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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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Eddie's hard work has finally paid off. Corroded Coffin is the new sensation and soon enough, Eddie gets an invitation for an interview, one that could promote the band on a much larger scale. He's excited but also terrified and Steve, being the supportive boyfriend he is (and also CC's unofficial mascot, "the yellow sweater boy" or simply "Stevie" to the fans) offers to go with Eddie. Eddie introduces Steve as his "emotional support ex-jock" and it goes well.

Until it doesn't.

Eddie gets more lively as he talks about the band's beginnings, the inspiration behind their songs and their influences, his own musical idols and influences. He's at ease, gesturing animatedly as he explains the evolution of the band's style, so he's caught off guard when the interviewer brings up that fateful spring of 1986. Eddie freezes, opens his mouth but nothing comes out. The memory of snapping bones, feeling of helplessness...it all comes flooding back.

But where Eddie feels like curling up into a ball and hoping the world will finally leave him alone, Steve is ready and prepared. He grasps Eddie's shoulder - Eddie blurted out a confession in one of his concerts so it's no secret for his fans that they're together, but why tempt fate - and gives the reporter a wide smile, sincere to someone who doesn't know him. He slips into his charming persona and speaks for the first time during the interview. "Thank you for asking this question," he says and the drop of poison easily dissolves in the sweetness of his voice. "I hope my recollection will be enough because I sure don't want to have Eddie go through all that horror again. But I assure you...I was there for nearly all of it. So ask away. I'm glad to finally set the record straight."

And so Steve talks about that March, about how Eddie found Chrissy dead in his trailer, mutilated in such an inhumane way his body took control and got him out, no call to the police, not a single thought. He mentions there was a witness who saw him enter the trailer and immediately stumble out, not enough time to harm anyone (Max has stuck to this story and never changed it, no matter how much anyone pushed). He talks about how he met Eddie later, how shaken he was and how the town started a manhunt for Eddie for no good reason, except that he was different. "He started a club for kids who were outcasts, who just wanted to remain children for a bit longer - and the whole town went to hunt them down. They attacked a thirteen year old girl. They beat up a fifteen year old boy just for belonging to the club."

Now it's Eddie's turn to grasp Steve's shoulder, his arm, worried about his sharp tone, his hardly contained anger. But Steve carries on, staring the reporter down as he stutters that he will have to verify this information. "This is rather different from the official story," he says, his forehead glistening with sweat.

And Steve just flashes the disarming smirk that established him as King Steve once upon a time and tells him to verify it all, please. Because Eddie Munson has nothing to hide and neither does the Corroded Coffin. "It's not different if you paid any attention to the police report," he mentions calmly, leaning back in the chair. "People don't like to speak ill of the dead, but a dead person is exactly who's at fault here. Jason Carver riled up the mob. He bought a revolver after he did that, publicly for self-protection, but..." he shrugs, buries the edge in his voice under his charm yet again. "We have a witness that heard him admit who it was for." Dead men tell no tales, but Nancy Wheeler sure does.

And as the reporter scrambles to put together a coherent thought, Steve lands the finishing blow. "It's a shame you only invited Eddie to discuss this," he says and the sympathy in his voice is almost believable. "After all, his band mates were also targeted and attacked."

The reporter stares at him, speechless.

"Oh, you didn't know?" The disbelief is genuine for once and he leans in, looks the man straight in the eye. "Jason Carver and his friends went to interrogate the band, you know. Only to talk, they said. Except they almost broke Gareth's hand during that talk. Once again...there is a witness. A different one, if you were about to ask. Perhaps you should talk to them too, I can give your their contact details. You know," he adds, smiling at the reporter, "I am incredibly thankful you brought this up. There aren't many who are willing to dig up old wrongs to set things right. I wasn't sure what to expect of this interview, there was always a possibility of someone malicious taking advantage of this traumatizing event, just to get a shocking scoop on a bunch of guys who have worked incredibly hard to get where they are. I was wary because there are always people willing to destroy lives just to get a bit further in theirs. I'm so grateful you aren't one of them. Because I see you as someone who wants to do more than shock their audience...I think you're someone who wants the truth, no matter how ugly it is."

And no matter what the reporter intended before, he is that man now. He nods frantically, assuring Steve that he will bring justice to Eddie and the Corroded Coffin. Steve Harrington has that effect on people - if he believes in someone, that belief is often enough to give that final push. Anything to keep Steve Harrington's faith, not to disappoint that earnest look in his eyes. Eddie almost feels sorry for the reporter - after all, he knows the best what his boyfriend is like when he doesn't hold back. It's a sight to behold.

After a few reassurances from the reporter, the man finally turns to Eddie. "I apologize for bringing up bad memories, Eddie," he says and perhaps this time he means it. Eddie would like to believe that. "Is there...would you like to add anything?"

Eddie thinks screw it and firmly grasps Steve's hand, homophobia be damned. He needs to get through this. "Yes, actually..." he says and his voice is low, almost broken, but at least it's coming out now, carrying the words he's wanted to shout at the world for years now. "That night...was probably the worst night of my life. Worse than when I almost died. Well. When I actually died before someone brought me back," he smiles at Steve, briefly, before turning back to the man scribbling down every word. "It took me a long time to realize I couldn't have done anything to save Chrissy. Hell, some days I still don't believe myself, I'm thinking if I've done something differently, been faster, but...in the end, it didn't matter. Doesn't stop me from feeling like I failed her."

Steve knows these things, of course. That's why he doesn't interrupt, just strokes his thumb over Eddie's whitening knuckles.

"Chrissy Cunningham was a wonderful, bright girl. She was friendly to everyone, even outcasts like me. There is no way in hell I'd ever want to harm someone that...that warm. Kind. The truth of the matter is - for years I didn't defend myself against these accusations that still appear from time to time, no matter what the official investigation said. I didn't sue anyone even though I was advised several times to do so, for the slander, the attempts at my life. Because you...because I felt guilty just for being there. For surviving when she didn't." He looks at the reporter with full force now, straightens his spine. "But I knew Chrissy Cunningham and I know she wouldn't want anyone feeling guilty for something they didn't do. She brought joy to others, not misery. And I want to honor her memory. So once and for all, for the record - I didn't kill Chrissy. I never hurt her, couldn't have. But I still keep her with me as an inspiration, as a soothing voice behind every bitter thought - I don't talk about her, don't use her story for publicity because she didn't, doesn't deserve that. But she's what I think of when I see bright smiles of our fans, when I see young people having fun at our concerts - I wish, more than anything, that she could have been one of them. So I try to bring as much joy into this world as I can to make up for the empty space she left behind, even if that might never be enough. That's all."

The interview spreads like a wildfire. Headlines like "Corroded Coffin's Eddie Munson breaks silence for the first time!" or "CC's frontman reveals details of persecution and mass hysteria in 1986". The news pick up the story, question the people in Hawkins who deflect or begrudgingly admit to their actions, justifying their deeds...but some of them talk. Karen Wheeler becomes the star of the show, recalling in horror the hunt for her daughter and her son's friends. "I vouch for Steve Harrington's recollection," she says firmly, shushing her husband's feeble attempts at deflection. "I'm glad someone finally had the courage to call the spring of 1986 what it really was - a witch hunt."

Eddie finally has the courage to do what he's wanted for years - he names the next album This One's For You, Chrissy. The world knows now, it knows that he mourned for her in his own way and that she meant so much to him, as a first extended hand, as a symbol, as a human being. He donates as many profits as he can to a foundation in Chrissy's name, providing the much needed mental health support to Hawkins children and teenagers. And piece by piece, Eddie Munson heals.

Before the interview becomes the sensation it is, Eddie crushes Steve in a hug and thanks him for everything, for making this burden easier. He's still worried his words will get twisted, that there will be a new wave of hatred, but Steve just chuckles and kisses his head. He reaches into the leather satchel he had at the interview and presents Eddie with a dictaphone - everything they've just talked about recorded. "Please, Eddie," he rolls his eyes in that bitchy way that has Eddie swooning, "I may be pretty, but I'm not stupid or naive."

Apart from the much needed closure and at least partial justice, there is an unusual side effect to this whole ordeal - Steve gets a new nickname in the Corroded Coffin fan base. After the way he handled the interview, after shielding Eddie and his band mates from unwanted attention, he becomes "The Guard Dog Steve", also lovingly referred to as "Golden Retriever Steve". Eddie loves it. Steve finds it ridiculous, but it makes Eddie smile so maybe it's worth it.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie drabble #corroded coffin #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things drabble #protective steve harrington

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norrisleclercf1 · 10 months

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Preyed

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Toxic, Manipulative, Obsessed Pierre, Pierre played mind games with you in the club, this is not a healthy relationship please know this a work of fiction, Charles tries to protect you, Pierre wants to own you, talks of kidnapping, violence, Pierre almost kills a guy, just borderline unhealthy, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Requested: Yes/No

Request: I lost the request that was sent in for it, all I remember is for it to be Possessive/Obsessed! Pierre and Leclerc!Reader

Words: maybe between 2.0K to 2.5K

A/N: I have a weakness for dark!Pierre I really do it's a problem

Growing up, you've always had a crush on Pierre. It was stupid and there was no way you'd ever be able to date him. But that was the thing with this crush, it was to remain a crush and that was it.

He's your brothers best friend, and at that your older brothers friend. Pierre will always see you as the baby sister of his friend, never as a women. At least that's what you thought.

As you got older and grew more into your body, boys started to notice you. Charles hated it, but it's normal for your older brother to hate when guys stare at you. Pierre on the other hand, felt this incredible rage and disgust when guys would stare or even so much as look at you.

He didn't understand why he felt this way, tried to chalk it up to you being like a sister to him, but even Charles didn't react the way Pierre would. Both of them out drinking one night when a mutual friend made a comment about your body, and what he would like to do with your mouth.

Charles of course, get's pissed and tells the dude off. But, Pierre? He beats the shit out of the guy, so much so they have to pay their friends off to never speak about what happened.

Charles worried about his friend asks what that is all about, Pierre just shrugs and says he had to much to drink. After that night they never spoke about it, and you remained oblivious to the fact Pierre almost killed a man for speaking about you.

Now you're older and able to join them on their nights out. When you come with them, Pierre moves around you. Like a lion stalking it prey he makes sure no guys approach you. You're at that age when the male gaze does feel good, and you want that attention.

Tonight was no different, you dressed up wanting Pierre's attention, really anyone's attention. Stepping out to see your brother and Pierre waiting outside you blush, seeing the way Pierre's eyes burn into you.

"Go change." You reel back, feeling like you've just been slapped. "Pierre." Charles groans, pinching his nose. This was a never ending fight between you two. You wore something revealing and Pierre would be furious and make you change, you'd cave and do as he says hating when he was mad at you. Except for tonight.

"No. Let's go." You stomp down the street heading to a new club that just opened. You can hear low whispering behind you, peaking you see Pierre growing angrier and angrier as the seconds pass, Charles annoyed probably explaining how you're grown now.

"She's a baby." Pierre snaps careful that you don't hear. "Pierre? What the fuck? She's old enough to make her own choices, we're just here to make sure she's safe." Charles didn't like your outfit either, but he wasn't your keeper, he was just your brother.

"Charles......if you're okay with what she's wearing clearly you don't love her enough or care enough! Think about all the disgusting pigs that are going to want her? Doesn't that make you sick?" Pierre snaps voice still low.

Charles freezes, in all the years he's never seen Pierre this furious about your outfit. Something was wrong, and Charles's gut was screaming to not leave you two alone.

"Pierre, maybe you should go home. You're going to get fucked up and you might kill someone with the way you're acting. Go." Charles pushes Pierre slight.

Something snaps in Pierre, laughing as he shakes his head he storms off not wanting to snap and hurt Charles or anyone else who might hurt or touch you.

Getting to the club you notice that Pierre is no longer there. "Where's Pear?" Your anger at him fizzling out. "He had to go do something, don't worry it's for the better." Charles reassures, his nerves calmed down now that his friend wasn't near you.

Nodding you both, get into the club. For an hour or two you stay by each other side, but soon Charles sees other friends and yells he's going to join them. You wave him off, getting sucked into the music.

Closing your eyes, you let the alcohol, lights, and adrenaline take you over, dancing without a care in the world, you don't even notice hands moving your hips. Leaning into the body you both grind into one another.

Pierre had cooled down, deeming it fine for him to join you two he enters the club. "Jesus fuck, why are there so many damn people." He curses unable to find you and Charles.

Giving up he heads to the bar, ordering a drink. As time passes, Pierre drinks more and more, until he's buzzed. He gets dragged to the dance floor by some girls, dancing with them. Dancing through the crowd, he finds a girl.

One that reminds him of you, back turned to him he decides to move up behind her, and starts to dance with her. He doesn't know what prompted him to do it, but he wanted to forget about you. And using someone's body was the way he was going to do it.

Pulling the girls hips into his, his arms pull her close as he grinds against him. Pierre groans, letting all inhabitations go. Hand wrapping around the girls neck he pulls her back. "Can I kiss you?" His voice dark and rumbly, lights flashing here and there.

Unable to see the person's face he hears a yes. He smirks and rips her back by her neck and kisses them deeply. Cursing when he realizes she doesn't know how to kiss, he leads but soon she picks it up. Pulling away his hands grope and pull.

He wishes he could see the girls face, it would make it easier for him to not picture you, wishing this was you. Two bright strobe lights hit them, showing Pierre who was in front of him.

"Fuck!" He growls, ripping his body off the girls.

You whine at the loss of contact from your mystery guy, turning the strobe lights illuminate the man that was touching you. "Pierre?" You gasp seeing your brothers friend. Pierre stands there without saying a word but turns on his heel and gets swallowed up by the crowd.

You feel hurt, anger, shame, every emotion hitting you one after another. Shoving your way through the crowd you get the bar, ordering shots. Taking one after another you try to ignore the look on Pierre's face.

So distracted by your hurt feelings you don't notice the guy next to you, but you quickly become aware of him when he touches your ass. Jumping away he chuckles. "Wanna have some fun?" You try hard not to retch smelling the alcohol leak out of every pore on his body.

"No thanks." You try to move away from him, but his hand shoots out, stopping you. "Let me go." Trying again, but he presses himself into you. Grimacing you close your eyes, feeling himself on your leg you curse, frantically trying to get away.

"Get. the. fuck. off. her." You hate the way your body reacts to the voice. The way it bursts into flames, how your heart rate spikes, and your legs become weak. You hated it.

The guy turns and scuffs, pushing off you the drunk lumbers away. Bracing yourself against the bar, legs jell-o you force yourself to look at Pierre. His eyes bore into yours, like a wildfire left to burn blazes in them.

"Pear." You whimper reaching out for him. All restraint is snapped hearing you whimper out that stupid nickname. His arms pull you in as he storms out of the club, Charles far to drunk to even care you two are leaving much less that you two will be alone.

Hitting the streets he drags you far away, until he reaches his apartment. Pierre is silent the entire time, not even looking at you as he shoves you into the apartment and slams the door, locking it.

"Pear." You reach out for him, but he flinches at your touch almost like you burned him. His chest moves up and down quickly, trying to calm down. "Don't. Don't come near me." He grounds out. When he saw that guy touch you, the urge to murder him was very strong, so much so he could taste blood in his mouth.

Pierre didn't want you to be near him like this, he didn't want something so good and pure in his life to be near this side of him. He's supposed to protect you and love you, that his job as your brothers friend. Yet, this love he felt for you wasn't an innocent love.

It's all consuming, taking over every being and sane part of him. He wanted you to himself, never to look at another male, much less be near one. So, when he found out it was you he was dancing with, he had to leave or else he'd claim your body, mind, soul, and heart. You'd belong to him wholly.

"Do you hate me? Is that why? You won't let me touch you? Be near you?" His head snaps up, seeing your face crumble as tears streak down your face. "Don't. Please don't cry over me." His voice breaking, large hands cupping your face as he wipes the tears away.

"Look at me, don't cry because of me." He begs pulling you in so you're pressed against him. "Pear, I'm sorry. I should've changed, I should've listened. I won't ever do it again, I promise. I'll be good just don't be mad at me." You sob shaking your head, hating that Pierre was mad at you.

Pierre smirks, proud with how easy it was to get you to submit to him. "Shhhh." He hushes, hugging you. "Pear please, I'll do anything, just don't leave me." You whimper pulling the older boy into you. He freezes hearing those words, leave your mouth. Oh you'd regret saying that, because now there was no leaving him.

"Anything?" He whispers pulling your head back so you could look up at him, through your tears your nod your head. "Anything." You whisper back.

"Be mine." He smirks, fingers digging into your face, you whimper. "Mine?" You repeat back. "Yes, mine. Mine to hold, to love, to own. I want to be the one to make you cry, scream, fight, whimper, moan. To be the one who fucks you so good you never think about another man, mine to cause these tears because I'm fucking you so deep, you can't form a thought. Mine to pump full of my cum that you carry my children. Mine to own, mind, body, and soul. You'll never leave me again, this is what I mean when I say be mine." He pushes you against the door staring down at your wide eyes and blotched cheeks.

"If you're scared and don't want that, then leave." The sound of the lock fills the still apartment. "But, if you leave......I'm hunting you down, I don't care if you scream for fucking help. I'll drag you back here." He growls, as your eyes grow wider.

You knew your mind was screaming to run, but your body refused to move. If anything it craved it, screaming at you to say yes to Pierre, to be owned by him thoroughly.

"What's choice?" Shaky hands you feel for the door handle, watching as his eyes darken they become cold and void of emotions. Fingers playing with the handle you find the lock.

The sound of it locking, has Pierre's eyes soften as a kind smile replaces itself on his lips. "That's my good girl." His hands let go of your face, seeing bruises of his fingers already forming he frowns, having left marks.

"Come with me." He whispers, pulling you down the dark hallway, and away from the door, away from your freedom.

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colliope · 5 months

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How date-able are twst boys? ♡

inspired by @sunsguilt

Features all chars, and gets pretty suggestive btw. Otherwise mostly crack +fluff

a/n: my first writing! I hope u enjoy :) if not then go die i guess

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Riddle Rosehearts - I don't ljke him. If we're talking pre-overblot he'd banish you to that headlock thing with his unique magic if you ever tried to ask him out or flirt with him. Post-overblot hed be really shy in getting into a relationship but wants to be cared for and protected. But he's not standing up for u in front of his mom tho you'll have to deal with her urself

6/10 he’s a sweet boy, just too bossy and not assertive enough to his mom. Divorceablity is quite high with this one.

Cater Diamonds - low-key relatable to me. BUT. His slang gets annoying after a while. His constant posting without peoples permission is weird too. Picture this. He's meeting your family for the first time, and you sit to have dinner. Cater takes a pic of you guys and posts it with the caption "With bae their fam, I'm a bit nervous guys wish me luck!🥺"#girldad #boymom #saveme Your family assumed it's his humor. WRONG. It's his way of coping with his uncomfortability. When it's silent during dinner he says" OH EM GEE GIRLYPOPS!!!, this food is so SLAY💅!! Tysm bestiessss" Your family gives him the nastiest side eye. He never speaks again.

7/10 he seems to be a pretty sweet and understanding person, just needs better ways to express himself . Also he calls your mother queenie.

Trey Clover - he’s an interesting guy. You'll typically see him as an npc, but he's much more than that. Have you seen his *tips fedora * "m'lady" stare?? Yeah there's definitely something strange going on there. He's a pretty family oriented guy tho, and he loves to bake for his s/o and to provide comfort and care.

8/10 he's probably one of the more normal ones that I would actually date. Or be friends with. Just keep one eye open when your sleeping with ur with him tho

Ace Trappola- I don't understand how someone could even like him. He's the kinda kid to push you off the swing during recess and when you tell the teacher he'll go like "NUH UH!! THEY HIT ME FIRST!!" . Plus he's canonically not a good partner lmaoooo

3/10 he’s not even a middle schooler. Too pebble brained. Don't date a gremlin like him. maybe if he finds someone like him he might maintain a steady relationship.

Deuce Spades- no thoughts head empty. He needs a little direction in life but he's got a goal in mind. He's a lil stupid but he's getting there. He's such so sweet and silly you have to love him. But he needs to mature a bit before entering a long term relationship

6/10 not my type, I would go for his mom instead. Plus his dad is literally dr.eggman, that explains everything. but yeah he's got what It takes, be kind to him. He's fragile. Like an egg.

ᓚᘏᗢ Savannaclaw ᓚᘏᗢ

Leona Kingscholar - girl he is 21 years old he should be in the CLUB!!!!! But no. He's sitting alone eating Kentucky fried chicken alone on a Friday night. If he really wanted someone, he could go for it, but he seriously can't be bothered. If you do manage to get him attached to you it'll take him a while to fully love you as much as you love him, as well as put in the same amount of effort .

7/10- I don't think he genuinely needs a partner. He's got his own issues to sort out. But when he falls, he falls hard. I wonder how hard his abs are.

Ruggie Bucchi - Rugbartholomew !!!! The scrunkly. The scrimp. It'll be so fun horsing around with this guy. Being his s/o is like being his partner in crime. It'll be fun, and you guys support each other . He really cares abt his loved ones and always tries to bring something to the table for them, literally and metaphorically. Midnight runs to seven eleven. He's working 10 jobs at a time. He's EMPLOYED. He's a boyemployee. He just needs his girlboss to complete him.

5/10 he's a bit scummy tbh. It'll take him a while to fully trust someone. He’d do some sleazy things for money. It also gives you the ick when he smells donuts and starts floating towards them.

Jack Howl- he's surprisingly normal. He's got a set sleep schedule , he's healthy, he has set routines, and healthy coping mechanisms. But that's the thing. as much as he is such a caring and gentle lover, these routines take up most of his life and time. He would be waking you up at ungodly hours for a morning jog only for you to pass out midway to Mount Kilimanjaro. .

7/10 -he dates for marriage, and he’s really serious about his future and starting a family. So he’s such a loyal and protective guy. He's just too much of a gym bro. He prefers pre-workout over partners. Also he unironically likes alpha/werewolf quotes.

𓆝𓆟𓆜 Octivinelle 𓆝𓆟𓆜

Azul Ashengrotto- I love him so much. He's so me guys you don't get it (capitalism) but that aside, HES SO DAMN WEIRD LMAOOOOOO like he thinks he has rizz but he just looks like a Reddit 'nice guy'. Legitimately says m'lady. He gives off the fake dating trope to me. He'd date you to get something out of you but then actually fall hard bc he's touch starved and longs to feel emotionally vulnerable but is afraid of it. So he's an absolute mess in a relationship and needs a lot of reassurance. But yeah he's pretty bitchless

7/10 he's gorgeous, but he sounds like that one pufferfish singing thing. I relate to him a lot so he gets points. Also since his parents are divorced he definitely has a high divorceability. I have a theory in the works that since we don't know who his biological father is, it might just be Mr. Krabbs. Like it's never said he's a full octopus (to my knowledge). SpongeBob and squidward are Floyd and Jade respectively. SpongeBob X twisted wonderland when?

Floyd Leech- he drank battery acid as a baby. Like dude you're in love with a nuclear fission bomb. If you like Floyd, you're just as fucked up as he is. It's okay tho, he's a very physically affectionate guy and may be overly possessive and obsessive but that's just his charm dw abt it. He also does thing like "if you hug me, expect a little nibbling on your earlobe 😝" and he bites off your entire ear.

2/10 his kisses taste like fish and sheet metal, and he licks short peoples heads when no one's looking.

Jade Leech- if you saw him eat mushrooms well no you didn't because if he eated mushrooms then he would have not eating mushroom bc no . His version of love is psychological warfare . He’s a mysterious guy. Let's set a scenario for him. You're sitting in the monstro lounge. You see a tall, dark and handsome man across the bar with a mysterious aura. You catch his gaze and quickly dart your eyes away. But his never stop staring at you. He comes up to you and you guys chat naturally . He buys you a drink, your favorite actually. He knows all the ways to make you swoon. He’s so dreamy. Then he says that he put cyanide in your drink as joke. Then he lets it slip he's been stalking you for days. You find out his a wanted criminal. And end scene. Yeah that's romance with him.

4/10 he's an attentive and observant guy, but sadly that's way before you guys are dating and he's a psych ward escapee.

𓄼𖣠 Scarabia 𖣠𓄹

Kalim Al-Asim - OTTERRRR!!! I love otters. He’s like deuce. But rich. And more innocent(ignorant). He’s so head over heels for his s/o bro. He’d shower them with his love and gifts. He still has a lot to learn in life, but he's willing to give it all to you. You should be honored.

6/10 he's my son. Treat him well. I can’t forgive him for what he did to Jamil tho.

Jamil Viper- AWWHH YEAH BABY!!! He’s so Fine oml. But personal bias aside, he's very much insane. He’s just a closeted insane.pre-overblot he wouldn't even date u bro he would pretend u don't exist but then hate u being around Kalim. Post-overblot he accidentally avoids you because he has no idea how to express or hide his feelings for you. Okay but definitely has w rizz. Azul seethes at the sight him. Like chewing up his fedora and spitting it out type shit. Men wish they were Jamil.

8/10 he's so wifey, he can cook he can clean I will give him a ring if u don't. Minus points for the attempted murder, but still he's pwetty so I forgive him (*^ω^*) . He probably once got hit in the head with a basketball with you looking.

⊹𖥔˖࣪ Pomefiore⊹𖥔˖࣪

Vil Schoenheit - okay this one's hard cus he's literally just my mother. But more fierce diva cunty. I've been sleeping on his character ngl, but now that I think about it he's pretty relatable. Like everyone wishes to be beautiful, in some sort of way. I think in a relationship he'll need some reassurance about his looks, but also about it his partner only wants him for his looks. I don't think he actually has high standards, he would probably want someone pretty normal, but also takes good care of themselves, not just appearance-wise.

8/10 he's pretty good as an s/o, but the fame aspect will make things very difficult. Also expect him to be brutally honest with you or pick apart your appearance. He's just trying make sure u look ur best bro he's caring like that. Would make an excellent rupauls drag race judge.

Rook Hunt - I have sent a nuke to your exact coordinates. Why would u want him bro he’s Fr*nch AND a felon. There's no good aspects of this relationship he has negative rizz and his fucking bob makes him look like SpongeBob took the gay potion from the dark web at 3 am. also, he's already mentally married you and has your wedding dress prepared as well as a loan taken out for your new family home before you even know his name.

0/10 Mr Electric KILL HIM!!! Probably the kinda guy to post a selfie captioned "who want me" and then before epel can reply "the mental hospital " his post gets taken down due to mass reporting and his account gets suspended and he's put on an fbi watchlist.

Epel Felmier- ngl mood bro. It's so annoying being seen as fragile and weak simply for your inherent femininity.I believe in a relationship he'd want someone that tells him what he wants to hear. He'll have some trouble accepting some facts, especially with his anger issues, but he'll learn to sort that out. He's a sweet boy at heart. He just feels he needs to overcompensate due to his appearance.

6/10 I'm not an anger issues kinda guy. It takes resilience to deal with, something i don't have for that. He probs listens to red pill podcasts while on a tractor. He's a 14 year old boy who just discovered Andrew Tate (he's deathly afraid of women)

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Idia Shroud- no. I have no idea how you could have feelings for him if you've never seen him. And definitely not online bc 1. He would never engage in that 2. Theres nothing romantic about the call of duty lobby. Also another guy with negative rizz. But not like in the creepy way like rook but in a loser way. He genuinely believes he is unfit for a relationship and that he is undeserving of love. If somehow he finds someone like that he'd be attached to them until the day he dies.

8/10 I love me a loser boy. He def has trust issues and paranoia but who doesn't in this game. He's rich so he could spoil u with the battle pass for literally any game. Plus ortho ends up becoming your little brother too. It's a win-win. Also don't ask him if the carpet matches the drapes.

Ortho Shroud- would probs hire u to date his brother out of genuine fear the dude would be alone for the rest of his life.

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪Diasomnia𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

Malleus Draconia - his prehistoric charm and awkward demeanor had captivated you, it seems. But yeah he's the kinda guy to say lines like "For the world could be dying and I would have never noticed it because I would have been not paying attention to the world itself, but would be gazing into your eyes watching them shine like the stars". He's soooo down bad. he's so happy to finally have someone to love him. Very very very loyal. But sometimes toes the line of yandere.

9/10 he's so wonderful. All he wants is to love and be loved. But he still thinks of romance in this Victorian ages and gets hard when he sees your ankles or sumn.

Lilia Vanrouge- this Gent a wee bit peculiar innit? He has connections within the furry community that could destroy your life in seconds. He's everything. He’s everywhere. All at once. He genuinely has dabbled in many different things over the years , so he'll never run out of stories to tell. Many 3 am Minecraft dates. Those upside down Spider-Man kisses. He’s more than ready to settle down with someone have kids of his own. Maybe have a girl. Name her draculaura, you know the rest. He probably went to monster high ngl. But he's a much more mature kinda guy. Definitely knows what he wants in a relationship. He's reasonable too. But you guys don't sleep in the same bed he hangs from the ceiling in a sleeping bag.

9/10 he's a bit vertically challenged and sometimes summons ancient demons by accident. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear in forgotten languages.

Silver - he's the female gaze bro. He's gorgeous . He’s legitimately a normal dude. But I don't think he's even been near a woman before. No rizz. Just soldier and eepy. But he definitely wants an s/o who can care for him a lot considering his narcolepsy. It's something that worries him a lot, and needs a person who's full of love to give, not only to him but to his family. But you're always welcome to nap with him underneath a tree in the warm sun.

7/10 he's a bit narrow-minded, only having a few goals set in mind and a strict regimen as a soldier. You have to work around that and his disorder in order to be his s/o. It's a lot dude. Especially when he leans in for a kiss but falls asleep inside and hits his head on the way down and gets brain damage.

Sebek Zigvolt- this gator wouldn't last a day in the Everglades bruh ‼️🚫I actually despise him. I have a picture of him in my room that I chew on when I get angry. Why is he always yelling. Why is he so obsessed with malleus even outside of his job. Actually, he probably leaves you for malleus. no chance with him bruh. But seriously you need to be super determined to get with him if you manage go past his alarm clock-like exterior. he's lonely.

3/10 I would turn him into a purse.his version of dirty talk is going "do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior wakasama-" and then you make him put his clothes back on and leave.

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maxiscoolongg · 4 months

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"NEVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM."

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PATRICK HOCKSETTER X FEM!LATNIA READER X HENRY BOWERS

WARNINGS: kinda yandere?, I'm not Latina or anything so I will be using Google translate for some stuff!, angry scared reader, swearing, Patrick being patrick, mention of murder?,

Summary: Y/N found a haunted house that she thought would be fun with her two lovers but only to be even more scared then ever

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You were the complete opposite of the two boys you so very loved for. You, a sweet, caring, loving, beautiful, angelic, person. Was with Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocksetter? It was a weird mix that's for sure, maybe Patrick and Henry weren't, but you + them? Shook the whole school

You are the popular girl, the one who is on the cheer team and everyone is probably jealous of. Your little brother Richie Tozier? He never told you about the bullying he got from Bowers gang, mostly from Henry and Patrick, they practically threatened him and the losers club to shut their mouths and not tell you

Richie, is and still is protective. No kiddin' though, he's been through alot still being a 13 year old? This kid is tough. You looked up to him even though he was younger, he was your little brother and still very much you loved him. If you found out what's been happening to him and his little club? You would kill the bullies yourself!

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You were looking at your mirror in your locker fixing every detail possible, the boys who stood behind you leaning on the other lockers were confused, you were perfect! How could you possibly need to fix anything? Any detail they thought it was beautiful. It never made sense to them.

You smiled looking at yourself happily as you turned around closing your locker and locking it before looking up at the two boys with a smile. "Okay, so I was thinking-" you said before getting cut off immediately "No." Henry said as you frowned as you three walked "I didn't even finsh the damn sentence!" You said with a slight pout as he smiled a bit "anyway! I was thinking of going to a haunted house this week! You know? It'll be fun" you said shrugging with a now smile bright as ever, not noticing the grin that perked on Patrick's face as he looked at Henry with a 'Please' type of look.

Henry could easily say 'No, that's to childish' but, both if them could see the way you would look scared. It would practically send them off a rampage of.. well, you know. So they both agreed in their own way "Sure, but you owe us, dollface" patrick said as he put his arm around your shoulder you made a confused face but shook that off.

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To say this was what they expected was completely right. They saw the way your eyes flashed in anger and sacredness as a clown jump scare popped up normally screaming; Santo hijo de puta. They both saw it and it to say the least turned them on in a way,

Seeing you scared and clinging on Patrick's arm? Fucking hell he would go crazy, definitely grinning from ear to ear. Not in a sweat way btw. Hug Henry on accident? He will absolutely smirk a little as he would mock you a bit

Your fear of (__) would fucking go crazy if it was in there, your scared of clowns? Watch your back bb, there's gonna scare the living shit outta you

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"Santo hijo de puta!" You yelled in fear as you jumped a bit from the jumpscare infront of you as you turned a corner them following you "What? You scared" patrick asked as I frowned "Take a guess" you said as patrick put his arms around your waist "It ain't that scary just a little jumpscare!" He said as you sighed

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—{I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD}—{MY FRIEND REQUESTED THIS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKS<3}{wattpad: tatesslvtxo}

#henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers x reader #polyamory #it 2017 #richie tozier #losers club #bowers gang #imagine

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 1 <-

Part 2

Pairing: OT8xreader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

Note: So that’s the beginning. I hope you like the little introduction. Went for a full wattpad cliché with Felix but I love it

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The building was huge and you suspected that it would take you several months to stop getting lost. Apart from that, all the other colleagues had been really friendly so far and took away your nervousness a little.

The business manager had greeted you and led you through the floors. He was a short, middle-aged man who constantly pushed his glasses around on his nose. He made no secret of the fact that he didn't think much of you. But he was polite and as long as it remained at disapproving looks, because of your hairstyle, the make up, your clothes, or because you are simply younger than most employees here, that was okay.

The JYP entertainment building was tastefully decorated and looked more modern than any other company you had seen. There was a lot of plants and greens and you already felt welcome just by the warm interior.

Soon you were joined by one of the receptionist, who tried to force all the important information and knowledge about the company into your head.

Until today, everything was kept strictly under lock and key to protect the artists, so as not to attract any psychotic superfans. However, because of this, you had to teach yourself everything about the company and your clients in a very short time.

Finally, she led you to the office that would soon be your own.

"It's still a little empty. You can set it up the way you'd like."

Overwhelmed, you stroked your fingers across the oak desk. Then she took an Ipad from the table and handed it to you.

"The laptop and Ipad will be provided for you. All the important dates through next week are already entered into the schedule. But from now on, you take over the scheduling and planning. If you need something don’t be afraid to tell the staff.“

You nodded and accepted the Ipad. The office was beautiful. The walls were a pastel green and there were even two little palm trees on the light parquet floor.

"You have all day to get to know everything first. If you have any questions, contact me or Mr. Yang at any time. The real work will start next week."

You bowed and tried to suppress a big smile. This job really seemed perfect.

"Thank you very much. I'll start right away!"

Mrs. Kim seemed to think of something else and with a glance at her watch, she nodded.

"First, you should meet your clients, for whom you are now responsible."

"I'd love to."

Now your excitement raised once again. You fervently hoped that you would get along with the musicians you had to work for.

The company hadn't told you any information about them yet, so you didn't even know how many or how old they were. Or what kind of music they made.

She led you down the hall from your office and pointed to the doors on the left.

"This is where the practice rooms are. We'll go to the studio first. That's where the leader of the group should be recording right now."

Restlessly, you tugged at your clothes. You wanted to make a good first impression and had even squeezed into a short pencil skirt and blouse especially for that.

Your hair was pinned up and you even wore a little lipstick. Before knocking on said door, she smiled encouragingly at you.

"I'm sure you'll get along just fine. After all, you're the same age. Sometimes the boys can be a little feisty, but don't let that intimidate you."

Before you could comprehend the words, she knocked and pushed the door open. Music rang out and filled the soundproofed room. The sound studio was simply furnished and smelled of aftershave and coffee.

Everywhere were clothes, empty cans and boxes with various contents. You saw the protein shakes and the high-end equipment right away. While the rest of the room was messy, the work area with the computers was kept meticulously clean. Otherwise the room was completely empty. Obviously women were rarely present here.

The music faded away and that's when Mrs. Kim began to speak, while you prepared yourself internally behind her.

"Sorry for the interruption, but I wanted to introduce you to your new personal manager. She will be in charge of planning, organizing and coordinating projects from now on."

You stepped out from behind the lady and your finely crafted words got stuck in your throat. Two equally shocked pairs of eyes looked back at you and you would have loved to look around for hidden cameras. This could only be a stupid prank.

"Miss Y/L/N?", the receptionist asked cautiously, glancing back and forth between you and the man at the desk.

There, indeed, sat the guy you had drunkenly made out with last night in the dark corner of a club. To make matters worse, the muscleman was sitting on the sofa behind him and had eyes as big as plates.

That's when the door to the recording room opened.

"Chan what's going on? Why are we interrupting...?“ The remaining words stuck in his throat and you looked into two very familiar eyes. The whole troupe was gathered and all you could do was stare at each other in complete perplexity.

Finally Changbin cleared his throat and snapped you all out of your freeze. Somehow you found your voice again and tried to look unconcerned.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/N."

Mrs. Kim gradually relaxed a bit, and you could only hope that she attributed you flushed cheeks to nervousness. Han was the first to move, indicating a little bow.

"Han Jisung," he murmured very confused.

"Changbin."

You nodded and pretended that you were hearing the names for the first time.

By now Chan had struggled himself out of his chair and was standing in front of you. Your eyes met and you both wanted to sink into the ground.

He opened the lips that had been pressed to yours just a few hours ago and you had to tense your entire face to keep from crying in shame.

"I'm Bang Chan. The leader of Stray Kids. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Stiffly, he extended his hand and you shook it with a forced smile. That big hand that had grabbed your ass and had made you desperate for more.

"What about the rest?", asked Mrs. Kim then.

Changbin looked up from the floor.

"Jeongin and Seungmin will be here later. Hyunjin and Lee Know are practicing the new choreography."

"Felix must be on his way", Han added, glancing at his phone.

You tried to memorize the names, even though you’d probably have to turn the job in again today. Chan sat back down and gave you several quick glances.

"All right. Let's say hello to the others then."

As you left the room, you dared to exhale and ran the back of your hand over your forehead. This was such a big coincidence that you were still hoping to just wake up. As soon as you entered the dance hall, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Two other young men around your age were standing in front of the mirrors, moving in sync to a song blaring loudly through the speakers. When the taller one noticed you, he nudged the other and ran to the cell phone to turn off the music.

Now that they were in front of you, you tried not to let out how surprised you were by their appearance. You must have gotten caught up in some badly written K-Drama. You couldn't explain the whole thing any other way.

One had dark brown hair held out of his face by a headband and facial features that reminded you of a perfectly sculpted statue. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

When the other gave you a tight smile, your heart leapt. His eyes sparkled like obsidian and he looked like a prince directly out of a fairy story. His longer black hair was tied back in a half ponytail and his full lips were a seductive pink. Both were sweaty and breathing heavily from their workouts, what made the situation in no way easier for you.

You were completely overwhelmed. How many outrageously handsome men were there in this band?

You hadn't even heard Mrs. Kim introduce you, so engrossed have you been in the sight of them.

"Y/N? That's a nice name", the blond said then, and you tried to smile confidently.

"I'm Hyunjin“, he said, bowing.

"Lee Know... Or just Minho“, the other added and you tried to look as unconcerned as possible.

"We won't bother you any longer. You'll still have time to get to know each other over the next few days. Unfortunately, I have to leave now too! Miss Y/L/N, you know your way around now."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Kim", you replied at the door, and just then she hurried away.

"Aren't you a little young to be a manager?"

You turned back to the two of them and brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead before answering Lee Know:

"Maybe that's exactly why I'm best suited for it. Or do you want an old conservative manager who has no idea about the current industry?“

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows in amusement. Just then, two other members of the band entered the room.

„I think, we‘re really lucky“, Minho chuckled and scanned you with his gaze from your hairline all the way down to your pumps.

The other two arrivals introduced themselves as Seungmin and Jeongin. They were the youngest of the group and Jeongin, the Maknae, was only four months younger than you. They too were unusually attractive and you still didn't quite understand what you have gotten yourself into.

After a curt conversation, you left the dance studio and hurried down the hall. You just wanted to lock yourself in your office to take a breath for a second.

You had no idea you would be working for such young and handsome men.

Your head was about to burst and you had a lot to get into before you could start thinking about this job. As if the day wasn't chaos enough, you ran right into someone just as they turned the corner.

With a breathless scream, you flailed your arms in the air and the boy in front of you widened his eyes just as startled. Panicked, you clawed at his shoulder and he pulled you back to your feet by the waist before you could take you both to the ground.

For a moment you just stared at him and he was also completely surprised.

Strands of silver hair fell into his eyes and you feared fainting if he continued to look at you like that. His plush lips opened, but no sound came out.

"I'm sorry", you stammered, but instead of yelling at you or being annoyed, his entire face began to glow as you bit your lower lip in embarrassment.

"No. It‘s my fault. I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?", he asked and his deep voice making you fully lose your mind.

"Yes. I'm fine", you assured and looked down at his hand, which was still on your hip. When he followed the look, he quickly withdrew it as if he'd been burned. By now, even your ears were burning.

The freckles on his fair skin and the most radiant smile you had ever seen made any fluency of words disappear from your body.

"I've never seen you before. Are you new here? From a girl band?", he asked cautiously, running a hand through his hair.

"No, not from a band", you laughed shyly.

He really thought you could be part of one of those pretty girl-groups?

"Yes, I have my first day. I'm the personal manager of Stray Kids since today."

His eyebrows shot up and an amused chuckle escaped him.

"You're our new manager? Really?", he asked, his face lighting up with excitement.

Of course, the impossibly handsome guy in front of you with the prettiest smile and deepest voice you’ve ever heard, was also part of the band. How could it be otherwise?

Then his smile suddenly went out and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I'm extremely rude. You probably have no idea who I am?"

You squinted your eyes apologetically and shook your head.

"I've only been in Korea for a few weeks... I worked mostly in America as a journalist before that. Because of that I‘m not really common with the K-Pop industry.“

It sounded like a justification and he dismissed that with a wave of his hand.

"No. I didn't mean it like that. That's a good thing! Actually very good. So you can get to know us. Entirely unbiased.“

That made you smile again. He was a real ray of sunshine and you could feel the warmth radiating from his mere presence.

"I'm Lee Felix. From Stray Kids", he introduced himself and bowed effusively. His Australian accent shined through and was even more adorable.

„Y/N Y/L/N“, you replied, and there he was smiling delightedly again.

"If today is your first day, I'm sure you have a lot to do. This can all be a bit much, really. If you need help with anything, just ask!"

He paused for a moment and then tilted his head a little.

"Do you have your phone with you?"

You pulled it out of your pocket and looked confused at him. He took it from your hand and typed in a number.

"I'll give you my number, and you can call me anytime."

Stunned by the kindness and trust, you took the phone again as he handed it to you and wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

Just then the door to Chan's studio opened and Han's face appeared in the crack.

"Yongbok! There you are at last. We've been waiting forever. Come on!“

Felix frowned and laughed lightly.

"I'm ten minutes early!" he returned, and Han began to grin.

"Just hurry!"

Felix sighed as soon as the door slid back into lock and looked at you apologetically.

"I won't keep you any longer from your work. Let me know if you need anything!"

"Thanks“, you said, returning his smile. He had taken away so much of the tension and you hadn't even noticed.

He said goodbye and walked down the hall. At the door of the studio, he stopped again.

"It's really nice that someone like you got the job."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he disappeared into the room, leaving you wondering.

->Part 3

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starryjeekies · 5 months

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~ Watch Out For the Shy Ones ~

Pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader x yang jeongin (gn pronouns used)

Genre: smut, pwp

Summary: after working on the set of kingdom, you landed yourself working for the company of the winners, stray kids. now a year later, i.n invites you to his birthday party at a club. after meeting up with him and running into an old friend from the show, yeosang, the usually shy members of their groups let slip a little secret. will this secret lead to more secrets between the sheets?

Warnings: pure smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), cum eating, protected sex, pet names (doll mainly), alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), switch!yeosang, switch!jeongin, dom!reader, nothing too crazy, if there's more let me know!

Words: 8k

A/N: long time no see! I did start writing this not too long after i wrote double trouble (please check it out if you haven't!) but took a break due to work/life. once I saw ateez announced that it's you was going to get an mv, i decided to start working on it again. now, i am posting this in celebration of the it's you mv dropping. any and all feedback is appreciated! i have more ideas for the future so stay tuned <3

There wasn’t a day that went by that wasn’t filled with chaos. You had landed one of your first jobs with Mnet and even thought the management itself was really shitty, it did pay decently well. You had started there right as Mnet was finding groups to compete on Kingdom. You had already known The Boyz were going to be on since they won Road to Kingdom, so you could only imagine what other idol groups would be competing. You didn’t have any say in picking out who else but you were happy to see some of your other favorite groups be there.

You had known Stray Kids and Ateez would be there thanks to Hyunjin and San performing with Juyeon and that made you excited. They both had immaculate talent that needed to be showcased. You were glad to help throughout their time on Kingdom. Sure, you didn’t work specifically with only those groups, but being a stage tech crew member, you were excited to see their stages the most. You created the bell in Stray Kids’ Side Effects/God’s Menu stage, you did the research for how much the tentacle was going to cost for Ateez’s Symphony No. 9 stage, it was cool to see your hard work be part of the reason both groups you enjoyed rank top 3 in the end.

There wasn’t too much interaction you got with the groups themselves besides right before a performance to do prop checks, but they were always super nice to you. You appreciated their kindness, not seeing it from your own company most of the time. All of the idols, in fact, were very sweet and thankful for your help during the show. You ended up staying late with many of them to make sure their practices ran smoothly with scene changes, props, ropes, everything. Many times, that’s when you just simply stayed the night at the studio in one of the dressing rooms because the drive to your apartment would take too much time.

Then, once Kingdom was done and Stray Kids had won, you were able to land yourself a temp position at JYPE doing exactly what you were doing at Mnet but with a much more rewarding crew to work with. Someone in Stray Kids put in a good word for you, you believe. Eventually, that position became a full time set design crew member for their music videos and jacket shootings. Now, almost a year later, you are getting ready for a party. Jeongin’s birthday party.

Surprisingly, he had invited you out to his 21st birthday party. Well, Chan had invited you on I.N’s behalf because he couldn’t do it himself. Now that you had gotten closer to Stray Kids, it was easier for you to talk to them regularly. You would still be formal with them, but it was easy to have fun with the boys when time allowed it. If there was downtime between scene setup and when the boys had to start shooting, it wasn’t uncommon for one of them to strike up a conversation with you. Jeongin, however, did it more so when it was just you two or everyone else was far enough away. It wasn’t like your conversations were necessarily private or anything, but he was one of the more shy ones from the group.

Chan told you about a club that I.N wanted to go to; it was an underground one that allowed idols to party away from the general public. The only people who knew about it were other idols and some staff members from the companies. Trainees or low level employees had no knowledge of its existence. There were many around Seoul, being as big of a city as it is and how many kpop groups there are now. People know they exist, but the locations of them are kept hidden.

Since it is a club you’re going to, you decide to let yourself dress freely. A low cut red top and a tight black leather skirt with some pumps is your way to go. When looking at yourself in the mirror, anxiety starts to grow in your belly. How formal should I be with the guys? It’s after work hours but I still work for them. I shouldn’t get too crazy, but I do want to have fun. Jeongin did invite me after all. You decide to suck it up and have fun, wanting to enjoy celebrating the idol.

Leaving your apartment, you start your journey via subway as it’s still open at 11 pm. You quickly get to Hongdae and start walking towards the club. After downing the soju bottle you bought from 7-Eleven on the ride over, you feel ready to get the night started. The club is hidden behind a restaurant on the corner, allowing you to sneak into the back alley and down the stairs. There’s a small neon sign on the brick next to the door, a keypad, and a large metal door. After punching in the code Chan gave you, the green light flashes and the door unlocks.

You quickly step inside and let the door close heavily behind you but no one notices. The music is loud and booming and you realize the door makes the rest of the place hidden because of the soundproofing. There’s no bouncer at the front door but there is someone for a coat check which you graciously hand them your thick coat you wore since it is February. You look around and see some of the members of different groups you’ve met or seen before as well as people you don’t recognize who might be employees from their companies.

You make your way to the bar, squeezing in between people to try and order a drink.

“Hi, what are you looking for?” The bartender asks you, leaning his elbow on the counter.

“Something strong, please.” You respond back, leaning closer for him to hear you.

“How about some soju bombs for the birthday boy?”

You turn and see Jeongin standing there, his huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. You smile back at him and shout, “Hey!”

He laughs and pulls you in for a hug, obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol he’s already consumed. He’s glad when he feels you squeeze him tightly back. When you pull away, he’s eager to look at the bartender for more drinks. “Two soju bombs, please.”

“Well, happy birthday to you, Jeongin.” You hold onto his arm lightly as he does the same to you.

“That’s only, like, the fourth time you told me that today.” He laughs again, causing your ears to flare up hot. “But I appreciate it, thanks for coming out tonight.”

“My pleasure, there’s no work tomorrow so I can be out as late as you want me.” You smile, leaning against the bar.

“That’s good to hear, because I plan to party for a while.” He winks at you which makes you even more flustered, causing him to shake your arm lightly. “Hey, let loose, have fun, no-no need to have formalities tonight.”

You shake your head lightly, watching as he looks into your eyes. “This is the loosest I’ve seen you act in my whole time at the company, so I think we’re pretty even in the ‘who needs to let loose’ games.”

“Alright, alright,” The younger man shakes off your remark and instead motions behind you to the two beer glasses sitting behind you. “I have a tab started so don’t even worry.”

You ended up being with Jeongin for a significant part of the night. You would dance together, get a drink, break off whenever he had someone else who would wish him a happy birthday, then meet back up at the table for another drink, talk for a while about him or you, and repeat. That cycle has happened about two or three times now and you’re currently at the table, checking your phone for the time. It’s past 2 am and you’re still not exhausted which is interesting.

“Not getting bored, are you?”

You look up and see another familiar face, a cheeky smile beaming down at you. You’re delighted to see the man standing there. “Yeosang!”

He invites himself to sit next to you, squeezing in close on the semi circle booth. “It’s been a while, Y/N.”

“Awh, you remembered my name,” You chuckle, resting a hand on his knee. “I’m flattered.”

He laughs incredulously, covering his mouth with his hand. “What do you mean? Of course I remember your name. You act like we didn’t work together for months.”

“That was also a year plus ago.” You smirk, looking at him. He’s fucking gorgeous. His hair is a beautiful blond, long and thick. He definitely looks dressed to party; he’s wearing a shirt with only one sleeve and the opposite hip cut out with leather pants. His blond locks are pushed back with a few strands falling in front of his face. His beautiful heart shaped face has light makeup which accentuates his features delightfully. In your intoxicated state, you’d jump his bones right then and there if it was acceptable. “People grow and change.”

“I mean, I don’t think I’m that different from a year ago.” He looks to the table for a moment, only glancing at you briefly.

“Well, you’re just as hot.” You smirk, watching him get flustered and wave you off.

“And you’re more bold.”

“And you’re just as shy.”

He looks at you somewhat defiantly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of being right. “I prefer to call it more introverted.”

You smirk again, resting your chin in your hand. “Fine, have it your way then. And besides, it’s just the alcohol. Jeongin and I are almost going shot for shot and he’s not as much of a lightweight as I thought.”

“Oh, you’re here for his birthday too?” He smiles lightly, seeing that you stayed in contact with someone else from Kingdom.

“Yeah, I work for JYPE now so I get to see him pretty regularly.” You giggle, updating him on the new thing that’s happened. “He invited me out and we’ve been hanging together for the most part but I’m pretty sure I saw Allen from Cravity steal him away.”

“Ah, he invited me too but I haven’t-”

“Kang Yeosang!” On cue, the birthday boy comes to the table with three double shots of what is presumed to be soju. “Took you forever to show up!”

“I’ve been here!” He retorts back, looking teasingly at the boy. “You just finally made yourself free.”

“I had to buy you a drink first, sorry it took so long.” He slides the shot glass to his friend while also giving you a drink. “It’s the least I can do for you before you go back on tour.”

“You’re in the middle of a tour?” You look towards the older guy as you down your shot.

He takes his with little grimace and pushes the glass away. “Yeah, we just finished our USA leg and we are heading to Europe in a week or so.”

“Wow, big things!” You smirk, then look to I.N who has slung an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve just been catching up since the last time we saw each other.”

“Ah, telling him how much cuter you’ve gotten?”

“Oh my god!” You squeal at his comments, Yeosang laughing at your response. “You, sir, have had enough to drink. You’re usually as bad as Yeosang yet here you are hitting on me.”

“What, can I not compliment you?” He looks offended at your statement. “Come on, Yeosang, don’t they look great tonight?”

He looks put on the spot, but you notice that the Ateez member does, indeed, look you up and down to take in your appearance. It makes something stir inside you to be checked out by an idol you’ve looked up to, something dangerous. “I have to give it to I.N, he has a point.”

“Wow, okay, you two.” You hold your hands up in defeat, relenting to the men on either side of you. “Color me shocked as neither of you had said anything in the time that I’ve worked with you both.”

“We never said it to you directly.”

You look between them, not believing what you’re hearing. Your face heats up more as what’s insinuated sets in. “You guys have talked about me before?”

Now their real personalities shine. Now being confronted with the reality of what they’ve acknowledged to be doing, Yeosang looks at the pushed away shot glass while Jeongin’s eyes are focused into his lap. The tension is…weird. It’s awkward but also sexual. You swallow down the awkwardness that you feel and decide to look at Jeongin since he’s been more liberal with his answers tonight. “What exactly have you two talked about regarding me?”

He rolls his eyes lightly, finding his rings more interesting than your eyes. “Just things…”

You huff and look towards the dancer, seeing his ears are bright red. “What things?”

Yeosang looks over to the younger man, blinking a few times. “Uh, well…”

This time, your sigh is dramatic as you push your hair back. “Well, boys, it’s been lovely with this little chit chat, but if you can’t entertain a simple gossip question, then I guess it’s time to call it a night.” You move to get out of the booth, but go over Yeosang’s lap and “accidentally” let your ass rub over his crotch. A short groan escapes his lips and his hands immediately place themselves on your hips, keeping you on him. You turn your head to glance at him, your hand grabbing onto his strong forearm. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

His breathing wavers as he finally locks his eyes to you, specifically your neck. “We…we wondered, if,” You moving yourself farther up on his lap caused him to groan again, his eyes fluttering and his dick hardening underneath you. “I-If you wore black underwear under your black stage crew outfits.”

“Is that all?” You look at the birthday boy, expecting an answer from him too.

He shakes his head, his black hair falling into his eyes. “We thought about whether you've had any experience or not.”

“And if you’ve ever, you know, had two guys at once.” The Ateez member pipes up again, his hands still holding onto you tightly.

“Would you like to find out?” You ask them, feeling the path down the rabbit hole turn this way. Jeongin looks up at you with his mouth slightly agape while you can feel Yeosang’s hot breath at your neck. “Subways are closed but we can take a taxi to my place. No one would ever know.”

You can feel the heat radiating off of Yeosang while he looks at Jeongin. The younger one looks just as surprised before there’s a switch. You can see it in the way his eyes become trained on you after he closes his mouth. He had no telling that his drunk confession would actually lead to this. He was actually betting on you telling him you were going to quit. So this is different. He grabs the empty shot glasses and shoots up from his seat. “I’ll pay the tab, you call the taxi.”

“If you insist.” You smirk, watching him practically jog away from the table. You manage to snake out of Yeosang’s grasp before holding a hand out to him. “Are you going to join us?”

“This is not just the alcohol talking, is it?” He takes your hand and stands up with you. He wants to make sure you don’t regret whatever you three are thinking of doing tonight.

“Listen, if I have to sign two NDAs then I will.” The Ateez member laughs at your statement. “Besides, I like seeing the birthday boy happy and I have been deprived of your hotness for a year. I’m curious as to where the night is going to go.”

You and Yeosang head outside, dressed in your coats and masks while you wait for the taxi to arrive. I.N isn’t too far behind you and you all pile into the car, telling the driver the address to your home. The drive over is tense in the best way. While the ride isn’t too long, the boys are trying hard to contain themselves. Yeosang is bouncing his leg slightly while I.N bites at his thumb. However you aren’t any better, fiddling at the hem of your skirt. You’re sure the driver feels the tension too.

Upon entering the complex, it starts settling in on what’s happening. Two idols, one of which you work for, want to fuck you. At the same time. There’s no going back from that statement. Walking into your apartment, you take off your shoes and coat, putting them where they should be so you don’t trip in the morning. “So did you two have an action plan or did you not get that far?”

“To say we had a plan is going a bit far.”

“But we did have an idea.”

You cock your head to the side, glancing between the two men who now stand there. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I.N gives a quick glance to his partner in crime before walking up to you. Now, standing in front of you, his shyness not holding him back, you can truly grasp how people can say he’s intimidating. But his touch is gentle as he cups your cheek. His face is angled in a way that silently begs for a kiss. You nod and move forward to help close the gap. You easily note how eager he is in the kiss. He wastes no time with little pecks and instead goes for the open mouth kisses. It takes a moment for you two to find a rhythm that works, but once you do, you can tell that Jeongin isn’t inexperienced. His ability to hold you captive with just his mouth is impressive. He tastes like soju, but then again you probably do as well. He makes sure that you become enthralled in him, letting you melt into his touch. His hand does remove from your cheek and instead, is placed on your breast, giving you a light squeeze.

He enjoys the moan you let out and smirks into the kiss. He makes sure to palm your breast again when he asks, “That feels good, huh?”

Your words of agreement falter as he does it again. Your hand wraps behind his neck and into his hair. “So good.”

He makes sure to take special care of your nipple over your shirt. You’re definitely certain he can feel the hard nub poking through your shirt now that your arousal is climbing. You don’t know how much time has passed before you feel another presence behind you. This time, you reel in having Yeosang’s lips on your neck while his hands are firmly on your hips. He holds you in place against him, feeling how hard he is through his tight leather pants. Something leaning more towards a whimper comes out, causing Yeosang to chuckle at you.

“Now who's the eager one?” The blond man mutters, pushing himself against your ass to get another response from you.

“Didn’t think you’d want this so bad.” The kisser pulls away for a moment to focus both hands on both of your breasts, watching your eyebrows scrunch up and mouth become agape.

“I didn’t know you two even thought about this.” You try to retort back, but you know better than to fight two versus one. Your head is spinning with multiple pleasure points.

“Sorry, we shouldn’t have kept you waiting for so long.” Yeosang slips one of his hands down your front, underneath your skirt. He cups your pussy and loves the way you inadvertently push back against him. “Our deepest apologies.”

You blink a few times to come to your senses so you don’t blast off to cloud nine then and there. With a huff, you glance at your new lover before making eye contact with the birthday boy. “Keep this up and I might just forgive you.”

Jeongin laughs before capturing your lips in his. This kiss is harsher and more needy, tugging at your bottom lip before he releases again. “We won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

While I.N’s hands are skillfully rolling over your nipples, Yeosang’s fingers rub between your folds, palm brushing across your clit with every stroke. It’s hard not to basically pant against I.N’s lips when you have two sets of hands working up all of your nerves. Soon enough, it’s also two pairs of lips at different pleasure points. Yeosang is focused on your neck while I.N travels down to your collarbone. Their approaches are much different. Yeosang is looking to please, making sure to take his time in sucking on your skin so you can feel him. Jeongin is aiming to elicit a reaction from you, nipping and teasing every which way to get you to squirm. Both are hoping to mark what’s theirs.

With their bombardment, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep yourself upright even with holding onto both of them. Yeosang’s fingers between your legs seem to be also holding you up as his fingers push harsher on your nub, causing you to jolt upwards and consequently pushing your tits into Jeongin’s face. “You’re going to make me cu-um before you even see me undressed, y-you know that?”

“Oh, we can’t have that, can we, Jeongin?” The Ateez member slows down his fingers, eyes shooting up to his counterpart. He can see through hooded eyes that the younger isn’t ready to start slowing down at all.

“Not yet, it’s still much too early in the night.” He comes up from your collarbone and grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your head back towards him to look you in your eyes. He can see just how much you were enjoying their attack. “Wouldn’t you agree, doll?”

You blink away your haziness, trying to come back to your senses. It doesn’t help that the lust you feel is the same lust you see in his eyes. You nod your head. “I’d also prefer to cum on my bed instead of on the floor.”

Both men chuckle at your witty remark. They partially pull away from you but still hold onto you as you lead them to your bedroom. It was nothing extravagant but it was at least clean and the bed was made. You sit them on your bed and decide to give them a little show since they will be taking care of you tonight. First to go will be your top with no bra underneath, so you let your tits fall free. Jeongin’s mouth opens slightly upon actually seeing you bare whereas Yeosang’s jaw clenches in an attempt to restrain himself. With a light smirk, the zipper of your skirt comes undone with a small tug of your fingers and falls to the floor. The only undergarment you had was a black thong that is now rightfully stained by your own arousal. Their reactions seem frozen, taking in all of you that you let them see. “You were right, black is my favorite color after all.”

The youngest’s ears go bright red, feeling like he’s stumbled upon something so brilliant but isn’t for his eyes. The older takes a moment to look at you before his eyes start darting around the room, landing on everything except you as he feels the strain in his pants become unbearable. Seems like the reality of the situation sets in for the men, now sitting in front of you while you present yourselves to them.

“Finally sobering up?” You giggle at their reactions, hooking your fingers into the strings of your thong. “Because I’m still dead serious if you two are.”

“You are?” Yeosang looks at your face, some of his blond hair now falling into his eyes as he takes in your tone.

“You really don’t have to, i-if you don’t want to, you know.” I.N doubles down on it, hands anxiously messing with the comforter beneath him.

“I mean,” You start, pulling down your underwear slightly. “I would like to see if I could make you cum at the same time. And like I told Yeosang, if you need me to sign an NDA I will. In the morning, though, because I don’t know how fucked out I’ll be once we are done.”

That seems to break Jeongin out of his shyness again, feeling more confident in himself than before. He looks at Yeosang with a smirk. “Who are we to deny our little doll a new experience?”

The muscular dancer looks at you and you can see the way the confidence darkens his eyes. “I suppose it’s only right if they are willing to give themselves to us like this.”

With a slight shimmy of your hips, you pull down your underwear the rest of the way before resting your hands on your hips. “Now, should we let the birthday boy choose what hole he wants? As a little gift?”

His eyes light up like a kid in a candy store with the option you presented him. You can see that he’s getting excited at the prospect of using you how he wants. “I want to feel your pussy, so badly.”

“Then happy birthday.” You wink at him, then look sweetly at Yeosang. “Would you prefer oral or anal?”

“Have you ever done anal before?”

“I have a butt plug so it’s not too foreign.”

“You have what?”

“Really?”

“I asked if you’d like to find out.” You shrug lightly, crossing your arms to bolster your breasts. “I’ve taken anal a couple of times, or I can take about six inches in my mouth without gagging. Your choice.”

“Fuck, you get hotter the more we find out about you.” His chest heaves with your suggestions and takes a moment to think through what would be best for him. Seeing the little pout on your lips makes him think about what they’d feel like around him. “Oral, if you’re up for it.”

You giggle at his remark, wiggling your hips slightly as you feel the alcohol exiting your system. Instead of the complicitness the alcohol presets, you start to feel the anticipation in wondering how big Yeosang could be. “There’s a lot to find out about me.”

“What else do we not know about you?” Jeongin asks, positioning himself differently thanks to the strain of his cock in his pants.

“Well, I assume you mean sexually and not as in ‘what’s your favorite animal’,” You walk up to I.N, gently grab the back of the collar of his shirt and pull it over his head. You discard the shirt and let your hands run over his bare shoulders; he shivers at your light touch while his eyes flutter to stare at yours. “But a fun one is I don’t mind experimenting. I’m down to try most things. So if we have fun tonight, maybe we can try other things in the future?”

“If we have fun?” The blond has a playful tone to him. He pops the buttons on his pants watching you caress his friend. “I’m certain the two of us will, so we will be aiming to make sure you will.”

“That’s good to hear. But I’m not letting you spit roast me tonight.” You smirk, seeing the confusion on both of their faces. “I’m not letting the first time I have a threesome be with a cliche sex position that’ll leave my knees sore. I have a better idea than that.”

“Then by all means,” I.N smirks, grabbing ahold of your hips to pull you closer. “Lead the way, doll.”

“Wonderful,” You peck his lips while your hands tangle into his hair. “Yeosang, would you be a dear and strip for me please?” You tilt your head slightly to see him turn bashful at your request. “I need to make sure Innie here is ready to stuff his cock in me while I blow you.”

“F-Fuck okay.” He likes the sound of your voice, all sultry while asking him politely. He immediately gets off the bed to strip, all while watching what you do to the other man.

“Good, now,” You turn your attention back to I.N who is also more than ready to listen to you. “I can’t have you pounding into me while I take as much Sangie in my mouth as I can.” You give him languish kisses to draw out his eagerness. Your hand palms against his crotch, seeing just how hard he is currently. He lets out a cute whimper when you do. “I’ve got to pleasure you both. So work on long, deep strokes, okay?”

“Whatever you say, you’re the boss here.” His voice is deep as he returns another kiss to you. He stands up as he kisses you, going to remove his pants in the process.

“If we are being technical here, you’re the boss.” You chuckle, watching his chest follow you in the sentiment. You help push down his pants and underwear as well. You take a second to see what you’re working with. You’re definitely not disappointed and are excited for what your future position will give you in terms of pleasure. Your hand takes his dick and slowly pumps him. His moan is low, but that combined with the slight twitch you receive tells that he is ready. “But I appreciate the sentiment.”

You turn to see if Yeosang has stripped and you are more than pleasantly surprised. He is stripped, but also definitely shy now being naked in front of not one, but two people. His ears are red and he’s staring at the clothes on the floor. You smile and give Jeongin one more kiss before turning your full attention to Yeosang. You instruct the younger man, “Condoms are underneath the bed in a box on the right side. Grab one and wait for me. I want to give Sangie a little more attention before we start.”

Yeosang gives you a half smile, easily melting into your touch when you approach him and hold your arms around his neck. His hands find themselves on the small of your back. “Kinky and considerate?”

“Like you said, we all gotta be having fun.” With your hand on his jaw, you bring his face closer while you repeat the act to him. Yeosang kisses you for real the first time that night, and you wish you would’ve let him sooner. Sure, his lips on your neck were nice, but to feel his lips on yours was better. He was precise in what he did, no matter how much he started to unravel underneath you. His hands immediately went for your ass to pull you to him so you can feel how hard he was. You moan into him, feeling how hot and bothered he was and involuntarily grind against him.

“If this is as close to your cunt I’ll be tonight, then I’m going to take it.” He breathes out while grinding back against you.

“There’s always next time.” You smirk, kissing him again. You let your teeth graze his bottom lip this time. By him gripping your ass tightly, you know that was the right move. “If you want a next time.”

“I already want a next time.”

“Then let’s get on with this time, yeah?” With a nod of his head, you instruct him. “On your back, on the bed. Half way up.”

He listens and crawls onto your bed, watching as you start to follow him. He props himself on his elbows, watching as you bend the top half of your body forward into the bed.

You lean forward enough to be face level with his cock. His tip is already a pretty pink color and he’s girthier than Jeongin, but probably just as long. You peer over your shoulder to I.N, watching him watch you two with his dick in hand. “Don’t be shy now, come and take me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice as he comes behind you, watching you spread your legs for him. He holds your hip with one hand while starting to line himself with your slick entrance. His tip prods your entrance before slowly sliding in with only a little resistance. He lets out the breath he was holding as he starts to push his way into you. It’s going to be a snug fit, but it won’t take long until your body is used to him.

You release a short moan at his cock finally entering you before you place your lips over Yeosang, letting your moan stimulate his tip. His hand is immediately in your hair and you feel the grip he has. He’s not forcing you down on him, not yet anyway. You go down on him to see just how much of him you can actually take. As I.N bottoms out into you, dick thick and stretching you in the most delicious ways, Yeosang hits the back of your throat before you’re able to brush your nose against his pelvis. The three of you moaning in unison tells that your anticipation is well worth it. You just hope that your neighbors can’t hear the three of you now because there’s no telling how loud you all will get.

“Fuck, this is better than I thought it would be.” The birthday boy slowly pulls out while you move up on his friend’s dick. “You feel so good, doll.”

“Their mouth feels just as good.” He breathes out heavily as you push back down on him, making sure to make eye contact with him the whole time. As you continue to slowly suck him, he throws his head back when he feels himself hit the back of your throat. “Shit, so good.”

You try to time your bobbing to Jeongin’s thrusts. He’s listening to you in taking it slow and deep, for now. With your hands on Yeosang’s hips and Jeongin’s hands on yours, you form a deep moving train. You’re not going to lie, it’s hard to focus on one or the other with how full you feel. There’s no need to move your hips backwards into Jeongin as he’s kindly doing that for you with every stroke. And soon, Yeosang starts to guide you on him. He lets you keep the speed but he wants to see just how far you can take him, and you let him. The amount of arousal from your pussy and their cocks, combined with your spit, everything easily becomes a mess.

I.N watches as your ass presses into his hips with every thrust and how slick his dick is every time he pulls out. He smirks at the sight, then looks up to drink in the rest of you. He watches as your head goes up and down on Yeosang, reveling in the pleasure of you giving as well as receiving. The voyeur in him raves watching the two of you enjoy yourselves, and he gets an idea of how to aid with it. With his shit eating grin, he starts to roll his hips into you which brings another moan to your lips, and therefore another groan from Yeosang. “How do they look when I do that, Yeo? Do they seem to like it?”

He lifts his head from the bed to see your eyebrows knitted together, struggling to look at him. The sweat is forming on your forehead, causing your hair to stick together. A light chuckle escapes his lips as he drinks up your face. He glances up to his partner, seeing how proud he is of his accomplishment. “If that moan couldn’t tell you, their face definitely can.”

“Since I can’t see their face,” He pushes into you again with his full weight to press your hips fully against the bed. A higher pitched moan is muffled by Yeosang’s member but it gets the point across. “I’ll just need to keep hearing them.”

You remove your mouth from Yeosang, letting yourself actually get a decent breath in before I.N take this as his one opportunity to smack his hips into yours and get the reaction he wanted. You nails accidentally dig into Yeosang but he doesn’t seem to mind apart from the tighter grip to your hair. “Fuck, Jeongin! Ca-an’t focus when you do that.”

“There’s no need to focus, doll.” Yeosang grabs your chin in his hand, making you look at him. You can see just how much he’s enjoying this too with his temples and chest glistening from his sweat and his eyes hazy and lidded. “Just let me guide you and you can focus on yourself.”

With a smugness of your own, you ready yourself by giving him a long lick on the underside of his dick. He swallows deeply at your action before you say, “I’ve got to have my own fun.”

“Your own fu- shit, oh fuck me!” He almost regrets teasing you like that as you take him fully and quickly. He has to bite his lips and still his hips. He tries so hard not to thrust up into your mouth as you swallow him down like a champion. Your warm mouth is already starting to make him dribble pre-cum against your lips, so he can only imagine what your pussy would do. It almost makes him whimper at the thought. He tries to take matters into his own hands by eliciting the help from the other partner. “I think they want you to go faster, In-ah.”

“Oh do they?” When he does speed up, your drawn out moan lets him know he’s at a good pace and rhythm. A smirk comes to his face when he hears the break in your moan every time your hips meet his. He can see Yeosang starting to take control of your head movements now too. He feels pride in seeing you relinquish your pleasure to the two of them fully. “I guess you were right.”

Being in this position, it’s hard to not fall into their trap of letting them use you how they want. After all, once you give them rights to do what they wish, both of them start moaning like crazy. Yeosang has more of a gritty grunt that threatens into growling territory. You can only describe it as borderline animalistic. The only thing that keeps him from crossing that line is when you pay special attention to his tip when he brings you back up and there’s a short moment where the pitch increases towards a whine. That combined with his curses really creates a dominating sound.

Jeongin draws out his moans. They’re breathy and they’re loud, as if he’s trying to create a symphony with them. They’re pretty, that’s for sure, and he’s making sure you hear just how good you feel around him. When you squeeze your walls around him, that’s where you get the swears and praises that almost aren’t real words. He practically cuts himself off with more moans. You are going to be very surprised if he doesn’t give you a noise complaint in the morning from your landlord. Then again, all three of you can be at fault because you aren’t necessarily quiet either.

Though your sounds are muffled by a cock most of the time, there are moments where you pop off to breathe and one or two or three escape your lips. But you can’t really help it. Even when you jump right back onto the dancer, you aren’t fully quiet which causes Yeosang to moan out and the cycle continues.

“Fuck, I-I’m going to cum, shit.” Yeosang tells you two, his hips stuttering on the bed. He can barely contain himself as you hollow out your cheeks to get as much friction as possible. He had been leaking precum for a while, but didn’t want the night to end so soon.

“Me too, you feel too good, doll.” Jeongin smiles, his chest heaving and sweaty. “Maybe next time we can switch roles?”

“That would be fun, that way you can feel my cock stretch you out, huh?”

“And I don’t mind if you’re rougher.”

You look up at Yeosang, out of breath and ready to hear what he sounds like when he orgasms. Moving off of him for a second so you can prepare yourself, you let your hand stroke him before you say, “Get prepared to cum, Sangie. I’m not a spitter.”

Your mouth was latched to him like a leech, unwavering in sucking him dry. He felt what he can only akin to electricity jolting through him and pushing his hips up into your mouth. You start to lightly squeeze his balls, then roll them between your thumb and fingers to try and give him as much pleasure as possible. He threw his head back into the mattress, unable to focus on anything besides your mouth. When your tongue started to swirl around his tip, he knew he was a goner. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ah fuck!” That was his mantra as he felt his orgasm bubble up and over and spill into your mouth. Once he started cumming, he looked at you to see your reaction and he swore he started cumming more as your hazy and fucked out eyes bore into his. He was definitely pumping so much of his cum into your mouth, he didn’t know if you could hold all of it. But sure enough once you knew he was done, you slid off of him while remaining eye contact and swallowed his whole load. You showed your sticky translucent white tongue to him as proof. “Holy fuck.”

You turned your head to Jeongin, who had slowed his pace so you can focus on the task at hand, and commanded, “Fuck me, Innie, hard.”

“With pleasure.” Once you turned your head back, he wasted no time in slamming into you to get him to his own prolonged orgasm. He could’ve sworn you were some kind of sex deity as you knew what buttons to press for Yeosang, and now him. Your ass bounced back to him with a loud slap every time and now that you weren’t gagged, he could hear just how loud you could be. When he would roll his hips into yours, you made sure you had a grip on his dick that made the friction so much more intense. This drove him crazy as he felt the burn of his own orgasm impending. He was getting sloppy with his thrusts which wasn’t hard given how much of your arousal had coated him at his point. You hadn’t even cum yet and you were so wet, it made his head spin. Soon, his moans reached the highest pitch of that night as he finally came inside the condom. His hips slowed down but still pushed you further into the bed. He heard your moans start to falter too, so he took matters into his own hands as his seed kept spilling. He reached between your hips and the bed, not allowing you to ride the edge of the mattress and instead rubbing your clit. “It’s your turn, doll.”

“Fuck me, ah!” You squealed, your body involuntarily contracting itself. Feeling so full with I.N inside you, his fingers roughly circling your clit, you couldn’t help but hold onto Yeosang’s thighs for dear life as you felt the burn of your orgasm approach to your core. While getting fucked in two holes, your orgasm was always two steps away and now its knocking on your door. You feel the coil release and the flood of your orgasm washes over you. You string out some more curses and moans and your body convulses with the power of your orgasm. Once Jeongin starts slowing down and starts milking your cum out of you, you can’t help but hum as your body takes a while to descend from your high.

The air around your three is hot and heavy from your cum, sweat, and panting. Trying to blink away the haze, Jeongin realizes he’s still inside of you. He gently pulls out of you and gently rubs your shoulders when you groan in protest. Yeosang gently scratches your scalp as the other man goes to find your bathroom to throw the condom away in. He watches you regain your breath and look up at him. He notices that while your eyes are still glazed, the lust and excitement is gone and is replaced by what he believes is fondness and content. “You doing okay?”

You nod lightly, starting to prop yourself up on your elbows. “I didn’t realize you two would have it in you.”

His chuckle is back to being bashful, the same chuckle that you adore. “We are full of surprises.”

“I can see that.” You wipe off your chin, covered in cum and drool at this point and look at the time on the clock. “Damn, didn’t realize it had gotten that late.” You hear footsteps enter your bedroom and see the birthday boy come back in, then watch him open your dresser drawer. “You know, usually, men take the panties that their lover wore as a trophy, not the one from their drawer.”

“I’m trying to be nice here.” He grows flustered at your comment, handing you a comfortable pair of underwear while grabbing his and Yeosang’s from off of the floor to put back on.

“I’m just teasing you.” You smile at him, grateful that he’s kind enough to think of you first in that way. You’re glad he can go back to the same, shy boy that you grew to form some kind of a relationship with.

“We can help you wash the sheets and everything tomorrow if you’d like.” Yeosang offered, pulling his briefs back up.

“If you don’t mind that we stay the night.” Jeongin sits at the edge of the bed, anticipating your answer.

“We’ll shower first and then wash the sheets in the morning.” You smile at them, watching their faces turn softer. “After breakfast.”

“I’ll help make it, Wooyoung has taught me some things.”

“But we can sleep in a little, right?”

You laugh and pull back the covers, ushering the boys to come join you. “Yes, but we have to go to sleep first. I’m fucking exhausted.”

Both of the boys smile and climb in on either side of you, nestling themselves into your sides for post-sex cuddles. While you are content sleeping on your back, eyes easily drooping closed from the events of tonight, the boys choose their positions with I.N resting his face in the crook of your neck and Yeosang’s head on your chest. Yeosang takes a look at your face, watching you fall asleep easily, then looks up at Jeongin. Their eyes meet, and suddenly there’s a wave of fulfillment that the two share. That feeling lulls them to sleep, holding onto you dearly.

In the morning, you’re awoken to the light coming in between your blackout curtains. With a groan, you stretch lightly and open your eyes to see that Jeongin is on his back, already awake and scrolling on his phone. You smile lightly and reach up to grab his bicep before whispering, “Good morning.”

His head turns to you with his big toothy grin, his free hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. “Good morning, how do you feel?”

“Pretty good, I haven’t moved much to test how sore I am.” You do try to move a little but are stopped by Yeosang who has a strong grip on your waist. He stirs a little at your movement, but not enough to wake up. “How do you feel? After last night?”

“Honestly, it was probably the best birthday gift I could have received.” He looks at you genuinely, his chocolate eyes warm when meeting yours. “I never thought I would ever have the courage to do it.”

“Thankfully we were all in agreement of what we wanted.” You rub your eyes lightly, trying to rub the sleep from them. “It was a good time, for sure.”

“Well, good,” He smiles lightly before his smile turns into a yawn. “I would’ve slept longer, but your phone buzzing woke me up.”

“Can you hand it to me?” You ask, then watch him grab your phone from the nightstand. “Hopefully it’s not the company asking me to come in.” You unlock your phone to see a few notifications, one of which is from Jeongin himself. You click on your messages and see he sent you a text that just said “Non_Disclosure_Agreement lol”. You hit his chest lightly and say, “You fucking prick.”

He laughs at you, knowing that would think it’s funny. “You said you would sign an NDA.”

“Do I have to make them sign an NDA too?” Yeosang rouses from his sleep, only having caught part of the context in his half asleep state.

“Unless we want to continue this little arrangement?” You ask them, wondering if last night was just a one time thing or if they want more. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

“I think Yeosang and I make a pretty good team.” The youngest looks at the other idol, a small smile on his face.

Yeosang buries his face in your neck, looking over at his partner in crime. “I can agree to that. I think we should do this again. Soon.”

“Soon, huh?” You chuckle, running your hands through both of their hair soothingly. “I guess we will have to see about that.”

“But I think we need to ask some more questions first.”

“Like what?”

“Like what’s your favorite animal?”

You can’t help but smile at them both, relishing in the way they’re both looking at you. Maybe this might become more than just an NDA situationship.

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mosneakers · 4 months

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The hot summer sun cast a warm glow over the privileged patrons of the Sunset Valley Country Club. The Darling sisters, growing like weeds every day, splashed in the pool, blissfully unaware of the silent disapproval of onlookers.

Morgana Wolff gazed with adoration, as the heavily pregnant Agnes Darling basked in the warm rays of the sun. "Goodness Agnes, you're just glowing." She admired.

"Oh, quit it, you!" Agnes scoffed.

"No, I mean it!" Morgana added. "Your complexion looks flawless, and that hair of yours is so shiny and bouncy. Must be those vitamins you've been taking."

Agnes's mind flashed back to a memory of some old wives' tale Bianca Crumplebottom had shared with her the last time the Crumplebottom Sisters paid a visit:

"Blossoming in the bottom of the belly, a daughter spends her time mimicking her mother's actions, and thieving her of her divine beauty. Yet, a son nestled within, enchants his mother with radiant grace."

"Well it's because I'm having a boy, if you believe in nonsense." Agnes replied with an irritable eyeroll.

"That's absurd, darling. You were gorgeous through all your pregnancies." She grinned. Morgana had always been a loyal friend to Agnes, but it was when Agnes was with child, that a particular instinct within Morgana kicked in. She protected Agnes fiercely, especially during the day when Erik was away at work, faithfully concealing her own longing for the maternal bliss Agnes experienced.

Agnes dismissed the old wives' tales as archaic and superstitious. The gender of her child held no importance to her; life had already given her everything she could ever want.

As anticipation grew, Agnes delved into nesting, transforming her makeshift painting studio and home office into a charming little nursery adorned with sunny shades of yellow.

There were various reactions elicited upon announcing the impending arrival of the third Darling child, though the predominant sentiments were ones of joy and support.

...Mostly. With Agnes and Erik dedicating so much of their time to preparing for the new baby, the soon-to-be Darling middle child was left to her own devices, seeking life-long attention from the lurking shadows of her mind...

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Rebel!John and Pastor's Son!Gale AU finally has a name!

That Ol' Devil Called Love.

To celebrate, I'll share a few more snippets that I've developed for the story:

First - Mechanic Marge! She's very suspicious of John, given his reputation around town, so drops by the garage to see him. Gale is her best friend and she's very protective of him. John says if she wants to talk, she has to work, and she quickly becomes enthralled with cars, and wants to learn to drive. The boys of the 100th Garage teach her. One time, Gale drops by and sees Marge in overalls that are far too baggy, using an old piece of a handbrake cable as a belt to hold them up. She's covered in dirt and John looks delighted with himself. "Look at me, corrupting all the youth," he says.

Also, Gale meets Alex and Macon, who do not take to him because of his dad, but they warm up eventually. John takes Gale dancing to a secret club well known for being very accepting, and Alex stumbles across Gale and John getting heavy in the alley. Including the absolutely filthy mouth Gale has apparently. That pretty much banishes any reservations Alex has about Gale being like his father. He likes to tease Gale about what he saw and heard at every opportunity.

Although Alex is a great technical drawer, in this Macon is the artist. He designs cars like no one's business, but he can't get his own business set up. Also, Gale has to help Alex fix his car on the roadside one day, because his usual mechanic has racked up the prices and they can't afford it.

You see where this is going. Gale tells Alex about John's garage and it just so happens John is also looking for a new market to break into (or Crank will actually murder him. Crank is the manager and accountant and is the only thing that keeps the garage functioning).

So Macon starts working at the 100th, and with him, Marge, and even Gale doing the odd bit of work, Crank needs to tell John to stop bringing in strays if he wants them to stay afloat.

Much later on, we'll also meet Lawyer Rosie who specialises in helping victims of sexual abuse and LGBTQ+ discrimination. It is the 1940s and there are no discrimination laws, but assault is assault, and Rosie is damn good at his job.

And I just really love the idea of some of Benny's family being in the mob, and Benny, the sugar plum, not having a clue. None of the boys in the 100th do. But Gale does and he doesn't know how the fuck everyone thinks the boys of the 100th are 'rebels' when all they see is the good in everyone.

#clegan #buck x bucky #rebel!john #pastor's son!gale #todcl #john egan #gale cleven #mota au #headcanon #alternate universe

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 5 months

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Shed Your Titles (Satoru Gojo x Reader) (NSFW)

Switching it up a little this time with Gojo plus my first nsfw, also reader being a mamaguro of her own because i love megumi with my entire heart

I'm not going to lie to you I almost entirely disassociated to my shuffled liked songs playlist and wrote half the smut section to Life is a highway by Rascal Flatts on accidental loop so I’m sorry if it’s incoherent as fuck lmaooo

warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP), praise, comfort sex

2.7k words

“Satoru!” You exclaim, “What on earth happened to him?” Megumi’s face is trickling blood and he’s heavily favouring one side of his body, clutching his ribs. You race up and cup the boys cheeks, tilting his head to get a better look as he grumbles, “Stop fussing, I’ll be fine,” His futile attempts at batting your hands away do nothing to deter your anger at the white haired sorcerer beside him, “What on earth did you do?” “Why do you assume everything is my fault?” Gojo says, “Come on, you think I sent him out there because I knew he’d get hurt?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not assuming it’s your fault, but you did send him out on this mission, only for him to come back looking like he’s just stepped out of a fight club, so what the hell happened?” Gojo grabs you by your arm as Shoko appears from her office and collects Megumi, pulling you off to the side, “He was supposed to retrieve one of Sukuna’s fingers,” He whispers, leaning down into your space, “But the boy he met who had it ended up eating it to save Megumi and his two classmates from a powerful curse,” Your eyes widen, “Is the other boy-?” He shakes his head, “It’s worse than what you think, Sukuna manifested inside him,”

You find yourself unable to say anything, your mouth wide open as you stare at Gojo. He shifts a little and then taps your chin up to jokingly close it, shocking you back into words, “Is he okay?!” You whisper-yell. He shrugs, “He seems to have some level of control over Sukuna, the discipline he carries over his body is unprecedented, but the elders are terrified and want me to execute him,” He brings his hand from your chin to his, thinking, “Megumi asked me to protect him, let him live, and I intend to do just that as soon as we figure out his standing when he wakes up,”

Your mind is still racing a marathon, you can’t even begin to imagine the consequences this will have, a thousand year old curse in modern day society. Especially with how powerful Sukuna is said to be, but you bottle up these fears and shake your head, “Have you lost your mind?” You ask. He laughs, a loud sound that carries, “Not recently, I was hoping you’d jump on this bullet train ride with me, see where it takes us,” He lowers his blindfold a tad, just enough to meet your eyes, “Darling, he’s a good kid, I’m sure you’ll love him when you meet him,” He murmurs, taking your chin again in his other hand, “Trust me, please?”

You sigh, your eyes fluttering shut and shoulders slumping, before you push forwards and bury your face in his chest. The blindfold falls to rest limp on top of your head and his arms tighten around your back and waist, “I’ll take that as a…?” He coaxes softly, making you groan, “Fine! I’m on your side, it’s not right to kill a kid when he just wanted to protect others, is that what you wanted to hear?” You grumble against his black jacket. “Great!” He scoops you up and spins around once before putting you back on your feet, albeit a little dazed, “I’m gonna go keep an eye on the vessel, you stay with Megumi,” He pats your shoulder, “See you later!”

You can do nothing to stop him leaving as you shake your head to clear away the daze, resigned to follow after Megumi and watch over him as Shoko treats his wounds. Once finished, you allow him to lean on your shoulder as you take him back to his room, “How are you?” You ask as you sit beside him on his bed. He huffs, “You don’t need to be so fussy, I’m alright,” You put your hand on his knee, “Megumi,” You murmur, “Please, let me be worried about you,” He shifts towards the pillows, moving the covers until he can slip under them, lying on his uninjured side without replying. A few moments of contemplative silence pass by as you look out the window, thoughts elsewhere, when his voice brings you back to the present, “Well, aren’t you going to tuck me in?” He grunts.

You smile softly, “I thought you were too old for that kind of thing,” You tilt your head, examining him, “Tell me what happened, Gumi,” You murmur, shifting up and bringing the covers with you, sitting in front of him with your legs off the bed as he shifts back to make space. He looks up, a shimmer of vulnerability in his eyes, “I wasn’t strong enough,” He sighs, “I told him to run, but he insisted on staying, and then gambled eating the finger to save everyone,” You brush some of his hair back from his forehead, “I suppose I should thank him for that, shouldn’t I?” You say, “After all, he brought you back to me,”

When Gojo took Megumi and Tsumiki in you’d had your doubts considering who Megumi’s father was, and Gojo wasn’t exactly ‘father’ material, but that was fine because he never pretended to be their dad. He simply guided them through life his own way and silently protected Megumi from the Zenin clan, like any reasonable person would. You’d been the only one out of the female sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech to take an immediate affectionate liking to Megumi, much to his chagrin, and that had meant you eagerly secured your spot in the softer maternal role he’d been lacking since his mother died. He liked to pretend he was annoyed when you doted on him, but over the years you learned to read him better than anyone else, making you the one he called if he needed to talk to someone. He’d also been the reason you’d eventually realised your feelings for Gojo, though you thought them to be in vain, Megumi had convinced you otherwise when you caught the pair of them scheming and he’d immediately confessed he was helping the man with his master plan to ask you out to dinner.

Megumi’s face flushes lightly, “Yeah,” He murmurs, “But now Sukuna is back, so was it really worth it? I could have prevented that,” You shush him softly, “If anything, Gojo should have been more alert and ready to step in, especially dealing with those damn fingers, tch,” You snort, “But from what I’ve heard, the boy can suppress Sukuna, so there’s that at least,” His eyes close and he relaxes into the pillow. “I’ll let you get some rest, but there’s one more thing,” You say, “Why did you ask Gojo to spare him if you’re so worried about Sukuna?” He cracks one eye open, “I don’t know,” He mutters, “Just felt like it was right,”

You sigh, “Alright, sleep well Gumi, I’ll see you later,” You murmur, touching your hand to his arm briefly before standing and leaving his room. You take a few deep breaths in the hallway once the door is shut, before steeling yourself and setting off to go let out some steam on the school’s training field.

After a good few hours of training, time well spent since the second years were drawn in and ended up training with you for a while before leaving for dinner, Gojo shows up once more with a pink-haired boy in tow. You can sense the immense cursed energy coming from him even from a distance, it rivals that of Gojo’s energy and you have to calm yourself as they approach. “Hey!” Gojo raises a hand in greeting and you find it in yourself to smile weakly, “Thought you’d like to meet our newest first year, Yuji Itadori,” You bow slightly to the boy, “It’s good to meet you, I’m Y/n L/n, I’ll be your other teacher,” He bows in response before looking up, “Does that mean you’re as powerful as Gojo?”

You look pointedly at Gojo for a moment before rolling your eyes and shaking your head, “No, as unfortunate as it is he’s the most powerful of us at the moment, I just happen to have a proficiency in teaching so I can pick up the slack where he’s lacking,” Yuji looks at Gojo like he hung the stars in the sky and you chuckle, “I’m hope your time here is fulfilling,” You murmur, “Cherish what you love,” He nods, grinning happily, “I will,” “Go on Yuji, go get some sleep,” Gojo waves him off and the head of pink hair disappears off towards the boys dorm.

When he’s out of sight you reach up and gently cup Gojo’s face in your hands, “Thank you,” You murmur, “For bringing Megumi back to me,” He smiles softly, leaning into your touch, “I’ll never be able to save everyone, but I’ll always do everything in my power to save him,” He breathes, “We may not be his parents, but he’s our son,” He leans down and presses his lips to yours, warmth spreading through your body as you sink into his touch. His hands clutch your hips, clingy and fiddling with the edge of your shirt as you reach up and remove his blindfold, stuffing it into your pocket. He is insistent, seeking out your warmth and your skin and tasting you with everything he can.

You pull back only slightly, looking deeply into the hazy blue as he stares back, eyes half-lidded as he pants, “Are you okay?” You murmur, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, “Megumi will live, but you…” You brush his hair back, “Please, promise me you’ll talk to me if you need to?” He nods, blinking slowly, his six eyes taking in excessive information about your body and your energy. It’s strange, you can almost feel where his eyes pass over as he examines you, but it’s never been invasive, he’s always done this to make sure you’re okay reuniting after missions. “I love you,” He murmurs, “I’m so happy you’re alive, so happy you’re with me,” He mumbles, “I promise, I promise you my life, my everything,”

The weight of the Gojo name seems to lift from his shoulders for a brief few moments and you do everything you can to stay in this little bubble, “I love you too,” You whisper, “Satoru,” He tugs your arms lightly and you follow him back to the small house you share on campus before he presses you up against the back of the door, “Please, please, I need you,” He whines softly. His vulnerability is written all over his face and it almost makes you cry, “I need you so badly,” You nod, “I’m right here, Satoru, I’m yours,”

He pushes his face into your neck, licking and biting as tears drip onto your shoulder, his hands grabbing at your curves through your tight fitted clothing. You become pliant under his touch, one hand buried in his hair and the other over his shoulders as he lifts you and carries you to the bed you share. “You’re so pretty,” He mumbles against your skin, lifting his head to reveal his eyes, almost entirely black with a thin ring of the bright blue you know and love barely showing. “Satoru,” You coo softly as you softly undress one another, quickly becoming a heated tangle of limbs and tongues. Your fingertips trace down his chest and he shivers lightly, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before crawling over you, caging you beneath him. He watches you intently as his hand trails down, fingers dipping slightly into the wet heat between your legs, “So wet for me, huh doll?” He smiles, giddy with love.

His pupils are practically heart shaped as he gently works one finger into your warmth, making you gasp and arch your back up off the bed. His other hand kneads your breast lightly, tongue flicking out to caress your nipple. Soft moans and breathy repeats of his name fall from your lips as he works you open on his finger, curling it inside you to graze the spot that makes your vision blurry with ecstatic tears. “Y/n,” He groans, pushing a second and third finger inside with little to no preamble, making you grit your teeth a little as you squirm, “You can take it, I know you can,” He murmurs, lips trailing over your bared neck, “Such a good girl,”

You nod breathlessly, moaning as you screw your eyes shut with pleasure, “Satoru!” You cry out as his thumb pushes up against your clit, kneading the area softly. “Good girl, say my name,” He rumbles, swallowing your moans with his mouth for a moment as his hips rut against your thigh, desperate for some contact. You moan and tug him away from your lips with your hand knotted in the hair at the back of his head, “Please, please, Satoru I need you so bad,” You whine, trying to close your thighs as you feel the knot in your stomach build up, “Wanna cum with you!” He looks just as wrecked as you feel and his hips stutter against yours again, his hot length slipping through your folds with ease.

He blinks and shakes his head, dislodging your hand which falls to rest on your own chest, his hand reaching down to grab the base of his cock and pumping it a couple of times to spread the precum. He bites his lip as he properly shifts his knees between your legs, pulling your hips up towards his with his exceptional strength and then lining himself up. “I love you so much,” He whispers, “Never wanna let you go,” He groans as he pushes the tip inside, your toes curling and back arching. His hesitation only lasts for a moment before he drags you to him by your hips and pulls you into a seated position on his thighs, sinking you the entire way down his cock.

You slump against him, arms over his shoulders with his fingers digging into your hips as he lifts you up slightly so he can thrust shallow and hard, “Fuck, so pretty, this pussy’s all mine,” He grunts, slurping his tongue all over your neck and chest as he leaves teeth marks and bruises in hectic patterns. You’re lost in the feeling of his cock pressing insistently against the sensitive places inside you and dragging against your walls, “S-Satoru~” You moan, “M’ close!” You cry out, gripping the hair at the back of his head as he increases his pace, his eyes drawing you in almost hypnotizing you, “Me too doll,” He mutters, “Can you come with me? Be a good girl,” He leans in to whisper against your ear, his muscles tensing. You nod, “Yes, yes, g’nna cum with you, please!” You whine, clenching hard around him as the knot in your stomach snaps, your walls pulsing around him.

You go limp in his arms as he pushes himself to the hilt, crying out and burying his face against your neck as he holds you close, letting his body fall forwards so he’s resting on your chest. His warmth fills you and then spills out past where you’re connected, trickling down your ass and onto the sheets, but you can’t find it in you to care right now. You slowly remove your fingers from his hair and rub his scalp gently as the two of you find your way back down to earth, his heartbeat thumping against your own and his breath hot on your neck. “Satoru,” You whisper, voice hoarse, “I love you,”

His only reply is a hum and the softest butterfly kisses with both his eyelashes and his lips on your skin, pushing himself closer to you despite the combination of sweat and cum that slicks your skin. Right here right now, he is allowed to just be Satoru, and can shed the titles and the responsibility that he’s carried since birth. Being the strongest means nothing if you have nobody to love, and you vow to make sure that he will always have someone to love, be that you or Megumi, so he doesn’t ever come close to losing himself.

I hope y'all enjoyed my first nsfw work, I don't often write nsfw because i get halfway through and get writers block or don't write it very long so I hope what I wrote here is of sufficient length :)

remember my requests are open if you have something in mind! <3

#satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #satoru gojo #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojou #gojou satoru x y/n

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Hohoho open to tea shop au ideas i see

What abt my favorite trope that I forgot to ask abt before….

Carried over someone’s shoulder with their hand on ur thigh or ass, and then going abt their day in front of others w u just there

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Brat

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You knew you were probably playing with fire here, but it wasn't like your ankle was that bad. Just a little sprain was all, you could still do your job just fine! And you wanted to, you couldn't stand the thought of closing up shop for the day on a Sunday.

You loved Sundays more than anything. It had been half a year since you had opened and Sundays had become such a wonderfully busy yet cosy day for you. The old book club was always in gossiping away at their table. They had actually brought their own tea set and it now lived on the shelf only to be used when they were in. It's neighbour was the Japanese teaset that the D&D group that came in on Sundays used (they eagerly explained at length how it fit with their setting and how your tea blends and mochi just really fit the vibes). The father and daughter who always came in just after lunch didn't have a tea set but you had overheard that he liked pink and she liked orange so you always used the little kitschy peachy and orange fruit patterned tea set for them.

And it's not like any of your more protective customers had been there yesterday when you twisted your ankle. None of them had been in today either (you sometimes went weeks without seeing any of them which was to be expected) so you were probably safe from getting a right talking to about being on your feet. Not that the book club hadn't fussed about it, they very much had, but you were pretty good at hiding how painful it was so they didn't push.

If only John Price wasn't the most observant man on the planet when it came to you. Him and his boys had just gotten off of a mission and of course after cleaning up and debriefing they wanted to come visit their girl. You hadn't noticed them come in, too busy chatting away and pouring more tea for the group who seemed like they were scolding a set of dice.

The first hint something was off was Herzogin. She was always rubbing right up against him, Simon and Gaz while being a mean little thing to Soap. But this time she didn't so much rub against his legs as dart nervously over and paw at him.

The second larger hint was his arch nemesis, that awful cow Agnes who just wouldn't die even though she had to be about 102, looking at him with her beady little eyes and then gesturing with her head over to you. She was telling him he needed to pay attention to you, telling him something was up.

It took him all of 3 seconds to see how you favoured your right foot. All of 5 to conclude that you absolutely should not be putting weight on your left ankle at all. 10 to get to your side. Simon was right there with him, understanding the mission without words as always as he took the teapot right out of you hands so Price could heft you over his shoulder, chest to his back and legs dangling over his torso as he secured you with a strong grip to your thigh.

Your smile had barely had time to reach full wattage at seeing them before you were in the air with a little screech.

“J-John! Put me down!”

“I’ll get you another pot, any more snacks?”

“Oh actually could I get one of the strawberry mochi please? Hm? Right yeah make it 3 then.”

“‘Course.”

“Simon!” you yelled, in disbelief that he was just doing your job and your customers were straight up letting him.

Price jostled you on his shoulder to heft you to a better position for him and then walked over with you to the table where Soap and Gaz were now sat.

“What’re we thinking then lads?”

“Ye have any of that smoky tea in hen?”

“Lapsang souchong and yes, I have it in” you answered on instinct, hands pushing against Price's back so you could raise your torso and twist to look at Soap and Gaz who were very much not acting like this was strange at all.

“Aye, we’ll take that.”

Price turned with you then to make his way to the kitchen and you started to kick your legs to be put down. The smack to your ass was both mortifying and maybe a little bit exciting.

“Behave yourself luv or I'll need to tame the brat right out of you.”

Well, at least you could just bury your head in his back to try and maintain some level of dignity at how you had reacted to that.

#mhairidrabbles #mhairianswers #mhairidrabblesteashop

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quotedfictions · 1 year

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In The Dark

Synopsis: During reach out day, Tyler Galpin's old friends decide to take advantage of you and Eugene, a frail witch and the bee club president, while your boyfriend Wednesday is stationed in the chocolate shop of pilgrim world; only when everything goes dark in your eyes does Wednesday feel that something has gone wrong.

Themes: Male Wednesday Addams, Protective boyfriend, bullying, witch's, vampires, romance, caring boyfriend.

Warnings: Physical assault, verbal assault, bullying, general violence, profanity, name-calling.

Note: This does not follow the out reach day episode this is just a made up scene of my own imagination that is based off outreach day, I did, however, have to re-watch that episode to get the bullies right.

Wordcount: 880

Reaching Jericho, you are immediately ripped from your boyfriend as you head towards Pilgrim World with Eugene; it wasn't long before you reunited with each other; you lean over and whisper, genuinely curious about where his previous assignment went. "I suppose you finally convinced Enid to switch assignments with you; how on earth did you do that, if I might ask?" Wednesday Glanced at you while walking with you and the group. "I told her she would have the opportunity to partner with Ajax, and she took it." You nod in understanding and continue with the group as you get closer to the assigned job.

You soon reached your destination as Wednesday made his way to the front, you couldn't quite catch what he was saying to the group leader, but you could hear the group leader loud and clear. You all would be working in the chocolate factor; you despised milk chocolate, the scent, the texture, the taste. It could never compare to dark chocolate. Soon after being requested to change into the clothes once worn by the people who massacred and slaughtered your people, you sat with Eugene as he ate an entire tray of the chocolate handouts. "Eat too quickly, and you'll vomit, Eugene." the boy didn't listen.

As Eugene gives up on eating the last two pieces of fudge and goes to put his retainer in, one of the three boys that had approached you two from behind rips him up from under the armpits, and another grabs your arms from behind, holding you back. They forcefully carry him over to the pillory as you try to squirm and wiggle free "Eugene!" you call out, but he can't hear you anymore; you are disgusted when the boy next to walker starts talking. "Look at this greedy little freak." The more you struggle, the stronger the boy's grip; you then stop and burst out laughing when Eugene regurgitates the fudge he just ate onto the boys, but you would soon regret laughing.

"What are you laughing at, freak?" the boy holding you grabs your throat tightly, shutting you up and constricting you of air as you pull at his hands, gasping for air. "let go… of… me," you inhale with each word before the boy standing next to mayor walkers son slaps you so hard that your vision starts to blur, you struggle to pull his hands away from your throat, soon losing consciousness from the lack of oxygen. The last thing you remember is seeing and hearing Eugene calling out your name in concern, albeit unbeknownst to you, catching the attention of a particular goth boy.

When you awake, you cough and rub your throat before noticing you are in Nevermore's infirmary, your boyfriend reading a book beside you. Although Wednesday doesn't show any physical concern, his actions speak louder than any facial expression he'll make and much louder than the blunt riddles that leave his mouth. You figured he was the one to bring you here. Still, no doubt after causing chaos in the town square, catching the faint smell of burning metal, a broken down building, and bow rosin. "ah, your awake, good; I was wondering how long it would take for you to retake consciousness after being tortured by amateurs." you laugh dryly, your voice not entirely back from how roughly the boys from pilgrim world grabbed you.

Wednesday closes his book and places it in his bag before putting the back of his hand against your forehead, then pushing you back down into a lying position. "you have a fever; I suggest you continue to lay there, although you might not listen to me. If you would like, I can carry you back to the dorm, cara mia." your face heats up from his words, and you nod gently before croaking out a few profanities of protest to the unexpected and atypical behavior from your boyfriend. "holy shit why are you being so fucking strange today." Even though he could hear you perfectly fine, he pretended not to listen to a single word and proceeded to lift you from the infirmary bed.

When he lifted you, your head started spinning, and you hid your face in his chest, the black of his uniform shading your eyes from the light. When you opened your eyes, you seemed to have been fine, waking from the darkness of unconsciousness. Still, as you lifted higher into the light, you realized that your nervous system and eyes had not yet adjusted from being in the dark for so long, causing a slight sensitivity to the surrounding light sources. "Wednesday, cover my eyes, please. The lights are bothering me."

The boy understood, knowing that lights can be a bother no matter what you wake up from, whether from passing out or a decent night's sleep. "Just say when you are no longer in the dark, y/n." Wednesday made sure you knew that he would take the black cloth off your face when you were ready, carrying you back to your dorm only to discover that you had fallen asleep along the way, comforted by his cold embrace. The boy watched over you for the rest of the evening, knowing now that you would always sleep in the dark.

End.

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👋Hello, hope you are having a good day/night?

If you're interested in writing it I thought of an idea Bruce(Bats) x tall male werewolf reader

Reader is on the run from hunters and is hiding in Gotham. He's way taller than Bruce, a little rough around the edges and a total badass. No one knows he's a werewolf till some hunters come to Gotham, maybe they want to kill reader because he's a werewolf or want his pelt because its rare? Your choice. And maybe a lil bit of batfam?

Of course I'm interested. It sounds interesting. I do wonder how Bruce would react to a werewolf boyfriend.

Summary: Bruce meets a werewolf. Of course he doesn't realize it right away, but once he notices different people lingering around (Y/N), he is not sure that he knows everything about (Y/N).

Warnings: Violence, shifting into a werewolf, murder, Bruce being scared of the reader (for a moment)

(Y/N) walked back home. It was 2 am and he had just finished his shift as a security guard at the club. His statue and attitude in general made is great for a security guard in a rowdy club. And it worked well in Gotham. Criminals don't really come near you and they leave you be.

And if necessary, you could help out someone. Although, even the people he helped out were afraid of him. Could he blame them? No. He is tall as Mount Everest, with muscles and looks like he is one step away from murder.

Either way, it was great.

But this city was not. He now officially hates this city. There was far too noise for his supernatural hearing. He wanted to move away, somewhere far away from everyone, with woods near him. He doesn't like to be able in human form for a long time.

He checked his watch. 2:14 am. He will be back in ten more minutes and then he will sleep. He will have to text his boyfriend that he got home.

He took a quick look around, his paranoia acting up. He went through a lot over the years, he saw a lot of violence, death and destruction. Most of his friends were gone and he was now the definition of a loner wolf.

He looked down at his phone. His boyfriend was calling.

" Hey B. "

" Hey, are you near the apartment? "

" Close. I still can't believe you would stay up so late for me. "

" You are my boyfriend who works nightshifts. I'm worried about you walking around Gotham alone. I know you are taller than me and strong as me, but I still worry. "

" Well, there is no need. I will talk to you later and go to bed. "

" Will do. "

(Y/N) hanged up and put the phone back into his pocket. He took his keys and unlocked his apartment building. He needs to get in and sleep. He was about to unlock his apartment, but the smell made him stop. Who the hell was in his apartment? He took a sniff. It smelled familiar, but he couldn't pin point where he smelled it. That wasn't good.

He unlocked the door, moving quietly inside. He pounced at the figure waiting for him. (Y/N) pinned him to the ground, freezing when he saw the face. His old friend, who was supposed to be dead.

" What... You are supposed to be dead... How are you alive? " (Y/N) asked, shocked all the way to his core.

" I faked my death, my dear friend. "

(Y/N) stood up from his now alive friend, allowing him to get up.

" Why? "

" There are hunters coming to Gotham, but they are far more dangerous then the ones you encountered before. They are looking for your pelt my friend. "

" These aren't the ones that kill? "

" No, " the man shook his head, " They are far more sadistic. They will torture you until you turn and then skin you alive. And if you are lucky then they will kill you. " He said, sitting down on the couch.

" What name do you go by? " (Y/N) asked, crossing his arms.

" Alex. You need to leave Gotham now. "

(Y/N) shook his head. He can't. He can't leave Bruce and most definitely not his boys. He loved those boys as if they were his own. He considered them a part of his pack, people he needed to protect.

" I can't Alex. I... "

" Oh my God... You got connected with someone. You got a little pack! " Alex exclaimed.

" Keep your voice down. "

" Oh my dear friend... Well, you either tell them what you are or leave them. One way or another, the hunters will come for you. "

" I know that. "

" I hope you do. I have to go, I got to go now. Stay strong. "

" What other choice do we have? " (Y/N) asked Alex, who shrugged his shoulders.

He left the apartment and (Y/N) had sat down on the couch, leaning down and putting his head in his hands. What was he going to do? He needs to tell Bruce, but for the first time in a long time he was afraid. He feared the rejection more than the hunters... His priorities were messed up.

" Shit... "

But Bruce deserved to know the truth. He could at least do that. But could his heart take the rejection? (Y/N) muttered out a fuck then he looked for his phone. No... He is going to call him in the morning and ask him to meet. He has the weekend off and the time won't be the problem... Now he has to think about what to tell Bruce. Great...

(Y/N) was driving to the manor, trying to ignore the twitching oh his fingers on the steering wheel. His heart was beating so hard that (Y/N) thought that it was going to jump out of his chest. He got past the gate and parked the car. He saw Bruce waiting already at the entrance of the house. (Y/N) took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

He stepped out, going straight to Bruce. Bruce reached out, but (Y/N) stopped.

" Bruce, I... I need to tell you something... Well, I need to show you this, otherwise you won't believe me. "

Bruce tilted his head, clearly confused. (Y/N) took his hand and dragged him to the back of the house, the part that was covered by the woods. He could show him there.

" (Y/N) what are we doing back here? What do you need to show me?"

" Now, you are either going to hate me or kill me... Nothing in between. Are we alone? " (Y/N) asked taking his shirt off.

" Yes we are, but why are you taking your clothes off?! " Bruce asked, completely thrown off by (Y/N)'s behavior.

" Bruce, I am a werewolf. "

Bruce laughed for a second, but the laugh stopped when he saw (Y/N) in his boxers and then shifting.

The sound of bones cracking, as if they are breaking, the limbs turning into paws. Bruce saw fur that was black as night and then the most blue eyes he has ever seen. And the wolf was the biggest animal that Bruce has ever seen. And Bruce?

Bruce was in shock, eyes wide. (Y/N) whimpered and then lowered himself onto his belly. He wanted to show Bruce that he had nothing to fear, that he wasn't going to hurt him.

It took Bruce a moment to snap back. He crouched down, reaching out to (Y/N)'s head. He wanted to pet it. Why? The fur seemed soft and (Y/N) lowered himself on his belly.

" It's okay, I'm not going to hate you. " Bruce consoled his lover. (Y/N) sighed in happiness, moving closer to Bruce, wagging his big tail. He gently licked Bruce's hands.

Bruce smiled, scratching (Y/N)'s ears.

" I have a secret to tell you myself. Well, I have to show you too. "

(Y/N) shifted back to his human form, now only in boxers. He put his clothes on quickly, then hugged Bruce.

" Thank you... For not rejecting me... "

" I would never do that hun. Did something happen? "

" Yeah... Can we go inside? "

Bruce nodded, taking his lover inside. They sat at the couch, holding hands.

" So, if you are not a human in this world, there are going to be hunters after you. If you are a werewolf, you will hunted for your fur... But now, there is a new type of hunters. The ones that are far more sadistic, the one that torture you until you turn and then make sure you stay in that... Form as they skin you..." (Y/N) stopped, choking on his breath.

Bruce squeezed his hands, to calm him.

" Sweetie, that won't happen to you. "

" How do you know that? " (Y/N) asked, closing his eyes for a moment.

" Because I am Batman. "

(Y/N) opened his eyes and looked at Bruce. What? But... Everything fit together.

" Oh my God... "

" Yeah... " Bruce said, turning his head to the side with a small, nervous smile.

" I have questions about your werewolf side. Way to many. And I would like to get rid of those hunters for good. Well, not kill them, but... Make sure that they won't come back to Gotham. "

" What are we going to tell the boys? And Alfred? "

" They will understand, trust me hun, we have seen stuff that... Well, we have seen a lot. I think they will even cuddle with you even more. Damian will love you even more. "

(Y/N) smiled, moving closer to Bruce, kissing him gently. Bruce wrapped his arms around (Y/N), bringing him into his lap.

" Okay, you two need to get a room. " Jason said, turning his head away.

(Y/N) and Bruce moved away from one another, trying not to blush.

" Jason, why are you home earlier? " Bruce asked his son.

Jason has shrugged his shoulders and went to the kitchen. (Y/N) glanced at Bruce with a small smile. It will an interesting evening to say the least.

The reveal of (Y/N)'s werewolf side went well. Damian was the first to hug (Y/N)'s wolf and demanded that (Y/N) be in his werewolf form more. He won't take no for an answer. But they were mad once they heard about hunters trying to hurt their new dad.

Bastards. Jason was ready to kill them. (Y/N) had to restrain him to not do anything stupid. And that's why Jason was now on (Y/N)'s lap. He didn't mind it.

" Okay, then what is the plan? Hunters are close to Gotham and we need to protect you. You are like our second dad... " Dick said, looking down at the floor.

" Well, I wanted to ask you this question for a while... Would you like to move in with us? " Bruce asked, hope shining in his eyes.

" Of course. You guys are my pack now. "

Jason leaned back, wrapping (Y/N) arms around him.

" It's official. You are our new dad. " Jason said, nodding to himself.

" Well, I say we set a trap for the hunters. " Damian said, standing up from the chair he was sitting in.

" An ambush you mean? " Tim asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

" Of course. (Y/N) gave us the descriptions and we can track them easily. They are going to pay. " Damian said, fire burning in his eyes.

Bruce looked a bit worried, but he couldn't exactly blame his son either. Nobody should go through what (Y/N) went through. Nobody.

" Hun, you stay put and we will deal with them. " Bruce said, taking his cowl. Jason stood up from (Y/N)'s lap and joined the others. They got ready and with a hug went to the car. Bruce gave (Y/N) a quick kiss and then a hug.

" Wait here, we will be back soon. "

(Y/N) nodded, sitting back down. He glanced at Alfred, the person who was quiet this entire time.

" I'm happy you are here master (Y/N), don't worry about my opinion. You have made master Bruce happy and the boys have accepted you. What more could I ask for? " Alfred said, smiling at (Y/N).

" You know, I have always wanted your approval. "

Alfred hummed, smiling at the werewolf.

" Well, you don't have to worry about that. I see the way you look at Bruce and the boys... You love them like they are your own and you are not freaked out by master Bruce night job. You are quite okay with that. And maybe I favor you more than Bruce. "

(Y/N) nodded, standing up and then hugging Alfred.

" Thanks Alfred. "

Alfred hugged back. (Y/N) was finally happy. He found the man he loves, the kids he loves as if they were his own... He found his pack. He finally found his pack.

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