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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Maybe I should have problems, but I love. With a happy ending. After all, I love your writing! ❤️ I wanted to ask about Lando. Where the character has a girls' night out and ends up getting drunk, When Lando goes to pick her up she simply says "please don't touch me, I have a boyfriend". Lando ends up trying to convince her that she is his girlfriend, but she simply punches him back and tells him to stay away, but in the end she recognizes him and feels really bad about it, a night of care when they get home maybe?

I'm from Brazil, sorry for the bad English ❤️ I would be very happy if you wrote about this, but if you are not enthusiastic about the idea you can discard it, I appreciate your comfort. 💕

Keep Your Hands To Yourself - LN

I love this idea. I have done a like post-girls night out fic before but she wasn't so drunk she doesn't recognise him, she kind of just lets Lando take care of her. But this sounds a little funny, I hope I do it justice.

Lando being home means his girlfriend is home too and while her boyfriend is sitting doing a stream with Max, she is out on the town with the girls.

Usually y/n is the mother of the group, pretty responsible and takes care of herself and everyone else. So Lando trusts her to be safe on a night out without him there needing protect her.

However when his phone rings with her name popping up, Lando is confused and almost worried.

"Lando? Lando?" A voice that is definitely not his girlfriend's calls out, but it is the voice of one of her friends.

"Hey, what's up? Is everything ok?" Lando asks while hearing his girlfriend's voice which is very much loud in the background making him laugh. "Is that y/n?"

"Lando, you have to come get her. She got kicked out the club for throwing up. She's going ballistic and she won't listen to anyone." Y/f/n states sounding nearly desperate. "Please, come get her. None of us have seen her like this and we don't know what to do."

"Fucking hell, she sounds feral mate." Max chuckles before they hear her voice.

"I'm not drunk! I'm trying to get a fucking McDonalds, stop getting in my way!"

"Alright, I have you location. I'll come and get her. Do you guys need a ride?" Lando asks making the young woman sigh in very obvious relief.

"No, we're not done for the night but she's too far gone and we can't get into anywhere else with her like this."

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine." Lando nods standing up with a smile as he pats Max's shoulder. "I gotta go mate, y/n is going feral."

"Let me know how that goes. I can't imagine y/n being that drunk...she's always so chill."

"Yeah, wish me luck."

Getting the location, it's not hard to miss where his girlfriend is since there's a crowd of young women around her as she sits on top of a wall.

"Alright, I'm here. Hey, princess." Lando smiles parting the crowd who practically vanish in seconds. Presumably happy to hand over the drunk woman and get on with their night, they trust Lando to take care of her and get her home safely.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Now sober, y/n is a sweet, softly spoken girl who he's rarely heard swear.

"Very funny, y/n. Come on home time." Lando laughs moving towards her, his hands moving to takes hers so he can pull her up.

But when her own hand comes up and he finds himself with a burning cheek. Out of sheer shock, her grabs her hand pushing it down, mainly to make sure she's not going to follow up with a backhand.

"Don't touch me. Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming over here, trying to grab at me. My boyfriend would run you over with his car."

Lando's seriousness over her reaction is replaced with trying to hold a laugh in from her saying he'd run someone over with his car.

"Baby...I am your boyfriend." Lando states making rage burn behind her eyes. "I'm Lando Norris, I'm your boyfriend. You're my girlfriend. We met 7 months, 3 weeks and 2 days ago. You'd never forgive me if I forgot that but you let me get away with not knowing hours, minutes and seconds."

That's a real conversation they had, as a joke she said she allow him to not have to know hours minutes and seconds but months, weeks and days were mandatory. It was a joke, but Lando has been keeping count.

"Can I please take you home? You're never this drunk." Lando pleads and thankfully everything simmers away from behind her eyes for a moment as recognition lights up behind her drunk gaze.

Tears well in y/n's eyes as he hand raises again and she gently rubs his cheek which is still burning hot from the slap.

"I hit you."

"It's ok."

"No. No. It's not." Y/n hiccups making him sigh. A new level of drunk unlocked with her but at least she knows who he is now. "I'm so sorry."

"Baby, it's ok." Though it did sting.

"No, I hit you so hard." Y/n hiccups very much upset.

"How about we get you some McDonalds and then we can get you home and you'll be ok?" Lando offers making her somewhat whine but she nods sighing as he holds out his hands to help her up and thankfully this time he doesn't get slapped the fuck out of.

Her hands are in his and she is pulled up onto wobbly legs before she swallows thickly and she does have to dodge Lando trying to kiss her.

"No. I vomited in the bushes, you don't want to kiss me right now." Y/n states making Lando grimace but nod at her.

They get to his car quick enough where Lando fusses over her, making sure her seatbelt is clipped in and secure and putting her bag gently in the footwell before taking her shoes off too.

"Comfortable?" He asks making her nod a little but the guilty expression is still very prominent on her face. "Baby, I'm completely fine. Just lets me know that you won't stand for anyone else touching you and you can defend yourself when you need to."

"There's a mark."

"Stop, baby. I'm ok, I just wanted to get you home. It's alright." Lando continues to assure her before smiling lightly. "I love you and we're going to go get you some food then get you home, clean you up because you're a bit mucky and then we're going to sleep. Both of us. Does that sound ok?"

They get her what she thinks is an excessive amount of McDonalds but she does eat more than half of it, much to Lando's amusement and then when they get back to the house. Lando decides to carry her out of the car to the indoors.

"Ok, are you still hungry?" Lando asks since she's still holding the McDonald's.

"No. I'm full." Y/n murmurs certainly sobered up a little from her earlier state thanks to the food.

"You're full?" Lando questions making her nod a little before she's placed down on her feet and he places the bag of food on the counter. "Alright, clean up time."

He gets her make up off first, something he's beginning to be a pro at doing correctly because he likes to do it when she's not been on a night out too. Following up with brushing her teeth twice, just wanting to make sure that the food and residue vomit is all washed from her mouth.

"In the shower." Lando instructs after turning on the water and making sure it's just below the temperature that he dupes "the bowls of hell" since his girlfriend does like to boil herself alive in the shower and step out looking like a lobster.

"Thank you."

Y/n gives herself an aggressive scrub up and down while Lando smiles just watching her. He might be trying to take care of her and make sure she's all safe and sound in her room, but there's no denying he enjoys seeing his girlfriend naked in nearly any certain circumstance.

"Towel, please baby." Y/n murmurs making him smile and stand up unfolding the towel that he's been waiting with and wraps around her. Finally getting a kiss that he feels almost having been deprived off before now since he didn't get a kiss after she'd brushed her teeth.

Eventually she's dried off, Lando does blow-dry her hair for her before they finally climb into bed and he sighs as she curls up against him. No surprise that y/n is quick to fall asleep. Completely exhausted and her sleep very nicely aided by the alcohol still very much present in her system.

No doubt he'll be helping nurse her through a hangover tomorrow, but for now he just enjoys her cuddliness and quiet.

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ourautumn86 · 6 months

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i want to hear you scream

tsunderes abby and ellie! x fem! reader

synopsis; strange and gory murders have been going on in your town. it’s one night alone at your home that you discover the reason behind this slashers, and the identity of those behind the mask.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, murders of characters, description of stabbing and gore, slashers, knives, blood, death of fictional characters, chasing, fear, kissing, making out sessions, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, prey kink (?), use of y/n (i’m sorry but it was needed) but mostly of nicknames like doll, princess and baby, threats, knife kink (?), dom! abby and ellie x sub! reader, nipple and boob play, fingering, face riding, oral sex (r and abby receiving), strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, sick obsession, abby and ellie are tsunderes for reader, abby and ellie make out (😍), degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating, ellie and abby use reader like a toy…

a/n; i’ve spent three days on this. it’s been hard and i hope all of you really like this halloween special. have lots of fun and be safe this halloween! love you! also special thanks to @atomicami and @abbyscherry for cheering me up so much ily!!!🩷

“this is so horrible…” you told your best friend dina as you watched the news. harry, a guy from your high school had been murdered. he was the fourth victim in the hands of this terrible murderer called ghost face. your high school had cancelled its classes in hope to make its students safer, to no avail and luck it seemed, since every morning a new body appeared.

“shit! he gutted him up!” dina yelled, eyes widened as she stared at the screen, now showing harry with his abdomen open, intestines hanging and in full display. you looked away, incapable to look.

“why a he? it could be a girl.” you said, and dina looked at you.

“could you gut a guy up? are you the killer?!” she jumped and you shook your head.

“i slept with you last night!”

“maybe you snuck out and killed harry!” you frowned.

“why would i do that?”

“for how he treated you last year, remember? when you turned him down and then went bragging about having fucked you and saying ‘how much of a slut you were’.” she explained. “it seems reasonable to me.”

“you’re right… and you’re next!” you screamed as you jumped on her, making her laugh as you tickled her.

“okay, okay! i surrender!” she struggled in between chuckles and you pulled away, letting her breath.

that was when your phone pinged with a new notification. you sighed when you saw who it was coming from.

“who’s that?” dina inquired, peeking from your side to get a glimpse of the screen. “ugh. liam? again?! he is fucking obsessed.”

“i know. i don’t know why he keeps trying. i already told him i don’t go for boys but he won’t stop.” you rolled your eyes, leaving your phone aside. “by the way, didn’t you have to go meet up with jesse?” you remembered, to what your friend gasped.

“oh my god i’m so late!!!” she jumped out of the couch, putting on her shoes. “when are your parents getting home?” she asked.

“not for another couple of days.”

“wait. should i stay with you? i’m not sure you should be left alone… do you want me to stay?” you shook your head.

“no! no! i’ll be alright. i promise.” she didn’t move, to why you got up and pushed her slightly so she’d start moving towards the door. “go! jesse is waiting for you.”

she groaned. “okay! but promise me you’ll stay safe!” she said and you nodded, opening the door for her, your fuzzy socks against the hardwood floor.

“i promise. you too please.” she nodded, and gave you a tight hug.

“lock the doors!” she yelled as she made her way back to her car.

“don’t trust the love interest!” you yelled back and she funnily looked at you, rolling her eyes.

you waved at her goodbye and watched her drive away before closing your front door and locking it. you cheeked every door and window of your house, making sure they were closed.

you went back to the salon, getting snacks on the way to scroll through the different options of movies you had to spend your time with. you went ahead and picked one horror one, it was october after all.

you were mid-film when your phone lighted up with another notification from liam.

you rolled your eyes, taking a peek at the later and most recent messages he had sent you.

you frowned.

“what?” you muttered to yourself. was this a joke? was he playing with you?

next thing you knew your phone was ringing, liam’s name on your screen. you picked it up, an unknown voice coming through the phone. it was not liam.

“hello, y/n.”

“who’s this? where’s liam?” you heard a chuckle.

“asking about a man while talking to me? now you might make me jealous…” “liam can’t come to the phone right now. he’s… indisposed.” you looked out your windows, you could feel someone watching you. it was making your skin crawl. “what are you looking for, hm?”

“i’m gonna call the police.” you nervously said, and heard a laughter.

“ending our little play date so soon? we haven’t even played yet. do you want to play a game, y/n?” you were growing paler by the minute, your skin shining in a cold sweat.

you quickly hung up the phone, calling dina instead.

“come on, come on…” you muttered as it rang. “pick up, pick up!” you sighed when she finally did. “oh thank god, dina! there’s something wrong! i think there’s someone…” but all your words died on your throat when that same voice came though the line.

“did i tell you you could hang up on me?” this time it was rougher. your phone received a video, in which you could see dina and jesse laughing and eating popcorn. “dina seems pretty happy tonight, hanging with her little boyfriend. she really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone…”

“what do you want?” you sacredly asked, throat dry.

“i told you, i want to play a game. horror movie trivia, three rounds. you call the cops, she and her boyfriend die. you get a question wrong, they die. i can be in that room in 15 seconds. you want a warm up question?” you were sobbing by the time.

“i don’t know much about horror movies!” you pleaded, hearing a chuckle.

“poor thing…” “in the fist stab movies, what woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?” the killer completely ignored you, starting the game.

you though for a moment before the answer came up to your mind. “it’s sidney prescott!” you sniffled, quickly talking. “it’s sidney prescott and she lived on elm.”

“correct!” the voice cheered. “you see? you’re gonna do great at this! okay, question one—“

you frowned, quickly cutting them up.

“no, no, no, no… i got that one right. it should count.”

“that was your warm up question, sweet thing, anyone could have gotten that one right, it’s easy. sidney’s in every movie but the last one.” “question one. who wrote the book the shining?” the killer inquired and you quickly answered. you knew that one.

“stephen king!”

“correct. dina and jesse might live to see the sunrise.” “question two. how many people died at the hand of jason in the first friday the 13th movie?” your eyes widened.

“um… um…” shitshitshit.

“times ticking…”

you quickly left the call and entered google, searching the answer. once you came up with it with shaky hands, you answered.

“none.”

“correct! you seemed to pull that one off. let’s move to the last question…” “what is the number one rule on randy’s list for surviving a horror movie in scream?”

your face fell. “i…”

you didn’t know.

you were trying to find the answer but nothing was coming up. why was there nothing coming up?!

“no answer?” you swallowed your tears as you walked to the kitchen, taking a knife. you were getting ready for what’s coming.

“fuck you.” you spat, and heard a chuckle once again.

“close… but wrong. now, you might be able to answer to this one… am i inside the house or out?” your blood ran cold. suddenly, you heard a creek of the floor wood, and when you turned around, there it was, black eyes and white face staring at you in a scream.

you shrieked, and ran, hearing quick footsteps behind you. you ran was quickly as you could towards the entry door, which stood open, handle jammed, but before you could reach a couple of arms were engulfing you in a tight grip, and your knife was clattering on the floor.

you screamed, trying to fight off the masked killer, punching and kicking them as hard as you could, to no avail. they were too strong.

“shh, shh, that’s harsh baby. treating me so badly when the only thing i’ve done is treat you so right…” the modulated voice whispered on your ear, pulling you with them to your living room. “i even brought you a present!” the killer said, and in a blink the lights to your garden were on, showing who seemed to be liam tied to a chair, eyes widening in terror when he saw you, trying to free himself from the restraints, and scream thought the tape shutting his mouth.

but what really made your heart jump was the other ghost face standing beside him, who crooked their head to the side. “what’s the matter, y/n? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there are…, two?” you inquired to yourself in disbelief, in fear. this made a lot of sense to why they couldn’t find the culprit to all these murders.

“oh, sweetheart, there’re always two.” the ghostface holding you muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “what do you have to say about your present, hm? isn’t it pretty?” your eyes drifted back to liam, who was already staring at you with a terrified look in his eyes. he looked beat up, nose broken and one of his eyes puffy and turning purple.

you felt your eyes pricking with tears at the thought that you could be next. “what do you want?” you wobbly inquired.

“you don’t like it? we did it just for you. we know how much he’s been nagging you. poor brain dead boy can’t take a hint.” liam grunted when the ghostface beside him gave him a smack in the head.

“we also found out something you’d like to see…” the ghostface behind you said, pressing the knife against your throat just a little tighter so you wouldn’t move as they freed you from one of their arms, their gloved hand dipping inside the pockets of their dark cloak and pulling out a hand of pictures. “why don’t you take a look?” your eyes drifted to the pictures they were handing you. they were all of you. in high school, at your home, sleeping, with your friends…

“what… what is this?” your fear coated voice asked, and the other ghost face chuckled.

“why don’t you ask, liam? caught him rubbing one out to them. seems like he likes you a little bit too much.” your eyes widened in horror. he had been stalking you?

“that’s a little bit serial killer of you, liam…” the ghostface behind you sarcastically said, clicking their tongue.

“liam…?” you called for him, and the other ghostface pulled the tape off of his mouth.

“i… i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it!” you felt sick to your stomach, the urge to puke deep in your throat. he stopped talking as the ghostface punched him in the face.

“fucking disgusting…” liam grunted when they took him by the hair, a knife on his throat. “you make me want to gut you up, like all those other pigs and bitches before you. they had it fucking coming by trying to hurt her, fuck her.” your heart seemed to stop, your eyes widened.

“wait…” you looked as pale as a ghost, blood frozen in your veins. “you did all of this… killed all of them… for me?” you suddenly stopped feeling those warm arms around you, letting you free. you were in shock, stuck in place.

“you seem surprised.” the ghostface beside you cocked their head, waving their knife. “what? couldn’t expect someone would kill for you? oh baby, we would do anything for you.” they walked away from you and towards the other ghostface. “sarah martins. bullied you all the way through your first years of high school. she made you so unhappy… we couldn’t let her get away with it.” they said. “bitch died like a fucking pussy, calling for her mommy.” they snickered.

“cole brown.” the other ghostface, who now you could see was much broader and taller than the one that had been holding you spoke. “really thought making fun of you at prom was ‘cool’. cool was the way his face caved in when i dug my fucking axe into his brains.”

“sarah smith. that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut, speaking badly of you to everyone. i made her eat shit, and then, her own puke before i turned her into a fucking strainer.”

“harry davis. sour motherfucker. couldn’t fuck you so he had to lie about it. gutted him like a fish.”

“and lastly, you…” the taller ghostface took liam’s face with one of their big hands. “what should we do with you?”

“let’s just finish him off already, i’m getting bored.” the other said, lifting their knife.

they had killed them all… for you. because they… loved you?

“who are you?” you inquired, the masks both looking back at you. you could almost feel their smirks.

“look at her. isn’t she cute? we killed 4 people for her and she’s already in deep.” the ghostface laughed. “is that it sweet thing? that’s why you ain’t running? you liked that we hurt these people for you?” you shook your head.

“no, i-“

“i think you do. i think you’re getting off on this. having someone so obsessed with you that they’d kill those that had hurt you.“

��that’s not true!”

“what makes you think you couldn’t be next?” the other asked, stepping closer to you, and you took a step back, their big figure intimidating.

“you love me.” you said, and they sighed.

“that i do. but that doesn’t mean that i couldn’t hurt you.” you took a glimpse at the knife in their hands. “do you want me to hurt you?” your legs shook. you could feel the eyes behind the mask trailing down your body, covered by your skimpy little pijama. “answer me.” the killer ordered, but you could only focus on the dragging of their knife up your stomach, slowly.

“no.”

“liar.” you shivered, gasping when a hand circled your neck.

“what do you want from me…?”

“you know what we want.” you gulped, thighs squeezing against the other. “and you seem to want it too.” you unconsciously bit down on your lip. why was this strangely turning you on? they were killers for god sakes, you should be calling the cops, running as far as you could. but suddenly they were pushing away. “but first… we need to take care of our little friend here.” they went back to liam, who looked terrified.

“please, please let me go, i won’t do it again!” he begged, and the other ghostface groaned.

“ugh. hate it when they start begging.” they said before stabbing him in the stomach, making him yelp in pain. you gasped, hands going up to your mouth as you watched the blood starting to pour down onto the floor of your patio. “don’t you get it?” they inquired, pressing the knife to his temple. “you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“no, please!” another stab, this time coming from the ghostface that had come up to you moments ago.

“should’ve thought it twice before messing with our girl.”

our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl.

you were their girl.

another stab.

and another.

you could just stand there and watch as blood sputtered from liam’s lip, as the life slowly left his eyes and he bled to death. one final slice to the throat was what finally ended his suffering, cascades of blood trailing down his neck and chest as he tried to breath in gurgles. with one last shaky breath, he was gone.

“one more, one less.” one of them said, before the two of them turned towards you, white masks splattered in blood. “now… what should we do with you?” you shivered as they stepped closer, you could feel their intense gaze on you.

“such a pretty little thing… look at her. i’ve waited for this moment for so long…”

they were caging you in between them and the exterior wall of your home like predators would with their prey. they thrived on this, on your terror, on this little sick game of theirs.

you gasped when your back hit the wall, cold surface against your burning skin. then, their hands were on you, and you were in flames. your skin grew in goosebumps.

“so beautiful…” you watched as the taller one took off their bloody gloves, one of their warm strong hands cupping your cheek. “can’t stain such a pretty thing with their filthy blood, right?” “now. why don’t you tell us what you want, hm?”

“your faces. i want to see your faces.” you begged, hands shaking.

“whatever my girl wants.” the other said, before raising their still gloved hands towards their mask, the one touching you did the same, and at the same time they let them fall onto the floor.

all breath left your lungs. they were beautiful. like angels of death that had come knocking down on your door. you were mesmerized. blonde strands with the bluest eyes staring into your soul, along with green ones with auburn hair that would shine like fire under the sun. you were mesmerized.

the freckled girl chuckled, her now naked hands taking your chin. “look at her, like a deer in dead lights. like what you see, baby?” your cheeks flushed. you did. you tried to look away, but there was the tall blonde to stop you, her hand back against your cheek.

“aw, don’t go and get shy on us now. you better answer ellie, princess.”

ellie. the green eyed was called ellie.

“i do.” you said, and their smirks only grew more.

“i bet you do, hm?” ellie hummed, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, caressing it. “you know. i’m so tired due to all the killing and all… treated you so good… i think we deserve a thank you, don’t you think doll?” you nodded. god. her voice was doing things to you.

“thank you.” you breathed out, but she clicked her tongue.

“come on, i think you can do better than that, hm?” she stared at your lips, thumb pulling from your bottom one, and you gulped. you knew what she wanted. you nodded, and she smiled, wetting her own with her tongue as she leant in. you couldn’t help but stare at her lips due to that gesture, slowly closing the distance in between the two of you until her lips were on yours. she groaned, and your whole body shivered. it didn’t take long until her tongue was pushing inside your mouth, and you whimpered, your eyes closed shut as you kissed her back. once she pulled away, there was a string of spit connecting both of your lips. she licked at your bottom lip to get rid of it, making you slightly moan. “good girl.” she praised, and your cunt throbbed. “now, why don’t you thank abby, hm? don’t want her to get jealous.”

abby. ellie and abby. why did their names have to be as pretty as them?

abby bit down on her bottom lip, cunt throbbing at your half lidded eyes, dazed face and swollen reddish lips. she wanted to eat you whole. she didn’t waste time in pulling you by your waist, warm tongue inside your mouth as your hands clasped on her strong broad shoulders. they kissed so good… the kiss quickly escalated. she was hungry. you moaned against her lips as her hands took your ass, squeezing, pulling impossibly closer. “abby…” you sighed when you felt her lips on her neck.

“fuck. sounds even better than i expected.” she muttered, her name sounded heavenly if it came from your lips.

“now i’m the one getting jealous.” ellie said with a a smirk on her lips, obviously enjoying the little show you two where giving her. you pulled from her cloak closer, and her eyes fell as she leant in when you did, searching her lips once again. “oh, yeah?” her eyebrows arched and you nodded, kissing her. this time she wasn’t as soft as the first time, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands dipped in her auburn hair. she hummed. this was heaven. ellie’s lips on your own and abby’s on your neck, sucking bruises that you won’t even bother to cover —it’s not as if they’d let you—. suddenly ellie’s hands were on your boobs, and your back arched, her fingers pinching your nipples. “let’s go to your room, hm?” you nodded, fucked out look on your face, and took one of their hands in between your own to drag them upstairs.

you were on the bed as soon as you were stepping into your room, abby and ellie taking their cloaks of to show their jeans and wife beaters, along with the bulges resting in between their thighs. your mouth watered, and ellie chuckled.

“my eyes are up here, doll.” you blushed.

“needy little thing, you just need a good fuck, don’t you?” abby’s sultry voice went straight to your cunt, and you moaned, nodding. “of course you do, look at you. i bet that little pussy of yours is soaked, isn’t it?” you bit down on your lip, and nodded again. “why don’t you show us, baby?” suddenly, you felt exposed, their gazes on you making you shiver. you slowly took of your shorts, along with your cotton panties, which were now drenched in your slick. your whole body was burning by the time your thighs parted, your cunt on full display for the pair, who groaned at the same time. “open up for me, princess.” she muttered, eyes unable to move away from your soaked folds. you complied, two of your fingers dipping in between them to pull them apart, slick keeping them connected, and show your twitching entrance and puffy little clit.

“fuuuuck.” ellie moaned, one of her hands coming down to her crotch to palm herself, the back of her strap rubbing her own throbbing clit. “good girl.” she praised, and you whimpered, your hole twitching in need.

“please…” you begged.

“what do you want, princess? tell us and we’ll give it to you.” abby said.

“i want you. i want you to fuck me.” that was their breaking point. ‘cause who were they to say no to something they’ve been dreaming about for years. they were on you in a blink. hands all over your body. abby’s fingers dipped in between your folds, ellie’s hands got rid of your shirt, leaving you completely exposed and naked for them, and took a hold of your tits. your back arched, maybe at the tight circles abby was drawing on your clit, maybe at the feeling of ellie’s lips and tongue on your sensitive nipples. a pornographic drawn out moan left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut. “fuck.” you cried out. you’ve never felt like this. you’ve never been this wet.

“so fucking soaked, you’re desperate for it, huh?” abby groaned, and ellie bit down on your nipple. “gonna stuff this pretty pussy up.” you moaned.

“you want abby to fuck you baby? want her to stretch you open on her cock?” ellie taunted you. you nodded, and she smirked. “of course you do… why don’t you get on your hands and knees for us, hm?” your legs were quivering, arms wobbly as you pushed yourself to the position she had asked for, exposing your ass and wet cunt to the hungry eyes of abby, whose hands came down to squeeze your ass cheeks, making you whine. ellie’s thumb caressed your bottom lip, slightly pushing inside your mouth. “open.” she ordered, and your mouth fell ajar for her. “more.” you gagged as she pushed down on your tongue. “thaaat’s it.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a moan ripped your throat when you felt abby’s tongue licking a fat strip up in between your slick folds.

“fuck. tastes so good.” abby groaned, her fingers digging in your ass to push you back against her face.

you were in a daze, spit dribbling down your chin as abby ate you out.

“now. you’re gonna take whatever abby’s gonna give you while i fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, understood?” you nodded, and her thumb left your mouth so her hands would reach her crotch and unzip her jeans. she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just her black strap, which hung low on her hips once she got rid of her pants. you gulped. it was fucking huge. “open up for me, doll.” you complied, moans leaving your throat due to abby’s administrations. she was eating you out like a starved woman, tongue buried in your hole, slurping to every tiny drop you’d give her.

soon enough ellie was sliding down your throat, slowly. “atta girl. nice and deep.” and you tried your best to take it, to not choke and gag. but a harsh deep thrust made you, and ellie couldn’t love it more. “fuck that’s it. choke on my cock, baby.” she groaned. the sight was heavenly.

but you were the one in heaven. abby’s lips were around your clit, sucking, as one of her fingers probed inside your cunt, making you whimper. ellie continued her thrusts down your throat, making spit dribble down your chin towards your breasts. your back was arched in pleasure, your eyes watery. you were so turned on that you knew you wouldn’t last.

abby pushed another finger in, fucking them in and out of you, her thick fingers perfectly hitting your g spot. you were a moaning mess, doe eyes heavy as you stared up at ellie. “fuck. i want to fucking ruin you.” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips snapping harder. you whimpered, your cunt clenching around abby’s fingers. you were gonna cum.

“you’re gonna cum baby? gonna soak my face?” you nodded around ellie’s cock, moaning. “go ahead, let me see this pretty pussy drip for me.” when her lips went back to your clit sucking, you felt it hit you. your walls squeezed around her fingers as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks as abby fucked you through it, walls pulsing and soaking her digits in a creamy white that dripped down your seam. she sucked you clean, licking her fingers as she pushed them inside her mouth once you were done.

your ears picked up on the sound of a flyer opening, and your cunt throbbed. your back arched when you felt the tip of her strap gliding through your puffy folds. you whined.

“can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, fuck.” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna stretch you and mold you to my cock.” you nodded around ellie’s dick, whimpering.

“look at her, she’s begging for it.” she chuckled. “you better give it to her, abby.” she didn’t have to say it twice before she was pushing inside of you, all breath leaving your lungs. she was so fucking big.

“that’s it princess, open up for me. taking my cock so good. pussy so hungry for it…” you moaned, trying to relax so you could fit it all inside. you moaned when she finally thrusted herself inside your warm walls, a squelch filling the room along with abby’s grunt. the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit.

she pulled out just to thrust inside once again, and your back arched.

“good girl. you’re being such a good girl letting us use you like this…” one of ellie’s hands came down onto your head, slim fingers lacing on your hair.

“pussy so good is swallowing me all up. you like my cock baby? like it?” she groaned, snapping harshly her hips against your ass. you screamed, gagging around ellie’s dick.

they were harshly fucking you now, taking everything they could from you. you were gagging and moaning non stop, your mind feeling dizzy due to the lack of air.

every thrust hit your g spot, one of abby’s hands, that had been gripping your hips hardly enough to leave bruises, coming down in between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit. you tried to wiggle your way away from her touch, but her other hand came down onto your ass in a slap. “don’t run away from me.” she ordered and you whimpered. ellie pulled out of your mouth, and since she no longer was grabbing you by your hair, your arms wobbled, letting you fall against the duvet.

“look at you…” she cooed. “used like a fucking toy, hm?” she chuckled. moans spilled from your lips with every one of abby’s thrusts your sore nipples rubbing against the sheets at the strength of the snaps of her hips. “get up. we’re not done with you yet.” she pulled you up by your hair again, abby’s free hand and arm holding you form your stomach to pull you closer against her chest, making her cock slip deeper inside of you. you cried out.

“too much. ‘s too much!” you slurred.

“fuck abby, i can see your cock in her.” ellie moaned, biting down on her lip at the sight of abby’s strap poking through the skin of your stomach in a bulge. ellie’s hand took the place of abby’s against your clit so the blonde could drag you down harder on her dick. she was kissing your fucking cervix.

“i’m so deep in her she can’t even speak.” the other chuckled, groaning and grunting with each snap of her hips against you.

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming.” you cried, fat tears spilling from your watery doe eyes.

“yeah? gonna give us another one, baby?” you nodded, moaning non stop. “of course you are. go ahead, baby. i wanna hear you scream.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your second orgasm of the night hit you. you were drowning on it, screaming, gasping on ellie’s mouth as she hungrily and wetly kissed you. you tried to kiss her back in between cries and moans to no avail, your tongue messily sliding against her own.

“good girl. good. fucking. girl.” abby groaned with each thrust, fucking all your cum out of your cunt.

once you came down from it, you were panting heavily, body completely limp in between abby’s arms.

ellie’s hand surrounded your neck, biting on your bottom lip. “you think you can give me one more, baby? gonna let me fuck you, hm?”

“i can’t cum anymore…” you cried, and she cooed.

“aw… aren’t you cute.” she falsely pouted. “that’s something for me to decide.” you whimpered. oh fuck, why was your clit throbbing again? “here’s what we’re gonna do.” she squeezed your neck, making you gasp. “you’re gonna open your fucking legs for me and take my cock while you eat abby out, hm? i think she deserves a little thank you for fucking you up so good, don’t you think?” you nodded and she smiled. “that’s my girl.” you whined as abby pulled out of you, the emptiness in between your thighs making you shudder and whimper.

“shhhh, don’t worry baby. ellie’s gonna fuck you real good.” she whispered, slightly pushing you so you would lay on your back on the sheets. you watched as she unclasped her strap, showing her blonde mound and shiny lips. your mouth watered. “gonna be good for me and make me cum?” you nodded, and she crept her way up your body until your face stood below and between her thighs. you moaned, shiny eyes glued to her perfect pussy. your hands gripped her strong thighs as you felt ellie’s hands part your own to get in between them.

abby lowered herself on your face, moaning when your tongue came out of your mouth to lick a strip up her clit from her leaking hole. you cried out. fuck. she tasted so good. abby groaned at the way you lapped at her slick, starved. “so fucking needy. you like my pussy baby?” you nodded, humming and moaning against her as you suckled on her clit. one of her hands came down on your hair, gripping it. you pulled away from her when you felt ellie entering you in a harsh and quick thrust, making you scream.

“fuck. she’s so tight…” she grunted. “she’s milking my fucking cock.” she thrusted inside, and you moaned, but abby pulled you back to her cunt.

“come on baby. use that pretty mouth of yours.” she grunted, her hips bucking against your tongue. you flattened it so she could ride your face. “that’s it. stick your tongue out for me. oh fuck.” she moaned.

your mind was fuzzy, your pussy drooling around ellie‘s cock.

your back arched. you were feeling so good. they were fucking you so good.

“my pretty little doll, hm? aren’t you baby?” abby groaned, watching as you sucked on her clit, your moans and whimpers driving her closer to her orgasm. “eating my pussy so good. you love it don’t you? love it that ellie and me are using you to cum like a little toy, huh? of course you do. fuck.” she moaned. your eyes opened, and you almost came at the sight of abby and ellie making out on top of you. the blonde’s head was turned to the side as ellie leaned forwards, hungrily kissing her in between groans and moans. you cried out.

“look at her, she likes it.” ellie chuckled, and abby looked at you, a smirk on her lips.

you moaned, watching as ellie kissed at abby’s neck.

“oh, she loves it.” abby teased you, ellie giving you a specially harsh thrust as her hands grasped at abby’s breasts, her hips slamming against yours, making the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. “she’s fucking soaked.” she chuckled.

“then let’s give her a good show, hm?” ellie muttered against her lips, and abby harshly kissed her, making ellie moan.

you whimpered, watching as they made out on top of you, abby fucking your face. the kiss was hungry and angry, all tongue and teeth as abby pulled at ellie’s hair, making her fuck you harsher and faster. she was approaching her orgasm.

“i’m close.” abby groaned, snapping her hips harder against your mouth.

“me too, fuck. gonna cum so hard.” she gasped, and you moaned. “seems like she’s gonna cum too.” she smirked.

“you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream ellie’s cock?” you nodded, and abby moaned at the feeling of your nose bumping against your clit, pulling at your hair. “shit. go ahead baby, cum for us.” you moaned, your nails digging on her thighs as your own shook, your cunt pulsing as you came. you felt short of air, falling apart. you were fucking squirting. making a mess of the sheets and her cock.

“gonna fill you up. gonna fill this pussy up, fuck!” ellie groaned in between sloppy thrusts, finally cumming against her strap. abby didn’t take long to cream all over your tongue in a moan, thrusting her hips against your mouth to ride it out.

you were crying of overstimulation as they used you to fuck themselves through it.

when they finally stopped you felt boneless, completely spent. abby pulled away from your mouth, hearing a cry at the loss of ellie’s cock as she too pulled out of your drooling cunt. your cum had stained the bed sheets.

“poor thing. she’s completely fucked out.” ellie cooed, caressing your cheek.

“don’t worry baby. we’ll take care of you.” abby said. your vision was starting to blur, the exhaustion taking over your body. “we’ll always take care of you.” she promised. and with that, you passed out, feeling safe in between the arms of death.

a/n; 👻

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⌗ ADORE YOU ﹕이희승 (TEASER)

꒰ synopsis ꒱ all hopes were crushed when you realized there was no way to get close to your crush, choi beomgyu. your advances to get close to him never seemed to work. so, you decided to get closer to his best friend, heeseung, by joining the broadcasting club. but as scripts change, so do crushes, and you end up falling for his best friend instead.

▸ auditions are open . . . !

ㅤ❕MATCHMAKER ── crush bsf ! heeseung x reader

fast forward ⃕ [ genre ] : written, fluff, angst, 90s au, unrequited love

meet the members ! beomgyu, gaeul, jungwon, taehyun, juyeon [more tba.]

warnings 𖧷 [only in this scene] unrequited love, yn kinda uses hee, thats all I think

ㅤhe's a real catch ▹ est. 2OK

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THE FALL OF NINETEEN-NINETY SIX MARKED A PIVOTAL MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE. Ever since you came into the world, you never really could grasp the concept of love.

You wrapped your head around the myths and tales your mother would read to you every night. You thought that every princess would have her own shining knight in armor. So, after thirteen years of living, where was yours?

Your knight in shining armor, or knights in shining armor, existed within the pages of the comic books you read. You often wondered if they would magically pop out of your books and transport you into their world. Similarly, you wondered whether any of the characters from your adored TV shows would step out and bring you into their lives.

So, it wasn't a surprise when your jaw dropped to the ground as you saw the most beautiful man in your life (well, technically, boy). If the epitome of beauty was a fourteen-year-old boy, it would be Beomgyu.

But it wasn’t just his face that made your thirteen-year-old self swoon over him, it was also the way he acted. You loved the way he conversed, his smooth way of talking at a young age and the way he smiled at you every time he made jokes with his friends. You loved how his eyes lightened every time he’d pull a silly prank.

But the problem was, he never talked to you. You admired him from afar. You never actually had the guts to talk to him, as if. You were content with watching his funny actions from a distance.

There were some moments when you pushed aside your nervousness and talked to him. You remember having butterflies in your stomach the moment you first talked to him. There were times when you both were paired up as project partners for a biology assessment and at that moment, you swore you could’ve worshiped the floor that your biology teacher walked on due to her giving you an opportunity like this.

You knew this was an opportunity to make your move. And you did. You brought him small snacks with little notes on them. Gave him gifts regularly. Maybe even took lessons from your best friend on how to subtly flirt with him. You really thought you had him. Because whenever you used to play out these little acts, you saw the subtle smile on his face. You were so close. It’s like the universe laid it out for you. Gosh, how lucky you were!

Luck. The luck that you thought you had. If luck was a person, you would’ve tackled it to the ground already. Because the day you were about to confess to him was the day he announced his new girlfriend.

His first girlfriend. You doubt you called it ‘love’ since the only thing she cared about was that he was popular and pretty. That’s it! All that girl could get from Beomgyu was his looks and his reputation. You could’ve scoffed at the sight.

Beomgyu was so much more than that. He was loyal, kind, and trustworthy. And she went for his looks. Even though she had him, you felt as if she was missing out on so much. You were partly sad due to them getting together and also due to Beomgyu getting used to his looks.

So, you were practically prancing when you heard the news of their breakup a month later. Did you care that Beomgyu was absolutely heartbroken? Well, yes, but you felt relieved that Beomgyu was finally unleashed from that mean troll's wrath.

And as he got older, he grew more handsome. And God did you love it. When you entered high school he was a completely different person. He had gotten more flirty and way more pretty. He was way out of your league.

Out of the years you were in this crappy high school, you made absolutely no improvement in your and Beomgyu’s relationship. Beomgyu, who kept getting new flings every summer and tons of situationships seemed to discard your existence. One could only say ‘What the fuck?’

Your thoughts swirled, and you had a collection of emotions roaming around your head until your best friend jolted you back into reality with a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

“Are you even listening?” Seori’s voice cut through your thoughts, annoyed, since she had to explain what she was talking about in the first place.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You blinked, focusing your attention on your best friend.

She sighs, “I was saying that I think Doyoung is going to ask me out.” Seori pouts “Why does he not get that I don’t like him that way, jeez.”

Her ramble about her current boy toy washed out in the background. You were once back in your thoughts until you saw him heading into the cafeteria. Beomgyu entered the cafeteria, his smile widening at something his best friend said.

Lee Heeseung, Beomgyu’s best friend. His ride or die. As long as you can remember, they were attached to the hip. They were basically the package deal. If Beomgyu was the life of the party, Heeseung would hold up his hair while he threw up in the host’s toilet. While Beomgyu was the exact depiction of a social butterfly, Heeseung remained aloof, keeping people at arm’s length. You could only wonder how he dealt with Beomgyu’s outbursting personality.

“Earth to Yn!” Seori snapped her fingers in front of your face which once again, brought you back to reality.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly smiled looking at your best friend's annoyed face. Your friend followed the gaze you had fixed before looking over to her. And her eyes followed the trail of your alleged ‘man’–– Beomgyu.

“Him again.”A sigh erupted from Soeri, having enough of your rambling over your four-year-old crush.

“I’m sorry, alright!” You pouted, your back hunching over the disappointing development between you two which was nowhere to be found. “He’s just so cute, God!”

Your sigh was followed by your best friend. Not long after, your best friend’s fed-up expression converted into a rather eager one.

“I got it!” She exclaimed, her hand hitting your back while she practically screamed. You winced in pain as a few fellow students gave you judgemental stares.

“All you have to do is be close with his best friend, Lee Heeseung.” She slowly said, almost like a mastermind coming up with a villainous plan–well, you would consider your best friend to be some sort of evil criminal.

But this, this opened new angles in your head. It felt like the universe–or more like your best friend–laid it out for you again. Your once unsolvable puzzle showed a new direction, and the missing piece was all in front of you.

Okay, maybe you felt bad that you were going to use Heeseung like that, even looking forward to it. But, you were really desperate. To the point where you would actually be eager to attend Sunday mass just to ask God for Beomgyu to like you back or even spare one glance at you. Well, what could you do?

Out of excitement, you pulled Seori in for a hug with a squeal while giving her a kiss on the cheek which she in return, yelped. “Seori, you’re a genius!”

“Yes, I know.” She laughed a bit, escaping your tight grip on her before wiping the spot you kissed her hastily with her hands.

“I mean, how hard could it be?”

You smiled and your gaze wet up to the boy you loved for most of your life, then slowly to the equally handsome boy.

Jackpot.

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tired-and-ticklish · 2 months

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Bonding Exercise

Sequel to “Rough Day”

Summary: Angel and Husk try to escape Charlie’s new idea for a bonding exercise, but The Princess, her girlfriend, and a certain Radio Demon are persistent.

TW: Tickling (slightly intense), Swearing, Slight Restraints, Alastor being a bastard, References to Alastor’s past, Angel Dust being Angel Dust.

Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.

Part Three

“One~”

Despite the distance the two demons had put between themselves and the Radio Demon, they both could clearly hear his voice, accentuating how absolutely fucked they were. Angel was a bit faster, his longer legs giving him an advantage, but Husk wasn’t far behind, running quicker than he ever had in his life or unlife.

“Split up!” Angel exclaimed, quickly turning down a random hallway.

“Don’t need to fucking tell me twice!” Husk replied, almost skidding to a halt as he course-corrected down an entirely different hallway.

Charlie stopped upon seeing them both go in different directions, pouting slightly “Now who do we go after?”

“How about you two go after our effeminate fellow, and I’ll go after Husker?” Alastor suggested, though Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“We’re not trying to torture them.” The bodyguard replied, to which the deer waved a hand.

“If I intended to torture either of those two, everyone would know.” Alastor replied, the radio effects of his voice becoming more sinister, but just for a moment. “No, I simply think our dear bartender needs to smile a bit more!”

“Come on Vaggie, I think I know where Angel’s running!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing her girlfriend by the arm before she could protest and starting down a different hallway.

Vaggie couldn’t help but give Charlie a smile, despite thinking the whole idea was a bit ridiculous. Still, it gave her an excuse to get Angel back for all the times the spider demon had messed with them, or done anything that pushed back his ‘progress.’ She also knew she couldn’t find it in herself to say ‘no’ to the Princess, especially when she got that determined glimmer in her eyes.

“Good luck, darlings!” Alastor called as they both ran off, before continuing his own pursuit of the bartender.

—

Angel ran as fast as his legs could carry him, listening for any signs of his pursuers. All he needed to do was get to his room and barricade himself in there until Charlie forgot this whole dumb idea. However, Hell was more likely to freeze over than its Princess giving up or forgetting any of her ideas.

The spider knew his room was close, and he hadn’t seen or heard any of the purseres. Maybe that all went after Husk? A small shudder went up Angel’s spine as he looked behind him. As much as he did not want to be tickled again, the idea of the cat demon being tickled by Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor was a fate he wouldn’t wish upon anyone in the hotel.

“Oh Angel!” He was torn from his thoughts, looking forward and almost screaming as he saw The Princess and her girlfriend, waiting right in front of his door.

“Found you.” Vaggie said, grinning mischievously.

Angel attempted to turn on his heel, but couldn’t slow down enough for it to be effective. His legs got tangled in one another, and he tumbled to the floor, groaning as he did. Before he could even attempt to get up and flee, the girls were upon him, Vaggie holding his upper pair of arms over his head, while Charlie straddled his waist.

“L-Ladies please,” Angel attempted to beg, tugging his arms as best he could. “Y-You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, we know.” Vaggie said with a sly grin. “But we want to.”

Charlie immediately started skittering her figures on Angel’s stomach, making the spider snicker. Angel attempted to shove the Princess off with his lower set of arms, but anytime he tried, Charlie would ‘accidentally’ tickle a bit harder, making him lose focus.

“C-Chaahahaharlihihihihe wahahahait!”

“Awww but Angel, you look so happy right now!”

“Behehehecause yohohohou’re tihihihihckling mehehehe!”

Angel squealed as Charlie’s claws made their way to his lower set of armpits, shaking his head. In his attempts to plead with the Princess, he didn’t notice until it was too late that Vaggie had changed her position, pinning his upper arms with her legs, soon feeling her fingers on his ribs.

“EEP! NohhoohoHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHerehehehe!” Angel shrieked, his face turning a light pink shade.

“Hey, Angel, do you have more or less ribs as a spider?” Vaggie asked, ignoring his pleas. “Guess I need to double check.”

“Dohohohon’t YOHOHOOHHOU DAHAHAHRE, Vahahahahagina!”

The pornstar felt Vaggie stop tickling him for a moment, making him realize he had just dug his own second grave. Any begging he could have done was soon cut off by the feeling of the hotel guard’s fingers slowly and torturously dragging over his ribs, followed shortly by her counting.

“SHIHIHIHIT SIHIHIHHIT IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHRRY!” Angel cried out, kicking his legs as the girls continued tickling him.

“Two… three… Fiv- Wait, that’s not right.” The spider could practically hear the smirk in Vaggie’s voice “Can you hold still? I’m trying to count.”

“IHIHIHIHI CAHHAHAAN’T!” Angel whined

“Aww, sure you can Angel!” Charlie said encouragingly. “I’ll even go slower so you can focus!”

At that, Angel felt Charlie’s tactic switch from scribbling on his lower armpits, and a finger on each one just slowly start circling around the hollows, driving him up a wall. It tickled just enough to get him giggling, but also left him wanting more. The spider was starting to get the suspicion that somehow, someway, the girlfriends had gotten Cherri Bomb to tell them exactly how to destroy him.

“Five… six… Huh, you’re actually doing a good job.” Vaggie said as she tickled between his ribs “Guess the redemption work is paying off.”

“Well, he hasn’t asked us to stop.” Charlie pointed out, making Angel’s face turn an even darker shade of pink. “Maybe he’s enjoying this~?”

Fuck, despite how kind Charlie was, she was absolutely fucking evil when it came to tickling.

—-

Alastor hummed as he casually walked the direction Husk went. Sure, the Radio Demon could simply summon the bartender to him, but where was the fun in that? If there was one thing he loved more than the act of killing, it was the thrill of the chase. The fear and desperation in people’s eyes, the absolute panic that washed over as they were cornered, before he descended upon them.

An expression he’d like to see on that obnoxious, pompous, piece of shit television one day.

It was an expression he had seen Husker make many times over their years knowing each other. Though, often that was because the cat had done something to make the deer angry. Now? Now, Alastor would be seeing the hotel’s dear bartender making that expression for an entirely different reason.

It was one of the reasons he suggested to be the one to go after Husk. Not just due to their longer time knowing each other, but because the Radio Demon was already aware of what would cause the cat to break from his usual grumpy demeanor. Surely, people would assume Alastor of all people would think tickling was a waste of time, but oh, how he enjoyed it.

Spending time with both Husk and Niffty, he had learned a few things. Specifically, the maid wasn’t at all ticklish, whereas the bartender was entirely too ticklish for his own good. If nothing else, Alastor was known for dealing in extremes.

“Ah, there you are!” Alastor exclaimed, seeing Husk had run himself into a corner, the cat quickly turning to look at him.

“Shit, fuck, dammit!” A string of expletives left the bartender’s mouth as he tried to look for a way to escape. Any hopes of that were cut off by the shadows that followed the Radio Demon pinned the cat to the wall. “Look, boss, t-this whole thing is ridiculous.”

“Oh, on the contrary, Husker, I think this will be quite enjoyable!” Alastor said, looking the bartender over. So many good places to start, and each eliciting a different reaction from Husk.

Husk, meanwhile, tried to free himself. If he hadn’t known any better, the cat would have assumed Alastor somehow planned all of this. Which, he really couldn’t put past the deer, but planning for Nift to tickle Angel, leading to this whole thing? That was the type of planning not even the Radio Demon could come up with.

Mostly because no one could really ‘plan’ for anything with it came to the hotel maid.

“I recall this,” Alastor began, the claws on his right hand gently wiggling on Husk’s chin. “Being a wonderful place to start.”

The reaction was instant, the cat’s fur quickly puffing up slightly as he bit his lip. He wasn’t going to give the bastard the satisfaction, not if he could help it. Of course, he had tried, and failed, in the past, but that didn’t mean he was just going to give in to the Radio Demon’s antics.

“Still trying that tactic, are we?” The deer hummed in amusement, moving his other hand to Husk’s side. “I never understand why you must make things so difficult!”

A few snickers came out, but the bartender was determined, trying to squirm away from Alastor’s hands. Said hands simply followed where the cat moved. Now, Alastor could use his powers to tickle multiple spots at once, but that was something reserved for those who pissed him off enough to face his wrath, but not enough to where he’d be satisfied by killing them.

“You know, Husker,” Alastor said casually, like he wasn’t tickling the demon before him. “When we were filming that ridiculous commercial for the hotel, I had half a mind to have our darling Niffty tickle you, just off-camera, so you’d be smiling!”

“Bihihihihite me!” Husk replied, doing his best to glare at the Overlord.

“A poor choice of words, considering who you’re talking to.” The Radio Demon chuckled, now slowly moving his left hand toward the bartender’s side. “You should really think before you speak.”

Husk tried to growl at Alastor, but it was cut off by the ticklish feeling on his side. More snickers gave way, the cat demon’s lips forming a wobbly smile despite his best efforts. He felt the deer’s right hand move from his chin and start poking his ribs, making the bartender snort a bit. He knew the deer was messing with him, taking his time before going right for Husk’s death spot.

“I never tire of counting your ribs, Husker.” Alastor mused. “Afterall, I need to make sure you’re all together!”

“Yohohohohou cohohohohocky bahahahastard!” Husk retorted.

Alastor tsked, and the cat felt himself start to panic as the Overlord’s hands went toward his stomach. “Always with the fowl language, that should be reserved for birds!”

If Husk could groan, he would. Of course Alastor had to get one of his stupid ‘jokes’ in while the bartender couldn’t just walk out of the room. Though, the puns did help whenever the Radio Demon wanted Angel Dust to leave him alone. He didn’t know what was worse, the Overlord’s love of ‘dad jokes’, or his insatiable sadistic streak.

“Wohohohuld yoohohhou stohohohp- FUHUUHUHUHCK!” Husk exclaimed as Alastor scratched and clawed at his stomach. The first of the bartender’s worst spots.

Once he was sure Husk couldn’t escape, Alastor snapped his fingers, causing the shadows to let him go as the bartender slid to the floor, still trying to run away from the Radio Demon’s fingers. The deer poked and prodded, even circling a finger slowly around where the cat’s belly button would be.

“Don’t cats enjoy having their stomachs petted?” Alastor teased, a small laugh track coming from him.

“THAHAHAT’S dohohohohohgs yohohoHOHOHO PRIHIHIHICK!”

“Ah, forgive me.” Alastor said, not at all sounding apologetic “I was never a ‘dog’ person. Cats are much more amusing!”

“Thhihihihihis IHIHIHISN’T AMUHuhuhuhuhumsing!”

“You’re entitled to your opinion, but you wouldn’t be laughing if it wasn’t!”

Husk was going to kill him. Okay, no, he wasn’t that stupid or reckless, but he was going to make sure the Radio Demon paid for this. However, Husk’s plans of revenge were cut off by the feeling of two of Alastor’s tendrils stroking his wings, causing the bartender to scream with laughter.

“You know, I think Niffty needs to brush your wings soon, when was the last time she did that?” Alastor asked, despite knowing Husk wouldn’t be able to answer.

Despite both Angel and Husk being tickled out of their minds, they both hated to admit they were having fun. Maybe Charlie’s idea wasn’t so dumb.

#hazbin hotel tickle #tickle fic #tickle #lee!angeldust #lee!husk #ler!vaggie #ler!charlie #ler!alastor #a LOT of ya'll wanted part 2 so here you go #will there be a part 3? probably. Angel and Husk need their revenge #sorry it cuts off weirdly I wanted to finish this before I disappear for a week to spend time with my bf

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zorosimpclub · 2 months

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My Brother's Best friend (003) – Geto Suguru (NSFW)

⊹˚. ♡ Previous chapter Summary: You have always been in love with your brother’s best friend (who also happens to be his roommate) – does he even feel the same way or does he view you just as Gojo's little sister? It doesn’t matter because your brother made it very clear to him that you were off limits since you're his precious little sister… But were you really off limits?

⊹˚. ♡ Content: 18+ only, MDNI – fem!reader, smut, degradation, praise kink, bj

⊹˚. ♡ Word count: 5k

He didn’t respond immediately because he himself had no idea what he should do. This was definitely a situation that he wasn’t prepared for. It would be difficult to explain everything they did to Gojo and he for sure wasn't going to tell him that he had his hands all over you. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself calm down before looking down at you with that smirk you loved so much.

"You leave first and I’ll come in 5 minutes.”

Taking your phone out, you checked the camera to see if you looked presentable enough to leave. You shot him an incredulous look and pointed to your two fresh hickies.

“Did you have to give me these?! My brother’s gonna think Sukuna did this and lose his shit on him.”

"Oh, sorry princess. I let my lips wander too much I guess."

Although he was being sarcastic, you couldn’t help the butterflies thrashing around in your stomach at him calling you ‘princess’.

“Ugh. You’re the worst. You’re lucky it’s not super noticeable, I just know that it’ll be tomorrow though.”

You push yourself off him and go to open the bathroom stall but hesitate looking back at him,

“What does this mean for us…?”

He knew that was coming. You asking what this all means in the long run. Instead of addressing your inquiry, he simply grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him in response.

"Let's worry about that in the morning. Just for tonight, let's focus on what we should be focusing on. You and I. That's it. It doesn't have to mean anything."

You clenched your jaw, feeling yourself get annoyed at his remark, of course it didn’t mean anything to him. He had been with so many women, you were probably just another one he did something with. This is so like him, why did you expect that things would be any different?

You pushed yourself away from him gently and stormed out of the bathroom, before glancing at your reflection in the mirror — guess you didn’t look disheveled, nor were the hickies too prominent so you’d be fine. Or that’s what you thought.

Not looking back at Geto, you made your way back to the booth trying to push past the crowd, only to see Gojo chat animatedly with Utahime. Nanami was also there but he was just sitting there, nursing his drink whilst staring off into space. You go and sit next to Nanami, sighing to yourself and snatched Gojo’s drink before downing it.

Still feeling yourself seething, you sat back a little, trying to make yourself look calm despite how you were feeling. Geto definitely crossed a major line with you and then acted as if it meant nothing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be frustrated at him. And that frustrated you. You were frustrated at yourself for feeling like this. You really wanted to be mad at him and tell him just how inconsiderate he was being but it was as if your body just simply wouldn’t allow it.

Gojo grinned at you to acknowledge your return but carried on chatting with Utahime, no doubt trying his luck on her. Why was it okay for your brother to hit on your friends but god forbid any of his say anything towards you that could count as flirting.

Nanami eyed you cautiously for a second and went back to nursing his drink before speaking flatly.

“I see you’ve returned. Sukuna is still on the dancefloor grinding with some random woman.”

You nodded and sighed in relief, you didn’t want to and couldn’t think about flirting with Sukuna right now. Not after what you just experienced with Geto.

“Yeah, I just went to the bathroom. Felt a little sick, so thought I’d get some time alone to recuperate. It was getting kinda stuffy on the dance floor…”

Nanami nodded and looked away as if he understood completely. He knew you were lying but he didn’t care and decided to give you space about the situation if you wanted it.

Then out of nowhere, he spoke again, making sure to keep his voice low enough so only you could hear. Not that your brother would have heard it over his obnoxious flirting with Utahime anyway.

“You should be careful.“

You looked at him fake puzzled hoping to throw him off, “What do you mean, Nanami?”

He stared at you for a moment, weighing his options before deciding to be somewhat straightforward with you.

"You guys are being really obvious. It won’t be long before your brother figures it out.”

You knew damn well that there was more to his previous comment than what he was letting on now. He was clearly implying that you should be careful around Geto, which was probably the right thing to do considering what had just happened in that stall.

You felt yourself tense a little. Of course Nanami would have been one of the first people to pick up on it, he was always so observant. Thankfully, you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t rat you out to Gojo. You were an adult who made your own decisions and he respected that.

You mumbled a little “You’re right, thanks.”

Geto made his way back to the table with the same blonde he was with on the dance floor and plopped down as far as he could be from you, avoiding your eyes as if he didn’t have his tongue shoved up your pussy up until a couple minutes ago.

So this was how he was going to act? Completely ignore your existence and go back to blondie over there? You couldn’t even be mad at the woman on his arm, it’s not her fault. It was his.

Nanami sighed, almost as if he knew this would happen. Nanami was the kind of person that saw through everyone’s bullshit, you were glad he was on your side because you felt yourself getting agitated by the way Geto was acting. It hurt. A lot of mixed emotions were running through you at the moment and having this awkward ass conversation with Nanami definitely wasn’t helping.

You felt another presence beside you, most likely Sukuna. He wrapped an arm around your waist and gave you a lazy smirk as if it was the most natural thing to do. You were so caught up in the fact that Geto was ignoring you, that you let out a startled gasp when Sukuna came up to you. A chill ran down your spine as he wrapped his arm around your waist and unfortunately (or fortunately) it felt a bit comforting somehow. You had a feeling you were about to go down a slippery slope with this guy but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You sighed and flashed him a flirty smirk, "Hey."

Sukuna smirked at you, basking in the flirty tone of your voice and smile. You could practically feel him eyeing the two hickies that covered the edge of your neck.

"Damn, who gave you those?"

You tensed and flicked your eyes briefly to Geto as a reflex but quickly looked back to Sukuna, hoping he didn't pick up on it. At this rate everyone at the table except your brother were going to know about your little escapade with Geto.

"Ah... just a random guy I met by the restroom." You tried to sound convincing, but with the way your voice shook, it was obvious that it wasn't just a random guy.

Sukuna smirked and his voice lowered into a low, husky tone as his eyes stayed on the hickies on your neck.

“A random guy. Right. Must have been really into you for him to be that rough with you. What did he look like, sweetheart?”

He sounded amused by the whole situation, like he was enjoying watching you squirm.

That question caught you off guard, you were not expecting him to ask. Unprepared, you just listed the opposite qualities of Geto hoping it would sell it for him.

“Shortish and blonde.”

Sukuna looked like he was trying hard not to laugh, did you think he was stupid? You couldn't even tell a proper lie. He looked down at you a little amused and chuckled quietly.

"That’s interesting because I could have sworn I heard your voice in the bathroom stalls moaning Suguru’s name."

You tensed a little, feeling a blush adorn your features. Great, now everyone but your brother knew. It was only a matter of time before someone spilled it to him.

“Please don’t tell my brother.” You whispered awkwardly.

Sukuna laughed softly and rolled his eyes at you, there was something about you and how easy it was to tease when you're flustered that he enjoyed. He was clearly going to give you a hard time with this for a little while longer.

"I won't tell him."

The moment he said that, a sinister smirk formed on his lips.

"If you give me something in return."

“Emotional blackmail? Really Sukuna? That’s low even for someone like you.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at him.

Nanami grunted and shot Sukuna a glare before adding, “Let her be.”

Seeing Nanami’s glare made Sukuna chuckle but he was still grinning at you in a very mischievous way, like he was going to keep teasing you. He had the look of someone that knew how to push your buttons.

"Give me a kiss on the cheek, right here, right now and I won't say a word to your brother."

He had no shame in what he was doing. The man was clearly a menace but he had his own charm.

You looked over at Geto who seemed unfazed by your interaction with Sukuna. He didn't hear what you were talking about, it was hard to over the sound of thumping music around you. A kiss on the cheek seemed semi reasonable, right? Besides Sukuna was an one older guy who knew his way around women... maybe it might be good thing? Either way, it was just a kiss on the cheek so you didn’t have to really overthink it.

Shrugging, you leaned in to kiss his cheek but Sukuna being the cheeky asshole he was, he turned his head quickly so that his lips met yours.

Geto turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash, he could feel his stomach bubbling with anger and jealousy. Huh? Why was he getting pissed off like this? You were just Gojo's sister, he reminded himself. Or tried to. But before he could think logically, he got up and yanked Sukuna off you, glaring at him menacingly.

"Don't touch her."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at Geto and smirked coyly. You had never seen this side of him before and it made you realise just how little you knew about him. You watched them carefully as they stared each other down, trying to gauge their reactions to understand the situation but you also couldn’t help but fear what would come of this. Sukuna just looked amused that this situation was getting so heated in the first place and that made you wonder even more on how this would end.

"My, my. You're awfully protective over your best friend's little sister. Even Satoru, her actual brother, doesn't seem too fazed by it." Sukuna chuckled and leaned back, resting his arm across the sofa headrest.

It's true. You looked over at Gojo who didn't seem to mind too much but you quickly figured that it was because he didn't see the whole interaction between you and Sukuna. That had to be it otherwise Sukuna would have gotten his ass beat by now. Or maybe because he was too busy chatting with Utahime to even care what was happening around them.

Geto’s voice was low as he moved in close to his face, his fists clenched by his side. It seemed like he was trying not to do anything reckless but he was visibly agitated.

"Shut the hell up. You shouldn't be touching her at all."

Sukuna let out a taunting chuckle and smirked sadistically at him, "Neither should you. But apparently you did more than just kissing in the bathroom stall. Isn't that right, Suguru?"

Geto’s entire face froze at Sukuna’s comment. How did he know? How was that possible? Did he hear you in the stall? His grin got even wider after Geto didn’t respond to him, causing him to tilt his head in a mocking manner.

"I’ll take that as a yes."

You watched the scene unfold in front of you like a deer in headlights. Thankfully, Nanami came to the rescue once again.

He leaned over and placed his hand between them, "That's enough you two."

Nanami’s hand landed on Geto’s chest, separating him from Sukuna. Geto remained silent but his face spoke volumes about the fact they had been caught. Sukuna’s shit eating smirk was still in place, almost begging him to carry on.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in, relieved that Nanami had stepped in.

You shot him a quick glance and gave him a small smile, a little grateful that he was trying to keep the peace but Geto looked like he was ready to tear Sukuna’s head off.

He was acting completely out of character in this situation but you couldn’t entirely blame him for his reaction either. Or could you? After all, what right did he have to act like that? He said what happened in the stalls earlier didn’t have to mean anything nor was he your boyfriend…

Just as you went to open your mouth to call it a night, Gojo piped up from the other side of the table, "After party at mine! Let's go."

You groaned, not wanting to go back to their apartment right now given the fact that things were incredibly messy but you also didn't want to be alone right now. This honestly would have been the perfect opportunity to make your escape, but you had this overwhelming sense that you wouldn’t feel better if you did. Maybe it was because you knew that if you left so suddenly it would draw attention to what had happened and Gojo would ask questions. You were never one to turn down opportunities to hang out with him and Geto. Until now.

Since there were 6 of you had to get two Ubers between the group. And unfortunately, somehow you had been wedged in the Uber with Geto because:

a) Gojo booked the Ubers

b) Gojo didn’t know what happened between the pair of you

c) Your brother wanted to carry on flirting with Utahime

and d) Nanami insisted that Sukuna and Geto be kept apart also mumbling something about keeping him from you too but you figured he mainly did it to give you and Geto privacy to talk and sort out what had happened earlier before it turned really messy.

You sat back and kept quiet the entire trip. Things were already a mess between you and Geto and you really didn’t need anymore attention drawn to that right now. You looked out the window, pretending like everything was fine and that there wasn’t this awful pit of anxiety looming within your chest. Your fingers squeezed one another as you tried to distract yourself from your thoughts.

You tried your best to ignore Geto at your side, he was taking up so much space in the Uber that it was impossible not to bump into him every few minutes, but you still tried to keep a fair amount of distance between you both.

That was until he said your name.

Geto’s voice was hushed and your name falling from his lips made your body respond in so many ways that you can’t even describe with words. When he called your name you jolted, you felt your stomach dip. He had you in his clutches and even at this very moment he could still control you.

You stared at his lips, entranced by them and that damn smirk of his. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming and it was slowly taking over your body. You felt yourself moving towards him slightly without even realising it. You were a mindless moth circling towards the flame of temptation.

Geto noticed your lips parting and his eyebrows shot up slightly; this was clearly an opening for him to make the first move. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and his lips met yours in a hot, frenzied kiss. You felt that electric spark again and all those feelings came back all at once. Your body trembled as your lips felt swollen with want and your breath came in shorter breaths. You felt weak in that moment but you didn’t want to pull away. It felt all too good.

As if a switch flicked off in your head, you bit onto his lip and pushed your tongue in his mouth. Geto's breath caught in his throat as he groaned and pulled you closer to him, letting out a faint gasp at the feeling of your lips and tongue against his.

He kissed you passionately and his tongue met yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he couldn't get enough. You could see from the way his hands were pressed against your shoulders that he was trying to avoid being too rough with you but that only made you want him more.

"Sugu..." You whisper moaned, making sure not to catch the attention of the Uber driver.

He moved one of his hands from your shoulder so that he could trace your body, starting from your arm and working its way down to your thigh. The heat in that touch made your skin tingle with excitement and you could feel your breath coming in shorter, more erratic breaths.

You palmed his cock from his jeans earning you a soft grunt from him. He was completely caught off guard but in a good way, he wanted more. More.

Feeling a little bold, you silently unzip his jeans and slip your hand in his boxers, tugging it at slowly at first but building up the pace when you could see how desperate he was becoming. You smirk a little, which caused him to buck his hip and thrust into your grip.

“F-Fuck…” He breathed out, trying his best to keep quiet as not to rouse suspicion from the driver.

You quickly covered your lips with his and he kissed back hungrily whilst you continue stroking him, tugging, twisting, and making sure to keep to a steady rhythm. He moaned softly against your lips and pulled away, throwing his head back on his headrest. You watched as his face twisted into one of pleasure – his lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut. He let out a shaky sigh and tensed, softly spilling your name from his mouth.

Geto relaxed a little and caught his breath before looking over at you and smirking. You smirked back, pulling your fingers away and licking up the mess that he left behind.

“Fuck…” He groaned and sighed at the sight, you were an absolute temptress and you knew it. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, you both just sat there enjoying the silent bliss.

“Are you okay?” He softly asked you in a low, husky voice.

You turned to him and his eyes were fixed on you. That single glance made you feel everything at once.

“Yeah, I think so. You?” There was so much you wanted to ask him but you didn’t know where to begin.

“I’m okay.” He turned away from you when he said this, almost like he didn’t want you to see a vulnerable side of him.

He couldn’t bear to see your reaction to him being so serious, especially not right now when he wanted to ignore it completely. He took a while to speak again.

“What happened back there?”

"I don't know, you tell me."

You said, sounding a little snarky. What? He deserved that. One minute he was kissing and eating you out in a bathroom stall and the next he acted like it meant nothing. Then he had the audacity to get into a heated argument with Sukuna all because he kissed you, all the while he had his own blonde wrapped around his arm. He was playing mind games with you and it confused the hell out of you.

You raised a fair point and he seemed aware of that. You saw him shift a little uncomfortably. He knew he was being selfish, expecting to play around with you while keeping it at an arm’s length so he wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions later. He remained quiet for a moment, maybe trying to choose the right words to say.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle and shook your head, "Friendship? Please. Do you get all off your friends off? Give me a break. The only reason why we hang out is because of Satoru, because you feel forced to hang out with your best friend's annoying little sister."

He looked like you’d just hit him with a bucket of cold water. Your words weren’t very nice, but it seemed like they hit their mark. You could see the hurt etched on his face but it was a pain he brought onto himself.

“Is that… is that really what you think? That I only hang out with you because I feel obligated to?”

"Do you know the amount of times you complain about me coming around to hang out with you guys? You're always complainin' about me being over."

“Right. But have you ever thought about why I tell you that?”

"No, please do enlighten me." Your words sound polite but your tone was anything but that, it was dripping with sarcasm.

He takes a deep breath and looks directly at you. He seems to be debating whether telling you would be a good idea or not, but he realises that he can’t keep you in the dark for much longer. He lets out a sigh and then nods.

“You’re right. I do find you insufferable at times when you tease the hell out of me but that’s not the entire reason why I complain. I complain because whenever you’re around, I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened a little, a blush gracing your cheeks. He what now? So you weren't just his best friend's little sister?

"W-What?"

“I don’t know what it is about you that makes me lose control of everything I know. All of sudden I become a completely different person the second that I’m around you. I can’t explain it, but this is why I try to keep you at an arm’s length. I try to avoid you, not because I don’t like you, but because I’m afraid of what might happen if I see you too often.”

Your gaze softened a little as you took in what he was saying, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“I think you know the answer to that. Besides, it’s not like I could have gone to Satoru and said ‘hey, I want to tell your sister that I find her attractive’. He would have kicked my ass on the spot and then I doubt I would have been able to see you again.”

He looks away for a split second and the silence seems to linger on for longer than it should. You can see that he is trying to come up with the right words to say but nothing seems to be coming to him. You can almost see the wheels turning in his mind the more he thinks about what he should say and how he should say it. He looked down with a pained expression on his face before he spoke again.

“I thought it was for the best to keep my feelings suppressed and to avoid you as much as possible but it’s only made me more attracted to you, it’s like an endless fucking cycle.”

"So... you're just attracted to me physically? Is that it?"

You asked cautiously, not sure how he would respond. Sure, he found you attractive and that was a win but the way you felt about him was more than attraction, you were in love with him. You just had to know. If you didn't ask now, you'd probably never get this moment again.

His face flushed a little and he couldn't hold your gaze. He stared down at the car ground for a few seconds, trying to get his words together. It almost as if he is unable to say it out loud, it’ll feel too real when he says it.

"I– fuck. I– we shouldn't be talking about this, Satoru would be pissed." He ran his hand desperately through his hair, looking torn.

"Who the fuck cares about Satoru! Just tell me, Suguru!"

You snapped a little, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes. It's hard not to get frustrated when you're so close to hearing something close to a confession after you've been in love with him for years yet having it taken away from you because of your freaking brother.

And just like that your words seemed to snap something inside of him. He looked back at you with a wild look, looking like he was trying to stare you down and will his feelings into you.

"You want to know how I feel? Fine. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for fucking years now. I fuck countless of women because I fucking can't seem to get you out my head. I cycle through them, hoping that I'd fall for one of those women instead but I can't! You're all I ever think about and when you're nearby my brain short circuits – you're so fucking beautiful inside and out but I can't fucking have you. Every time I try to pull away, I only end up being drawn back to that damn spell you have on me."

He yelled a little, a tear or two falling down from his beautiful face causing butterflies to thrash inside your body. In all the years you’ve known Geto, you had never really seen him cry which made this moment even more bittersweet.

Your tears fell quickly down your cheeks as you soaked in all his words. The raw honesty in his words was enough to make you feel weak at the knees. It's like all your dreams were coming true at once. The look in the eyes, the raw emotion – god, you wanted to scoop him up and kiss him over and over again.

“I’m in love with you too… I have been for years now but you already knew that… right?”

He couldn't stand to watch you cry any longer. He reached out his hand and gently rubbed your tears away with his thumb, he couldn't help but want to comfort you after everything. Geto slowly leaned into you, closing the distance between you both. The world seemed to slow down a little as you both held each other, pecking your lips together over and over again as if to make up for all the lost time.

He pulled away and smiled softly at you causing you to smile back, he looked so beautiful that it made your stomach flip flop around. You felt like you were up in the clouds but that however was short lived when the car pulled up to their apartment.

You both looked at each other one last time, exchanging a soft look filled with all those emotions you had been keeping inside for so long. You didn't have to say a word to each other, you both just understood the feelings that you had for each other in that moment.

Now you just had to go in and pretend like you were just friends who hadn’t just confessed your love for each other. Great.

⊹˚. ♡ A/N: sorry i ended up making this chapter super fluffy OTL, the next one will be smutty lmao ;D tysm for all the sweet comments, it makes me want hurry faster with the updates (i realised that i wrote 12k words in less than 24 hours LMAO–) anyway, i'm also on ao3 (same username) if you find it easier to read on there <3

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partywithoutsmiling · 3 days

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Another AU that has been knocking around my mind for a while XD I call it Moonlit AU

It can be summed as such: Pop Trolls are pretty wild bunch when it comes to looks, varying in colours, flocking/fur patterns, glitter, freckles, hair, you name it

It got me thinking, what sort of thing would they find attractive in prospective partner? While singing/harmonizing could be a part of it (and ngl, that did made me think of the Happy Feet movies, as silly as those were), my mind turned towards more physical attributes

Thus, this AU was born- where one of the reasons why Pop trolls like to be most active at night (to party) is that a Moon's Light also allows them to appreciate fur/flocking patterns otherwise hidden, where the complexity and style varies from troll to troll, as is thought to show one's inner self

Contrary to what one would expect from the Princess (and future Queen) of Pop, Poppy's patterns are rather simple- but striking nonetheless, firm and bold stripes, like taking a wide brush to a canvas- straightforward but chaotic in their hardly orderly fashion Poppy struts her patterns; they are unique and dominant among the general showing of swirls, polka dots and flower like spottings She is aware her stripes are not considered the most attractive of features- too similar to that of a predatory critter, too sharp for who is supposed to be cheerful queen of equally cheerful people- but she is a romantic at heart and believes that when it will be time to choose a consort, those physical features are surface-level importance at best, and this is the mentality she has going forward, looking at the glowing marks of her friends and considering them equally beautiful no matter what.

Until she manages to spot Branch one night outside under the full moon light that is.

Branch's pattern, in high contrast to Poppy, is far more complex. Symetrical but delicate in its filigree, and far more detailed than anything the Princess has ever seen before. Usually, Branch ventures out only on moonless nights, as he feels the glow of his marks are too visible, too dangerous to just show out and about, for every dangerous predator to see- and it is purely bad luck when bad weather caughts him outside longer than he would have liked, and Poppy manages to catch the sight of him while he is completely unaware he had been seen.

All her conviction flies right out of the window, as she looks at his delicate patterning and her mind just goes blank and - Oh

Usually she would have called out to him, ask him to come to a party- but she feels mesmerized, hypnotized by the elegance of the filigree, and her mind longs for a way to memorate it forever- with a photo, or a painting- and she stares at the entrance of his bunker long after he vanished inside, completely stupefied and wrong footed.

Before, Poppy hardly ever gave Branch a thought, when it came to this part of Pop Troll culture; as part of her, guiltily, sort of assumed that with his lack of colour, his patterning would be rather bland as well- and besides, it's not like he ever shown a desire to participate in courting dances.

But now she is left with sudden new, and unexpected feeling- her heart and breath going now a bit faster everytime she catches a glimpse of him from now on, her cheeks flushing and her tail wagging in excitement

(Her desk's drawer is filled with failed cut out scrapbook pieces of leaves and tiny detailed filigree, as she attempts to journal her sudden and new discover and cant get it quite right)

Tldr; Pop Trolls have fur/flocking patterns that appear only under the moon's light, and Poppy finds Branch's so irresistibly attractive she hardly knows what to do with herself

This pushes her to try and spend more time with him- just spend time with him, no trying to push him to go to parties with her or trying to get him to sing or hug

For his part, Branch is both secretly pleased his own crush is now paying more attention to him than to Creek (who is not happy with this development) but also holy shit Poppy is paying more attention to him, so it is kind of unnerving for him, freaking him out

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls poppy #Moonlit AU #troll art

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singmyaubade · 2 years

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you're sick

| sypnosis: eddie has non-stop bullied you since your freshman year and it certainly won't stop as you approach into your senior year.

| who doesn't love a little evil?

| bully!eddie x y/n

| warning: contains NONCON, pure smut, violence, etc..

before you read, this does feature NONCON/RAPE, i am not responsible for what you read further on !

you walked through the hallway, your green skirt with striped white lines at the bottom, flowing side to side and your green vest shown, clearly identifying you as a cheerleader.

from far away, you looked as if you were simply fine and perfect in your natural light but if anyone looked very deep, they would clearly realize something was wrong.

and the something that was wrong?

eddie munson.

he had been terrorizing you since your freshman year and never failed to make you feel worse about yourself.

he would push you, trip you, make you cry if it meant that you would get upset.

you had tried everything to get him to leave you alone but he never seems to quit, you disliked him in every way.

you didn't find a single thing to like about him.

but back to reality,

"y/n!" your friend, chrissy cunningham, coming over to you with a smile.

"chrissy!" you smiled at her as chrissy walked along side of you.

"okay so here me out, i got jason's friend who's name is jack who would love to go on a date with you." she squeaked.

you sighed, "chrissy, i do not need that at the moment."

she frowned, "it's our final year and you still refuse to go on a date with any of the guys."

you rolled your eyes, "they are all tools that don't deserve all this." you did a little turn, showing off your figure, bumping into someone.

"oh im so-" you looked up to see the man you hated the most but also feared, "i'm really sorry eddie." you apologized, not wanting any punishment.

he smirked, passing by you without saying anything, "what was that?" chrissy asked, smiling.

"nothing, just an accident." you gave an innocent smile but little did chrissy know, it goes farther than that.

the bell rang as you went to sit down in front of eddie as you always did.

"hi slut." eddie whispered in your ear, causing shivers down your back as you ignored him, "don't ignore me, you will only make it worse on yourself."

"what do you want eddie?" you sighed, still facing forward.

"what's with the attitude, you act as if i can't say hi these days, i'm quite hurt y/n." he fake frowned.

you grew visibly annoyed, "i don't wanna play your games eddie."

he smirked, "whatever princess wants."

you looked confused as to why eddie is leaving you alone but you consider it luck today.

the teacher called you up to write an equation which you do with ease. as you headed back to your seat, eddie had a huge smile on his face, it was dark. you knew he was up to something but you couldn't place your finger on it.

the bell rang as you packed up your textbooks and stood, going as you tripped over eddie's leg which was purposely put out.

you didn't even wanna entertain him so you continued exiting the classroom.

you heard him chasing after you, "y/n!"

you quickly exited the classroom, ready to go to lunch as he gripped your hand painfully, "let go of me." you looked at him angrily.

"have you forgotten who the fuck you are talking to?" he whispered in your ear angrily.

you scoffed at his cockiness, "i don't talk to man-children who play a child's game." you took back your hand, "but maybe i'll talk to you with respect when you stop hanging out with freshman, you fucking freak." you spat at him, "i would also recommend getting out of highschool before you get over the legal drinking age, asshole."

you had never seen him so angry but you were sick of the abuse, you exited the classroom to walk with your cheer friends.

you were glad that it was a friday so you would be prepared for the repercussions of your actions.

after you walked with your cheer friends, you waved goodbye, heading home.

thankfully the walk was only five minutes and took you no time. you were glad to head home because you kept feeling anxious going home as if someone was following you.

nobody was home due to your parents being on an anniversary trip that they would be back from tomorrow but you just wanted to go straight to sleep anyways.

after eating leftovers, you dressed into pajama shorts and a tanktop, going to sleep.

you were suddenly awoken to your bottoms being pulled off aggressively as you gasped to see eddie, "what the fuck are you doing! get out!" you kicked him but he only restrained you further.

this is when you started to cry, "get off of me!" you tried using your nails to scratch him.

that's when he slapped you, "don't fucking move." he aggressively said, pulling out a knife.

tears were streaming down your face as you stopped moving, scared to death.

he started rubbing your exposed clit, "you fucking insult me and think you are gonna get away with that shit, you stupid fucking bitch." he spat.

he completely ripped of your bottoms now causing you to cry harder, "i'm sorry!" you pleaded with him but you knew he wouldn't listen.

he started unbuckling his belt as you tried crawling across the bed to go but he grabbed onto your legs, "you really are fucking stubborn."

he turned you over so that your legs were spread as he went in between you and positioned himself in the middle of you, choking you.

"i should've killed you for what you said today but i should fuck the disrespect out of you instead." he whispered, letting go of you as you gasped for air as he cut your tanktop, revealing your breasts.

he stroked himself lightly, lining up with your entrance before pushing himself inside.

you gasped at the pressure, he was stretching you out completely. he started sucking on your nipples as the pleasure hit you harder than ever.

"perfect fucking tits." he bit on your nipple a little bit, making you moan.

he squeezed onto your tit as he sucked on other one, rocking into you.

he pounded into you harder, using his thumb to circle your clit, "so fucking wet and you try to act as if you don't like it." he groaned into your ear as you moaned.

"eddie please, gentle." you begged as the sounds to skin slapping against eachother and moans filled your ears.

"your cunt was made for me, holy shit." he fucked you harder.

at this point, tears were rapidly streaming down your cheeks by the pleasure, "i'm coming." you moaned.

"then do it, you dirty slut." his voice making you come harder.

"fuck." eddie moaned, pulling out of you and coming onto your sheets as your eyes closed.

he couldn't wait to punish you again.

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rowretro · 2 months

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✧warnings: yandere/toxic themes, stalker won, violence and Gory scenes.

♡synopsis: Yang Jungwon, the campus crush, tall, handsome, and seemingly innocent to many. Hence no one knew how dangerous he truly was. However you knew, and you couldn’t tell a single soul. The man you assumed to be a sweet social butterfly with dimples like wells you’d find yourself falling through, was dangerously obsessed with you.

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She didn’t hear the commotion at first, as her earphones were on a high volume, but when she saw the crowd of students looking so traumatized, horrified, some even running to the restroom to throw up, Y/n knew something was up. She arrived just as the teachers did, police officers were yet to come and investigate the bloody mess left behind in the science class. Was there perhaps a new serial killer in their neighborhood?!

The victim had multiple slits on his neck, the blade resting in his cold, dead hand. His eyeballs were also stabbed into. She backed away, not wanting to see it anymore. That boy was none other than Xiaojun, one of the seniors who had been hitting on her for a while now. Y/n gripped onto her chest wondering what could’ve happened, a little sense of guilt left behind as she remembered her last words to was to tell him to fuck off.

Jungwon smirked to himself when no one saw. He was the only one who knew. His father had connections to many gangs, he’s off the hook. He knew what happened. He’s the one who had a strong grip on Xiaojun’s wrists, making him stab his eyeballs for staring at what’s his. He’s the one who forced the dying man to draw bloody lines on his neck, making sure he was out of the picture. Y/n didn’t feel anything for Xiaojun anyway, he was annoying, none of the girls liked him as he was practically a playboy. So not many people really cared too much for him.

Eventually the police took over, taping the scene, securing any evidence and questioning the students. Jungwon was used to these by now Handling them like a pro, the police didn’t suspect him one bit. “Y/n? You ok?... you seem a little upset-” Jungwon asked as he gently caressed the girl’s back. “Oh it’s nothing, just… do you think he’d come back and haunt me???” she asked as Jungwon frowned “Just because you rejected him? I’m sure his ghost won’t even make it on earth- stop overthinking-” he said as the girl sighed.

That night Y/n walked to the cafe, despite it being pretty late at night. Jungwon wasn’t too far behind. His figure and shadow hidden in the darkness. She made his job a lot easier, the way you didn’t turn back once, ignoring the fact that you may be followed. Y/n entered the cafe Jungwon, watched from afar, making sure no one was there to steal her from him. To his luck, she was alone. Heck she even walked out alone, into that dark, alleyway that hand no cameras purely because it was a very easy shortcut to her home.

3 years of stalking his princess and he finally got the chance to take her home, driving his Koenigsegg in the middle, blocking her path. The girl frowned, then saw Jungwon. “I’m taking you home.” he simply said. As y/n just frowned. Why would he offer a ride to her? It’s not like they knew each other well, and she was closer to her home anyway. “No need, I’m only 3 minutes away from my house” she reassured as Jungwon laughed. “Oh sweetheart… I meant OUR home.” he said with a smirk, forcefully yanking her in before pushing a cloth drenched in a drowsy med to her face.

Everything seemed like a blur to her. Y/n woke up in a rather unfamiliar room. Her back met with the comfort of the plush, white silk sheets, and soft mattress, a blindingly beautiful chandelier in the center of the room. She couldn’t move. Her hands cuffed to the headboard. Her uniform was replaced with much more comfortable pajamas, the kind she could never afford. “You’re up darling?” a voice called. The girl stared in shock. It was indeed Jungwon. Yang Jungwon, the sweet, innocent, handsome man, now standing before her, dressed in his gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Jungwon?... why what? Why?!!!” she managed to ask, though it wasn’t exactly the question she wanted to asked. “Calm down, calm down. Yes yes, I was the one who murderred all those whores, Yes I’ve been keeping a close eye on you and protecting you from all harm, but it seems impossible to keep you safe out there… so I can keep you here, in my palance my princess.” He said with a smile as she just stared in utter shock. However she knew better than to mess with him. This is a new side to him, a dangerous side that no one would ever expect. Y/n had to play it safe with this man, she doesn’t want to end up being his next victim.

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Melt the ice | Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x fem!Mitchell!reader (Penny and Mav's daughter. use of y/n and she has a nickname: Ice Queen)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: flirting, teasing, allusions to smut but nothing happens, use of pet names (pretty girl, princess), just Nat proving that she knows how to flirt better than anyone, and... implied rank kink

A/N: Listen I just... I just saw this gif and went feral, okay? that's it. enjoy this!

People called her Ice Queen.

For Nat, she was just Penny's older daughter.

Who also happened to be her boss's daughter. Mav, contrary to popular belief, wasn't a giant ogre who pushed every single possible suitor away from her. He knew that his daughter was capable of defending herself. She didn't need him to rescue her.

Not that she needed to be rescued.

Y/n worked as a waitress at the Hard Deck, and she was good at it. Always with a smile, she worked the night away, walking around the bar like it was her world and the rest of the mortals in there were just living in it. She had a routine: she worked her shift, and once it was over, she always sat on the same table, nursing a cold beer, while checking her phone and answering texts here and there.

Having a routine meant that everyone and their mother knew where to find her. Nat had seen lots of aviators trying to flirt with her, and also watched them walk away after a crash and burn. She didn't seem to be interested in aviators.

Or men, in general.

But that was only Natasha's theory.

There were only two aviators that hadn't tried their luck yet.

Hangman and Phoenix.

Hangman was a bit scared of the consequences if he ended up having a thing with Mav's daughter. He didn't want to be the object of Mav's wrath.

Phoenix didn't know if y/n was into girls, and she didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable position. But the more she watched her, the more she knew that she needed to try her luck. At least once, before she regretted it.

And tonight was the night.

"Y/n," Hangman says while sitting next to you, his voice making you lift your eyes from your phone. "You look beautiful tonight."

"I'm wearing a white shirt and jeans, I've been working all afternoon, I'm sweaty as fuck, and I reek of alcohol from that drink I spilled earlier." You rant, dropping the phone on the table. "How does any of that make me look beautiful?"

"It's your natural beauty, sweetheart," Jake smirks, winking at you.

You lean over the table, getting close to him. Jake's eyes widen a bit in surprise, as if the abrupt proximity wasn't something he was expecting. "Hangman, hell will freeze before I get involved with someone like you."

Jake sighs, scratching his eyebrow, and presses his lips into a thin line. "Message received loud and clear. Sorry to disturb you."

You chuckle to yourself, watching him walk away with his pride hurt, and his head low.

"Nothing?" Bob questions the pilot when he gets to the "Dagger table," as they call it.

"Crash and burn, buddies. That girl is an Ice Queen."

Natasha watches you, wondering how a nice girl like you doesn't get involved with any of these pilots. Well, he understands how you turned down guys like Jake. But you turned down Bob. Bob. The nicest guy to ever walk this earth. Maybe you're not into guys after all. But he has heard Mav and Penny talk about your ex and how much of a dick he was... Things aren't adding up.

But one thing is clear. Natasha Trace is not going to leave the Hard Deck tonight before trying her luck with you. She’s been waiting and waiting for you to show a sign that maybe you’re into girls, too. But she can’t wait anymore. Not even a second. And if you don’t give her the answer she’s looking for, she’s going to have to find out herself.

Grabbing Mickey’s tequila shot, Natasha chugs it down in a second and gets up from her tool.

"Woah, what was that for?" Mickey laughs, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Liquid courage."

Bob frowns, and then he understands what she's meaning. "Oh my god, finally! Go get her."

Nat grabs her beer, eyeing you up and down before looking at the other Daggers. "Be right back, guys. I'm gonna melt the ice."

Jake and Rooster look at each other while Nat approaches the young Mitchell. "Fifty bucks says she doesn't get her."

Rooster smirks, and nods. "She will get her. Just wait."

"Do you know something we don't, Rooster?" Payback inquires, sitting on the stool that was previously occupied by Nat.

"Natasha is smooth, guys. She's gonna make her swoon."

"Hey, y/n," Nat says while sitting down. You look at her, smiling.

"Hi, Nat. What brings you to my lonely and cold table?" You joke, sliding your phone into your pants.

"Cold?"

You chuckle, sighing. "I hear what you all call me. Ice Queen."

Nat shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “That’s what happens to a girl when she has a bit of criteria.”

“Do you think I’m an Ice Queen, Natasha?” You ask her, twisting the beer in your hands.

“Nah. You’re just surrounded by idiots,” she says before changing the topic. “Hey, do you want to go shopping with me this weekend? I’m tired of always hanging out with the guys.”

You grin, delighted by the idea of going out with her. She’s really fun, and you haven’t had the occasion to meet her. “Yeah, sure! I don’t hang out with many girls around here either.”

“Yeah, there’s not a lot. And most of them are either married or have kids, so they don’t have that much free time.” She stops talking when she watches you yawn, covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

You shake your hand quickly, feeling bad. “No! No, of course not. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, that’s all.”

“Oh, right,” Nat smirks, leaning back on her chair and uncrossing her legs, making herself bigger. “It must be tiring to be as pretty as you are.”

And right then and there, the Ice Queen herself melts down like a popsicle in mid July. “Oh dear, I’m not that pretty.”

“Believe me. You’re breathtaking.”

You press a hand to your cheek, afraid that she might notice how warm they feel. “Woah, Nat. Did you have too much to drink?”

She shakes her head, licking her lips slowly, her eyes never darting from your own. “No, I just like to see you all shy and cute.”

Suddenly, you feel hot. Too hot. And not only that, but the way she’s looking at you makes you feel like you're the hottest person on this planet, rivaling one of those Victoria Secret angels. And maybe that’s why you decide to follow her little game. “You got me all shy and cute; what are you going to do about it?”

She leans over the table, her fingertips brushing with yours, softly, tantalizingly, sending shivers straight down to your core. “I have a few ideas... but none of them I can put into practice here.”

You swallow, feeling your breathing accelerate every time her fingertips touch your skin. It burns in the most delicious of ways, and you find yourself thinking how those strong hands might feel in other places.

You mimic her movements, leaning over the table and being so close to her that you don’t need to raise your voice above a whisper for her to hear you. “W-why not?”

The space between you two is so small that when she speaks, her nose touches yours. “I don’t think Penny would let me enter her bar again if she saw me finger-fucking her precious little girl.”

The wanton moan you let out goes unnoticed by everyone thanks to the loud music and the talking of the other customers. “N-nat…”

“Want me to get you out of here, pretty girl?” She offers, wanting your full consent before she takes you to her home.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” You nod quickly, and Nat has to stop for a second before speaking again.

“Call me that again, and I’ll give you anything you want.” She mumbles, getting a few dollars from her pocket and leaving them on the table.

“I only want you, Lieutenant. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.” You confess, and you find in the way Nat smiles at you the promise of a night to remember.

“Oh, princess… The things I’m gonna do with you.” She grabs your hand, leading you out of the bar, ignoring the loud cheers of her friends, Hangman's annoyed expression while he pays Rooster, and how Maverick and Penny look at you, winking.

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soujougeurilla · 2 years

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ALL MINE — L. JENO

in which (f! reader) has a crush on jeno and she just so happens to drop her brook filled with every explicit thought of him you could imagine.

WARNINGS! : slut shaming , degrading , invasion of privacy, pervert! jeno non sexual nicknames (pretty girl, princess, baby girl) sexual nicknames (slut, cumslut, cocksleeve, whore? mommy, + more) masturbation (m) voyeurism, sexual journal, marking, HEAVYY talk of breeding, choking, screaming, mind breaking, dumbification, shortness of breath (jeno pushes her into the sheet), squirting

“oh shit! im sorry jeno, i didnt mean to” you bowed swiftly and he chuckled, that same chuckle that made you weak everytime.

“its okay, pretty girl. dont worry” and you swear you almost passed out on the spot.

you swiftly picked up your things and ran away, bowing one last time but you left a small journal and he picked it up, turning his head but you were already gone.

but he was almost dying to know what was inside.

“ill return it later, its the end of the day i’ll catch her tomorrow..” he thought, and just walked off, before running into his friend yuta.

“jen! you goin to that party this weekend? that girl you like is gonna be there.. whats her name.. ?” and jeno shushed yuta quickly before nodding.

“its [y/n] and im probably not gonna make it to the party, busy with work.” jeno spoke, rubbing the back of his head and yuta nodded before patting his shoulder.

“well then ill see you later, also good luck with her” and yuta walked away with a smile on his face.

when jeno finally reached home, he procrastinated opening the journal for a whole 10 minutes, before he caved and opened it to the first page, it read:

“this is my thought book, not the good ones, the ones i fantasize and dream about him in.” and suddenly his head turned, sucking in a hard breath before he turned to the next page, leaving his eyes wide as he read.

“September 16, 2022. — its so wrong, but i keep thinking about jeno bending me over on the nearest thing in the hallway and fucking me in front of everyone to see, calling me a dumb slut for him and slapping my face.. and hes pistoning into me so that the only thing i can think of is him and how good his dick feels. i want him so bad, every time i touch myself i think of him, everytime i fuck my dildo, i wish it was him. i need him inside of me at all times, fucking me always.”

he slowly and shamefully pulled his pants down to his waist, pulling his boxers off slowly as he spit on his hand and roughly pumped himself.

all those things she said, he wanted all of them.

he flipped the page and saw a picture of her on a dildo, presumably taken with a polaroid and he threw his head back in bliss, moaning out her name shamefully.

“fuck [y/n] what are you doing to me.. s-shit”

“September 18, 2022 — let me be the mouth he uses when he needs his pretty dick sucked, i want to take him in my mouth so badly, using every ounce of oxygen i have left to make him cum inside of my mouth.. and i’ll swallow it all for him.” is what it read, and he let out a small whine of her name.

“y-y/n shit, need that slutty mouth on my dick, need it so fucking bad, gonna wreck that pussy just wait f-for me fuck im gonna cum” he rambled and his hand tightened around his dick.

he thrusted his hips up into his hand, grabbing onto his desk tightly and letting out a loud groan of her name before spurting his own cum all over his desk.

before he pulled his pants up, he grabbed his own polaroid camera and snapped a couple pictures of his hand around his dick, leaving it in her notebook writing a small note beside it.

he closed the notebook and shut it the way it was before opening it, and he cleaned himself up before throwing it into his backpack, ready to return it but first, he took a photo of her cum spread pussy with “jeno’s slut” on her stomach and put it on his desk for display, just for him to get off too later.

the next day has finally came, and he walked up to her locker with the notebook in his hands, and tapped her shoulder softly and she smiled, before her eyes went wide at the notebook in his hand.

“you dropped this yesterday, dont worry i didnt read it princess, im not that low to invade your spaces” and he handed it to her, before waving and walking away with a hard boner, pulling out the small photo he put in his pocket. “youre so crazy sweetheart”

she rushed home and felt her hand twitching as she shut the door and locked it behind her, throwing her book bag on the ground and screaming into a pillow.

she threw her journal on her desk before seeing a picture she didn’t recognize peek out of the book and she raised an eyebrow before flipping through all the pages, only to find that two pictures were missing. im fucked.

she flipped to her last written page, and flipped to the one after slowly, and saw him. with his cock in hand, covered in cum with a smirk showing his abs. and her breath got caught in her throat before reading the message he left for her.

“September 22nd, 2022 :) — if you wanted me this bad, you shouldve told me, my precious slut :(. i want you just as bad as you want me, i would love to bend you over, and fuck you in front of everyone that is even breathes, looks at you a way i dont see fit. you live right beside me, no? i know its you whos moaning my name now, i stole two pictures to keep for myself. slutty little princess, need a nice man to fuck that aching cunt huh? you know where i live, just knock at my door. cant wait to see that pretty little pussy and that pretty cum hungry throat. — lee jeno, knock at my door :)”

and she hurried out of her room, knocking on his door softly, and he opened it just as fast as she knocked, pulling her into his dorm by her waist and closing the door behind him.

“eager little whore, hm? couldn’t wait to feel daddy’s dick in your eager little hole.. shame, shame, shame” and he chuckled darkly before wrapping a hand around her throat and pressing his lips against hers.

she quickly pulled his pants down, allowing him to pull her skirt down and he pulled away, seeing the pool of wetness that was building in her panties.

he stuck his hand into her underwear, sticking three fingers up into her cunt and moving them inside of her quickly, hearing her whine into their kiss before she pulled away and grabbed onto him tightly.

“cmon baby, use those words, i know you know how to, dirty little thing. tell me what you want and i’ll give you the best” and he kissed down her collarbone, pinching her clit with his other hand and she moaned softly.

“f-fuck me please jeno, i need your cock i need it so bad please jeno make me a mommy, wanna’ have your kids jeno p-please” she choked out her words and he smiled

“good job, my pretty little slut.”

he roughly pulled her underwear down, throwing them somewhere in the living room before taking her down the hallway to his room, throwing her on the bed harshly.

he pulled his boxers down and wasted no time, immediately pushing into her harshly and she let out a loud scream of his name, pumping into her with no reassurance at all.

“stupid little sluts like you dont get soft treatment, you take what i give you and you shut the fuck up, say thank you daddy, be happy you get anything from me.” he spat on her face harshly, grabbing her waist and slamming her down onto his dick.

“t-thank you daddy, thank you so much- fuck!” she screamed as he hit her cervix, rubbing the bulge which showed on her stomach and he groaned.

“you’re welcome, dumb baby”

he grabbed her waist and used the rest of his body to flip her over, pushing her head down into the sheets with his hands as she struggled to breathe in the sheet.

he roughly pounded his way into her, thrusting his hips at a harsh speed, feeling her cunt clench around him with every new piston of his hips.

“keep clenching me doll, gonna cum inside of this sweet little slutty pussy and give you my babies” she mewled out and nodded her head into the sheets, moving her hips back onto his as the squelching of her cunt grew louder and louder.

“perfect little bitch, hm?” and she nodded, with every word she nodded.

from fantasizing about how much she wanted him to bend her over and fuck her, to being on his bed getting roughly pounded like a bitch in heat.

this was amazing for her.

“gonna cum eh? feel ya clenchin around me doll, wanna cum? go ahead and try.” she feared his words and held out her orgasm, feeling the urge to pee take over her.

“j-jeno.. gotta pee get off please!” she whined out as loud as she could and he simply chuckled. the dark chuckle that managed to make her wet.

“pee hm? no no sweetie, you just feel really good. go ahead and.. “pee” darling.” he laughed at her once more

she released all over him, her juices squirting all over his bottom half and falling on his chest as she let out a loud scream of his name fall out of her mouth, but he kept going.

“that right darling, tell them who fucks you this good” and he lifted both of her legs, messily thrusting into her with all of his strength.

“jeno! you are, nobody touches me besides you m’ yours, m’ all yours jeno!!” she wailed out as tears flew down her eyes and felt warmness enter her.

he released insdie of her, letting every drop fall into her cunt and he slowly pulled out of her, pushing every spurt of cum that fell back into her cunt with his tip.

“you’re gonna be a good little wife fa’ me. and you’re gonna carry my cum around in that slutty pussy and keep it there.”

“all mine, you’re mine now”

#kpop smut #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct

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strxbrymochi · 16 days

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melting an ice heart | lmk

06. hockey boy

masterlist • previous • next

pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy

chapter warnings: swearing, yn kinda mean oops, mentions of abuse but v minimal and indirect

synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?

updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11

taglist: open!

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inhale.

eyes closed, you suck in a breath. holding your breath, drowning the cheers around you and silencing the music.

exhale.

you visualize your routine in your head from start to finish. your triple axel that you've been perfecting for months landing perfectly. you picture the crowd as they clap, the judge panel as they nod writing down their scores.

you slowly open your eyes. you were y/n l/n. ice princess, that was what they called you. figure skating was your life, you've been doing it since you were 4 years old. the moment you first put on those little white boots and stepped on the ice, you knew. skating was going to be your life. you revolved around the sport. for 17 years now, you never skipped a day of training (or so you tried, with some unavoidable exceptions), you stayed on your diet, you had no time for distractions. this was what you've been waiting for. regionals, and then nationals, and then qualifiers. maybe one day, the olympics.

you had it all planned. you would represent your country by the time you were 25 wherever the olympics would be by then. you were on track. until you weren't. and it was all because of a hockey boy.

the hockey boy who made you feel like your world shattered whenever he was near. the hockey boy who made you feel safe when it seemed like the pressure was getting too much. the hockey boy who stayed late after his trainings to watch you in yours, cheering for you with the biggest smile on his face whenever you finished a run. "you're the best skater i know." he would tell you.

the same hockey boy who you now hate two years later. the hockey boy who made you put your life on hold because of how heartbroken you were. the hockey boy who made you move cross country because you couldn't bear look at the ice without remembering-- without remembering how he fucked your best friend and teammate in the same locker room he used to sneak into to wish you good luck.

you missed your state qualifiers that year when you called it off. your parents never forgave you for that. they pushed you harder. and you coped the only way you knew how to-- by isolating yourself and building up a wall around your heart so no one could hurt you again. you let a boy ruin your dreams once. you weren't going to let any other boy do that again. certainly not another hockey boy.

and that's how your hockey fued was born. they remind you of the pain, of the inferiority, of how helpless you felt finding him in that position. how cocky he was and didn't even bother apologizing. how he made it seem like it was your fault? yeah fuck him and his perfect little smile and his perfect mvp record.

you shake your head of the memory and muster up a smile. in your view you see your parents. as intimidating as they were, never seemed to let you forget how much they've invested to make you their golden child. to bring back glory into the family by making their dreams of a gold olympic figure skater a reality. what happens if you go against them? the scars on your back tell that story.

you straighten your posture. you take another breath. let another shake off. you turn to your left and see sunghoon sending a reassuring smile your way. his turn was a couple after yours. you try your best to echo it back to him. sunghoon was your closest friend on the team. he was there the moment you dated the hockey boy all the way til you ended it. he, other than your group of friends, were the only people who have seen you at your lowest. he was your rock and support in your team because he too knew what it felt like to live in a family with a legacy to carry on. everyone else you shut off. no one would ever understand what you're going through other than if they'd gone through it too, you would say.

with one final breath you put one foot forward and let yourself glide onto the ice. the cold wind hitting your face, calming you down, few strands of your hair moving with the wind. you do one lap around the rink, smiling and waving. you make eye contact with your mother, an expression you know all too well. you make your way to the center and get into position.

the moment the music begins, you feel your body move like it was automated. you were born to this. you let yourself move with with the notes. one jump, after another turn, after another jump. your face tells the story of the song, emotions taking over to fit the mood. you put your all in your performance. when you skate, it's only you. just you, the ice, the wind and the music. you let yourself get lost in your routine, body moving like clockwork. the climax builds up and you leap. spinning once, twice, thrice. a sigh of relief when you land your triple axel and finish your routine. you catch your mother's gaze. a satisfied nod and a small clap. you live another day.

"another round for our gold medalist because SHE'S GOING TO NATIONALS BABY!" yunjin announces at reverie. you give her a small smile before downing your shot.

after every competition, your parents give you one night to celebrate with drinks with your friends. one day to be a normal girl. well that's if you win gold. if you win anything short of gold, the scars on your leg tell another story.

your friends are at a small corner by the bar, laughing over something sunwoo had said. you look up and make eye contact with someone who had just walked in. you couldn't see his face properly, but you did make eye contact, for sure. he looked straight at you. well that was before a flood of girls circled him, taking him away from view. the new boy? you think.

you heard about this new boy. he was in one of your classes, or maybe a couple. you've seen him in the rink playing when you're glaring at the hockey team to finish their training quickly so you can get your ice time. you swear he's tried to give you a smile once in a while but you ignore him. he was the replacement for the position your cheater ex once held after he had graduated. he's probably like him. after all, hockey boys are all the same cocky, egotisitical maniacs. you never trusted another one of them again.

"you looking at the new boy?" eric's voice takes you back to reality.

"dude she's already glaring at him the moment he walked through that door." sunwoo remarks.

"you find him cute?" yunjin asks, smiling innocently. you roll your eyes at her.

"over my dead body." you scoff. taking another shot, you glance back at the crowd of people. maybe other hockey players were in the house too. they always seemed to attract attention wherever they went. "i'm just glaring at how they have to have a fan club everywhere they fucking go. it's annoying."

"i mean it's mark so..." eric says. what does that mean?

your look after he said that gives your thoughts away. "he's not called the hockey prodigy for no reason. kwangya ice won their first game with his first debut AND he won mvp. that's some talent right there." he continues.

you give another scoff, take another shot and glare again. you swear he probably saw you. talent, hmph. in your world, talent didn't exist. success was all on hard work and grit. you didn't make friends in the sport and kept your circle small because they would weigh you down. you were strategic.

you saw his smile. hockey players and their perfect smiles. the type any girl would see and immediately fall. you HATED those smiles. because it reminded you of your past. you weren't going down that road again.

"you know, not all hockey players are the same." yunjin says, carefully.

you shift your focus on her. "i'll believe it when i see it." you say, taking one last shot. you were tipsy, you could feel it.

"but you don't even talk to them, let alone let any hockey player within like 5km radius to you. how are you gonna believe it when you see it?" sunwoo asks.

you stand and grab your things. "exactly. guess we'll never know." you flash your friends a smile, a smile to show you've won the conversation, and you got it your way, again. "now if you'll excuse me, i have an early training start for nationals tomorrow. good night."

you make your way out the door and you bump into someone. you make a frustrated noise. "what the fuck? can you watch where you're going?" you glance up and see him. of course, the mvp, with his apologetic smile and the crowd of people following him, now circling you. great, this was definitely making it to suwon's freedom wall tomorrow.

your friends had approached due to the commotion but stayed on the side just in case you decided to launch something.

"i'm mark, i don't think we've met?" he says, offering his hand in a handshake.

his voice. something about it made your blood boil. you shift your glance from his outstretched hand to his face, he was waiting and you weren't gonna give him the satisfaction.

with a tight smile, you respond. "hi mark, no, i don't think we've met because it's none of your fucking business. this better be the first and last time i see you." and you storm out. your friends following close behind you just in case.

mark is left shocked at your response. but more confused than angry? that was a very unique answer, he's never heard of anything like that before and it intrigued him.

"dude i told you she's insane!" renjun says to him as they walk back to their table. "you should never have said anything, i bet she now has you on her kill list."

"yea bro, i'd watch my back if i were you." yangyang says, "hope she doesn't see you in the rink or you're dead meat!"

as the boys continue their conversation, mark can't stop thinking about you. the way you glared at him, the way your eye twitched when we introduced himself. what an interesting character, he thinks to himself.

meanwhile he's not the only one pondering on that brief encounter. already in an uber with yunjin on your way home your mind thinks back to him. his eyes glistening when he smiled, his little dimple when he spoke. the way your insides melted when he looked at you. your blood boiled because you were angry at how he made you feel. you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. no space for distraction. you remind yourself. he's just a hockey boy, and hockey boys cannot be trusted. and with that you flush any memory of this so called mark lee from your mind.

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The Criminal And The Princess I

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : The second year of college life is starting and Eden Bennett is already swamped, but when she meets her new partner in history class, will that all change?

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : introduction piece, not much eddie, edens dad is a prick, talk of dead parent, talk of food issues, swearing, billy hargrove

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I felt like I’d settled into college pretty well, I’d successfully gotten through my first year and was starting my second today.

“I’m so glad we’ve gotten a bigger apartment,” Nancy laughed, coming out of her room with an empty box. “I know right,” Robin said, throwing herself on the green couch.

“We were lucky to find this place,” I spoke.

“You mean, we’re lucky your dad’s part of the education board.” I rolled my eyes, that was true. Mainly focused on sports but he played rolls in other places around campus.

“Yeah that too,” I began, “Listen I’ve gotta go to the rink, I’ll see you later.” Grabbing my duffle I headed out. Honestly the apartment was more of a home for Nancy and Robin, than myself, the rink was my home.

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“You’re late,” my dad spoke as I walked into the rink. “Sorry, we were unpacking.”

“Just get your skates on,” he waved you off, walking up to his office.

Throwing my bag down I pulled my trainers off, taking off my hoodie and laced up my skates. My hair was tired up into a bun and the guards came off my skates.

Being on ice was easier than being on solid ground. Sliding onto the ice, I put my earphones in, letting the music take over.

There was an upcoming championship, and training was had, dad told me that my axles had gotten sloppy, that’s where I began.

I don’t know how long I was skating for, but when the lights were being flicked at me, I looked up spotting my dad stood on the edge of the ice.

Putting my earphones away, I skated over to him with ease. “They’re getting better,” He said, “But the hockey boys are gonna be here soon.”

“Right, yeah I’ll get off then.”

“You coming for dinner on Friday?”

“Do you really want me too?” I asked.

“Of course I do Eden.”

Giving him a nod, I began to untie my skates, throwing my trainers back, along with my hoodie.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” dad spoke.

“Tomorrow? My classes start tomorrow.”

The man let out a sigh, “Eden, regionals are coming up, your training isn’t changing. 6am.”

With a huff I nodded, heading out of the rink. “Coach!” I heard a voice call, making me speed up. Billy Hargrove. Resident asshole, and dad’s star player on the hockey team, along with the one and only …

“E!” Steve Harrington.

“Hey,” I smiled at him, giving him a quick squeeze. “How’s the moving in going?”

“It’s gone, we’re all settled in. You got a match coming up?”

“Friday.”

“I’ll be there,” I smiled.

“Course you will, Robin won’t come alone.”

I laughed, nodding, “That’s true. Good luck on your practice. Billy seems more asshole-ish today.”

Steve cocked him brow as me, making me shake my head, “I know, when is he not?” Saying my goodbyes to Steve I headed out to my car, sighing as I sat down, my feet aching from the skates.

I did love to skate, I did. I always wanted to be on the ice, in the winter I’d skate by the lake near our with mom. Sometimes dad would join us.

Mom had wanted to go pro, well she had, until she met dad and had me. We skated together for fun, but when she passed, dad kept pushing, got me a proper trainer. I was with professional skaters more than my dad.

I loved to skate, but I didn’t want to go pro, that’s why I went to college. I was studying history, wanting to work in a museum and go and find hidden treasures.

Dad didn’t want that for me though, he wanted me to skate, wanted me to be what mom never was. An olympian. And if I ever said no … well then came the guilt trips and “Eden think of your mother.”

Shockingly, maybe even to my dad’s surprise, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of her.

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Pushing through the front door, I called out, “It’s only me!” Sliding my shoes off I threw them by Robins beat up docs and a pair of trainers owned by Nancy.

“Just in time! Dinner!” The curly haired girl smiled, her head popping round the door into the hallway. “I’ll be right there, just gonna take my bag to my room.”

“Well don’t take too long! The lasagna will go cold.” Nancy Wheeler was one of the kindest souls, she was also a total badass.

Dropping back on my bed with a groan, I let my bag fall to the floor. It wasn’t really my room yet, I was still trying to find a home for everything, the walls were bare, and hospital like.

The only thing that said me, were the countless medals and trophies scattered here and there. Along with the picture of me sat on my mom’s lap on my desk.

With a sigh I rubbed my thumb across the photo, she was beautiful.

“Eden!” Robin shouted, making me jump slightly. “Yeah I’m coming!” Putting the photo down I flicked the light off and headed to the girls.

Heading to the kitchen I sat down at our dining table, the chairs mismatched. “Uh I don’t think I can have the lasagna,” I said. Nancy stopped plating up my dinner.

“You okay?” Robin asked.

“Is it one of those days?”

Both girls were very aware of my issues with food, you had to look a certain way to skate, had to be a certain weight for a partner to lift you - something my dad never failed in reminding me.

“My dad’s not letting up on the training, so I’ve just gotta watch what I eat,” I sighed, giving the pair a sad shrug. I saw the girls share a glance.

“Eden-“ Nancy began.

“I’m not gonna do what I did last time, I’ll eat with you, I just can’t have what you have.” Robin sighed shaking her head,

“I swear next time I see your dad I’m kicking him in the throat.”

I laughed. “E, I’m saying this cause I love you, eat the fucking lasagna, fuck your dad-“ me and Robin gasped, Nancy barely swore, “Shush, the pair of you. You need to get better, analysing everything you eat will make you sick again.”

Under Nancy stern glaze and Robins smirk, “Give me the fucking lasagna.”

“Language!” Nancy scolded, making Robin cackle.

They really were the best friends I could ever ask for.

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Sat in class, our professor spoke to us about our first assignment, that we’d have to a presentation about an influential history figure - someone who was important to us. Only catch, she had pre-assigned partners for us.

A lot of groans rang out through the room, I didn’t mind, I was in class with a girl Robin was head over heels for, Vickie, but I assumed I wouldn’t be lucky enough to be paired with her.

“Victoria Carmichael and James Morgans.” What did I tell you?

“We’ve got Edward Munson and Eden Bennett,” the woman spoke. I looked up meeting a pair of dark eyes, I hadn’t ever really spoke to Eddie. “Now if you could please move to sit next to your partners.”

I threw my bag over my shoulder, grabbing my laptop, notebook and pen heading a few rows up to the boy. “Hey,” I offered him a smile, sitting down next to him. “Hi,” he grunted.

“I know you’ve all come back from your break, so this class can be used for planning your assignment and presentation. Next class we’ll be back to our regular schedule.”

“So Edward-“ I began.

“Eddie,” he cut me off.

“Hm?” He looked up at me, his face looked tired. “Nobody calls me Edward.” I nodded my head, “Ah okay, well Eddie. Any ideas who you want to study?”

He sighed, rubbing his face, “Queen Victoria?” I snorted a laugh, making him scowl at me. “What?”

“Just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Something against Queen Victoria?”

I smiled at him, shaking my head, “No not at all, you sure you wanna study her? How about you make a list of people, I’ll do the same, and the we can choose one randomly?”

“Sure,” he turned from me, picking up his pen and began writing in his notebook. I did the same, giving us both a few minutes. “You ready?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, close your eyes.”

“What?” he asked with scrunched brows. “Close your eyes and point at any name.”

He sighed, shaking his head, making curls fall out of the bun at the base of his neck. He closed his eyes, and slammed his finger down onto my list instead of his.

“Oh cool!” I said, clasping my hands.

“Wow is it, Florence Nightingale? Cause she wasn’t all shes cracked up to be-“

“James Hetfield, he’s in Metallica.”

He looked at me with wide eyes, “You know James Hetfield?” I laughed, shaking my head in a yes motion. “Shocking I know, but I don’t live under a rock, my mom loves Metallica.”

“Oh right.”

“So, is that good for you?” He hummed nodding, “Y-yeah that’s fine.”

“Great could we swap numbers just so we can plan when to work on stuff together?”

“Sure?”

“You don’t sound sure?” I smiled, “We can swap emails if you want?”

“No, phone number is fine.” Ripping the paper from the bottom of my list off, I wrote my number down, giving it to Eddie.

“Just text me when you’re free and we can figure stuff out.”

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“Okay guys that’s all for today!” the professor said loudly. I packed up my stuff, throwing my back on my shoulder, “It was nice meeting you Eddie, make sure to let me know when you’re free,” I smiled, before heading over to Vickie.

“Yeah, bye,” he said quietly, packing up his own things.

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leeehye · 9 months

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Angel… (M.Y/1)

“people like me break beautiful things…”

[summary] Y/n’s life seem to be miserable and filled with bad luck. Until a mysterious man comes into her life taking her loneliness away yet there can be more to his mystery.

[warnings] language, violence/blood, mentions of sex, alcohol, assault 🔞, angst, smut (later on), behavior, smoking

[a/n] I got inspired through Jimin’s song Angel but for YOONGI with Agust D! it might be just a drabble I’m still not sure I am just so full of ideas! I have a lot I want to post! ❤️‍🔥 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK 💭 ENJOY!

WC: 3.0k 🖤

It was a Friday night and my boss had made me work extra time. Which I couldn’t deny, I needed the extra money if there was a chance. Being so late at night I had to walk home since calling Namjoon was useless at this point.

Thunder started to roar and I wasn’t going to lie, it got scary. I hated thunder and mostly when being alone at night. My mom would always hold me tight during a thunderstorm and dad would get hot chocolate for me and I would feel safe. Unfortunately she had passed away along with my father when I was just 10, and since then my brother Namjoon and I had to look after eachother.

Water droplets started to fall on my head and I quietly groaned placing my hand on my forehead trying to get a clear view as the rain got harder. As I walk noises started to come from behind me. I didn’t want to keep scaring myself so I tried to ignore it until a whistle made my nervousness grow. I started to walk faster, and someone grabbed me harshly by my purse pulling me back harshly.

“Where are you heading this late cutie?” a guy said smirking looking down at me pulling me away with him. I stayed quiet trying to fight my way out of his grip but he touched me against a wall in a dark alley.

“Leave me alone!” I screamed, failing at trying to stay calmed, the man came closer.

“Did you hear that guys? Little princess here thinks we’re letting her go without having fun first” he said as he rested his hand on my waist squeezing it hard holding my hands harshly bring tears into my eyes.

I whimpered in pain trying to get out but another guy came from behind ans started to brush his hands on me.

“Stop it!” I yelled trying to step on their feet as the guy was attacking my neck, but suddenly a deep voice made him stop.

“Didn’t you hear the girl asshole?” a voice said but I couldn’t see his face, the rain and wet hair on my face made it hard to. The guys stepped away from me and I got ready to make a run for it. The man that had grabbed me scoffed as the mysterious man got closer. They were starting to argue and I couldn’t take it. I was shaking.

“Come on man, you can have a turn as well, even…you can be first if you like…she looks like a virgin…” the guy said laughing but he was suddenly silenced when the man landed a punch on his face, making me gasp covering my mouth quickly. As the guy got up from the floor the other guy went to him and started attacking him, I noticed a shiny thing, a blade. I squinted trying to make out the figures and the guy got up and started to attack the mysterious man.

I couldn’t just stay there, I looked around and saw an old baseball bat, grabbing a hold of it I swung it up hitting the guy who fell unconsious and the mysterious man punched the other one before quickly grabbing my wrist pushing the bat out of my hands pulling me out of the alley running out and I couldn’t argue he had helped me so I followed him.

Hearing the guy cursing at us, the mysterious man pulled me into a dark space between two shops hiding us in there he held me against the wall as his arms trapped me between him and the wall, the silhouette of his head seemed to be watching out making sure we had lost the other two, I could only hear our heavy breathing and the pouring rain.

We stayed quiet for a few seconds, the rain still falling on us and we were soaking wet, after a while he finally moved away from me standing in front of me. I flnched as soon as I heard his deep voice again.

“Are you stupid?” he asked and I just stayed quiet looking down feeling a bit guilty, I got him beat up but still he can’t be calling me stupid. I don’t even know him.

“It isn’t my fault!” I exclaimed, before quickly reaching for my phone turning on the flashlight pointing it at him who winced at the sudden light. My hand covered my mouth seeing his bleeding lip and a big scar that went down his right eye.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry…does it hurt?” I quickly asked about to touch his eye but he held my wrist stopping me from touching him.

“I’m fine…where do you live?” he asked coldly as I was still worried about his wounds.

“Um…about four more blocks…don’t worry I can leave from here” I said and he scoffed.

“And what have yourself caught by those assholes again? Yeah for sure, walk I’ll follow…” he said pulling me out of our hiding spot and I decided to not argue he was already to beaten up and he was partially right I couldn’t risk being caught by those assholes again.

Walking to my building, I walked up the stairs to the very top the outside lights were on and I started typing in my code before looking at him.

“Um let me take care of your wounds…it’s the least I can do after you helped me out there” I whispered and he looked up at me as his hands were in his pockets.

“You talk too much, just go in…” he said, waving me off making a face and I frowned my eyebrows. Opening my door I quickly grabbed him from his sleeve and pulled him inside my apartment, it was small and girly, it wasn’t very big either.

“Sit down…” I said to the mysterious man as I ran to the bathroom grabbing towels and the first aid kit before going to him. I gently wrapped a towel around his shoulders before wrapping one around me. Being concentrated on getting the right ointment for his lip wound I saw him looking around my place.

“It might sting a bit…” I said resting my hand on the back of his head as I slowly pressed the cotton pad on his wound as he flinched trying to move away.

“Sorry…it’ll be better by tomorrow…” I whispered softly reaching for a little bandit putting it on the scratch on his forehead.

“Um how did you get that scar?” I asked without thinking while putting away the things and he scoffed.

“What are we getting to know each other now? We should have a sleepover?” he said coldly but sarcastically and I widened my eyes quickly getting up.

“I…you’re right…sorry…um but still thank you for—”

“Y/n someone broke in—!” Namjoon came in running into the room holding one of my pink vases.

“What…Who the hell is this?” he asked as the man got up pulling my pink towel off of him, handing it to me.

“None of your concern…I’m going” he mumbled and I couldn’t say anything before he was out of my place. Once he was gone I turned to Namjoon throwing the wet towel at him.

“You’re such an idiot! He came and saved me while you didn’t pick up my calls!” I yelled at him before rolling my eyes heading to the bathroom.

☁️ NEXT DAY ☁️

I walked into the coffee shop the next day, tired but I had no other choice, I had to work to pay my tuition and bills. Tying on my apron I made sure coffee machines, and everything needed was ready for the day. In a few minutes Jia and Jimin made their way inside. Back story of us, they were my co-workers and we were good friends. I met Jia first though and we are best friends.

“Hey girl!” Jia said, smiling, approaching me behind the counter putting on her apron.

“You seem tired, '' Jimin added and I nodded, closing my eyes gently.

“Ugh…I know exams are kicking my butt! And last night was ugh…” I said giggling gently massaging my shoulders.

“But either way, Namjoon isn’t much of a help” I said and we stayed and talked for a few minutes until people started arriving.

We were busy for a while, and I was packed with taking orders while Jimin worked on the drinks and Jia on the pastries, taking another order and I looked up to take the next order, only to see…the mysterious man from last night.

“Y-You?” I asked quietly surprised of how small the world was making us see each other, or was it meant to be? He cleared his throat looking up at the menu, before looking at me almost acting like he had never seen me. I frowned a bit confused, he probably didn’t recognize me? Did he had short term memory lost? Nah he seemed healthy and…good looking I had to admit. He had pretty eyes, his right one decored with the scar and his milky white skin was glowing.

“Um…may I take your order?” I asked, now myself acting like he was a stranger, which he was.

“Um…One americano…” he mumbled taking out his wallet handing me a $20. Ugh this man was really like a black coffee, he was serious as heck and now he was going to make me count change. After a minute of taking out the right change I handed it to him.

“It’ll be out…shortly” I finished off quietly as he had already walked away before I finished my sentence. Asshole.

Jimin had finished the black coffee in seconds and other drinks and I went and took them to the tables, I stopped by with some nice old ladies leaving their drinks before finishing at the mysterious guy’s table. He was looking out the window playing with a lighter, on and off the lighter went and he took out a cigarette placing it in between his lips. My eyes widened and headed over to him.

“You can’t smoke here” I said quickly and without thinking I had taken the cigarette out of his mouth. Both of our eyes widened but mine were bigger while he glanced at me.

“Sorry…sorry here…I…here’s your coffee as well…” I said quickly setting the cigarette on the table with his coffee. I gently bowed making my embarrassment more obvious, I slightly saw him scoff showing a smirk.

“You’re a responsible one huh?” he said taking something from his pocket, the change from earlier that it felt like an eternity to count, he looked at me and placed it in my apron’s pocket. I was left frozen on the spot.

“Um…what are–” before I could ask what he was doing a voice made me turn around.

“You! Worker!” a woman from the corner yelled signaling me to go to her, releasing a sigh I went over to her and forced a smile, screw customer service. Reaching to her, she was tap his long polish nails on the table.

“Yes ma’am do you need something?” I asked politely and she rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t need anything would I?” she responded harshly making the customers around the place turn to watch what was happening. Jia had started recording in case this woman had other things in mind and Jimin was ready with the phone.

“Then what do you need ma’am?” I asked, trying to contain my patience.

“I want a refund. This was the wrong order” she said, making a face at the food on the table. I slightly rolled my eyes and grabbed her ticket, slowly looking through the items on her table.

“Well everything you ordered is the exact same thing you have on the table, and I always repeat your order at the counter…and even if it was wrong ma’am…we don’t do refunds for a half drank coffee and a almost finished breakfast sandwich” I said teaching her a lesson making her snatch her ticket out of my hand. She stood up resting her hand on her hip and pushed on my shoulder with her other hand.

“Please do not touch me,” I said sternly slapping her hand away seeing her getting angry

“You little bitch! It was the wrong order! Just make a new one that’s your job!” she yelled at me.

“I can’t make a new one! You already ate it! Meaning there’s nothing wrong!” I yelled back at her losing my patience, she scoffed looking at me with disgust before swinging her hand up about to slap me, and I was ready to receive it, I wasn’t fast enough to move, that’s went a bitter smell mixed with smoke came to my nose, and no pain was felt.

Opening my eyes, the mysterious man had held the woman’s hand stopping her from slapping me. She gasped being her dramatic self starting to yell trying to look at me, who was now standing behind the mysterious man’s tall figure.

“I think you should leave” the man said blankly to the woman who was raging with anger, she snatched her hand from his grip and pushing the food to the floor leaving a mess and some got on my apron an some on my cheek. She grabbed her things and made her way out. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in, before grabbing a napkin wiping my apron before cleaning my face.

I didn’t say anything and just moved to the floor placing the broken plate and glass pieces on the tray, on the corner of my eyes I see him kneel down helping me with the glass pieces. I widened my eyes and didn’t pay attention causing a glass to wound my finger, making me wince.

“Do you have to deal with stupid people like that?” he asked and I shrugged.

“It’s rare believe it or not…but when it happens…god” I whispered and he nodded. That’s when Jimin came with the mop and broom and he started to clean the food and the spilled beverage. Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, I took the tray with the broken dishes and into the disposal. As I turned around the mysterious man was behind me making me gasp.

“You scared me” I mumbled while he grabbed my wrist looking at the cut on my finger as he took a bandit out from his pocket wrapping it around my finger. He let go of my hand and made his way out of the shop.

“What did just happen?” Jimin’s voice made me jump making me turn my head, going over to him behind the counter I leaned over it and watched the mysterious man leaving throw the glass windows. “I would like to know that too” I whispered looking down at my finger.

[ ✨ LATER ✨]

Locking the shop’s doors I fixed the tote bag on my shoulder seeing the text message I sent Namjoon, he left me on read again. Fuck you Namjoon.

I started walking home, thankfully it wasn’t as late as yesterday, but keeping my head down on my phone my head suddenly bumped into someone’s chest, I quickly looked up.

“Ow…”

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to where you’re going?” the mysterious man said, somehow I had remembered his voice and could probably recognize it anywhere. “That’s why assholes find you as a target” he added taking my phone out of my hands into his pocket.

“Hey! My–look I had…a frustrating and tiring day to deal with you now…thank you for helping me, but I have to get home before it gets dark” I said trying to grab my phone from him but he was faster and grabbed my wrist.

“Do you trust me?” he asked me and I frowned my eyebrows puzzled at his question, he had helped me out twice and I guess I trusted him, but it still depends for what.

“I…I guess but–” I mumbled but I didn’t finsh before he took off running with me not letting go. With me yelling the whole way longing for a break he took me inside a building, which seemed to be an empty one and abandoned, since we took the stairs.

“Hey! Water break!” I yelled before he stopped and I was breathing heavily, god I regretted telling him that I trusted him.

“You talk too much” he mumbled and pulled me out, we were now on the rooftop of the building, I was slightly blinded by the sun, but then I realized how pretty the sunset was. We got closer to the edge and I slowly held on from the railing. Taking in the view of the city, slowly looking up seeing the blue sky tinted with red and pink. A smile appeared on my face, I hadn’t smiled in so long it felt so relaxing.

“Do you like it?” the mysterious man asked softly making me look at him still smiling.

“Are you kidding? The view from here is amazing…I had never seen the city like this and the sunset is beautiful…” I said softly and I heard his lighter go off.

He had lit a cigarette and started to smoke, taking a hit of his cigarette and slowly letting the smoke out.

“I can lend this place to you…meaning we can share it” he said holding the cigarette before continuing. What did he mean?

“What? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him who was standing a few feet from me.

“I found this place first, and I thought the same thing you did…I guess being here it takes my mind off things or just helps me forget any shit…you know?” he said releasing some smoke.

I slowly nodded and moved closer slowly. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing this place…I will take your offer…I think you helped me find my new favorite place” I said smiling looking back again to the view. Until something hit me, this man was a walking mystery I had told this man that I trusted him, and he had already saved me twice. He showed me this wonderful place and I didn’t even know his name.

“By the way…what’s your name?” I asked turning my head to him again as his movements came to a stop. Slowly pulling the cigarette from his lips he glanced at me staring at me for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and his deep voice spoke.

“Yoongi…”

to be continued…

This one is another series I wanted to post and I am so excited for this one! I will be working on these series along with (a dare after all) and (sweet truth)

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