, your face shining with tears. He narrowed his eyes at your stance, his hellfire shirt damp from your tears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “You do realize what time it is, right?” Your voice cracked angrily. “Eddie, it’s three o’clock in the morning!”

He shuffled awkwardly, not knowing how to take your sudden change of behavior. He swallowed uneasily. “Honey-”

“No!” You snapped. “Don’t you dare honey me, right now!” You pointed at him, your voice growing into shouts. “So you were there the whole time? Just playing that stupid game! The whole night! You knew I was sitting here waiting for you! You knew my eyes were glued to that stupid door for hours! I can’t- oh, my god, I can’t believe you!” You were absolutely seething with anger, and truth be told, you almost scared him, because he hadn’t ever seen you so mad.

He was beginning to realize just how badly you fucked up. He’d hurt you, badly. His face was in a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten! We were having fun and I-”

“Fun?” You gritted your teeth, practically stomping your way toward him. “Well I wasn’t having fun! I was loosing my shit looking for you!”

His eyes narrowed. “Out looking-”

“Yes!” You nodded. “At the theater, the park! Your uncles! I called everybody trying to find you!”

His face, little by little, melted into the guiltiest you had ever seen, but for now, you didn’t care. You choked on a sob, shaking your head as you covered your face.

“Oh, god, y/n, I’m so sorry!” He began his apologizes, grabbing on to your shoulders. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry!

He tried pulling your hands away, but you refused to pull them down. He cursed himself repeatedly. “Please, y/n, come on, look at me,”

The feeling of his hands were suffocating you, and your mind flashed images of that dreadful night in the upside down. You felt like passing out. You took a deep, shuttering breath. “Get off me!” You shoved his hands away, backing away and turning your back to him. You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a deep, whimpering sob that made him freeze in place.

Dear god, he’d messed up big time.

You hugged yourself, your heart breaking as you relieved everything. You couldn’t look at him right now, you didn’t want to be touched. You had to get ahold of yourself. You tuned him out as best as you could, his loud breathing being prominent in your ears. His fingers twitched at his sides to reach out to you, but you were flat out ignoring him. He gulped, not being able to look at anything but your shuttering shoulder blades.

It had been awhile since you had an ordeal like this, he’d forgotten how guilty it made him feel. This was worse, though, because he caused it, this time.

After a few moments, you had reached a more calm point, and you uncrossed your shaking arms. “I’m not- I’m not trying to be one of those c-clingy girlfriends, Eddie,” You began, turning around to face him. He frowned even more at your distress. “I don’t want to be needy or- or annoying, but- god, you’re making it really hard not to be!” You exasperated, biting your lip to keep from crying out.

You stood there and looked at him, while he looked at you. Both eyes were full of sorrow and guilt, trauma and grief. “You have no idea what that night did to me.” You said quietly, your voice shaky with cracked tears.

“I can still smell the blood,” You cringed. “It was- god, it was everywhere and I couldn’t get it to stop!” It was like you were speaking to yourself, like talking to a mirror. Eddie stood in front of you, his face masked into a heartbroken expression. You described the scene perfectly, but he couldn’t remember everything as clear as you did.

“Your screams,” Your lips pulled down, eyes bright. “I had never- never, I-” You choked on your whimpers. “I had never heard anything like that before, how much pain you were in. And the blood was everywhere, god it- I just couldn’t get it to stop!” You cried softly, holding your stomach.

You had never openly talked about that night like this, not in such detail. You were afraid too, you didn’t want to revisit it. Of course, Eddie always tried to get you to open up with him, but he didn’t want to push you. “You kept trying to talk but- you were in too much pain and your words they d-didn’t make any sense,” You moved your hands about, acting like a master of puppets.

“And Dustin,” You narrowed your eyes, looking at him. “You kept trying to tell him something. ‘Dustin make her’, you tried saying it over and over again, but you couldn’t get it out. What were you wanting to say? Did you want- you wanted him to make me leave you? Is that it? You wanted him to drag me away and just- fuck, just leave you there? What were you going to have him make me do?” You spat violently, standing just a few feet in front of him. He could barely make eye contact, trying to recall the words you were screaming.

“Answer me!” You shoved him, causing him to jump.

“I don’t remember.” He shook his head, voice quiet. It shamed him to say so. “Y/n, I’m sorry- I just, I don’t remember.”

And that was the entire point. He didn’t remember it. You brought your hands back down to your sides, taking a slow breath. “Yeah, you don’t remember it, but I do, Eddie.” Your anger had disappeared, and he watched as your face grew brighter with tears. “I remember it everyday.”

You looked down at his stomach, remembering the sickening wounds that nearly killed him. “I remember it when I sleep, and as- as soon as I wake up I even,” You cut off, scoffing in embarrassment, but you didn’t give a shit. “I even check if you’re still breathing.”

Then, when you looked back up to him, you noticed the tiny, shining gleam of unshed tears that lined his eyes. You didn’t say a word, your lips quivering as you shuttered with exhaustion.

“You can’t do that to me again, Eddie.” You said after a moment, watching as a tear glistened down his face. “You can’t- I can’t take it.”

He nodded quickly along with your words, his face evident in shame and sorrow. His fingers twitched your way. “Can I-” He whispered. “Can I touch you?”

It took you a moment, but you nodded, and he slowly, wrapped his arms around his torso. You both clung to each other so tightly, it nearly hurt.

“I’m sorry.” His voice broke, buried in your shoulder. “I am so, so sorry, Y/n.”

Your heart hurt at the sound, and you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so much.” You cried. “You don’t know how much.”

He pulled away, only to take your chin in his hand. He wiped away a tear. “I do.” And softly, he placed a kiss against your lips, and your tongue collided along with his.

Steve was right. You were both whipped.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things four #joseph quinn

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juneknight · 8 months

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My first kinktober fic that I've had to scrap, RIP! This is UNFINISHED, proceed at your own risk. It was for 'Partner Swap', but I'm going to have to...swap...that kink with something else. I'm just not feeling it. Pour one out.

“I’d like you to have sex with Steven,” says Marc one night over slices of New York style pizza. He’d been quieter than usual tonight, often glancing toward the nearest reflective surface in a way that told you he was communicating with his alters. Sometimes he would mutter something beneath his breath—but you didn’t pry. It wasn’t a conversation meant for you. You knew that if it became meant for you, Marc would let you know.

You supposed this was his way of letting you know. His words make you nearly choke on a pepperoni, reaching frantically for your glass of water to try and stop your coughing and sputtering. At last, when you wipe your mouth clean, it’s to say: “Have sex with him? Marc, baby, I’ve never even met him.”

“He’s shy.”

“So you think that sex will bring him out of his shell?”

Marc clears his throat. “He likes you—and he’s never done it before. I told him that I would ask.”

You spend the rest of the dinner thinking about it, and ruminating over the bits and pieces of knowledge you have of Marc’s shyest alter. It had taken many months for Marc to feel comfortable telling you about his identity disorder and the alters he shared a headspace with. Jake had been eager to meet (to give you the shovel talk at first, and then to tease you relentlessly like a little boy pulling your pigtails on the playground), but Steven had been much more reluctant. Marc said their last attempt at a relationship—Layla—had not ended well.

You couldn’t blame him; you’d been burned before too. Burns made for cautious touches, careful lovers. Sometimes you startled Steven by entering the flat when he was still fronting, and he usually made a quick exit to the back of Marc’s head. You tried not to take it personally, even if you were terribly eager to meet him and get to know him.

Now this…what were you to make of it?

“He likes me?” you ask, bite of pizza held in the pouch of your cheek as you talk.

Marc’s eyes cut to the toaster on the counter. An expression passes over his face, one that is best defined as brotherly: teasing and a little sly, but loving nonetheless. When he looks back to you, you can tell that he’s trying hard not to smile.

“Succinct. But yeah.”

“Succinct?”

“Steven rambles a lot. You’ll understand when you meet him.” Marc glances towards his water glass. “He’s not thrilled that I asked you.”

“Oh,” you say, shoulders deflating a bit. “Well, that’s that then, isn’t it? If he’s not interested—”

“No part of me said he wasn’t interested,” Marc interrupts firmly. “I think he hoped to get in your pants the old fashioned way—I’m not being crude, Steven, I’ve had my tongue in her ass, I think I’m fine to talk about her pants and getting you into them—”

“Marc!” you squawk.

“God, not you too—look, being direct will save all of us so much time and grief,” Marc insists. “Steven wants the experience, and you are the woman he trusts most. He would very, very happily have sex with you, if you only gave the slightest hint that you wanted to have sex with him too—”

“I do,” you admit, a little loudly. You clear your throat and lower your voice, aiming for unconcerned. “I mean: I do, sure.”

Marc looks to the toaster. He spreads his hands out as if to say, What did I tell you?

Steven fronts an hour later (forty minutes of which he spent in the shower, though judging by the voices you could hear, you were sure that most of it was spent anxiously talking to his alters. Even though the two of you were going to have sex, he still dressed himself, coming out of the bathroom with wet curls, huge brown eyes, and honest-to-God sweater paws.

“Hi, hello,” he says, waving a little. He stays far away from where you are seated on the edge of the bed. “I’m—Steven. I mean, you already know that, of course. Seems proper to introduce myself, though, yeah?”

You can’t help but smile. Marc was right; he rambles.

“Hi Steven. It’s so nice to meet you, and not just in passing for once.”

“Yeah…sorry about those times. Marc doesn’t bring home many women.”

“I would hope not,” you tease a little, mouth blooming into a grin. He’s so sweet, timid in a way that Marc never is. “Are you sure you want to go through with this Steven? Losing your virginity seems to mean a lot to you. I don’t—I don’t want to take that experience from you if you aren’t sure or aren’t ready.”

Steven rolls his eyes a little. He sits on the bed, fidgeting with his hands. “Marc’s had you a hundred times. Hardly a virgin, am I?”

You balk a little at his boldness—but he is right. With all the hesitance of someone approaching a wild animal, you come to sit down beside him on the bed, elbows on your knees, looking at your own hands to give him freedom from your gaze. “It’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because you feel like it’s different.”

“Just don’t want you to think I’m some pathetic loser,” he admits. He adds: “Pathetic, maybe, but loser is a bit harsh.”

You laugh. His mouth quirks a little. He sits up a little straighter, pleased that he could make you laugh.

“I don’t think either of those things. I’ve been excited to meet you all this time; I just didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready. Or weren’t interested.”

“Are you?” he asks. “Interested, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Are you?”

He takes his hands away from his lap and at last you see that he’s more than half-hard, an impressive bulge against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “Yeah, you could say that I am.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Please,” he whispers.

You turn so that you can better face him, one of your legs dangling off the bed and the other tucked beneath you. His face is warm, cleanly shaven when you cup his cheek. His lashes flutter shut right away, mouth parting in anticipation. Is this his first kiss? you wonder. Surely not.

You close your own eyes and kiss him. His mouth is warm and soft, his body positively shaking, whether with nerves or excitement you can’t tell. So much of him reminds you of Marc, but so much is different: timid but eager, clumsily following your lead instead of blazing a trail. With every movement of his tongue, he endears himself to you. And you can’t help but find yourself pressing your thighs together, turned on by his naïveté.

“Can I touch you?” he breathes against your mouth. “Want to touch you so bad. Every time I accidentally see you with Marc, your skin looks so soft—“

“Touch me,” you say, pulling back far enough that you can rip your shirt off over your head to sit in just your bra and panties. You can help but give him a sly grin. “When you accidentally see me with Marc, huh? That’s quite a coincidence—to just happen to pop in while Marc is having sex.”

Steven’s face flames. It completely gives him away. He stammers out a: it doesn’t quite work like that— but then you are taking his hands in your own and guiding them up to your satin-covered breasts. All the air seems to go out of his lungs. It seems obscene that a man this timid could have hands so broad and strong, cupping your breasts, thumbs instinctively searching for the imprints of your nipples behind the fabric.

“Take it off me, please,” you pant.

He reaches behind you and fumbles with the clasp. You wait patiently (even if inside you are dying), knowing that he will get the hang of it if given the chance. At last he does, and the bra loosens, straps slipping off your shoulders. You toss it away.

His eyes remain riveted on your breasts, taking in the pebbled nipples which only grow harder beneath his gaze, desperate for his touch.

His hand raise, then hesitate, eyes flashing up to yours to see if this is alright. When you nod emphatically, he finally cups your breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs ghosting so gently over your aching nipples. Your eyes flutter shut to focus on the sensation of his touch, letting out a pleased hum. He grows bolder with this positive reinforcement, taking your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and teasing them softly, tugging and twisting lightly. Even though your eyes are closed, you can sense that his own are riveted to your face, taking in your every expression.

Perhaps Steven is inexperienced, but something tells you that he is a quick learner.

You have just enough warning to feel his damp curls brush your chest before his mouth closes over one nipple, wet and burning hot as he suckles at you like a babe. Your hands fly to his head, fingers lacing in his curls.

“Oh God, Steven,” you groan. He groans back, leaving a wet kiss before switching breasts. He cups your breasts and feeds them to his hungry mouth, boldness blooming within him like a flower.

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goldfish-afterhours · 4 months

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ROB THEM BLIND - ONE

— Home // Genshin Impact Bank Robbery AU

“Welcome to Minlin Bank. How may I help you today?”

As the line shuffled forward slowly, Lumine felt her throat becoming tighter and tighter; the note stuffed in her jacket pocket growing heavier and heavier. She was sweating—partly from the thick jacket engulfing her body, its hood flopped to her eyes to obstruct her face—but also because of what she was about to do.

‘This is a robbery. I am armed—do not think about resisting or alerting anyone. Put all the money in this envelope and you will not be hurt.’

Lumine had scrawled those words on a piece of lined paper last night, ripped straight out of a notepad. Multiple discarded drafts littered her hotel room from all her attempts at obscuring her handwriting.

“Next! Good morning, sir, welcome to Minlin Bank.”

The person in front of her left for the desk, and Lumine shifted forwards, so she was now the first in line. All of a sudden, she felt very exposed, as if all eyes were on her now that she was at the front of the line. She clenched her fists. I can do this, she told herself. I have to do this.

“Next!” A cheery clerk waved her over. She looked young, even younger than Lumine, with bright eyes and black hair braided in two loop pigtails. For a moment, Lumine felt dazed. How would her actions affect this young bank teller? Would Lumine be able to sleep soundly tonight, knowing that she had threatened someone so innocent?

The young lady’s voice broke into Lumine’s thoughts. “Welcome to Minlin Bank. How can I help you today, ma’am?”

Lumine took a shaky breath. Before she could back out, she pulled her hood tighter over her head, plunged her hand into her pocket, and—

“Get on the ground! Get on the ground!” a deep voice bellowed. Gunshots sliced through the air, embedding themselves into the walls like meteors with a sickening bang! Glass shattered, and the poor clerk serving Lumine screamed.

“Last chance unless you want your head blown off! Get on the ground!” another voice shouted above the chaos of people crying and bodies falling to the floor.

Lumine felt someone tug at her clothes. “What are you doing? Hurry and get down!” a woman whispered, looking up at her with eyes wide in terror.

She crumpled the note back into her pocket and dropped down with everyone else. Most people were cowering on the floor with their hands over their heads, but Lumine was bold enough to tilt her head up slightly to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

There were four—no, five of them. All male, all wearing some sort of mask to hide their face. The man who had shouted first donned a sinister red mask, with bared teeth and horns sprouting out of its head. He was so big he made the machine gun in his hands look tiny. Red tattoos ran down his arms as he tapped the muzzle of his weapon against anyone who held their head too high. Two men leapt over the counters, bags in their hands. A loud thump and the shriek of metal against metal meant they had successfully broken into the tills, and Lumine could hear the rustling of paper as they stuffed the cash into their bags.

Curiously, there was a man standing at the front entrance of the bank. He had no visible weapons on him, and his arms were crossed. He was clearly not acting as a lookout—his back was to the front doors. Yet he made no effort to subdue or intimidate the people either. He just stood there, watching, white hood shrouding his face. He almost looked like a grim reaper dressed in white.

“Hey, girlie. You’re holding your head a lil high. Got a death wish?” a playful voice breathed down Lumine’s neck. For a moment, she contemplated turning around and punching him right in the middle of his elaborate crimson mask, but that would surely draw too much attention. Instead, she covered her arms above her head like everyone else, even pretending to tremble. But in reality, her blood was burning through her veins.

The groan of the counter and the sound of boots hitting the ground alerted Lumine that the robbers had obtained their goal. It was only a matter of minutes now.

“Okay, okay, you can all get up now,” the man in the red-horned mask said. She craned her neck up to peek from her hood, and several customers were also starting to stir. The loud bang of a gunshot, however, made everyone drop to the floor once again. “Just kidding~ Stay down and count to a thousand. Any person who moves before that gets a bullet in their tongue.”

‘One, two, three, four…’ Lumine could practically hear everyone counting under their breaths. But if she waited to one thousand with all of them, the criminals would definitely slip away, and she could not let that happen.

‘Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…’ At this point, the thundering of boots faded away. The only sounds audible in the bank were heavy breathing and muffled sobs.

As quietly as she could, Lumine slowly got to her feet, careful not to rustle her jacket. No one paid her any notice. Lightly, she stepped around the shaking bodies on the floor. Shards of broken glass sprayed the counter and floor. Bullet holes decorated the walls and the ceiling; surprisingly, the fish tank in the corner of the room came out unscathed. A bright red goldfish flicked its tail in the water as it changed direction, unconcerned with the violence that had just taken place.

The police had not yet arrived, but Lumine could hear their sirens in the distance. And if she could hear it, that meant the robbers would hear it soon too. She had to leave, right now.

Lumine carefully stepped through the giant hole in one of the glass entry doors. The road was deserted, all pedestrians having fled the moment the armed robbery began.

She shut her eyes. Wind whistled past her ear. She could hear the street lamps humming lowly, a cricket chirping, the soft paws of a cat leaping onto a fence, and—

Heavy boots.

Lumine’s eyes flew up and she broke into a run to the back of the building, down an alleyway, towards the direction of the sound. The footsteps were soon joined by the low rustles of paper money being jolted against a moving bag. Right before voices became audible, Lumine slowed to a walk, then tiptoeing on the cobblestone walkway.

“...talk too much. You think this is a game?” a voice snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“What’s wrong with that? I might as well have some fun with it!”

Lumine pressed her back against the wall, summoning the courage to peer past the corner. Three of the five robbers were walking down the alleyway. A large bag was hoisted over the biggest man’s shoulder, while the ginger-haired man who had threatened Lumine was walking beside him, one hand in his pocket while the other twirled a gun around his finger. The third person with them was unfamiliar; she must have missed him during the chaos. He was much smaller than the other two, but he seemed to be scolding them without any fear, despite the largest man’s bicep being the size of his entire head.

“C’mon Xiao, let Itto have a little fun with it! What’s the problem?” the ginger-haired man said airly.

“The problem is he acts like a stupid oaf. Him just being there makes us more likely to get caught,” the one called Xiao retorted.

“Hey, I don’t act stupid!” Itto exclaimed indignantly. “In fact…you act stupid! Stupid!”

As they bickered with each other, Lumine took the chance to creep closer and closer behind them, darting into the next alleyway or behind corners to remain out of sight. They were talking so loudly to each other, she was sure they did not detect that someone was trailing them.

Until her foot hit a pebble. It barely made a sound as it fell back on the cobblestone paths.

But these robbers were better than she had given them credit for. Xiao immediately stopped in his tracks. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up!”

“We’re being followed.”

Lumine held her breath, but the footsteps became louder, as if they knew exactly where she was. She waited a few moments—maybe they would dismiss it as their imagination and be back on their way—but they came insistently closer.

Okay, too close. I have to go, she thought. But before she could even move a muscle, a hand flew between her shoulder and neck, trapping her against the wall.

“Now, now, what do we have here? Someone trying to play the hero?” The elaborate red mask was now resting against the side of his head, revealing his face. This is never a good sign—it meant he had no fear of her seeing what he looked like, since dead men tell no tales. His voice was playful and smile teasing, but his blue eyes were void of anything, as if they barely registered Lumine in front of him. “Didn’t you hear the big, scary man? You want a bullet in your pretty face that badly?” He leaned closer, but she did not flinch.

“No,” Lumine responded. “I want compensation.”

Before the man could respond, she pulled out the crumpled note from her pocket, unfolding it with one hand and shoving it in his face. “I was just about to rob them when you stole my target.”

The man squinted his eyes at the note before scoffing. “So what? You want us to open our bag right now and hand you a stack?”

“Just one stack? Don’t play. I want to talk to your boss. I’ll negotiate with them.” She put the note back in her pocket.

His lips curled into a sneer. “And just why would we let you do that?”

“Because you’re going to want this back, won’t you?” Lumine spun a blue charm around her finger.

The man seemed to do a double-take. He looked down at his belt, confirming that the blue charm that was hanging from a chain on his belt loop was indeed gone. He looked back at Lumine, no sign of surprise on his face, but she could see that he was now clenching his jaw.

Lumine winced as the cold metal muzzle of the gun made contact with her cheek. He was still smiling, but any trace of amusement was gone. “Give that back, girlie,” he said smoothly, as if chiding a toddler, “and I promise you’ll still be able to see out of one eye after.”

Itto, who had been listening quietly behind him the entire time, finally broke his silence. “Hey, wha—? Didn’t Zhongles tell us not to hurt anyone if we can help it? You can’t shoot her just for that, Ajax!”

“Watch me,” Ajax responded, clicking off the safety of his gun.

The shortest one who had detected Lumine in the first place tugged at Ajax’s arm, the one holding the gun against her face. “Don’t,” he insisted. “Just bring her to him. He will decide.”

Ajax’s eyes flicked to glare at Xiao, and for a moment, Lumine thought he was going to turn the gun on him instead. But instead, the ginger-haired man sighed and lowered his arm.

He stepped away, and Lumine let out a gasp of relief, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Ajax shrugged. “Alright, alright, I can’t argue with my brothers, can I?” he said. “Count yourself lucky, little lady. You just earned yourself an audience with the Guili Assembly’s head.” He shook his head at them, as if they had just convinced him not to buy an ice cream cone instead of murder. “But watch yourself.” His empty eyes flicked back to Lumine, and she had to will herself not to flinch.

“One wrong move and you’re dead.”

#my writing #rob them blind #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin headcanons #Zhongli #Thoma #Xiao #itto #Childe #Scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact x reader

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chaewandz · 11 months

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ROSE — chapter 10: kingdom sports day (get it cause…)

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

“A GROUP DATE???” sunoo exclaimed, his jaw dropped. In his hand he held a white card wrapped with a tiny pink bow that previously laid atop the coffee table in the suitors’ living room.

every suitor shared an intrigued gasp.

“does it say how we should dress?” sunghoon piped up.

sunoo flipped the card over and reread it.

“no it just says ‘don’t worry about staying clean as you play out on the green’…. whatever that means…”

“oh so wear stuff we’re prepared to get dirty?” heeseung suggested.

“isn’t the kingdom supplying us with outfits?” yeonjun wondered.

everyone shrugged their shoulders.

“I guess we should just go see.” soobin proposed.

the suitors shared nods of agreement and stood up, heading to their rooms.

an hour later all twelve suitors stood in a line in the back garden of the castle. they each wore variations of tank tops and t-shirts paired with running shorts in the blaring sun.

through the glass double doors located in front of the fountain, two guards walked out followed by the princess. she had changed her outfit and now wore a pink floral silk skirt that stopped at her ankles, paired with a pink silk top and golden earrings. her hair was now in two pigtails, each tied with a white bow.

each suitor seemed to light up at her appearance.

“good afternoon!” she announced walking towards them.

“good afternoon princess y/n!” they repeated back.

“thank you for joining me in the garden for our first group date! today you guys will be placed into two teams and compete in fun sports games! the winning team will get invited to a party in the castle tonight with yours truly, while the losing team will have to return to their rooms for the rest of the night.” princess y/n revealed.

each of the suitors exchanged glances, some nervous, some excited.

“so without further ado! let me announce the teams. team one will be the purple team. the members are as follows: heeseung, sunghoon, jay, jungwon, hueningkai, and soobin. team two will be the blue team. the members are once again, as follows: jake, sunoo, niki, beomgyu, yeonjun, and taehyun. Please come collect your jerseys of your team’s color!”

the boys ran towards a clothing rack that held their jerseys, high-fiving and cheering as they met with their members. once they were dressed, multiple guards suddenly spawned holding different sports equipment and laying it across the grass.

“the first game will be an obstacle course relay!” the princess declared. “first you will spin in a circle ten times. then you will dribble a soccer ball through a zig-zag pattern of cones and shoot the ball into the goal. after that you must jump over the hurdle and then crawl underneath the next hurdle. once you arrive at the fountain you will jump up and grab hold of the rope above and climb along it over the fountain, sort of like monkey bars except it’s just a rope. be careful not to fall in! once you reach the other side of the fountain you’re done! each member of your team must complete this obstacle course. any failure during the course will result in the player going back to the beginning and starting over. the first team to have all of their members make it to the end will win this game. sound good?” the princess explained.

the suitors were appalled as they watched the guards set up the equipment.

“alright let’s get ready!!” she said as both teams participated in a group huddle before starting.

“one… two…three… purple team!!!”

“one… two…three… blue team!!!”

Each team shouted out as they formed a line before the obstacle course.

the princess sat on a stage with a microphone at the end of the course so that she could watch. a whistle blew, and the teams immediately sprinted to the marker that indicated their place to spin. the first competitors were heeseung and jake. after spinning, they dizzily ran forward to the soccer ball and began dribbling. both were nearly falling over and desperately trying to keep focused. they each kicked the ball at the goal and surprisingly both made it in. it was a very tight race! they were moving almost in sync over and under the hurdles. now came the most daunting part, the rope climb. The two jumped up and grabbed hold of the rope, quickly advancing forward. they were careful not to look down at the fountain because let’s face it, the water was probably freezing and not the most sanitary. from the start of the course, each team was yelling all kinds of cheers and encouragement. y/n watched intently.

shockingly, the two made it to the end of the course at about the same time, maybe a milliseconds difference.

the next competitors advanced immediately. representing the purple team, soobin looked as if he could double over at any second as he dribbled the ball. representing the blue team however, yeonjun was perfectly focused. as they both kicked the ball, soobin missed the goal by about a foot while yeonjun made it in.

the purple team cried out in disappointment while the blue team jumped up in down in excitement. soobin rushed back to the start, and yeonjun advanced without a hitch.

the rest of the relay went about the same, each team having to restart here and there until they were down to the final two.

jungwon of the purple team had a few seconds on niki of the blue team. however, niki held the soccer skill. as the two dribbled the ball between the cones, niki didn’t miss a beat. he effortlessly dribbled and perfectly kicked the ball forward into the goal while jungwon missed. as jungwon retreated back to the start, the blue team members jumped up and down all over the place at the finish line.

smiling from ear to ear, niki jumped over the hurdle and slid underneath the next. but, jungwon was quickly catching up. missing the goal seemed to have flipped a switch in his brain, now he sped through the cones and scored! towards the end of the course, niki rubbed his sweaty palms on his blue jersey and easily jumped up to the rope thanks to his height. he slowly advanced forward, cautiously avoiding the fountain. behind him however, it seemed as if jungwon had gained super speed. he leapt and dove around the hurdles, now meeting niki at the rope segment. niki began to worry, choosing to speed up as he furrowed his brows, staring up at his hands that were clenched around the rope.

each team watched biting their nails and peeking through their fingers, appalled at the tight race. the princess had her hands on her face, nervously watching the two try to cross the fountain.

jungwon was almost gliding along the rope, as if it were a zip line. niki could see him out of his peripheral, nervously advancing as fast as possible.

the race was tight. as the two came to the end of the rope, it seemed as if it would be a tie.

until niki decided to take a big risk, stopping with about two feet of rope left and instead swinging his legs forward, launching himself at the finish line.

he didn’t entirely think this through, he just hoped it would work, and as jungwon watched with his jaw dropped, his hands still glued to the rope, niki seemed to float in the air for a second before landing just barely across the finish line.

the garden erupted in chaos as the blue team jumped up and down congratulating niki, even going as far as to chant his name. the purple team still congratulated jungwon and cheered for his efforts, but were still disappointed.

“it seems as though the blue team has won!” the princess announced through the cheers. “congratulations to the blue team and also congratulations to the purple team for their efforts. five minute water break while we set up the next game!” she announced.

the suitors, walked towards the sidelines where a butler held a tray of glasses of water. the same guards as before immediately began disassembling the course and brought out a large tarp, placing it on the grass. the tarp had an empty grid across it, and all of the suitors looked at it with confusion.

once the water break finished, the princess blew her whistle once again and raised her microphone.

“I can tell none of you know what this next game is, but it’s a classic! it is of course, HUMAN TIC TAC TOE!”

the suitors burst into laughter and shock.

“in order to make the grid even and the game fair, each team will receive an extra player so that it makes a four by four grid. guards!” she gleefully called out to the guards, one in a purple jersey and the other in a blue one.

the suitors laughed again and welcomed their guard teammates to their side.

“the goal is to get four in a row! diagonal, vertical, across, whatever. since blue team won the last round, the purple team will get to go first.” the princess blew her whistle again and the purple team began plotting.

hueningkai moved first, picking the upper left corner.

it was now the blue team’s turn, sunoo picking the upper right corner.

jay picked the spot below hueningkai’s, aiming for a vertical four-in-a-row.

taehyun then continued the plan for the diagonal win, selecting the spot diagonal to sunoo’s.

the game continued on like this for some time, until the purple team wound up cutting off the blue team’s diagonal plan, leading them to cut off the purple team’s vertical plan.

for such an intense gameplay, it had an anticlimactic ending: neither team won.

“wow guys. you would think a human tic tac toe game would have a more interesting ending… well. it is time for the final game! since nobody won the last game, this game will be worth DOUBLE POINTS! so both teams still have a shot at winning.” the princess announced.

the purple team felt relief, as they still had a chance at victory.

“now I did not plan this final game… I enlisted the help of my dearest friends! so please welcome joonie, youngeun, sakura, and isa!”

the suitors clapped as y/n’s best friends joined her on the stage. they each waved at the suitors and whispered to each other, pointing at who they thought looked the best in their jerseys.

“as I said I did not plan this nor do I have any knowledge of what the game is! I will be just as shocked as you guys are!” The princess laughed, handing Sakura her microphone.

“hello gentlemen! my name is Sakura and I will now become the official MC of this sports day!!! so our final game is less of a game and more of a challenge. joonie, would you like to explain?” sakura announced, passing the mic to joonie.

“hello! I’m joonie! so as sakura said, this will be a challenge for each of you and it actually has really nothing to do with sports. this is about showing your creativity, teamwork, and admiration for our beautiful princess of adora.” joonie beamed, motioning towards y/n.

“hi my name is isa! this challenge’s official name is “cheer for your dear”! I named this one because I like rhymes. yes I’m also the person who wrote on your challenge card earlier!”

the suitors nodded, remembering the ominous “don’t worry about staying clean as you play out on the green” part of the card.

“hello cuties. I’m youngeun!!! in this final challenge, each team will create a cheer for our beloved princess y/n showcasing your love for her! we are looking for it to be entertaining, eye catching, and of course, lovey-dovey!!!” youngeun declared, giggling at how embarrassed y/n looked at the idea of the challenge.

“you will have ten minutes to put together a mini performance. there is no set time length, just do your best!” sakura declared, now holding y/n’s whistle. “ready? LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” She yelled, blowing the whistle.

the teams erupted in yelling and aggressive hand motions. the girls moved to another area of the garden as to avoid spoilers for the performances.

while the boys prepared their mini-showcases, the girls sat down by the daisy display and began talking.

“alright so which man is number one???” youngeun immediately questioned.

“I don’t know!!! it’s too soon to tell.” Y/n honestly responded.

“ok well who has stood out today?” isa asked.

“well if you must know. The person who has stood out most today is…”

the girls were on the edge of their seats.

“niki. he pulled the craziest move during the obstacle course. it was like he became a totally different person. when we first met he was very shy and nervous, it was so cute. but today he was so energetic! like he somehow scored a perfect goal even after getting so dizzy… it was so fun to watch.” y/n recounted the day’s events, blushing off into the distance.

the girls all watched her, giggling and smiling.

“he really is cute…” Sakura whispered, making the girls laugh.

“he really is. but then there’s heeseung. it’s just so unbelievable that he’s here to begin with… I mean has he liked me since we were kids? or is he just here because he needed an excuse to see me again… like as friends…” y/n wondered.

“y/n I highly doubt that this man entered a competition that ends in MARRIAGE, just because he wanted to catch up with an old friend.” joonie interjected.

“I’m definitely going to regret saying this aloud… but I agree with joonie.” isa stated.

joonie pretended to be offended, but then playfully pushed isa’s shoulder and smiled.

“this is all so crazy. but I mean i still barely know these guys. aside from heeseung of course. god I really hope I don’t screw this up somehow. I mean what if I pick the wrong guy??”

“since when did you become so corny and cliché… love really is making you crazy…” youngeun whispered.

y/n rolled her eyes.

“you’re right. let’s go watch the silly men sing and dance!” y/n giggled.

“i would be honored.” Sakura declared.

the girls linked arms and took a lap around the flower gardens before returning to the main garden turned performance space for the final round of the group date.

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author’s note: THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. guys do u get the title tho do u get it. kingdom sports day… as in mnet competition show kingdom… they have a sports day… kingdom sports day… in this chapter they’re having a sports day… in a kingdom… kingdom sports day. ARENT I SO FUNNY AND CLEVER??? “yes chaewandz ur so funny and we love u” awww stop it guys. Guys I’m sorry that was actually deranged of me. My apologies. i have finally regained all my inspiration!! I love this chapter and it’s so fun to write.

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Poison Ivy: Blooms of Captivation by Jade Gretz

Moonlight streamed through the shattered skylight, casting emerald streaks across the abandoned Gotham Museum. Vines, thick and sinuous, had slithered through the cracks, claiming the opulent halls as their own. This was Poison Ivy's playground, a verdant oasis in the concrete wasteland. And tonight, Gotham would tremble before its beauty and bite.

Harley Quinn, a splash of crimson against the jade canvas, skipped alongside Ivy, her pigtails bouncing with manic glee. "Let's paint this town green, Ivy-kins!" she chirped, brandishing a mallet the size of a water heater.

Ivy chuckled, a low, throaty sound that resonated with the rustle of leaves. "Tonight, darling, we paint it crimson. Bloodthirsty crimson." Her emerald eyes gleamed with predatory light as they fixed on the vault, a silver scar against the marble wall.

Their plan was audacious, even by Gotham's standards. Tonight, they weren't stealing jewels or priceless artifacts. No, tonight, they were stealing shadows.

Ivy knelt, pressing her palm against the cool metal. Vines, slick as serpents, slithered from beneath her fingertips, weaving through the intricate security system. The vault hummed in protest, alarms flaring, but the tendrils, imbued with Ivy's potent toxin, silenced them with agonizing grace.

The door groaned open, revealing a chamber bathed in the sickly green glow of emergency lights. Shelves stood empty, save for one pedestal in the center, upon which rested a swirling orb of onyx. The Shadowstone, a relic rumored to hold the essence of Gotham's darkest night.

As they neared, the air grew thick with an icy dread. Harley shivered, her eyes flickering. "Ivy, something feels…off."

But Ivy was already reaching for the stone, her fingers brushing its pulsating surface. A gasp escaped her, her eyes widening in shock. Then, a scream, raw and primal, ripped through the vault, shattering the eerie silence.

Harley scrambled back, mallet held aloft, her gaze darting between the writhing Ivy and the pulsating stone. Ivy's skin, usually a vibrant canvas of verdant, was mottled with patches of sickly grey, her vines shriveling an …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

#poison ivy #jadegretz #ai #batman #superhero #batgirl #dc comics

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delicatevalentine · 2 days

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[ Fake Mint Candy ] - ...these are the mint candies, right?

Stop being stupid. This one's hair is much brighter than hers...and she would never wear pigtails.

And besides, why would she ever want to see you again after what you've done?

Flora takes some time to properly approach the well-dressed student, having to shake off foolish whispers of the past. Maybe she should have taken some additional time, fumbling through the wrapped delicacies to find the correct ones.

"Here are some complimentary mints for the occasion," she holds forward candies wrapped in red to the pinkette.

"Oh, and accept these pearls as part of tonight's exchange," Flora hastily tosses a pearl from her brooch alongside the offering.

"Oh! Thank you!"

Hilda accepted the proffered sweets with a grateful incline of the head. It never did well to have unfreshened breath on the dance floor!

The blue-haired woman was unfamiliar to her, but she held herself with refined poise, if a little tensely. She hoped that the nervous manner in which the gifts were offered were an endearing personality quirk rather than specific to Hilda; she wasn't that intimidating, was she?

"And for you..." A single black feather emerged from her bag to be presented to the stranger. "I hope that you enjoy the rest of your night!"

With another nod, this time of farewell, she continued on her way. As she walked down the hallway, she unwrapped one of the candies and popped it into her mouth. Ah... That was...

That was...

Salty?

Her mouth puckered in disgust. She looked furtively left and right, then discreetly spat the offending "mint" back into its wrapper.

So that's why the woman had appeared so jittery, hmm? An attempt to hide her deception? Well, well, well. She did not know the young woman's name, but she had made an enemy tonight.

#toaball2024 #s:flora #SKEDFKJKJK IM CRYING #[sims double friendship decrease symbol]

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sskim-milkk · 6 months

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A Bad Batch Thanksgiving

Words: 2K

Warnings: None. Pure fluff!

Also posted on my AO3

“Papa! Nana!” Omega squealed as she invited herself into Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s home, pushing open the large wooden door. The Batch all beamed at her with pride. Their little girl was so smart, remembering what her grandparents’ house looked like. She sure came here enough. Ninety-Nine and Lilly made it their goal to have little Omega over as much as possible.

“Is that an Omega I hear?” Ninety-Nine asked in a silly voice as he entered the foyer, Lilly following behind. Ninety-Nine was dressed in nice pants and a button-up shirt while Lilly had on a beautiful ankle-length dress.

“Papa!” She squealed again, lifting her arms up to him. Her grandfather happily obliged. He playfully groaned as he lifted her into his arms as if she was heavy.

“Hello, boys! Come in, come in!” Lilly greeted, gesturing with her hands for the five men to come in from the cold. They messily shuffled in with their various bags and dishes they had spent the past couple of days preparing.

“Hey, Dad and Lilly! Happy Thanksgiving!” Wrecker cheered, wrapping his large arms around both of them. The pair shivered against his cold coat, but smiled at him all the same and gave hugs to all the other men too. They too were well-dressed, all wearing different colors of pants and button-up shirts like Ninety-Nine. Tech opted to wear a tie to be extra fancy.

“Fives here yet?” Echo asked as he handed Lilly a bag of food, moving to take his coat, beanie and shoes off. The house was warm and comforting. The heat of the nearby fireplace in the living room diffused throughout the home, and the mix of good, homemade food and candles burning could not make for a better Thanksgiving already.

“No, you know he likes to be fashionably late,” Ninety-Nine chuckled. Echo rolled his eyes.

“More like he forgot to make something so he’s rushing to the store now.”

Omega squirmed in Ninety-Nine’s arms, now reaching out to Lilly to be held. She was dressed in an adorable long-sleeve, fall-themed dress, white tights and tiny black Mary-Jane shoes, and her blonde curls were done up in pigtails. Lilly cooed, holding her tiny granddaughter against her chest.

“Ohh, hello, sweet girl. Are you going to try lots of tasty things tonight now that you’re a big girl with those big ol’ teeth?”

“Yeah!” Omega nodded as she fiddled with Lilly’s necklace.

“That is the plan. Though, if she is proving to be uninterested in most foods we have brought some foods that we know she’ll eat,” Tech added in as he made his way upstairs with a multitude of bags for Omega. They would be staying the night, and Tech had triple-checked to make sure they had everything they needed for their tiny tot before leaving.

“What a beautiful home,” Hunter’s girlfriend marveled as she slowly made her way through the downstairs portion of the house. Hunter followed her, occasionally adding in comments about how different the house looked during his childhood or what he and his siblings would get up to. There were a few holes or cracks in the walls, which Hunter also explained were the fault of him and his siblings.

His girlfriend, Abi, was kindly invited to their Thanksgiving this year. She had a bad relationship with her family right now, and no friends since she recently moved to the area. Ninety-Nine and Lilly were never the type to allow someone to spend Thanksgiving alone. They welcomed her with open arms despite only meeting her once before during the one year her and Hunter had been dating.

Meanwhile, Crosshair marveled at the dining table all set up. When he was little he loved helping his dad set the table. He felt so proud of himself when he was old enough to carry the heavier glass dishes out to the table. Lilly made excellent additions to the table along with Ninety-Nine’s already exquisite decorations. The same could be said for the rest of the house. Despite its old age it was warm, inviting and homey. He was still very happy with how good of a match-maker he was with these two. His dad and Lilly were truly a wonderful couple and it was comforting to know neither had ended up alone in their older age.

As they all got settled, the cacophony of voices throughout the house made the place more lively in the way that only families coming together could. Crosshair made his way to the kitchen to help prepare the last of the dishes and heat up the ones they brought. Echo got out the wine and started pouring drinks for everyone. Tech was showing Ninety-Nine how to operate the radio and speakers he had set up for him last Christmas. The poor old man still didn’t understand all the buttons and cords. He had to first find his glasses, notebook and pen and make Tech slowly-”hold on, son, hold on”-explain how to operate the damn thing. At last, soft instrumental jazz music started flowing from the speakers.

Meanwhile, Hunter and Abi were keeping an eye on Omega as she attempted to play with Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s cat, Hugo.

“Cat!” Omega squealed as she toddled after him even though the poor thing was trying to get as far away from this energetic, unpredictable little menace as possible.

“Gentle, Omega,” Hunter reminded her as the little girl caught up to Hugo and was patting his head.

“You want to play with some toys, honey?” Abi said in a high-pitched baby voice that made Hunter wince a bit. Lilly and Ninety-Nine had some toys for Omega in a box next to a bookshelf. Goodness knows she had plenty at home, so the batch opted to bring some toys over for when Omega stayed here so they had less to bring.

Abi dragged the box over and pulled out some wooden blocks. Omega toddled over with interest. She helped Omega stack up a few blocks before sitting back against Hunter’s chest, his arm draping around her. It was a perfect moment, watching the little girl play with the fire crackling next to them, the sound of familiar voices and music in the background. Hunter gently cupped Abi’s cheek, tilting her head up towards him to drop a soft kiss to her lips. Abi hummed in satisfaction.

“No! Daddy, no! Mine!” Omega protested as clambered up onto Hunter’s lap, the blocks now forgotten.

“Ow,” he winced as her heel dug into his knee. Omega squeezed herself between Hunter and Abi, leaning her own head against Hunter’s chest. She glared at Abi.

“Mine,” she pouted.

“Wha-?” Abi stammered, looking at the pair in shock. Hunter, meanwhile, was trying not to laugh. It was quite funny how protective Omega could be when it came to her dadas and their various girlfriends and boyfriends.

“Yeah, um…” Hunter scratched the back of his neck. Before he could continue, the front door opened.

“Hey, hey, hey, everybody!” Fives cheered as he walked in with, to nobody’s surprise, store-bought pumpkin pies and surely already-melting ice cream.

“Unca’ Fibe!” Omega screeched, getting off the couch and running towards the door to greet her favorite uncle (that’s what Fives says, at least.) Hunter smiled at how quickly both his daughter’s mood and attention could change so quickly.

“She’s a little protective of us,” Hunter admitted sheepishly as he and Abi made their way to the front door as well. He knew they should probably try to fix that behavior if any of them were going to marry someone someday. She was only little though and just too cute with her big brown eyes, chubby cheeks and pouty lips.

“Ya don’t say,” Abi giggled. “It’s super cute.”

Back in the foyer, the gang had all come to greet Fives with hugs. The man in question had Omega in his arms and was blowing raspberries against her belly. She was screeching with laughter, face all red.

He apologized for being late, as he did every year. He quickly found his twin and slung his arm around him, the two catching up as they went to the kitchen to get Fives a drink.

Everyone sat or stood around the kitchen island and ate a few hor d'oeuvres whilst chatting. Wrecker managed to get Omega to try some cheese and crackers. She seemed to enjoy them, leaving only crumbs all over her face, dress and Wrecker’s shirt.

Once the food was ready, the clan moved the remaining dishes to the large table and found a chair to stand behind while Ninety-Nine gave the blessing before sitting down to eat. The table was marvelous. Though it was now dark out, the soft light in the room continued to give off that warm feeling felt throughout the home. A beautiful red table cloth was set with lace trimmings dangling off the edges of the table. Gold flower-patterned place mats and napkins were set throughout at each spot. The food was all squished together in the center, two candles set in the middle. Steam and all sorts of smells wafted throughout the room. People set down glasses of water and wine at their place. Echo lit the two candles in the middle, and all looked to Ninety-Nine.

“I know that we’ve all had highs and lows this year, but we’re just so grateful to have you all here in good health and spirits. We’re so proud of you and feel so happy to be able to have little Omega here these past two Thanksgivings. What a lovely time to be able to come together to eat, drink and be happy together. Dig in!” With that, they all cheered each other’s glasses and sat down for a feast. Omega alternated between sitting in Ninety-Nine and Lilly’s laps throughout the meal, at the head of the table, of course.

The food was amazing. Roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, cheesy potatoes, and salad. Wrecker, especially, was in heaven. Everyone continued to chat throughout the meal. Hunter was pleased to see Abi laughing and chatting with everyone too, seeming to be in good spirits.

Omega took a liking to all but the salad. Ninety-Nine and Lilly would scoop small servings of everything onto a plate for her. She had her own plastic silverware, but the toddler preferred to use her hands to gobble everything up. She giggled and clapped at how yummy everything was.

“Ugh, I’m full!” Wrecker groaned, tossing his napkin onto the table once he had cleaned his plate. He patted his swollen tummy. Everyone seemed to be in agreement with him. Lilly tried to persuade everyone to take more of everything to no avail.

“Well I hope you all saved room for dessert,” Lilly tsked, the small lady getting up to start clearing people’s plates. Abi and Hunter got up to help, not listening when Lilly hit them with her towel to get them to stop. She let them help eventually, though not without a frown on her face.

The family seemed to find new fervor when pies and cookies and ice cream were brought out. Omega had a few bites of pie and ice cream, humming happily about the yummy treat. Everyone bid her goodnight when Crosshair scooped her up to put her to bed. He was a bit worried she would have a hard time falling asleep since she rarely spent the night here, along with the ruckus happening downstairs. Luckily, the girl was pretty tired and was soon snuggled up in her warm jammies, blanket, and Bunny in the travel crib.

Back downstairs, everyone helped to clean the mess. Really only food was put away. Dishes could wait for tomorrow. No-one wanted to deal with them tonight. They all migrated to the living room, alcohol flowing in their systems.

As the night wore on, they all kept chatting as endless conversations were had. A few games were brought out too like Cards Against Humanity and Clue. Wrecker and Fives were of course the loudest and had to be reminded a few times to keep their voices down so Omega wouldn’t wake up. Ninety-Nine and Lilly eventually went up to bed, thoroughly worn out but happy from the last couple of days filled with cooking, cleaning and family fun.

It wasn’t until after midnight when everyone was in their beds. All went to sleep with full stomachs and happy memories made after yet another successful Thanksgiving.

#star wars #star wars tbb #the bad batch #baby omega #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tcw fives #tcw 99 #fluff #family fluff #baby clones #parental bad batch #the dad batch

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hinataxsunshine · 7 months

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Calling all the costumes

A Halloween Party. Takeru was hosting a Halloween party for the Beach! That meant that Hinata would have to go on one of his runs to the city, something he hasn't done in awhile actually. But he would need to find a costume.. and other things. So he set off, and a few hours later, Hinata came back with a couple of bags full. Luckily, in a world where you're mainly focusing on surviving deadly games-- people aren't so focused on taking costumes. So most of the ones he was trying to find were actually there.

So here he was, standing infront of the mirror with a few different costumes laying out on his bed. Hinata had a few different options here.. and then his eyes landed on the other bags that were sitting next to his bed. That held the other costumes..

Hinata's face flushed red as he looked away from them. It was stupid. Why did he even grab those ones? Hinata doubted they would agree to it. But he couldn't resist grabbing.. matching costumes.

"I doubt Aguni is going to dress up, but i wonder what Takeru is going to wear" He murmured quietly, but just shook the thoughts from his head and grabbed the first costume. Hinata walked over to the bathroom and hummed, putting the costume on.

This first one, Hinata put his usual ponytail into pigtails this time, humming to himself as he used a pink makeup pencil to make a heart under his left eye. Then as he started to put the costume on, and mostly grumbled at how hard it was to put the fishnets on. Next, came the white skirt. It wasn't Hinata's usual outfit, but this was a Halloween costume-- so honestly he didn't mind it. Looking at the bathroom mirror, Hinata got slightly distracted as he started twirling around and focusing as the skirt flowed for about.. 5 minutes.

Finally, he managed to focus back onto the costume and put the neckpiece with the pink bow, and then finally the white cuffs and the pink sleeveless vest. And finally, pink heeled boots. Satisfied with the costume, he stepped back out and took a look in the full length mirror. Draculaura, one of his favorite characters from a show he watched when he was younger. Taking a few more twirls, Hinata took a few photos with his Camera. Eyes glancing over to the first bag, which contained a Clawd Wolf and Kieran Valentine costume. He smiled at the thought of his friends matching with him, but once again pushing away the thought. Staring at himself for a moment, and looking at it from a few different angles.. Hinata decided that this costume wasnt the one for tonight. So he grabs the next one laying on the bed and headed back into the bathroom

The next one, Hinata is humming happily. He puts his hair into a bun, only to hide it under a dark brown beanie. Wiping the heart from his cheek, Hinata makes it look like he has dirt on his cheeks and nose. Once he was satisfied with that, Hinata replaced the fishnets and the rest of the costume with a ripped yellow shirt and a blue studded jacket. Putting on black pants and adding about two belts, Hinata put some black and gold boots on-- and stepped out once more.

Like before, he admired himself in the mirror. Ben Florian, from Descendants. Specifically when the prince sneaks onto the isle of the lost. The second bag filled with matching costumes contained a Hades and Harry Hook.

Staring back at himself in the mirror, Hinata took a few photos. But as he bounced back onto his heels and stared at the few photos he had taken, he decided against this outfit as well. He liked it, but honestly he didn't think it was for him. This costume was more for the matching ones he had.. Which made him smile for a moment before one again heading into the bathroom.

This next costume excited him, and the only one he didn't have to go on his trip for. But, he still needed matching ones.. just in case. you know? Hinata let his hair down for this one, deciding just to let it rest. Finally, he grabbed the red and blue webbed suit and stepped inside it. It took a few minutes for him to get it done before finally getting it done. He managed to zip it up half way, but couldn't finish the rest and just shrugged it off. Hinata stepped outside and couldn't contain his excitement as he walked up to the mirror and twirled. A Spider-Man Costume. He had already had this, buying it along with a Spider-Gwen costume. But this one felt right for the occasional. And of course, the matching ones. Hinata glanced at the bag, which contained a Dr Strange and an Iron Man inspired look costume.

Although he dearly loved this costume, once again Hinata didn't think it was the right one tonight. Although, if he didn't like the last one.. then this would probably be second place.

So for the last time, Hinata grabs the final costume on his bed and heads into the bathroom. Stripping the skintight suit off and setting it to the side, Hinata got to work on this one. Hinata found some eye contacts that made his eyes look like blue crystals, and spent about a good 15 minutes putting them in. Blinking a few times and staring at himself in the mirror, Hinata's eyes got adjusted to them. It was slightly hard to see, but manageable. Next, Hinata hums softly as he used eyelash glue along the inside of the costume elf ears, before putting them on and making sure they stuck. Earlier he had decorated them with a few piercings.

Next, a wig that was white fading into blue. It ends just at his shoulders. Hinata made his hair into a bun before putting a mesh cap over it, then fitting the wig onto his head. Adjusting it a little bit, Hinata then started to style it in the way he was happy with. Finally, Hinata put on the black sleeveless leotard, black pants, and a blue hood.

A simple outfit, but once he stepped out and stared at himself in the mirror, giving the outfit a little twirl.. Hinata knew this was one. For the past few weeks, this certain game has plagued his mind, only being pulled away for his friends and when he had to play in the games. Baldurs Gate 3. Hinata started at himself, who he had dressed up as his Tav Character, Arin. He had played with the idea of going as one of the companions, but in the end he had thought that going as one of his.. many Tav characters would be nicer. And he was right. Seeing his character become basically real, made his heart really happy.

He decided on this costume then. Which meant.. Hinata's eyes flickered to the remaining back and picked it up. These costumes had took the longest to find, since there weren't any actual costumes for them in stores. But he managed to grab everything he needed for the costumes. A Halsin and an Astarion costume. The thought of his friends in these made his face flush red and hid it in the bag. He almost had half a mind to just go down and hold out the costumes to his friends, asking them to wear them.

His hand reached in and played with one of the shirt fabrics.. Maybe.. Maybe they would be open to it?

Hinata stood there, for what seemed like forever. Battling in his mind with his anxiety but in the end, the need of seeing his friends in these costumes-- and to see the three of them matching, won. So he gripped the bag tight and headed off to Takeru's room first. Maybe Takeru would agree more easily.. and the both of them could convince Aguni.

#weeklyprompt008 #Halloween prompt #AKA Hinata imagining Takeru and Aguni in costumes matching his #and getting flusted #because hes a simp #aib oc #aib rp #alice in borderland oc #aib roleplay #alice in borderland rp

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bokutokiya · 1 year

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EXTRA: mysterion

(TW: blood, fighting, and swearing)

Takes place in Middle school (15- Kenny/y-n, Karen 12)

You shake your boots off as you move to adjust your beanie, South Park was in one of its colder days as the season shifted from spring snow to snow snow. Letting out a breath and watching it spiral as you cross over the railroad tracks you missed the small brunette blurr that body slams you back into a snow pile, letting out a loud ‘oof’ sound you allowed the giggling child to sit on your stomach for a moment as you smile. The small brunette one Karen McCormick let her little dimples show as you heft her into your arms and get up. “Hello Kare bear! How are you today?!” You ask as you gently squeeze your self proclaimed sister, your parents passed away a year ago and the McCormicks keep an eye on you as another one of their kids. You shift Karen to your back as you continue walking, she takes up playing with your hair. “I’m doing good, Kenny says you’ve been sad.” She says as she tries to peek into your face, her pigtails tickling your cheeks causing you to laugh softly. “I’m okay, better that I get to spend the day with you.” You smile at the little girl before knocking on the mcCormicks door. The door is opened by an unnaturally red headed lady with a kind smile, “Y/n! Thank you for coming tonight. Kenny is staying with the boys for a school project and unfortunately Stewart and I have a meeting to attend, so we’ll be home late. Feel free to help yourself in the kitchen and if we aren't back by 10 feel free to sleep in Kenny’s room, you know where everything is sweetheart” Carol says before letting you step in and set Karen on the floor. Stewart came past and ruffled your hair before walking out the front door with Carol, turning to Karen you smile and place a hand on her head, “what should we do squirt?” You ask playfully as she bats your hand away. “Let’s go to the park then maybe Stark's pond” she says before racing into her room and coming back with a small backpack you hadn’t seen before, “who got you the pretty backpack?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. Karen smiled brightly and held it up “bubba butters gave me it for my birthday! Oh! And thank you for the hoodie y/n! I’m saving it for a special occasion!” She cheers before putting the backpack on, you slide your wallet and an extra jacket into the bag for you before grabbing her hand and leaving the house. The park was empty when you arrived, you took the backpack for her as she raced off to the play set, for a young teen she loved playgrounds. You scrolled through your phone sending a small update text to Kenny to let him know you guys were ok.

After updating your social you look up only to not see Karen. You panic for a moment and look around wilding for her only to see her pop out of the bathroom and jog her way over. You quickly pull her into a hug, her face smashed into your chest, “please let me know when you wander off next time Kar, scared the shit out of me baby.” you say, calming your heart beat. Karen quickly grabbed your arm and hung on it “I’m sorry y/n! I’ll be more careful!” She claims before you two start walking towards tweak Bros coffee, you open the door, the bell jingling your arrival. “ACK, y/n! How are you tonight!” Tweek calls from behind the counter as you bounce over and pull yourself up to sit on it. “I'm a great tweekers, where’s Craig?” You notice a lack of middle fingers being thrown your way, tweek shakes his head “he’s home, had detention so he didn’t come by to help out” he replies easily calming in your presence, handing you a hot cocoa for Karen, which she happily takes. “Well we just came by to say hey, kens staying over at Cartmans so I’m dragging Karen around.” You say. He nods and waves you guys out as you leave into the darkening day. Rounding the corner from the theater a hand shoots out and yanks you and Karen back into the alleyway, Karen lets out a startled scream before her mouth is covered. “hello Y/n.” A familiar voice calls out from behind the scared girl, your face goes from anger to terror in 3 seconds as you discreetly slip the tracker/alarm from the strap of the backpack pressing it. “Hello Kalma. It’s been a while, come back to finish me off?” You ask, shaking lightly, Kalma lets out a hard biting laugh before throwing Karen off to the side and stalking closer to you “I wish I could finish you off! But you have a use for the plan. Doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you a little” she laughs bitterly before leaping towards Karen, the younger girl crying in terror. You make a split second decision and place your body in front of Karen’s, a sharp stinging pain hits your side as you start to feel a warm spot on your hoodie. “Damn, Kenny’s gonna be pissed I got blood on another of his hoodies” you try to joke out, looking down at Karen. The younger girl can’t tear her eyes away from the injury on your side so you cover her eyes and whisper “run back to tweak bros, tweek can call our angel.” She gives a nod and takes off, allowing you a moment to turn to Kalma. “You just don’t go down huh?” She asks bitterly “just like your parents, maybe you’ll be more challenging then them after all.” you see red at her statement before tackling her onto the ground and swinging your fist into her face landing a couple of blows before she twists the object in your side flipping you onto the wet and dirty pavement. She opens her mouth to say something else when a shout comes from above “I’d step away from the girl if I were you!” Mysterion’s voice is hard to miss and brings a small painful smile to your face as Kalma scoffs. “Whatever I’m done with her.. for now” she laughs before vanishing down the end of the alleyway. Rapid footsteps make their way down the alley as Karen crash’s into you as you grunt. “Let’s get home” you say to her softly, looking into the worried eyes of mysterion.

After getting Karen home and settling into bed, you heave yourself into Kenny’s room and start digging for his first aid kit when the window slides open. You look up and meet the eyes of mysterion, you let out a small painful laugh as you plop on the floor. “Hey Kenny. Guess I lied about nothing happening” you say roughly, Kenny takes his hood and mask off before rushing over and kneeling next to you, “shit y/n how did this happen?” He asks, sliding back into his smooth tone. You yank the hoodie over your head letting him see the injury better “took the knife to keep Karen safe, Kalma went for her first.” You hiss out as he gently pokes around the wound. Kenny shakes his head before pulling out the first aid kit from his closet along with another one of his hoodies, “of course you did, thank you for that but I’m still and you're hurt” he says in a gentle yet stern tone causing you to laugh. Kenny quickly cleans and wraps your side before helping you struggle on his hoodie and pulls you into a light hug, his face burrowed into your hair as he shakes trying to suppress sobs, “when Karen called I thought the worst, I’m so glad you're ok.” He says, before pulling back and looking over your face. You give him a smile and press a light kiss to his cheek, “remember ken, who is responsible for your missing tooth? I think I can handle myself.” You tease him lightly before he helps you to settle into his bed. He threads his fingers lightly through your hair as you start to feel tired from pain and all the energy you used, “y/n, I love you, your family and I will ALWAYS be there to protect you. Please be safe and sleep well bubba” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead and covering you with the blankets before sliding back out of the window to let you rest.

#south park #south park smau #x reader #x reader text #short drabble #mysterion #Kenny

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Princess!

Pairing: Johnny x F Reader x Jaehyun (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, PWP - Complete Smut (tho if you read between the lines there are hints to more heh)

Summary: Johnny treats his Princess on her birthday

Word count: 6.2k

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub elements, Daddy/Princess & Daddy/Pet Role Play, Switch!Jaehyun, Collaring, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Anal Play, Anal and Vaginal Fingering, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Squirting, Double Penetration in 2 Holes, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Cum Shot

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 1 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! I'm excited for this to be my first fic for this event! My own personal Kinktober List** will have a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event, so check out my list if you're curious for what's to come in October!

Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 Thank you for your patience. I hope this fulfills your fantasies! Johnny and Jaehyun have a great dynamic that makes their smut so hot!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

“OK, Princess, open your eyes!”

Blinking, her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight in the living room. Golden streaks of the setting sun lit up the glass surface of the coffee table. Before her was a bubble gum pink box.

Johnny sat to her left. One hand resting on his knee, stroking his silk pants. Steady eyes with his beautiful face staring affectionately at her.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, perfect set of teeth shining with his handsome smile. “Come on, Princess. Open your present! I had it custom made.”

“Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she said, grabbing the silk covered box.

Johnny always provided her with the most luxurious gifts in the world. Nothing but the best for his Princess. The rectangular box seemed big enough for a necklace.

Or maybe a pair of handcuffs?

Untying the silk ribbon, she let it fall to the floor as she pulled off the lid. A soft gasp parted her lips.

“It’s so pretty.”

Inside was a thick pink leather collar. On one end was a metal loop; attached to it was a metal chain leash, matching pink leather handle at the end. Diamonds encrusted along the choker strap spelled out, “Princess” in neat cursive font.

“Do you want to put it on?” He held his hand out to her, palm up.

“Yes, thank you Daddy.” Scooping the ends of her pigtails into a loose bun at the crown of her head, she turned her back to him. “I’ve been wanting a collar for months now, Daddy. Am I going to be your Kitty tonight?”

“No, Princess, this collar is for me. To make sure you don’t go wandering off too much tonight.”

“Are you taking me out for dinner?” She’d worn a remote controlled vibrator to dinner the last time he bought her a gift. “I loved that Peruvian bistro we visited last month.”

“I’ll take you back another day. I have an extra present for you, Princess. Today marks our 2 Year Anniversary, too.”

The doorbell rang. Johnny grinned, hand patting her knee before getting up. Her eyes followed his long legs in his well fitted silk pants.

She wanted him naked as her eyes focused on the lines of his pecs and abs peeking through the unbuttoned silk blazer. Teasing her with a glimpse at his perfect body.

“Hey, did you have a hard time finding the place?”

“Not at all.” The guest was a man, his voice smooth and clear. “Where’s your birthday girl?”

“Princess,” Johnny called, turning his head around, “come say hi to my special friend.”

Placing the empty gift box onto the coffee table, she joined them, chain to her collar in her left hand. Johnny was shutting the door as she stood face to face with a very handsome man, almost as tall as her Daddy.

His milky skin glowed, making his peachy pink lips pop out, contrasting his dark brown eyes. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones just made his perfectly symmetrical face all the more difficult to look away from. She wanted to reach out and caress every smooth inch of his handsome face.

“Princess, this is my friend - a brother of mine - Jaehyun,” Johnny said, standing behind her, taking the metal chain leash from her hand. He placed his free hand on her hip. “He’s your birthday treat, baby. Do you like your second Daddy for the night? Jae, want to wish our Princess a happy birthday?”

Fire injected into her veins, eyes locked with the new man. Jaehyun bit his bottom lip, smile appearing with flushed cheeks.

“What a cutie you are.” Jaehyun’s fingers reached out to touch the hem of her dress at the front of her thighs. “Happy birthday, Princess. Johnny and I wanted to give you a super special birthday party tonight. You’ve got soft thighs, Princess. Daddy Jae likes that.”

“What do you say, Princess?” Johnny said behind her, forcing her neck and head to jolt backwards as he tugged on the chain. She took a step backwards, away from Jaehyun.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, eyes remaining locked with Jaehyun. Her chest ached in a way that made her stomach flutter too. She would have remembered someone as handsome as Jaehyun…his dark eyes consuming her was familiar because of Johnny. A glance was enough to let her know that he wanted her, always. “I’ve been asking Daddy Johnny for a second Daddy for weeks.” She turned to Johnny and threw her arms around his waist. Eyes shut, deep inhale of his soothing musk. Her shoulders relaxed, heartbeat slowing. “Thank you, Daddy. You spoil me so much.”

“Thank me by showing Daddy Jae a good time, Princess.” His free hand reached behind her, unzipping her dress. “Let him unwrap you. You’re his special little present tonight.”

Taking Jaehyun’s hand, she led him up the stairs, Johnny behind them, connected to her still with the chain to her collar. Johnny and Jaehyun sang “Happy Birthday” on their walk to their bedroom, delighting her with the focused attention. Up past Johnny’s newest Monet painting; a gift to himself for spoiling her.

The laughs and clapping slowly dissipated as they entered the master bed. Hands on her hips, Jaehyun positioned her front to face the foot of the bed as he stood behind her. Goosebumps scattered up her spine when she felt his fingertips push her lacy dress off her shoulders, heat gliding right up against her bare skin.

“What’s this, Princess?”

Heat surged up her ass, licking over towards her clitoris. A twinge at her abdomen created goosebumps up to her chest.

Jaehyun's thumb pressed against the giant diamond encrusted buttplug seated at her asshole. Her walls shook, muscles squeezing the stretcher Johnny inserted earlier.

“That was this morning’s present.” She moaned as Jaehyun palmed her tits over her lacy bra, her ass slamming against his front. A sharp pressure twisted into her guts. “Daddy spoils me so much.”

“Nothing but the best for my Princess.”

Johnny stood beside them, right hand touching her chin. He bent down and kissed her as Jaehyun’s hand wrapped around her throat, fingers stroking her skin.

She whined onto Johnny’s tongue as Jaehyun’s hold tightened, wrist jerking her head up to shove her face harder against Johnny. Hand massaging his jaw, Johnny broke the kiss as his eyes darted up to Jaehyun before focusing back on her.

“Get on the bed, Princess,” Jaehyun said, releasing her. “Lie down. I want to explore your beautiful body. Treat every inch of that perfect body with my kisses.”

“Not yet.” Johnny tugged on the chain, making her turn to look at him. He released the chain before unhooking her bra and pulling it off her shoulders. Swiftly, his thumbs tugged her cotton pink thong down her legs. “Don’t act up too much, Princess. I have to share you, and you know how I feel about sharing. You’re precious, baby.”

The heat in her chest boiled angrily, her nipples ached. She sat down on the bed, nodding, eyes focused on Jaehyun.

His left eyebrow ticked upwards for a second as he pulled his jeans and boxers off. Her chest ached, a giggle and smile appearing. A feeling she almost recognized overcame her for a moment, tears welling her eyes.

Deep inhale of breath, hand cupping her breast, she focused on the heat growng in her cunt. Jaehyun’s body was chiseled, curves perfectly shaping his abs and pecs. Slim waist with barely a blemish on his milky smooth body.

She laid down on her back, letting Jaehyun stand between her legs. Heat pricked her cheeks with his focus fixated on her. Her body shook with her heart ramming furiously against her chest.

His dark eyes slowly drifted down her body, flicking back and forth as they landed on the heat between her legs. Tongue licking his pillowy lips, a grin appeared, dimple in his left cheek deepening.

“Such a beautiful body.” Cool, smooth voice sending chills down her spine. His giant palms gliding up her thighs to her sides, moving up to cup her breasts. “Daddy Jaehyun wants to kiss you from head to toe, Princess. Celebrate the most lovely, gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. For your Special Day.”

“Daddy?” She tilted her head up, eyes searching for Johnny. He was seated beside her, right leg crossed over his left, patiently watching Jaehyun massage her body. His angular cheeks sharp as his face remained passive. “Is it OK for D-daddy Jae to kiss me?”

“It’s your Special Day, Princess.” Fingers from his free hand tucked her loose tendrils behind her ear. “I’ll let you decide if Daddy Jae can kiss you from your head to your toes. Do you want that, Princess?” “Yes Daddy!” Her chest heaved as she breathed out her excited response.

Eyes shut, she felt Jaehyun’s body over hers. Skin silky soft. Body heavy and firm. Lips floral, burning hers up.

She whimpered as his tongue pushed against her lips. The pressure of her stretcher intensified as Jaehyun’s hips rocked back and forth over her. Her whole body singed like the flames of a lighter licking over an old, fuzzy dryer sheet.

Instant. Fast. A flash of thrilling violence all over.

Wet kisses landed on her neck. Peppered across her chest. Warmed the valley of her chest.

Her skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. Caressed her breasts as his tongue licked the sweat off her belly.

“You’re so sweet, Princess.” Jaehyun’s tongue flicked across the patch of pubes over her slit. “Daddy’s going to eat this slick, wet pussy-” two fingers slid down over her folds before he grasped the end of the buttplug, stretcher feeling loose with her slick dripping down the curve of her ass “-and feel how tight this little hole is.”

Red stars burst against her eyelids as she shut them tight, feeling the buttplug pull out of her. The discomforting pressure tickling her asshole and nerves all day was gone, sending goosebumps up her body. Her nipples ached.

A wet, fleshy pressure was gliding over her clit. She cried out, fingers grasping onto the duvet. Jaehyun sucked on her hot bud.

“D-daddy Jae!” The pointed tip of his tongue licked down her slit, tickling the sensitive perineum between her pussy and asshole before it torturously flicked her puckered hole. His tongue circled around her wet rim before he sucked hard, raspy hum reverberating into her. She squeaked out a weak pant. “Daddy!”

“You like your asshole being eaten like that, Princess?” Johnny traced a delicate touch over her left nipple, pad of his index finger barely brushing her skin. “I know what my Princess likes.”

With such sugary sweetness in his tone, her ears ached like a rotting tooth coming into contact with honey as he cooed out, "My precious Princess."

She looked up at him, his eyes drifting from the hardened brown nub he was twisting between his thumb and index finger and then down to watch Jaehyun devour her ass and pussy.

“Can you speak?” A delicate grin as his eyes drank in the sight before him.

“Yes, Daddy.”

They locked eyes. He wet his lips. Jaehyun’s thumbs pulled her folds apart, tongue pressing right up against her sensitive clit, lapping up and down as his moan started out low. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to howl at every good sensation Jaehyun gave to her body.

He was whimpering. Groaning high, sweet notes into her. Her cunt and stomach shook with the vibrations of his sweet mewls. Her slick was pooling out, mixing with his spit.

The tip of one finger pushed against her rim. Her asshole quivered, nerves thrashing deep inside her walls.

Johnny’s fingers twisted both of her nipples, making her shut her eyes. Fire surged down her chest and up her stomach, colliding at the coil deep within her cunt. It was tightening at lightning speed, snapping her mind blank.

“Daddy!”

Jaehyun laid his palm flat over her stomach, attempting to still her shaking body. His finger curled up against her asshole as his tongue lapped up her clit and labia, head bobbing furiously.

The blend of pain and pleasure everywhere was too much. Her mind’s single focus was the tight coil’s pressure shooting straight to her clit.

The release exploded out of her cunt, hips thrashing wildly against Jaehyun's hold. She managed to whimper out a whine as she was incapable of holding in the fluids gushing out of her.

Wetness was everywhere. Her butt was soaked, feeling the damp duvet under her. Slit and thighs moist with droplets of her slick. Sweat was trickling out of every pore on her body.

Johnny’s lips a calming touch as he kissed her lips. Instantly, he kissed and licked the sweat off her temples and neck. His gentle hum reverberated down her sinuses.

“What do you say to Daddy Jae for making you squirt?”

“T-t-thank you f-for the b-birthday present D-daddy!”

Jaehyun’s middle finger was inside of her pussy. She mewled, eyes shut tight. He pushed in and pulled out. Thumb circled her clit as his finger continued to pump in and out of her.

He kissed the inside of her thighs. As much as she wanted to open her eyes and watch Jaehyun finger fuck her, her body refused. Eyes muscles constricted as he played with her cunt.

Continually, he burned her up, just like the flame of a lighter against the used up dryer sheet. Over and and over with his tongue and fingers. Quick flashes of thrilling violence.

“Daddy-daddy, daddy-y-yes-d-daddy-yes.”

“That’s enough.” Johnny’s hand clamped over her mouth. A sharp pain dug at the nape of her neck. Johnny let go of the chain, much to her neck's relief. The collar was hot, slipping against her sweat drenched neck. “Didn’t I tell you not to act up too much?”

A cold shiver hit her chest. Her body numbed. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Seeing his eyebrows stitched together, lips pressed tight as his hand remained over her mouth had her body ice up in shame.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” She sat up the moment Johnny released her. She disentangled from Jaehyun’s arms curled around her legs to stand on her knees. Wrapping her arms around Johnny’s neck she kissed his cheek. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Let me love you. Let me give you a titty fuck. Can I suck on your balls, Daddy? Cum on my face to remind me I’m yours?”

His arm was around her waist, pulling her body against his. A loud smack hit her ears before she felt the sting of Johnny’s palm on her ass. Eyebrows scrunched up, she moaned as she refused to break eye contact

“You didn’t need to let Daddy Jae know just how much you enjoyed his kisses. Who’s your Daddy?” Her ass burned like she’d slid down a metal slide as he smacked her again. And again. Third slap so forceful her hips jerked painfully against him. The skin of her ass was hot and aching. “Hm? Who’s your Daddy, Princess?”

“You are, Daddy.” She kissed him, whimpering against his lips as his fingers kneaded her stinging ass. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, mouth pressed against his collarbone as she felt his thumb circle around the entrance to her asshole. “Daddy.”

“So wet and loose, Princess.” He pushed in, one knuckle sinking in with ease. She shook, trying not to move as the uncomfortably pleasant pressure tickling her all day returned. “Your ass is mine tonight, understand?”

He pushed in deeper, mouth hanging open with hers as she inhaled deeply. The reassuring smile with his head nod, letting her know Daddy Johnny was proud of his Princess. The pressure was riding up deep inside of her, the coil at her core tightening.

“For now, Princess, what do you want Daddy Jae to do?”

“D-daddy Jae,” - she stopped to whimper as Johnny pulled his thumb out of her ass, the titillating pressure gone - “will you please keep kissing me here?”

Her fingers brushed over her curly pubes.

“Lie down on the bed, Princess.” Johnny left her side as she laid down flat on her back. Jaehyun was on his knees between her legs, fingers massaging the inside of her pliable thighs. “Such a tasty pussy, Princess.” He moaned as he licked up her slit. His tongue flicked against her asshole and taint, causing her hips to shake. “Even your tight asshole is a little sweet.”

Their moans joined the lewd squelches of Jaehyun assaulting her cunt. Tongue sliding all over her labia as his thumb glided over the rim of her asshole. Blinking away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she focused on Johnny taking his clothes off, eyes staring at Jaehyun’s naked body with hers.

“Daddy.”

She licked her lips as Johnny kicked his boxers away, large hand stroking his hardened rod. Her eyes focused on the heavenly thick cock, precum spilling out as his thumb rubbed his slit. His free hand reached out and massaged Jaehyun’s ass. The coil deep within twisted painfully as she watched Johnny’s hand dip between Jaehyun’s legs, out of her line of sight. Jaehyun whimpered into her.

“Daddy,” her voice trembled, mind frenzied with the motions of Jaehyun’s tongue on her, “are you playing with Daddy Jae?”

“Do you want to see it, Princess?” Johnny’s gaze met hers, his mouth curving up into a smile. The sounds of his wet strokes quickened, making Jaehyun shake the bed with his bucking hips. Hands on her thighs Jaehyun stilled as he moaned sweetly onto her clit. “Yeah, Jae, you like this? Let’s see if your flat ass tastes as sweet.”

Johnny’s face disappeared behind Jaehyun’s ass, though she saw his forehead bob up and down. The high pitched whimpers Jaehyun pushed into her shook her insides.

His tongue wiggled inside of her cunt, making her grab his wet tresses. Her moans joined the lewd noises Johnny was making as he ate Jaehyun’s ass.

Jaehyun’s uneven breathing affected the suction of his lips on her clit. She whined as the heat’s intensity lessened. Jaehyun’s fingers stilled. He threw his head up and moaned.

“Johnny! Daddy-fuck!”

She moaned with Jaehyun, fingers grasping his. Their fingers intertwined over her thighs. Jaehyun gave out a weak moan.

“There’s my little pet.” Johnny chuckled sweetly, head raising over Jaehyun's pale body. One hand stroked up over Jaehyun’s ass. Jaehyun gave a weak whimper, hips bucking. Face turning over his shoulder to look at Johnny. “Like how Daddy’s playing with your tight little hole? Miss how good I treat you?”

“Yes,” Jaehyun breathed out softly. She wanted to sit up and kiss Jaehyun, consume the moan Johnny had gotten out of him. “Daddy, I like your finger right there.”

She bit her bottom lip, chest feeling heavy as she watched Johnny’s eyes fixed on whatever he was doing to Jaehyun’s ass. He smirked whenever Jaehyun moaned or shook against her body.

Wasn’t this supposed to be about her?

“Daddy,” she called out, voice whining, “I can’t see anything. Can I-”

“Do you want a better view of your Daddies playing with each other, Princess?” Johnny looked up, making eye contact with her. “Come, here Jae. Show time for our Princess.”

“Princess,” Jaehyun was getting up, hand grabbing her wrist, “play with yourself to let us know how much you like our show.”

She whimpered as she pressed two fingers over her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, following the direction from Jaehyun’s hold.

“Look at that fine ass body.” Johnny grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist, tugging it away from her. “Princess, keep playing with your precious little pussy. Are you ready for the show?”

They stood at the foot of the bed, facing each other. Johnny released Jaehyun’s wrist, fingers drifting to glide down the pubes of Jaehyun’s happy trail. Gasping, Jaehyun shut his eyes, thrusting his hips forward with his hands on his hips. Johnny’s large hand was encircled around Jaehyun’s reddening shaft.

Jaehyun touched Johnny’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. They were quiet as Jaehyun caressed a hand over Johnny’s thick eight pack abs, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. Jaehyun breathed loudly through his mouth as Johnny kissed his thick, smooth neck.

“Yes, Daddy.” She exhaled out a whiny moan as she slid her middle finger against her clit, trying to match Johnny’s jerks on Jaehyun’s cock. “So fucking sexy, Daddy.”

“Do you hear that, hm?” Johnny’s hand grasped onto Jaehyun’s hip and pushed him to face the bed, his back against Johnny’s front. Hand pumping down Jaehyun’s veiny length, Johnny kissed his shoulder as he made eye contact with her. “Our Princess likes this, Jae. Do you like it?” Jaehyun’s high pitched moan rang against the walls as he thrust forward, eyes shut tight. His pants became shorter, erratic. “Sounds like a yes. What do you think, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She pushed her middle finger into her cunt, knees pressed together, right arm clamped between her plump thighs. Moaning, her free hand shot to grab her left breast. Fingers rubbing the engorged brown bud her two Daddies had played with to hypersensitivity. Nerves in her clit danced wildly. “Daddy Jae likes it.”

“I do,” Jaehyun rasped out. His hands grabbed Johnny’s arms. “I-I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Johnny let go of Jaehyun’s cock, getting a small sprinkling of precum to dribble out at the tip. “You need to cum inside our Princess. It’s her birthday, and it’s what she wants.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

One hand at his throat, Johnny pulled Jaehyun up against his chest.

“I think Daddy Jae needs to suck my dick for not returning the fucking favor.” He let go of Jaehyun’s leaking cock, slapped it - getting a grunt from Jaehyun - and pushed Jaehyun to his knees. “Suck Daddy’s cock, selfish slut. Utter amateur shit to cum from a fucking handjob like that.”

Wordlessly, on his knees, profile facing the Birthday Girl, Jaehyun looked up at Johnny and fisted his thick, lengthy rod. One hand holding Jaehyun’s shoulder, Johnny shut his eyes and hissed. Teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed.

She opened her legs and circled her middle finger over her clit with the slick she’d captured from her cunt. The sight of the two handsome men connected - pleasured moans colliding into a sweet melody in her ears - she moaned as her body’s rising heat distracted her focus. Chest and face burning up, head fuzzy from heat.

Jaehyun hummed, low and slow, thin lips blending in with Johnny’s reddened length. Pulling back, he slurped up against the smooth mushroom domed tip. Before he could go back down, Johnny pushed him away.

She yelped as she slid across the bed, left ankle in Johnny’s hold. Heat shot up from her pussy to her chest. Her sinuses singed as Johnny’s palm landed on her wet slit

“Didn’t I teach you how to play with your pussy, brat?”

Biting onto the knuckle of her middle finger, she muffled the moans that Johnny was forcing out with his fingers. Middle and ring finger thrusting hard into her cunt, he was relentless as he went in deeper. Fingers curling in, thumb rubbing her clit. Her cunt squelched with his rough pumps, unleashing thick spurts of her slick between her thighs.

“Daddy didn’t teach you to be lazy, Princess. Put in” -his index finger joined the next push- “some” -her fluids flowed out over his fingers- “fucking effort” -she mewled- “lazy brat.”

Thoughts shredded to dust, her whole body was ablaze as Johnny rutted furiously. Thumb flicking her clit with his pumps, he laughed as her bladder shook from the hard squeeze. Fluids flooded out of her, flying into the air before splattering and soaking into the bedsheets. She mewled, hips bucking, toes curled.

“Fuck, Princess, you look like you’ve just gone to the waterpark.” Johnny’s fingers were gone. Holding them up in the air, Johnny tilted the tips of his coated fingers down toward her body. Her face flared as her slick dribbled down onto her stomach and over her left thigh. “Aren’t you a lucky Birthday Girl? You’ve cummed twice. Come thank Daddy.”

Hands hooked under her armpits, Johnny pulled her to his side as he sat against the headboard. She whined lazily as her head rested on his stomach, ear pressed against his sweaty abs.

Nipples tingling, she dragged her hand over his damp leg. Her fingertips dipped into the valleys of his muscles. Pussy walls throbbing as she admired his mountainous thighs.

She hummed softly with closed lips as her fingers grazed over the shaft of his gorgeous cock. Pink and smooth. So thick that she struggled to keep a steady grip as she stroked him. His hand touched the top of her head as she opened her mouth and pushed the tip in.

His silence encouraged her to push in more with every head bob in and hand stroke down. Suck in harder. Moan more. And louder. Twist her wrist so her fingers were massaging his balls. He rewarded her with a soft approving hum.

Encouraged - his short “Mmm” rang like angels singing up above in heaven - she lifted his cock to hold against his stomach. Swirling her tongue over his wet, salty nut, she shut her eyes to savor a short sigh from Johnny.

Hand pressing his cock against his belly, the pointed tip of her tongue glided up the smooth, fleshy center parting of his balls.

Soft hiss against his teeth.

She sucked in his right nut. Licked it before sucking it again.

“What are you doing, Jae? Stop touching yourself and prepare our Princess for the main event.”

Johnny had both hands on her head, thumbs stroking the top tenderly. Mouth shut he gave a hum. Strokes at her head stilled.

His fingers pushed down and he thrust up into her, tip shoved against her tonsils, balls slapping her chin. She stopped moving, gagging on his cock as he thrust against her, hands keeping her in place.

“You’re so beautiful when you look like a filthy, sinful slut, Princess. Daddy’s so proud of you-” he fisted her hair, thrusting halted “-for thanking me like this.”

She tried not to retch as he freed her throat. Fist at his base, he swirled his wet tip over her lips before letting her go.

Johnny had her lay down flat on her back as Jaehyun’s lilty guffaw sent a calming shiver down her back. His fingertips on her knees drew a soft coo out of her. She looked up at Johnny, seated on his knees beside her.

“I love you, Princess,” Johnny breathed out as she grabbed his pulsating cock. Tongue swirling his earth heavy musk, she took hold of his shaft. “Just the tip for now, baby.”

Her eyes shut, nose filled with Johnny’s scent. Thighs and ass cheeks soothed by Jaehyun’s massages. Jaehyun’s tongue shoved into her cunt, thumb flicking her clit. He grunted into her. Sweat pooled down her body, chest shaking.

Her body spun and she lost sense of gravity as she felt him push one knuckle into her ass. She grabbed Jaehyun’s hair as he sucked on her clit. She mewled onto Johnny’s cock before he pulled out, face passive as he stared at her slimy spit coating his cock.

Jaehyun’s knuckle in her asshole pushed in deeper. Both her ass and pussy walls shook. Her core’s coil instantly twirled tight, forcing air out of her lungs. Her chest ached.

“Do you want us all to be happy, Princess?” Jaehyun was gone from between her legs. “Are you ready for your Daddies to give you the ride of your life?”

“Ride? Are you taking me somewhere?”

Both men laughed, Johnny bent down and kissed her at the top of her head. Jaehyun laid down to her left, chuckles catching at his throat as his dimples pushed deep into his skin. Her face flared with heat as she felt Jaehyun’s lips on her cheek.

“Daddy Johnny said your ass is his, so that means this pretty cunt-” he inhaled softly, middle finger sinking into her folds “-is mine. Princess, is this your first time being double dicked?”

“Yes, Daddy Jae.” She giggled. Sharp, hot tingles singed up her chest. “I want my Daddys inside me.”

Her slick coated his fingers, gliding over her folds. Her walls shook as he pumped two fingers inside. She whimpered, head rested against his chest as she felt his fingers glide from her cunt to her ass.

Her slick coating the rim of her asshole had her stomach and ass clench. She mewled as her walls squeezed down on his fingers, hands grabbing his neck.

“Fuck, Princess, Daddy Jae’s making your ass look so fucking sexy.” She inhaled through her mouth as she felt Johnny spooning her from behind, hand on her calf lifting it to hook over his leg. “Daddy’s waited all fucking day to fuck your ass. All fucking day. Happy birthday, Princess.”

She mewled, hand shooting to grab his wrist at her hip. His hot, sticky tip pushed up against her wet rim. Jaehyun’s lips were on her neck, sucking and nipping at her delicate skin. A finger flicked her nipple as he guffawed against her throat.

“Come on, Princess,” Jaehyun cooed, two fingers gliding over her clit before rubbing down, “relax your muscles, OK?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as she felt Johnny’s hot lips on the back of her shoulder. “Let’s-” he slid the burning head of his cock against her clit “-take our time.”

The tips of both his and Johnny’s cocks sunk into her. The pressure from either end created a force that prickled her cervix. Hands on his neck, she pressed her lips to Jaehyun’s. She cried against his lips as she felt Johnny’s cock stretch her asshole.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight.”

Her eyes were closed. All she tasted was Jaehyun’s salty, dewy lips. Johnny’s grip at her hip was bruising her. Heavy push pressing the bed springs against her from below.

With shaking hips, she thrust back, crying against Jaehyun’s lips as Johnny’s length sunk in deeper, tip hitting a hot spot that made her ass walls shake. Johnny moaned, palm slapping her ass. The impact reverberated pleasure deep into her core.

Jaehyun’s tongue pushed into her mouth, hand groping her hip, directly over Johnny’s hold. She felt split open from between her legs up to her belly. Coil deep in her cunt twisting evermore painfully sweet.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun hissed long and soft as his hot cock pushed into her cunt. Her eyes were shut, mind focused on the pressure at her guts. “So-fucking-tight-so-fuck-so-fucking…tight."

“Jaehyun!” Her fingernails dragged down his arm as he thrust sharply into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, creating a shallow friction. Blood flooded her brain like a tsunami, making her lose sense of anything. “Daddy!”

Johnny was grunting into the back of her neck. Thrusting up into her ass when Jaehyun pulled back. Their slow, careful thrusts created a new bloody tsunami in her brain. She blabbered incoherently as spit flew out of her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. Face burning like she was falling headfirst into the fiery gates of hell.

“Such a tight ass.” Johnny’s voice was muffled as he spoke through gritted teeth. “That stretcher only did so much, Princess.”

“Daddy.” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a gasp. “Big-so big. Full. I’m-full.”

Johnny’s laughs reverberated up her spine. The coil at her core spun tighter as his cock pushed her walls apart. It felt so full and thick, she lost vision when his tip hit against her G-spot.

“Squeezing my cock so tight, Princess.” Johnny kissed her shoulder. “Barely halfway in and this is all you can take.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Shh!” Hand pulling her face toward him, he kissed her. “You’ll still make me cum. Daddy loves how tight and small your asshole is. Still so pure, Princess.” Her coil was so tight her hips shook. “Your hole won’t be able to hold all this cum, Princess. You won’t mind Daddy marking you.”

Johnny stilled when she felt a burst of wetness against her ass. The hot cum was inside of her, making her insides moist. Curves of her ass were covered in his thick seed. Groaning, Johnny slid his softening shaft against her ass, smearing the cum.

Jaehyun’s grip on her hip tightened. He breathed erratically through his mouth as the snaps of his hips strengthened. Her nipples ached as he gave a high pitched mewl.

“Princess, you’re mine! So fucking tight!”

She cried, fingernails continually scratching his sweaty, smooth skin. His cock was moving with longer strokes in and out of her, his tip hitting her cervix with such force she gasped for air with his every move. She lost sense of everything, the only thing her mind could hold onto was Jaehyun's stuttering groan as fire consumed her whole body.

Red. Blistering heat. She’d fallen into hell, the Devil consuming her.

* * *

She heard the splash of water before feeling her whole body relaxed and warm. She’d been placed inside a hot bubble bath.

Slowly opening her eyes, she was in the familiar clawfoot bathtub of Johnny’s master bath.

The window curtains were closed, but she could tell it was dark outside. On the sink countertop sat two lit cucumber scented candles.

Seated on the toilet - lid down - sat Johnny, facing her. He was fully clothed in crisp black trousers and a pristine white button up top. Beautiful locks of hair slicked up in a perfect quiff.

“Princess, how do you feel?” He immediately bent down beside her. His hand dove under the bubbles to scoop up the chamomile infused water and poured it over her left shoulder.

“Daddy?”

“I’m here, Princess. You’re safe.”

“What happened?” She reached up, hand touching his cheek. “You and Daddy Jae were fucking me so good-I’m sorry Da-”

He kissed her lips, thumb stroking gently against her cheek.

“No apologies needed, Princess. Daddy Jae and I had a great time. How do you feel? It’s your birthday, what matters is how you feel.”

She sat up slightly, looking down at the pearly, fluffy bubbles. Floating over her, clinging to her damp skin. The warmth of the bath water radiated through her entire body.

Her fingers glided up her thighs, delicately brushing over her slit. Her insides felt heavy, and ached. But her skin felt the familiar sweet dull throb. Her swollen lips radiated with a pain like a sunburn. Neck, throbbing near her shoulders - as if she had a carpet burn.

“I feel amazing, Daddy. Thank you for the best birthday present a Princess could ask for.”

“I want you to be happy, Princess.” His hand slipped under the water as they kissed. She gasped onto his tongue as his thumb circled around her clit. Palming the inside of her thigh, he chuckled. Pressing his forehead to hers when they broke the kiss, his hand left the water. “I have some business to take care of. I won’t be gone long, promise. When I return, we’ll eat cake.”

“OK, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Princess. Happy birthday.”

He kissed her one more time before getting up. Drying his arms and hands on the towel beside the sink, he winked at her. Blew her a kiss before leaving.

She grabbed the green bar of soap, humming to herself. Lathering up her neck and shoulders with the jasmine scented soap. Fingers massaging her aching muscles.

The sounds of whistling joined her humming. A moment later Jaehyun entered from where Johnny exited just minutes ago.

“Hi Princess.”

He walked over, bending down beside her. Just like Johnny did.

Something about the gentle half grin itched her mind, as if she’d forgotten to lock the front door. Eyes fixed on his beautiful face, she wanted to let go of the sensation.

The collar to his unbuttoned shirt flapped against his Adam’s apple. She was fixated, swallowing air as he spoke.

“Daddy Johnny wants to make sure you’re safe while he’s out.” Index finger gliding over the foamy peaks of the bubbles in the tub, Jaehyun retrieved his hand when his finger was a millimeter away from her shoulder

“Oh, I’ve been home alone when Daddy has to go do business before.”

“That’s great, but you don’t mind if I help take care of you, do you?”

“Not at all.” She set the soap down and reached for her washcloth. Jaehyun took it from her and dipped it into the bath water before bringing it up to wash her shoulder. “Thank you.”

He nodded, gentle smile appearing as his dimple appeared. She giggled, feeling heat hit her cheeks. His hair flopped over his forehead.

The door locking sensation made her stomach flip.

Did she forget to do something?

The gentle touch of the washcloth moving down her arm unleashed a warmth into her chest. Mind clouded with fire, she tilted her head toward his, pressing her lips against his.

“Thank you for cleaning me, Daddy.”

Jaehyun’s hand dipped under the water, fingers pinching her nipple. Her cheeks burned as fiery blood rushed up faster to her head. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes locked with hers.

“I want you all to myself, Princess.”

She shut her eyes as he kissed her again, this time harder, tongue licking her lips.

She was his, all his.

The End?

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Thank you for reading! Please enjoy Halloween!!

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