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cheolhub · 10 months

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MEANT TO BE YOURS — JEON WONWOO ࿐

summary. lying to your boyfriend about being sexually experienced has you stressed beyond belief. it’s a good thing your roommate— aka your best friend— is always there to help you out of every sticky situation.

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warnings. [PLEASE READ THESE!] slight yandere themes (tame obsession, possessiveness, mentions of k1lling reader’s bf, etc.), corruption kink, virginity loss, f. masturbation, cheating (don’t do this), perv!wonu, NEEDY, DESPERATE dom!wonwoo, fingering, heavy praise, pet names (a lot ^^), very light degradation, so much dirty talk (literal filth), unprotected sex, size kink (if u blink, u miss it), kinda angsty ending (oops) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok so it’s finally here :p a few things— happy birthday wonwoo, my beloved <3 thank u keir @jeonghantis for reading this over for me, always reassuring me and being my literal rock. i luv u so so much ^^ lastly, this contains cheating which i do NOT condone, nor do i want to glamorize it. it’s simply for the sake of the plot. oj that’s all <3 i worked hard so pls enjoy it >< (if u dont, u should just lie to me anyway)

you were perfect. so sweet and so innocent. you were a doll in the eyes of wonwoo, with skin so smooth against his calloused hands and a smile so perfect, he can’t help but melt at the sight of it.

his adoration for you was obviously in moderation, he’s a sensible man after all. it’s not like he’d stand over you while you sleep and watch the way your barely-clothed chest rises up and falls down so enticingly or fuck his fist and imagine it’s your tight-virgin cunt milking him for all he’s worth or steal a pair of lace panties and absolutely ruin them. you’re his best friend not to mention his roommate. he can’t do things like that— it’s wrong.

so why does it feel so fucking good to imagine how sweet your moans would sound while he fucks you senseless, “wonwoo! wonwoo!”

wonwoo maintains his cool even in the most unfavorable moments. when you leave your shared bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around your chest, when you walk around in silky night shorts, when you press your tits flush against him every time you give him a hug— it’s too much sometimes.

he can't be angry, though, it’s not like you know any better.

just like how you don't know how loud you’re being when you have one dainty little finger shoved inside your sopping pussy. he watches through the tiny crack of your door with his bottom lip lodged between his teeth, just slight of drawing blood. he sees how your eyes are screwed shut and your back is arched as you inconsistently try to fuck a single finger in and out of you.

the room is filled with desperate huffs and moans, bouncing between the four walls of his old gaming room; it all rushes straight to wonwoo’s cock.

you sound so needy and he can tell you’re growing frustrated at the lack of results. you’re craving release, he can tell–

and he wants to help you. so bad.

he has to, right? that’s his job as a dutiful best friend— taking care of his pretty girl. plus, it’s not like he’s really doing anything wrong. he likes to think he’s just doing you a huge favor.

he steps away from the door before knocking quietly, hearing the halt in moans and jostling of the white bedsheets he’s memorized the scent of. he stifles a laugh, imagining how hot your face must be knowing that you’re easily flustered.

“just a second!” you pant and he’s so caught up in thought that he almost misses your soft voice, “okay…you can come in.” it’s as if you’re embarrassed, but you have no reason to be. it’s just him, your roommate. your best friend. your wonwoo.

he finds that he was right. as soon as he walked in, he noticed your embarrassed face and he could almost feel the heat radiating from your body.

“won?”

his cock throbs in his loose plaid pajama pants at the name you had given him ages ago. “Y/N, i-i just wanted to check on you… heard noises when i was passing by your room,”

“oh…” you mumble, gripping the comforter covering your body. you’re sheepish, shrugging at his concern. “thought you were out with gyu.”

your words are barely audible. you’re too humiliated to tell him what you were doing and, not to mention, how you were probably, most likely doing it incorrectly.

“nah,” he shakes his head, reverting the conversation back to the massive elephant in the room. “anything on your mind?” he tries, moving to sit on the bed next to you.

you sigh, cracking the unfazed facade you wore. tears form on your lash line; you’re beyond embarrassed. mortified, if you will. this is probably the worst possible thing to happen in all your years of living.

no, this is the worst thing to happen to you in all your years of living– nothing will ever beat you getting caught masturbating incorrectly by your best friend.

“wonwoo…” you sniffle and he immediately stiffens at the unanticipated sound. “i just… my… boyfriend wants to start doing stuff with me and i lied ‘n told him that i’ve done stuff before, but i haven’t ‘n—“

“hey…breathe, Y/N,” he shushes, reaching over to wipe the tears from your eyes. as much as he’s concerned with your feelings, he can’t help but pause—boyfriend? since when did you have a fucking boyfriend? he knew you were going on dates and meeting guys, and of course he didn’t like it, but he thought they were flings that would eventually fizzle out. why wasn’t he aware of this dick? his chest bubbles with newfound jealousy and discontent. without a doubt, he’d kill the first ill-mannered fucker he saw put his hands on you.

however, he plays dumb to hide the fact. “what type of stuff are we talking about?”

you bite back a whine, a small pout forming on your face, “you know what stuff, won, don’t make me say it.”

he chuckles, airily, shaking his head. yes, of course he knows, but he wants to hear you say it. wants to hear you say filthy things with your innocent voice that he simply can’t get enough of. “i don’t know what you’re going on about. for all i know, we could be talking about drugs,”

you let out a giggle, playfully smacking his shoulder. “no!” you tell him and he gives you an expectant look. one that screams tell me.

your laughter dies down and you fall silent for a few seconds. you inhale sharply, “wonwoo… he… he wants to have sex with me,” you mutter, completely catching him off guard. “and i lied about having experience… i’ve never even touched myself,” you say unwarranted, feeling your cheeks heat up in mortification once again. you hide your face in your hands after exposing yourself to your more-mature, experienced best friend. “god, i’m such a loser,”

“hey, don’t say that. there’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced. none of that’s important if you love someone.” the same way he loves you. “plus, a lot of guys like inexperienced girls.” he murmurs, mostly speaking for himself, though the only inexperienced girl– girl, in general– he likes is you.

a sigh escapes your lips at his words, “but… i don’t wanna be inexperienced. i wanna know what i’m doing and how to do it right…i wish i was more like you,” you frown, removing your hands to look at him, confusion prevalent on his face. “you seem like you’re so good at everything when it comes to… that…kinda stuff…”

his throat dries, “h-how would you even know that?”

“well, i mean…you’re not exactly the quietest, wonwoo,”

wonwoo is shocked, honestly. he knew he had a handful of hookups and one night stands, but he never thought you would’ve known that.

besides, he always imagined them to be you riding him, crying for him. as much as he loves getting his dick wet, he would never see another girl again if it meant even one chance with you.

it's a stretch. a big one, but if he could give you the earth, he would– in a single heartbeat with no hesitation whatsoever. “well… then do you want me to maybe… show you? what it’s like…? give you a good first experience?”

your body freezes and your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. sure, you’ve always found your best friend attractive, but you figured that couldn’t be helped. you knew you never had a chance, not when he had an endless line of girls who would do anything for just one night with him.

wonwoo is the definition of womanizer, he always has been. for as long as you could remember, girls would throw themselves at him and praise him like he was some kind of god. in some ways, you thought he was.

in all fairness, he was gorgeous and tall and strong. a catch, as some girls would say. he smelled good, too. so good it makes your head spin and your body flood with heat. and he had that rare smile– the one he’d only show the ones he loved– and it was blindingly beautiful. it was a smile that made you feel blessed. a smile that made you feel lucky because you were always on the receiving end– wonwoo always smiled at you.

he never pursued as many girls as you thought he would have. you always figured that’s what guys liked– all of the girls fawning over them– but wonwoo was so different. he didn’t like the attention that much, but, unfortunately for him, that’s what comes with being as handsome as he is.

you knew he was out of your league. he was everything a girl would want and what were you in a sea of girls? a sea of girls with loads of experience and confidence, for that matter.

you were just lucky to have him in your life because he really was such a good friend. he’s always been so protective of you since he met you all those years ago through a mandatory math tutoring session. nothing could ruin the image you have of him– not even the ear-splitting moans of the girls he fucks. you want nothing but for him to be your friend forever.

and maybe you have imagined… once or twice… what it would be like to be one of the obnoxiously loud girls in his bed, but that didn’t mean you wanted it… did it?

you try to play it off to see if he was pulling another one of his typical stunts on you. “wonwoo, this isn’t funny—“

“i‘m being serious,” he says so earnestly, leaning into you, the proximity between the two of you quickly closing. you feel like you should pull back, tell him to stop, kick him out— anything— but you just can’t. “lemme help you, sweetheart… i‘ll show you how to feel good,” his minty breath fans over your face.

your body twitches, feeling a soft pulse in your lower region when the familiar pet name falls from his lips. your pace of breath quickens along with your heartbeat.

“is…isn’t this wrong?” you ask. you want to scold your brain for wanting to do this with your best friend whom you live with. not to mention the fact that you also have a boyfriend.

yes, you think, this is totally and completely wrong.

he shakes his head, “it’s not, promise, ‘m just helping a friend out… only if you’ll let me,” his voice hushes to a whisper as his hand pulls the comforter off your body, a large hand moving to take a hold of your waist, the other on your bare thigh extremely close to the thin pink fabric of your absolutely-soiled panties.

you’re left panting at the little contact, skin itching for even more. “wonwoo…” you whisper and it’s absolutely desperate. “wonwoo, w-what will i tell him?”

he feels his blood boil and he has to keep from snapping at the mere mention of that son of a bitch. he doesn’t even know him and, even still, he wants to bash his head in. “you don’t have to tell him anything,” he responds to you sweetly despite how angry and desperate he is.

you won’t have to do a thing. he’ll take care of everything for you, especially that boyfriend of yours.

you contemplate your options, but it’s getting harder to have a coherent thought with his warm hand being so incredibly close to your needy pussy.

wonwoo is just helping you, he even said it himself. if anything, he’s getting you out of the sticky situation you made for yourself.

and so you nod your head, whimpering out the words. “okay wonwoo… please help me,”

unbeknownst to you, wonwoo was hoping you’d say that. hoping you’d let him help you stretch you out (not for your boyfriend, but for him). help you take his cock. help you cum all over him and corrupt your pretty body. he’ll help you leave your boyfriend and realize that wonwoo is all you’ll need. all you’ll want. all you’ll know. he’ll help you, his best friend, his pretty girl, his fucking dream.

your words trigger something in his brain and it’s all he needs before closing the gap between the two of you. the way he practically pounces on you and slots your lips together, it’s similar to a predator going after its prey.

it’s apparent you’re not as skilled as him as your lips struggle to keep up, whimpering at how rough he was being. you open your mouth a little bit to tell him to slow down, but instead, he pushes his tongue inside and explores the warmth and wetness of your mouth.

and he can’t slow down. he can usually keep his composure and control himself, but you don’t even know how long he’s been waiting for this moment. if only you knew the perverted things your best friend had done without your knowledge, there’s no way you’d let him anywhere near you. he can’t stop, tongue inspecting every inch of your mouth until he feels your hands press flat against his chest in an attempt to push him away.

your swollen lips turn into a pout staring into his eyes filled with hunger and desire. “won,” you say, a lilt to your angelic voice. fuck, is all wonwoo can think as he finally realizes how hard and leaky his cock is after all this time. “can’t keep up…”

he almost feels bad, but every time he feels remorse it’s overshadowed by the burning desire to hear you, feel you, see you cum… just for him, not your silly little boyfriend, that fucking asshole. he needs you to be his.

“‘m sorry, pretty girl,” he pants, hands inching up your upper thigh. “i‘ll slow down, yeah?” his voice drips with desperation and, god, you feel your pussy flooding with more of your warm arousal.

you nod, leaning into him again, pressing a kiss against his lips. his lips are soft as they mold into yours, nothing like what you’re used to. you couldn’t even compare wonwoo’s lips to anything– not even your boyfriend.

you feel heat course your veins. everything is so hot, the room feels like it’s on fire. when did it get so hot? you want to hide in his neck, in your pillow, in something, but wonwoo gives you no room to be shy.

the intrusive thoughts are cut short when you feel his warm hand slide into your panties, a deep gasp escaping your lips. his fingers quickly find your hardened clit, untouched and desperate for attention. the initial touch has shockwaves jolting through your body and you swear you won’t be able to survive anything more than that.

you part your lips from him as his two fingers rub swift circles into your clit, timid whines and moans erupting from your chest and your eyes practically taped shut as you feel his burning gaze on your face. it’s when your hips unintentionally begin to move, grinding into his hand, softly moaning his name out, “wonwoo!” that he loses it.

“fuck,” he mutters, removing his hand and watching your face of pleasure turn into complete shock. he ignores your whiny protests, gently pushing you to lay on your back. “shhh, baby, trust me. gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, don’t you worry.”

his hands peel the panties off you, rolling them off your legs and inspecting them– they’re new. you don’t need to know that he knows, though. especially since he is the reason you needed to get more.

nonetheless, he tosses them to the side. you’re sure if your judgment wasn’t clouded by the new overwhelming craving you have for pleasure, your body would burn in humiliation due to being exposed to your best friend. the same best friend who’s always been there for you and seen you at your very worst, yet continues to be there for you when you need him.

with hearts in his eyes, he stares at your glistening cunt, “jesus christ,” he murmurs, “prettiest fucking pussy in the world, might have to keep you all to myself.” he knows the words are going through one ear and out the other, but the way you moan and arch your back for a single touch eggs him on.

“wonwoo,” you whimper softly.

“yes, baby, what do you need?” he knows exactly what you need. you need him to rub your clit, press his fingers into your tight pussy and open you up, and you especially need him to tell you how well you’re doing– he fucking knows, but he needs to hear you say it. he needs your pretty little mouth to tell him.

you pant, pussy getting wetter by the second solely off the pet names and wonwoo’s voice alone. “need you to help me like you promised… please help me…”

and he can’t resist when you sound so needy. he’s 99% sure he could cum untouched just at the sight of you under him with tears in your eyes while you beg for him to touch you. you’re so perfect, so so perfect and he doesn't understand how no one has taken you away from him yet.

“you want my fingers, sweetheart? want me to help you open up this pretty cunt for my cock?” he asks hotly, leaning in closer to your body.

you gasp at his words, your leaky hole clenching around nothing. “god, yes, yes, wonwoo, yes,” you nod your head vigorously, shyness fleeing your body as you're taken over by pure need. “please gimme your fingers.”

he smirks at your words and his dick twitches at the request. he knows this moment will replay in his head during every second of the day till he can have you like this again.

“good girl,” he whispers, pressing a peck to your swollen lips and keens when you chase him for another with a whimper. “brace yourself for me… might sting a little, but it’ll feel really good after a while. tell me if you need me to stop, hmm?”

you nod your head, stomach swirling with endless amounts of anticipation. the calloused pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing into it once more. you figure it’s to distract you from the feeling of his lengthy digit pressing into your hole.

a whine erupts from your throat at the tiny stretch that stings throughout your body. you take a deep breath, trying to relax as wonwoo pushes the finger in and out at a slow and steady pace.

“doing so well for me, pretty. promise it’ll feel good when you get used to it,” he reassures with a tight-lipped smile as if he’s getting ready to burst at any given moment.

that’s probably because he is. watching your tight pussy swallow his finger and wrap so nicely around him has him reeling. he thinks about what it’d be like to watch his cock disappear inside of you, for your velvet walls to wrap around him like you were made just for his cock.

luckily, the sting fades away sooner than you thought it would, just as wonwoo had promised. your tiny whimpers of pain were soon replaced by pleasured moans, and he can tell that you’re ready for more of his fingers.

he pulls out his middle finger to bring two of them together. you gasp in surprise feeling the pads of his two fingers circle at your entrance before they push their way inside of you.

it hurts more than the first finger, you have to admit, but you take him in easily with the amount of arousal that pools out of your pussy. you pant, whines dying on your tongue as you feel the burning stretch. you don’t tell him to stop, though, not like you’d want to.

wonwoo’s close to losing it. he can feel the way you clench around his fingers, almost like you're trying to push him out but suck him in at the same time. you’re so fucking tight and he thinks he must be in heaven. you’re the last thing he deserves, yet here you are, swallowing his big fingers in your pretty, virgin cunt.

he gradually spreads his fingers, opening you up and the experimental move has you moaning. “that feel alright?” he asks almost breathlessly.

you give him a broken nod, “feels weird… b-but good.” you attempt to inform.

you’re sheepish for a few minutes as he’s slowly scissoring his fingers inside of you, but the question comes out before your hazy mind can fully comprehend. “c-can you try three?” it comes out a bit slurred and timid, but wonwoo understands. he completely understands.

he wants, so badly, to fuck you stupid. to the point where you don’t know how to speak. he wants to call you his greedy slut for wanting more even though it makes him see red. he opts out, though, not wanting your first time to be tainted with degrading words because he knows you’re good. a good girl just for him. no one else.

“oh, baby,” he coos, body filling with even more need. he presses his ring finger inside of you and basking in your cry all the while purring, “you’re doing so fucking well for me.”

you involuntarily clench at his words, back slightly arching off the bed as you moan. “wonwoo.”

he lets out a guttural moan at the sound of his name on your tongue. it’s the way he’s heard it in his dreams, the dreams where he’s ruining you for everyone else.

wonwoo knows he’s crazy, trust, he knows. he understands the way he feels about you is abnormal, but fuck, right now? he feels absolutely, postively insane.

“god, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, his mind slowly drifting. “so fucking pretty taking my fingers like this, taking ‘em like a champ.”

he thrusts his fingers into you with ease, stretching you effectively while being sure to rub at your sweet spot. he watches them disappear and reappear at your opening while also stealing glances at your scrunched up face. you’re such an angel.

after a while, the burning sting leaves and you’re left with an immense pleasure. you didn’t think it would get any better, but there’s an unfamiliar pressure building in your tummy and you feel the need to clamp down on his digits. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and you swear you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy.

“wonwoo… wonwoo,” you gasp, hand blindly searching for his wrist as your eyes screw closed. “f-feels…weird… fuck! wonwoo!”

and wonwoo jus can’t. he can’t let you cum like this for the first time, it would be a crime. when you cum for the first time, he needs it to be on his cock.

he hates himself for doing so, but his movements stop. you gasp loudly, “no, no, no!” you cry out, tears forming in your eyes. you were so close, but it was unfairly taken away from you in a matter of seconds. “no, no, please keep going, please!”

“i want your first time to be on my cock, sweetheart, want you to remember it that way.” he says with his voice low. so low you can hear the beautiful rasp of his voice. “you want that don’t you? you want my cock, yeah?”

you nod profusely, face heating up at his words and the way he articulates them. “y-yes… i do.” you mumble.

“that’s a good girl.”

you moan at the praise, hips bucking up again as he stands to slip off his loose pjs. when they fall, his hard cock slaps against his covered abdomen and you feel your heart skip a beat at his size.

you gasp, sitting up as your sensitive cunt pulses once more. it’s so fucking pretty. you’ve heard your girl friends talk about how ugly and gross dicks were, a conversation that you never had input for, but after seeing wonwoo’s, you know they haven’t been blessed with the sight of one like his.

he’s huge, for starters. it makes your tummy churn and swirl because you know he won’t be able to fit inside of you— not all at once at least. it’s long with prominent veins running through. the tip is flushed and leaky and he looks so hard it hurts.

“won’t fit,” you whimper slowly gravitating towards him at the edge of your bed, eyes not leaving the throbbing member. “it’s not gonna fit, won,” you look up at him through your lashes and his entire body twitches as he looks down at your doe eyes.

“and how do you know that?” he grabs your face with one of his hands, squishing your cheeks with his pointer and thumb finger. “you can take it, baby, don’t worry. i’ll be gentle.”

the tone of his voice drops an octave, and this time, you don’t believe him. there is something predatory about his words that makes you squirm and gush under his gaze. you don’t think he’ll be gentle, the way he looks at you like… it’s like he’s about to have his last meal.

and, honestly, you find that you love it. you love having him look at you like he’s yours and your his. you love his attention. you love having him like this.

he pushes you back again, your back hitting the plush bed. you bite your lip as you see him join and tower over you. he flashes a smile and you slowly melt and wither away under him, body squirming a bit.

he looks in between your bodies and realizes he’s not wearing a condom. his face drains of color at the thought of your cunt taking his cock bare. “sweetheart… wait,”

your eyes widen and your lips form into a small pout, “what is it? what’s wrong?”

“need to get a condom,” he huffs and it’s apparent that he’s not very happy about the idea. he’s always worn one. every time. with every girl he’s ever been with. but every single time he’s imagined taking you, it was without one. he wants nothing in the way between you and him, but, of course, he needs to respect you and think about your safety. no matter how bad he wants it.

you furrow your eyebrows, “...why?” you whisper.

this time, he mirrors your confused look. you’re a virgin, sure, but you must know what a condom is. “what do you mean why, angel? it’s pro–”

you shake your head, cutting him off. “i mean, why do you need it? are you… not clean?” you ask worriedly.

“no, of course i am!”

“well, don’t leave me here,” you mumble. “‘m on the pill now, so you should be fine without one… now, please? wanna feel like i did before… wanna feel all of you…”

wonwoo now knows he’s died. he’s died and now he’s in paradise. you, and all your beauty, laying under him with the prettiest pout, begging for him. for his cock. raw. everything he’s dreamed of is about to come true... if he doesn’t cum first.

“god,” he mutters. he takes his length in his hand, stroking himself before lining up with your entrance. “you want my cock then?” he whispers, dragging the tip up and down your messy folds.

“yeah, please… go slow…”

he lets out a shaky breath, nodding his head before guiding himself back to your dripping hole. he inhales sharply, pushing himself inside, immediately entranced by the feeling of your warmth enveloping him whole.

you wince letting out a soft cry of his name. he pushes past the resistance and you feel him taking something that’s been so sacred for as long as you could remember, but if you’re being transparent you couldn’t be happier that it’s him. you wouldn’t want anyone else to be in this position.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts with his raspy, deep voice that makes you clench even tighter around him. “fuck, so fucking tight, baby. so perfect.” he can barely trust his voice. it’s barely been five minutes, but he swears on everything he’s never felt this good before.

you’re not even sure his fingers helped you enough because the stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. “hurts…” you whimper out, eyes screwed close to keep the pained tears from falling.

he bites his lip to suppress a moan at the sight of you like this, instead asking, “you good, baby? need me to pull out?” he’ll die if you do, so he hopes you answer against the idea.

“n-no,” you pant, trying to breathe your way through the pain. “j-just go slow…s’big, feel too full,” you reply, brain unable to give him complete sentences.

his eyes almost roll at your broken words. “i know, baby, i know. you’re doing so well for me, hm? takin’ it well all for me,” he manages to tell you even though he’s twitching like he might explode within the next 30 seconds.

his praise makes you gasp as you arch your back, a new gush of arousal coating his hard length. when wonwoo speaks to you like this, it makes your head fog. the validation and praise and the lovingness behind it all makes you want to have him forever. you want him to speak to you like you're his baby forever.

it almost makes you forget that this is just a favor. that you have a boyfriend and he has a sea of gorgeous women lined up for him. almost.

after a few more minutes of slowly inching his way inside you, he finally bottoms out. you’re already a bit sore from the stretch, but the pain recedes and he fits like a glove. like he was made to be inside you and you were made to take him and all of his glory. it only riles you up, your pussy tightening around him even more.

he groans out your name, “fuck, don’t do that or i won’t be able to last, pretty girl.”

“‘m sorry,” you mewl. “can’t help it, feels so good, wonwoo,” you finally open your eyes to look into his. “keep moving please?” you pout, keeping your tears at bay.

he can’t emphasize how close he is to spontaneously combusting and pumping you full just to fuck you over and over again. he wants to fuck you till your pussy’s raw and you’re begging for mercy. he wants to see your pretty tears, hear your cries, see you dripping in sweat and cum.

he doesn’t say anything, pulling out slowly and pushing himself back in. you gasp, hands moving to tug on the fabric of his shirt in attempts to pull it off.

“ah, ah, ah,” wonwoo reprimands. “can’t be the only one without a shirt, baby, you gotta take yours off first.” he smirks at your eagerness.

you nod quickly as you sit up, still so full of him, peeling your flimsy tank top off. you free your chest and wonwoo groans when he finally sees them.

“so pretty…” he mumbles, pushing you back down with a bit more force than you were expecting. one of his hands comes to squeeze the fat, fondling it like he’s wanted to for so long. his cock thrusts into you again a bit faster and you cry again at the stimulation.

“t-take it off!” you beg, reaching for the shirt again.

he chuckles, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. once you see his skin, your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. you imitate the actions of your first kiss earlier, opening your mouth to let his tongue in. you let him sloppily makeout with your own.

it’s messy. a newfound experience for you. you’ve never had a kiss like this– never had a kiss where it felt like you were about to get swallowed whole. you’ve never had a kiss filled with so much passion, a kiss so loud where you’re moaning into someone's mouth and they’re moaning into yours so lustily. it’s your first. wonwoo’s your first for many it seems.

wonwoo can’t say he’s never had a messy kiss because he’s had plenty. maybe a few too many. but, unbeknownst to you, he’s never felt so eager for anyone in all his years of knowing you– lusting after you. he wants this so bad. he wants you so fucking bad it’s making his throat constrict, his abdomen tighten, his dick twitch as it’s surrounded by your warm walls.

his cock fills you up so well and you feel like there’s a big possibility that you may get addicted to the feeling. now that the pain has subsided, you can feel the prominent veins pressing into your velvety walls. you can feel every twitch and his bulbous head rubbing right against that spot that’s turning your brain into mush.

“fuck, baby, you’re so good,” he moans into your mouth, thrusts increasing in pace.

“love it when you call me that,” you admit, mindlessly. you pull him in closer, nails digging into his back, imprinting red crescent shapes in the skin.

he lets out a guttural groan, breaking from the kiss and looking into your teary eyes. “you like being my good little baby, huh?” he asks breathlessly and when you whine and clench around him, he chuckles. “i can tell, angel, pretty pussy is loving my cock– swallowing all of me like such a good slut.”

he didn’t mean to say it, but when the words slip out, your eyes widen. his expression mirrors yours and his speed falters. your pulse thumps erratically and you’re sure your heart is going to lurch out of your chest, teeth catching your bottom lip, biting and digging into the pillowy muscle.

“i didn’t mean–”

“keep going…” you whisper, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him into you and return to his prior pace. “oh, won, please keep going.” your begs make him reel.

your pupils are completely blown out now. like you’ve taken some type of drug and you’re feeling the euphoric effects of it all. you can’t wrap your head around why you feel the way you do because of one degrading word.

jesus christ, he thinks to himself. he has to be in love. you’re so greedy, so much potential to be his gorgeous girl. he thinks you’re perfect for him– no, he knows you’re perfect for him. he’s confident with the way he fits in you and the way you trust him with your body. he can’t even care to think about your stupid boyfriend. you’re his now. his to fuck stupid and pump full of cum. his to punish and praise and pleasure. he’ll turn you into his own little cockhungry slut.

his thoughts get the best of him as he nearly blacks out at the idea of you being his. his hips snap against yours with a particularly harsh thrust and he feels his tip kissing your cervix and you sob out, “fuh-fuck!”

and at the sound of your sobs and pleads and curses, he feels as if he can’t restrain himself any longer. he sits up on his knees, hands grabbing at your waist with a vice-like grip that will likely result in splats of purple bruises the next morning. not like either of you could give a fuck. he relentlessly pounds into you, balls lewdly slapping against your sloppy cunt without a care in the world.

your cries and his groans plus all the pornographic sounds your bodies make together fill the room, bouncing off your cutely decorated walls. he can tell you’re going to cum soon when your breathing picks up, watching the way your chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

you suddenly remember how you felt right before he had snatched his fingers from you earlier. you can feel it creeping back up, the fiery knot in your tummy tightening. your hand finds the sensitive bud wonwoo was toying with earlier, gently rubbing circles into it.

he notices immediately and grunts. “such a greedy girl already, aren’t you? i’ve ruined you.” ruined you for everyone else and it’s been the best thing he’s ever done, he fails to add.

you nod, tears dripping down the sides of your face. “g-god!”

“not quite, baby.” he chuckles breathily. “gonna cum for me? hmm, baby? gonna soak my cock for the first time like the good little slut you are?” he rambles, his own orgasm– that he’s held back all this time– quickly approaching.

you mewl at the mixed praise and degradation once more, fingers working faster as your brain numbs. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you slur. “oh, ‘m gonna… wonwoo, ‘m gonna–!”

the words die on your tongue– the stimulation on your clit and the stimulation of his cock ramming into your sweet spot has you coming all over him. your back arches and your thighs convulse as you clamp around his cock. a squealing mantra of his name and curses flee your mouth as the tightrope in your tummy snaps.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt anything as euphoric in your life. it feels so good to let go and gush all over his cock while he fucks you through your orgasm so erratically. you can tell he’s close, too. a few more seconds and he’ll be making a mess.

“ah, fuck– ‘m so close, baby, pretty pussy’s milking me for all i’m worth,” he moans out the warning. “love it so much.” he loves you so much.

you can barely hear a noise, let alone comprehend any of his words, so you just nod frantically as your sensitive body twitches under him sporadically.

his thrusts go sloppy and before you know it, he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. “fuck,” he grunts before he’s overtaken by the immense pleasure your pussy’s given him. he moans and lets out small whimpers as he pumps his cock, painting your sheen skin with his warm seed. he throws his head back as he moans out your name, “Y/N, fuck,”

he wishes so badly he could have came inside of you, but he’s going to make sure there’s another opportunity for that. he’ll be damned if he never fucks your cute pussy again.

you whimper at the sudden warm substance on your skin. your eyes crack open to see your stomach covered in a sticky, white liquid– or maybe a mix between liquid and solid. your not sure you know how to describe it.

you look at him as your mind comes to you. his hair disheveled, a few strays sticking to his sweaty forehead and the pace, at which, his chest rises and falls slows till it’s normal once more.

when you come down, you suddenly remember your boyfriend. you were so sure you wanted him till wonwoo looked at you, made you feel special, took your virginity– now, you’re a mess. the mental image of your boyfriend fogs over in your head with words wonwoo whispered to you while he was fucking you.

but you shouldn’t think about it anymore, right? everything was going to go back to normal after tonight, wouldn’t it? wonwoo will ever forgot this happened and he would bring some girl over when he thought you were gone and fuck her the same way he fucked you. you’d go back to thinking about your boyfriend trying to push the thoughts of your best friend making you cum over and over out of your head (it won’t work, but a girl can dream). all will be well. for one of you, at least.

“Y/N?” he mumbles.

you look up at him and give him a small smile, “thanks for your help, won,” you whisper masking the sadness in your voice. “‘m gonna shower…” you don’t wait for his reply before you move off your bed.

your legs are wobbly and your entirety feels sore. he really did a number on you. you whimper with every step you take and wonwoo quickly finds his pants and slips them on before rushing to your side.

“Y/N, c’mon, lemme take care of you.” he murmurs, his hands finding your waist to ground you and keeping your body from hobbling over. “get back on the bed, baby,” he whispers into your ear.

you huff, physically unable to fight him on the matter and shuffling back to your bed uncomfortably. the ache between your legs and the nasty feeling of his release drying on your naked body were not a good mix. then you fucking remembered you were naked. you gasp, startling wonwoo, your arms wrapping around your body in attempts to hide yourself as if he hadn’t fucked you five minutes ago.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, a look of confusion painting his face.

“y-you… i… i’m naked…” you tell him meekly, moving to lay on the bed again. “this… is so weird.”

he smiles softly at your sudden shyness. “back to being shy, are we?” you frown at him and he just laughs heartily, your body filling with even more dread because– god. he’s just perfect and not yours. “‘m only teasing, doll, ‘s okay.”

you don’t reply, awkwardly shifting under his gaze. the pet name sounds so natural. like he’s meant to call you pretty things. like you're meant to be his.

but he’s not yours and you’re not his.

you stutter, words fleeing you in the moment you need them most. “wonwoo… i-i…”

you look like you’re on the brink of tears, guilt wracking your body. wonwoo feels his chest tighten, breath hitching in his dry throat, “Y/N, do you regret it?” he asks, words hushed. he’s anxious.

“no! no, no, i don’t… i don’t regret it. i trust you more than anyone, wonwoo. i promise.” you say meekly and he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. “i just… can we act like it never happened?”

the weight returns. heavier. it nearly crushes him. he couldn’t forget about this even if he’d wanted to. he’s already tattooed every second of tonight into his fuzzy brain. every reaction, every moan, every single word you gave him is all he’ll think about.

he clears his throat, a shaky exhale slipping his lips before asking, “if you don’t regret it then why…?” he can’t even get the question out. he knows the answer. (read: the unnamed boyfriend– the one that he swears he’ll kill the second he meets him.)

you avert your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. “you know why.”

he does.

“and plus, we’re just friends. and roommates. it’ll just be awkward.” you cringe at your words because, unbeknownst to him, you don’t want to forget it. you know you won’t be able to forget it. not the possessive words that he spat during his sex-crazed haze, not the way his cock felt, not the way he looked at you.

he waits for you to look at him, but you don’t. you can’t look at him right now.

“okay.” he says coldly after sitting in deafening silence for over a minute. “consider it forgotten.”

he’ll make you his one of these days. you may not know it yet, but you belong with him. and he’d do anything for you.

#wonwoo smut #svt smut #seventeen smut

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munsster · 1 year

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kurt kunkle and his bimbo girlfriend

A/N: this week has literally forced me to be obsessed with this greasy little slasher (soooooo my inbox is surely open!) (gif creds: @stevesnailbat)

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Warnings: Spree (2020) related content, kurt kunkle, smut/suggestive themes, MDNI, slasher themes (blood, gore, murder, ghostface), pet names (baby, slasher), cam/stream sex

im sorry but gamer bf x bimbo gf trope is actually flooring me rn

he’s just this greasy little streamer you started watching and you’re this total babe who’s obsessed with him

and you are really obsessed with him

you are literally his Number one fan

if kurt kunkle has 100 fans, youre one of them. if kurt kunkle has 1 fan, its you. if kurt kunkle has no fans, you’re dead.

you plugging kurtsworld96 at any given chance, like he’s so confused the first time he hears you do it, but then he gets so happy and just pulls you in

you being the first one to be super excited about his amount of viewers/followers

a celebratory kiss for ur streamer bf 🥰

also getting really worried when he seems to be in a little bit of trouble (ie cops in the background yikes)

him always reassuring you that he’s fine and he’ll figure it out

you dont know it but he’ll do anything you say, even if it meant turning off his stream for the night

you literally suggested doing cam stuff together before chat suggested it, but now chat is like obsessed with that because theyre a bunch of pervs

you treating chat like a sassy lil mama (“ew! behave yourselves” “ask nicely” “‘put it in her ass’ oh cmon, you know better” “shhh, quit being bratty, thats not how good little viewers get what they want, now is it?”)

youre such a lil price gouger, youre like “okay if someone sends in $50, i’ll let you guys watch us” and chat loves you so obviously they end up doing that

kurt really really loves you, plus you do wonders for his numbers. viewers basically double when he even mentions you

“‘kill your gf’ pfft yeah right, i know all his tricks, i’d like to see him try!” and you’re like in his lap and grinning and he just grins at you and when you turn to face him, he lands a big ol smooch on you

even after months of being together, he still gets nervous around you

and you always tell him to “relax, baby, it’s just me” all while he’s literally buzzing in your presence

he probably likes his hair pulled tbh

like even when you just run your fingers through his hair, he’s purring, he’s so slutty for it

asking him to do skincare/haircare with you as an excuse to take showers together 😝

like of course he’s gonna do it 1) because he loves you and 2) because afterwards, he smells like a candy store

you picking out his outfits because what he wears now is actually a cry for help

no because he would actually let you treat him like a dress up doll

you being really excited about it and telling him to do GRWM and OOTD segments on his streams (which are completely led + narrated by you, but he doesn’t need to know that)

him teaching you how to play video games (even though you already kinda know, you let him have his moment)

you designing the clickbait thumbnails for all of his youtube videos and they’re definitely all sparkly and pink and cute

you begging him to come with you to get your nails done, telling him he doesn’t have to get his nails done, you just want him to go with you

but of course, you convince him to get his nails done (just a basic polish *cough cough* in literally neon green, his choice) and he flaunts it to stream

he definitely makes fun of bobby like “my girlfriend is literally so hot. where’s yours? oh wait……”

and you HATE bobby

you think he’s a bad friend to kurt, but you’d never tell him that. you just scheme like “noooo baby, hang out with me, not bobby” and he’s like okay 🥰

also him being a little protective and possessive over you

like when other attractive people glance at you, he’ll grab your hand or put his arm around you or ask for a little kiss (all of which you do happily)

i love yous are thrown around like none other, and it makes him blush everytime. even when youre just tuning in, if he gets that “i love you, slasher” message, he’ll go red as a tomato

oh that reminds me: youre favorite movies being slasher films like scream and scary movie and american psycho, and he’s not stupid so he definitely senses the theme there

bonus: he definitely buys one of those ghostface masks just to surprise you (and get into your pants)

you offering to help clean his car after particularly gory kills (and he knows ur really good with aesthetics and detail work)

also you cleaning him up after particularly gory kills 🥺

like he’ll come home with blood streaked down his face, and you’re like “aw baby 😟 c’mere”

he LOVES it, he feels like a little puppy dog around you because you take care of him so well

you are all about sneak attack kisses, and he never knows what to do with them, he just sits there and smiles while you hold his face and pecks his lips

bro eventually, he’ll start laying the rizz down on you (and he’s not very good at it but) its so sweet that he’s genuinely trying and happy

like he’ll just spit pick-up line after pick-up line whenever you’re around, and you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek

you don’t even have to ask and he’ll buy you cute clothes. not that he’s insanely rich or like raking it in, but he makes enough, and he will spend money on something nice for you before he buys something for himself

him begging to drive you anywhere and anywhere even though your car works perfectly fine, he just wants to do things for you

also him begging to rig your car with cameras, too, just so when he does have to be in your car, he can still stream

ummm bonus: he definitely sets up a camera above his bed so like not only can he do sleeping streams, but…. you know…… angles 😌

you bringing him snacks and drinks during his stream and he gets the biggest googly eyes

you’ll just walk in in like the skimpiest little outfits, grinning and winking at the camera before giving kurtie a sloppy kiss

yall he’s so fucking dumb (in a loving way), but you’ll get into the car in like the most revealing and tight top and he’ll get all nervous and try to angle the cameras like ‘yall seeing this???’ all while smirking to himself

him accidentally referring to you as his wife on multiple occasions while streaming

letting you put your songs in the queue every so often

bonus: after hearing you play it literally once, his new favorite song is ‘stars are blind’ by paris hilton. that shit bangs and he knows it

him making you a playlist of all his songs (and he actually falls in love when you mention the fact that you listen to it almost constantly)

he actually can’t believe you love him and you’re of fan of his work and you’re actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen (nice tits, too)

it takes a lot of convincing and proof on his part that you truly love him, but you’re not shy about showing it and you’ll prove it to him anytime he needs

masterlist

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 2]

A/n: IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MY REGULAR FONTS 😭 😔 A/n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH A:n: I COULDVE JUST COPIED AND PASTED OFF THE INTERNET BUT IM TOO LAZY TO RE DO EVERYTHING 😖

CW: Murders, Sexual themes and GN! Reader.

Little note: I was going to add Lester and Bo to part 2 but I was busy while making this so I have to add them in part 3

Billy Lenz 🎄🎅📞

He’s more excited at the fact that you’re just like him, crazy!

He instantly got aroused 😃

Definitely stole some of your underwear’s (or bras) and returned them all sticky, and damp…

the way he found out was when you helped him kill Jess

”Jess, [Name], the caller is in the house,”

but you knew that

you’ve always known

so when Jess started panicking, you found it a good time to surprise her and Billy

It frightened you when she had a weapon, she could’ve killed your Billy!

So, you took the other fire poker

you stabbed Jess in the shoulder when she got dragged by Billy

I cackled when Billy yanked her hair through the stairs railing 💀

And before she could react, you slit her throat

“it’s okay, Billy,”

damn, you were always hot, but with blood on you? 😍

“[Name] saved filthy Billy…?”

you’re smart ass pinned it on Peters and he got arrested

you sneaking back to the sorority house to see Billy - 🏡 ⬅️ 🏃‍♀️💨

Tiffany Valentines 👰‍♀️❤️🧸

[this goes for her human body and doll body]

She honestly wouldn’t care, you kill, she kills, you’re even hotter when you kill.

wait, wha-

she finds it adorable and hot of you when you kill

will literally pull up a soft chair, some snacks and a face mask and sit there watching you take your anger out

“Go baby!”

”You got this, hun’!”

“They went that way!”

“Good job, woo!”

Very supportive

you were a killer when you met her

That’s how she fell in love with you!

“How many people have you killed?”

“34,”

“Hey, you know, you’re kinda cute…”

”I know,”

fell in love with you instantly.

Carrie White 🔥👩‍🎓🩸

You never kept it a secret from her, but instead of telling her that it’s innocent people, you told her that it was people that use to mock and taunt you

she doesn’t think it’s okay, but because it’s you and because they were ‘awful’ people, she pushed it away

also doesn’t judge because she did kill people with her powers, but in her defense, she was so pissed

Also accepts you because you helped her run away from her abusive mom.

every time you come home from committing mass murder, she already sets up a bath and tries to cook

her mom didn’t care about her, so she’s only learning how to cook just now

hey, at least she’s trying 🥰

you end up cooking, but she repays you with nice cuddles after !

Jennifer Check ☆💉🩸

how you met was…interesting…

you always had a crush on her

and would always get pissed whenever some boy or girl hit on her

so when someone flirting with her actually kissed her cheek

you lost it.

let’s say that they didn’t have their happily ever after

when she found out, she became infatuated with you

a really devoted, smart, and pretty/handsome person? Sign her up

she definitely confessed first

like Tiff, she also doesn’t care

you kill anyone, she kills boys, no exception

and if you’re a boy, you’re an exception

will cheer you on as well

just more lazily than Tiff

After your killings, she’ll invite you to a lake

you obviously say yes, not thinking too much of it

until you see her naked in the murky waters

definitely pushes you in

mocks you for how flustered you get

yall definitely had a good time 😏

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️🔪🔥

Vinny just finished working and he was looking for you.

a bit worried when he couldn’t find you

then he heard footsteps, your foot steps.

don’t ask me how he knows your specific footsteps

and Jesus, you were a literal bloody mess

you had about 4 limp, lifeless victims

“Vin-ny!~”

you were awfully happy

blushed a little when you happily sung out the syllables to his nickname

pointed to the 4 bodies

“well, I’d thought I’d help you with work and it’s a thank you, for um, uh, everything…”

the silence was loud

really loud

but he nodded and huffed

making you plaster a grin on your face

he’s definitely blushing under hat mask

big bear hugs after work ! ❦

#billy lenz #slasher community #billy lenz x reader #black christmas #bride of chucky #childs play #tiffany valentine #carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie white x reader #jennifer body #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #chucky #house of wax #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x you

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moremaybank · 1 year

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WORK OF ART — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

summary one day, you enter the compound in search of rebekah, but you can't seem to find her. what you do find, however, is a surprise waiting for you in her older brother's bedroom.

warnings 18+, masturbation, unprotected sex (klaus pulls out), cum play (kinda), voyeurism, feeding (let's be real, we'd all let klaus drain us of every single drop of blood we have)

author's note request was sent in our chat, but i'm so sorry for the wait, love! i hope you like it!

klaus masterlist

you sauntered into the common area of the compound as you searched for rebekah, "bex? you in here?"

when you failed to receive an answer, you began to make your way up the stairs. you reached the top level and approached the closed doors that belonged to each of the mikaelson siblings that took residence in new orleans. while walking down the hallway, you heard the faint grunts and moans leaking through the crack of klaus's bedroom door. and once you fathomed just what was being said, your steps came to a halt right in front of the doorway.

"oh, y/n. just like that, love. take all of me, just like i know you can."

your eyes widened. you peeked inside through the sliver of space, and your gaze fell upon klaus, thick cock in hand as he stared at an easel at the foot of his bed. he closed his eyes, throwing his head back momentarily as he let out another loud grunt. "god, you take me so well. your cunt is swallowing me whole."

you felt slick pooling between your thighs as you watched klaus's hand jerk his cock without remorse, twisting and pulling as he tried to reach his orgasm. you were beginning to run hot, losing air as you became mesmerized by klaus's filthy actions.

the thought that he had moaned your name earlier hadn't been lost on you. in fact, it drove you closer to arousal. you always knew that klaus had a crush on you, but you'd assumed it was just a thing he did, as you had seen him flirt shamelessly with countless other beautiful women. but now that you knew you were who he was thinking of while he was getting himself off...it changed everything.

you inched closer and closer to klaus's door as you heard him about to release, but your weight shifted and caused a creak to erupt from the hardwood floor. you cursed to yourself as klaus's head shot up, his eyes landing on you as he scrambled to cover himself with his sheets. the shock was apparent in his expression as he internally panicked.

how the hell was he supposed to get out of this one?

"y/n...i— i didn't hear you come in," he stammered nervously.

"yeah...i uh, i figured," you responded. you hesitantly walked inside of his bedroom, treading carefully in case he decided to throw you out. but as you entered, klaus made no effort to do so. " it wasn't my intention to spy on you, just so you know. i just heard my name, and...yeah."

you approached him, closer still, and your eyes trailed over to the easel you had noticed earlier. now that you were in front of it, you could see that it was a beautifully crafted painting. of you. the lines were perfect, the strokes of his paintbrushes meticulously placed as they outlined a beauty you didn't know you possessed. then again, you were well aware of klaus's god-given abilities to pull beauty from even the darkest of themes.

"it's not what it looks like, love. i promise you. i assure you i'm not some sort of creep that—"

"—klaus, really. it's okay. really, the painting is gorgeous. i honestly don't know how you made me look like that," you said, noticing how red his face had grown. "and i don't think you're creepy. i was actually thinking that...maybe i could help you out...with that."

klaus watched as your hand motioned over to the aching hard-on poking up through his sheets. although he was petrified that you had found him in this compromising of a position, he couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face.

the same smirk that now caused the heat to flare up in your cheeks.

"is that so?" he questioned, letting you reel him in.

you sat beside him on the bed, giving him a smug grin of your own, "wanna find out?"

before you could read the expression written on his face, you were flat on your back atop his plush mattress. klaus towered over your frame as his hands found the collar of your shirt. you felt a harsh tug, and soon your almost-bare skin was exposed to the air. he did the same with your bra, splitting it down the middle and letting the cool breeze of the air conditioning perk your nipples up.

"so gorgeous, darling," he spoke, his hands running up your torso to cup your breasts in his large, warm palms. he kneaded them in his hands, his thumbs circling each of your nipples. "i can only imagine how pretty your cunt is."

"so much talking. are you gonna fuck me or what, mikaelson?" you questioned. you bit your lip as your eyes trailed down to his cock. it was still standing tall and proud, and you practically drooled. it was so pretty. the tip was red, assumably angry from the loss of his high, and thick, too. your walls clenched, the excitement of how euphoric it would be to have him massaging your walls.

"i will if you behave," he commanded, his lips trailing wet kisses between the valley of your breasts as he made his way down your body. he quickly undid the button of your jeans, peeling them off your legs one by one. when he was finished, his hand cupped over the thin fabric that hid your core from him. he felt the growing wet patch atop your entrance, and he grinned at you smugly. "hm, looks like i'm not the only one that has been lusting after someone they shouldn't be," he chuckled.

"shut up already," you spoke, your hand wrapping around his neck and tugging his lips to yours. your lips met in a searing kiss, filled with a borderline unhealthy mix of desire and impatience. your tongues danced, and you felt a warmth flow through your body. his lips were like candy, and you didn't think you could ever get enough.

klaus let the fingers of one hand hook into your panties and pulled them off you. he collected your slick, spreading it through your folds as it made its way up to your clit. he circled it gently, feeling your hips roll into them with desperation.

you pulled away, "no teasing, klaus. please. i need you."

"you're so pretty when you beg me, sweetheart," he rasped, his lips trailing down to your neck. he was quick to find your sweet spot and sucked a love bite into the skin there, marking you as his, even if it was only temporary.

without warning, he sunk his fingers into your core. his fingers instantly found a medium pace in an attempt to egg you on. but you weren't having it. if he wanted to provoke you, you'd do it right back.

two can play at that game, mikaelson.

"if you don't start fucking me in the next five seconds, i promise you i'll find someone who will. maybe i'll ask kol."

klaus's head came up from your neck, and the look on his face told you that you were successful.

"you're going to regret that, love."

in the blink of an eye, you were practically bent in half. your legs were wide open, your toes pointing outward from each of your sides, and your knees were pressed against the sides of your breasts. klaus pushed your limbs down as far as they could go, and without a word, his cock slammed all the way into you, hitting your cervix.

you cried out at the sudden intrusion and found him smirking down at you as he began to fuck you.

"hold your legs. keep them here," klaus ordered, and you obeyed him.

your hands found the backs of your knees as you kept yourself in the position he bent you into. you then felt one of his hands wrap around your throat for leverage as he rutted into you without remorse. his other hand rubbed at your clit harshly, allowing a feeling of ecstasy to flow through you.

"nothing to say, darling? where'd all those words go?" he questioned as he continued pummelling into you roughly.

"s-shit," you whined out, biting your lip as your eyes watched klaus's cock punish your pussy. you could feel how wet you were, the slick completely drenching the skin of your inner thighs, klaus's length, and the tops of his thighs as well.

the sounds coming from your's and klaus's junction filled the room, the wet squelching sounding so erotic and heavenly to your ears.

klaus tugged your head upward, closer to his face as he peered down at you. "eyes on me, love. you'll watch me if you want to cum. i'm not too kind to take your orgasm away from you and make this all about me."

he leaned his forehead against yours, ensuring that your gaze would remain on him as he kept up with his merciless pace.

"fuck. you feel so damn good, klaus. fuck me harder; need it so bad."

"beg me. you know how i adore the sound of your pleading," he replied. "beg me, and i'll make you cum so hard your life flashes before your eyes."

"destroy me, klaus. ruin me for anyone else. please, i'll do anything. please," you cried.

if it were even possible, you felt him bend you even further, with your ankles almost at your head, as he sank into you deeper and deeper. your legs began to tremble when his cock started to rub against your g-spot. with one of his hands back on your clit, the coil deep in your belly began to burn as you approached your orgasm.

"yes, klaus. oh my god. shit," you panted as you clung to him.

klaus surged forward, his head dipping down to adorn your neck with more love bites, and soon enough, you felt his fangs sink into your sensitive skin.

you shivered with a loud, high-pitched cry as you felt the coil snap like a rubber band. heat sizzled throughout your body as klaus continued drinking from you and fucking you through your orgasm, and your nails scraped down the skin of his back.

"cum on me, baby. paint me with your cum. wanna watch you," you begged.

he drew his fangs from your skin, continuing to rut into you as he chased his own high. he let out a throaty groan, abruptly pulling out and painting the flesh of your tits and stomach with his release. he jerked himself as he let himself feel it, and you were in awe of how majestic he looked as he came.

"there. my own personal masterpiece," he heaved with a knowing grin.

"that was so fucking sexy," you rasped.

he grinned, leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing a tissue, using it to clean you up. you made grabby hands at him once he finished, and he let you pull him into your arms. your legs wrapped around his midsection, pulling his skin flush to yours. your lips met, swollen and still needy, although your climaxes tired your bodies out. even after the

suddenly, he pulled away but kept his body on yours as his eyes searched yours. his finger trailed over your collarbone absentmindedly, feeling your smooth skin beneath it.

"what is it?"

"i..." he trails off, hesitating for a moment. but then he swears he can see a glimmer of hope in your eyes as if you're willing him to confess how he truly feels about you. so, he decides to shove his doubts aside and take the leap. "i don't want this to be just a one-time thing."

"you don't?" you questioned.

"no. i love you, y/n. i can't stand the thought of anyone else having you. i want you to be mine."

you beamed at him, so wide that it made his undead heart flutter in his chest, and you rolled both of your bodies over so that klaus's back was now against the mattress.

"maybe we should turn her away," you said, your head motioning over to the portrait that klaus painted of you. "i don't want her judging me for all the things i'm about to do to you."

a familiar smugness painted over his features as he looked up at you, "oh, really?"

"mhm. she's going to think i'm downright filthy," you replied. "and, if it wasn't clear, i love you too."

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#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson smut #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals smut #the originals imagine #the originals one shot #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries smut #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries one shot #tvdu x reader #tvdu #joseph morgan

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Trapped and Dreaming Freedom

So I've been reading these two webtoons lately about female leads stuck in very toxic and unhealthy relationships (while being aware of it), and I'm loving every second of it!

If you know me, you know I just love a badass cool female lead and I also love seeing characters stuck in very difficult situations and watching how they use their brains and/or skills to get out of it, and both comics excel at these aspects!

First series is "Trapped", a comic about this taxi driver who got tangled by accident with a vampire who develops an obsession with both her and her blood after she manages to outsmart him a couple of times, something that hasn't happened to him in years.

It feels very "Tom and Jerry" with both characters trying to get the upper hand on their relationship, and you would think it would be super one-sided but vampires actually have quite a bit of annoying rules on how they work that severely limit their freedom and our female lead exploits as many of them as she can to make him eat sh*t! It's just glorious!

"Dreaming Freedom" is... somehow less dark, and at the same time way darker of a series.

It's not as violent or gory but it deals with more realistic problems that hit closer to home for some like school bullying, abandonment, harassment, family abuse, and so on.

The premise is that our female lead teams up with a guy that has the power to use dreams to affect people in the real world, and they use this ability to get revenge on all the girl's classmates that harassed her, but the more our female lead does that, more the male lead gets obsessed with her and we later find out that he has some serious anger issues making him extremely dangerous.

Our lead basically goes from "I can use him to get payback!" to "Oh my God, I'm the only thing that's keeping this dude under control and away from people!"

It feels like you're being handed a living knife that you just pray won't run out of control or turn itself against you. It's so uncomfortable but at the same time so thrilling!

While I really don't like when unhealthy relationships are glamorized and used to send some kind of "Oh, he's kinda dangerous... But at least he loves you, so it's okay, right?" message, I do like it when the unhealthiness of the relationship is the focus AND is painted as a problem that needs to be fixed.

I like how both female leads always call the male leads on their bs and keep them in check whenever they start going too far, and it's fun to see how they use them whenever they're backed into a corner by the antagonists of the stories.

Also like the themes these series explore, about how when you keep dealing with people that act like monsters you see yourself slowly turning into a monster yourself and start to attract other monsters as well, eventually making you question how far can you go? How far should you go? Can you get back from it? And so on.

But most of all, I like that both series make sure to show that these "bad boys" were their last freaking options. Not the first, not the second, but the very bottom of the barrel. They went to them only after they felt they had no other choices and were sure that nobody else would take their side.

This isn't just "Oh, I went to him because he's a hot bad boy", this is "The world turned its back on me so I'm gonna use the only cards that I have left."

They basically made a deal with their devils and now the fun is watching to see how/if they're gonna get out of it.

This is how I like to see problematic relationships. You don't paint them as something normal or something good, you paint them as a hardship that needs to be dealt with and use it to do clever commentary on the worst aspects of humanity so we can learn how to be better and as a source for good and intense drama to make us worried for the main characters and invested in seeing them get out okay.

#dreaming freedom #free in dreams #trapped #olgami #webtoon #Kkum-eseo Jayu-ro

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devil pt II | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N ; This one just got straight up filthy with a side of unhealthy obsession. I feel like this is my true foray into darker themes and given that this is for a slasher fic, this is probably going to get pretty damn gory. So, if the updates to this are not as forthcoming as my updates for say.. Stranger Things, CSI or Marvel + any of the other fandoms I write for, just know that it's because I have to kinda like.. distance myself with this one so it doesn't get in my head so much. Because I want to do this right. And realistic as I can get. If I'm going for darkness, I'm going as far in as I can.

Anyway.. here we are, I guess. Read all the warnings below. Please. For the love of God, read the warnings.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker -Ghostface x fem!reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; devil - the first part to this can be found by clicking. This is very loosely going to follow the plot of Scream 4, me thinks with a twist or two possible because I have a very vague idea in mind as to what I want to do with this.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror taglist -- but if this is something you can't read pls don't, okay?. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Scream 4, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

18+ only; minors absofuckinlutely not. Go read fluff. Also, if you're not into somnophilia -with slightly hinky consent given that reader is half asleep when she consents, biting and marking, a very dark and possessive obsession type 'love' and other dark themes in the future as well as mentions of murder ; blood ; gore, body fluids and other stuff, this is not the mini fic for you. Kind of very much a dead dove/don't eat. You control your own reading experience, that's not up to me. You've been warned.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

A crisp breeze blows through your open window as you sleep. As you promised earlier, you left it open for Charlie but a little after 10 pm and no sign of him even attempting to show up and you decided that maybe he’d just said it to be a jerk, to laugh tomorrow if you brought it up.

You’ve just gotten settled into bed, your back facing away from the window. Your favorite shirt to sleep in -a black one that’s old and thin with the Harley Davidson logo on front, is hiked up just slightly over a pair of black lace panties as you toss and turn and try to drift off to sleep. But you’re thinking about the way he kissed you with his hands all over you in the supply closet at the back of your classroom earlier in the day and the more you think about it and replay it in your head, the more frustrated -and wet, you seem to get. You’re aching for some kind of way to relieve your frustration.

With an annoyed huff, you shove your arm beneath the black pillow under your head and you kick the covers completely off your body because despite the chill in the air, it’s hot. You’re hot, burning all over because all you can do is lie there and replay what happened at school over and over again in your mind.

You try to tell yourself that he’s not coming, if he were, he’d probably have stopped by hours ago and finally, after what feels like endless tossing and turning and countless prayers of frustration sent up to whatever deity might hear, you can feel your eyes getting heavy. As sleep takes over, the music you were listening to via the earbuds in your ears switches from one classic rock song to another. And with the volume you have the music turned up to as it plays through your phone as you sleep, you can’t hear any little outside noises going on around you.

Charlie slips in through the open window and nearly falls to the floor. As he stands in the middle of your room, his eyes dart around -an attempt to familiarize himself with the place because it’s his every intention to spend as much time as he can here, close to you. He chuckles at the posters tacked on your wall. The clothing bursting out of your closet in a chaotic clusterfuck of bold and vibrant red, stark white and black or dark gray because those are the colors you primarily stick to most of the time. He makes his way over to the overfilled vanity table with it’s various cosmetics and a jewelry box with costume jewelry and your preferred huge, bold and loud earrings inside an open drawer and he picks up a silver framed picture of you as a little girl on the back of a motorcycle with some burly and terrifying looking man sitting behind you, his arms around.

He knows it’s your father, it has to be but.. Charlie can’t stop the rush of jealousy he feels at the sight of someone else touching you.

You roll in the bed so that you’re facing him and your quiet little sigh and moan -his name, no less, catch Charlie Walker’s undivided attention. He moves to the bed and seats himself along the edge. You’re completely out from beneath the black bandana print comforter that’s nearly piled on the floor. The shirt you’re sleeping in is threadbare, borderline see through and it’s twisted from all your movement in sleep so that he can see the curve of your ass and the way black lace barely hides your pretty little pussy.

“Sorry I’m late, kitten.” he mutters, mostly to himself because he can tell by your light snores that you’ve fallen asleep. He positions himself over your body and brushes your hair out of the way of your face and the side of your neck.

His cock is strained against his jeans. He can feel it twitch and ache with need. All he can think about is how much he wants to push your panties to the side, unzip and pull down his jeans and bury his cock to the hilt in your warmth and fuck you til he’s all empty and you’re dripping because he’s filled you up.

His hand skims over your exposed thigh and he nips at your neck, sucking. Leaving a little mark against your soft and unmarred flesh. The harder his lips lock against your skin, the more he finds himself unable to resist thrusting his clothed bulge against the curves of your ass as he leaned over you from behind.

He gets a little bolder as he continues to thrust, working himself into a frenzy. His hand slips beneath your sleeping form and closes around your soft tits, squeezing. By now he’s panting, growling and groaning against your ear, his censor is gone completely. You’re starting to wake up and you roll onto your back to look up at him, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you yawn. He positions himself between your legs and his mouth meets your mouth all over again, just a little kiss to wake you up completely, he thinks, yeah.. That should do it.

You arch your back away from the bed and cling to him, deepening the kiss as you give a sleepy little giggle. “Didn’ think you were gonna make ‘t.” your sleepy drawl has him chuckling quietly. Caressing your face with one hand as the other disappears between your bodies and settles against your dripping sex. When he feels how wet you are against his hot palm, he growls into the kiss. “I told you I’d be here.”

“Yeah, well.” you gasp out the words as a shiver races through you when his hand squeezes and rubs your clothed sex. Your hand digs into the mattress and the other one digs into his shoulder as your legs fall open even wider for him. He leans back slightly, ocean colored eyes settling on the wet cloth clinging to your pussy and he licks his lips, leaning into you from above all over again. “Still sleepy, princess?” he mumbles the question lazily against the shell of your ear. You yawn again, it can’t be helped.

You are still sleepy but you’re afraid that if you answer yes then he’ll go and you don’t want him to go.

The arguing kicks up all over again downstairs and you cringe into him, gazing up. “Ignore them.”

Charlie bites his lip and nods. “I asked you a question.”

“If I say yes..” you pout as his finger slips over the soaked lace covering your warm and wet sex. Charlie chuckles. You’re twice as wet for him now as you were not even ten seconds ago. His teeth latch against your throat and you whimper as your hand fists the mattress again. “Hm? You were gonna say something, babe. Say it. C’mon.”

“I don’t want you to go.” -and you didn’t, especially not now, not with the arguing down below reaching a fever pitch. If he left, you’d be stuck there alone to listen to it. To hold your breath and just hope to God that things didn’t spiral out of control too badly. Because you didn’t dare intervene.

Hearing you admit that you wanted him there and you didn’t want him to leave had him smirking a little. “I’m not gonna leave.” he drags a long and thin finger right down your slit and when you shiver, he gazes down at you, teeth tug at his bottom lip and he’s lost in thought. “It might put a damper on what you want outta me though.” he trails off, frowning a little before adding quietly, “Unless you just wanna go back to sleep and let me give you what I know you want and get what I need right now?”

To emphasize just how badly he wants you, he bucks himself against you and you gasp as you feel the way his cock is pushing hard against the zip fly of his jeans. You swallow hard and lick your lips. Your lids are still so, so heavy with sleep and you can barely stay awake, you’re fighting a yawn or two as you attempt to answer him. But along with the sleepiness you feel, you’re so turned on, you’re so damn horny that you want his cock inside you.

“C’mon, princess. All you gotta do is sleep. Let me take care of you, hm?” his voice is smooth; soft. A raspy velvet purr as his mouth drags right down your pulse and he presses his hips down into your lower body, the bulge in his jeans putting barely enough pressure against your achy cunt. The ache really starts to throb.

“Okay.” you mumble softly, giggling quiet when you shock him by admitting, “It sounds kind of hot. You using me to get off like I’m a little fuck doll.” and at your confession, Charlie swallows hard. He gapes at you a second or two because honestly, he hadn’t ever expected you to agree to what he’s about to do.

The fact that not only have you agreed but you want him to do it, holy shit. He’s almost feral and if he thought his cock was hard a few seconds ago, it’s nothing compared to now. His mouth crashes against yours violently, a biting kiss that leaves your lips aching by the time he’s done. You’re starting to doze off again and you’ve rolled onto your side again, one of your legs bent at the knee. Exposing that perfect dripping little cunt because your panties barely cover you enough.

But he’s not an animal, so he doesn’t just start pounding away at your pretty little pussy like he’s dying to… His fingers slip into your panties and he drags them between your folds. They bury deep inside you, twisting and scissoring in a come hither motion as he grunts against your neck. His other hand slips up beneath the thin black shirt and a thumb rolls across your nipples. He can’t resist the urge to thrust himself against your soft little ass and his breath hangs in his throat when he manages to get himself real worked up all over again. Your juices are flowing, coating his fingers, “Fuckin hell.” he mutters in awe as you arch your ass towards him and this causes his fingers to bury deeper inside. Strumming against spongy softness that has his entire body tensing up when he feels the way your pussy clamps around his fingers.

He can’t take it anymore, he has to be inside of you. Filling you so full that you leak when he’s finished.

He slips off your bed and after licking his fingers clean and wishing you were fully awake to see him as he does it, he lets his pants and boxers fall to your bedroom floor, kicking them free at the ankle as he’s managed to get his shoes off first. He tugs his shirt off and lets it settle on the floor next to his jeans and boxers and then he’s back on you, his finger hooking in black lace and tugging until it comes away with a silent rip.

The arguing is so loud downstairs. His gut instinct is to get you the fuck out and away from this shit, but he has to remind himself that’ll come at the end of everything he’s got planned for the sleepy little town you both live in. Then he can get you out of here. He can have you all to himself.

His hand fists his cock, lining it up with your tight, wet little cunt and he slides right in. But the way your pussy grips his length has him pausing, breath hung in his throat as he tries to adjust to the tight squeeze. You’ve tensed up just a little and you whimper soft. It hits him then and he has to ask. He can’t just not ask what he suspects.

“Babe.” he nips at your earlobe. “You’ve done this before, right?”-- he’s touching you all over, nuzzling his nose against your racing pulse urgently. “C’mon, doll.. Answer me.” he groans out against your soft skin as he continues to rut himself against you, “ Then you can go back to sleep like I promised, ‘kay?”

“Nuh uh. Never.” you yawn out the words sleepy and he growls to himself upon hearing confirmation that you’re a virgin.

“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air and he waits until he feels you unclench just a little. When you’ve started to relax and you whine quietly and pout over your shoulder at him as you remind him in a hushed sleepy whisper that he’s supposed to be fucking you back to sleep, he can’t help but chuckle. “Gotta be easy, princess, -ah” he growls out as he feels your body arching back towards him, this makes you drag over his length with those tight fuckin walls and the way your pussy is so wet he can feel it coat every single inch of his cock, oh my god. It’s all he can do to keep from cumming hard. His free hand skims your curves as you lie in front of him on your side. He can’t resist, so when the urge comes to suck at soft flesh and leave a huge mark right there on that little spot between your neck and shoulders so you’ll see it when you’re fully awake.

“Are you okay now, princess?” he asks when he hears you whimper in need, the sound as if it’s choked out of you. You take a shaky breath or two. That soft and dream-like voice as you answer quietly, “Please.. Need.. Wanna feel you, Charlie.” to confirm, to beg for more has his last sliver of self preservation shot. He buries his cock deeper, the tip pushing against your abdomen just so that he can slightly feel it under his fingers as his hand rests against your tummy. “Jesus, fuck!” he groans, his cock absolutely buried, flooded by the way you’re gushing wet. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” he mumbles breathlessly as he starts to speed up his thrusts a little, his cock slamming against your cervix a time or two and making you whimper out as you start to wake up a little better. “Charlie, oh –ah, fuck, rightthererightthererightthere.” you whine, rocking your ass back against him which has his cock hitting at an all new angle that feels so good to you both that his hand digs into your breast and he squeezes hard. His teeth sink in against the space between your neck and shoulders as he pounds away harder, bottoming out, the tip of his cock brushing against the spongy softness of your g-spot. “Not yet, babe.” he groans when he feels your walls clamp down, “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

“P-please!” the word is choked out, frantic. A louder moan than you intended. Charlie laughs, quiet. The sound erupts from deep inside. “You’re begging for it, hm?” he questions as his hand dips down and his fingers began to circle your throbbing clit a little. He continues to fuck into you from behind, bottoming out a second time. You melt back against him and you try again to hold off like he’s demanded but you can’t take much more. “I n-need, fuck.. Please let me cum.” you whine as you rock harder back against him.

You’re awake now, an active -and very willing participant in the surrender of your virginity. The way you’re writhing around below him and whimpering, the way his name flies from your mouth and your hands grip the bedsheets and his shoulder only confirm one thing for him.

The two of you are fuckin endgame. And he’ll do whatever he has to, he’ll spill as much blood as he needs to make sure it stays this way.

After all, what’s a stone cold killer without his sultry little scream queen?

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker x fem!reader #charlie walker x fem!reader fanfiction #charlie walker imagine #charlie walker x fem!reader imagine #// minors dni.#//read all warnings above.#// somnophilia #// body fluids #// obsession #// p in v #// unprotected p in v #// biting and marking #// dark themes ahead reader beware #// if i do this like i wanna it will be a gory twisted dark bloodbath.

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Lets talk about my favorite charater Chazwick Thurman and do what I do best

Overanalyze

I wanna do a little deep dive and some theorizing on this hot shark man. So lets go.

In the episode Exes and Oohs we are introduced to Chaz Thurman, a dumbass shark man with sex for brains. We are soon infromed that he happens to be the ex of both Millie and Moxxie and he tells the story of him and Moxxie's realationship.

he speccifically says

"But I still remember it like it was yesterday! You, a fledging mafioso; me, the dashing and extremely sexy muscle. It was like it was written in the stars!"

Remember that

okay so I have a couple throeies on my boy Chaz so

I know quite a few people hate this shark man with a burning passion, but, if you really look closely at his character, you'll see that he's actually not much of a bad guy. The whole flashback montage of Moxxie and Chaz showed that Chaz really did love Moxxie, and even when he left Moxxie behind, you can tell by the look on his face that he felt he had no other choice.

2. This is more of a question but. Did Crimson kill Chaz? Because I thought the only way for someone to die is if they are killed with an angelic weapon. So does that just mean Crimson horrifically mutilated Chaz?

And if Crimson DID use an angelic weapon, then what about all of those people Millie killed at the wedding? Are they actually dead? Because they weren’t killed with angelic weapons.

3. I don't think Chaz is an imp. We see throughout the episode different demons that are kinda shark themed. I think he was one of them. Chaz has no imp characteristics. No horns, no imp tail, no white hair. He’s a full-blooded shark demon.

Chaz is based off a shark, if you look at the other shark background characters you'll see that they seem to be a whole species. They have the swirly eyes, they can have black markings on their tails, spikes/fins, skeletal parts, and very different body types.

like these sharks from Hazbin Hotel

and some of these guys from the wedding

I think that Striker is part shark demon, part imp, because of his different coloration, unusually large size, swirly eyes, black tail markings, snout (I dont think we've ever seen an imp with a snout) and lack of red on his eyes, which is a trait that we see on most of the other imps, when their pupils shrink, a bit of red iris is shown, however Striker lacks this trait.

Also intresting point they bleed red blood

no sure if they're sinners or if its a consistansy issue but ya

4. I have this sneaking suspision that Chaz abbadoning Moxxie was a completly self centered desision.

I biased of couse but look at this man.

You see a narrcisistic shark man I see a man in love who happens to be a narrcisistic shark man.

During the heist scene lets talk about his face.

hearing the sirens

The realization. He has to make a choice.

Regret.

Hmmmmmmm.

5. I have some speculations on how Chaz reached the conclusion of "Ditch Moxxie"

The money was really that important. As we all know Chaz is flat broke. So was the money really that important to him. I feel like him and striker have simmilar situations. But stiker chooses to rage and rebel and Chaz chose to adapt and try and make the best of it.

This might be a reach but Moxxie's legs as we know where permentaly mutlated by the heist incident

Right so even though Chaz seems to be a complete dumbass there is a chance that he did recognize the damage already done and made a rash desion to let Mox be arrested because if he had tried to help him fast enoguh to get away they could risk permently severing Moxxie's leg and hurting him. Getting arrested could possibly be what saved him.

But again I'm dumb don't murder me.

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #helluva boss #helluva moxxie #chaz thurman #helluva boss fandom #chazwick thurman #helluva boss chaz #fan theories #demons #my theories #fan theory #analysis #character analysis #crack theory #im dumb #don't murder me #hear me out

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Kinktober day 2

Sypnopis - The begging of your brought virginity session only you didn’t know your hook up was a vampire

Warnings - Mentions of virginity, paid sex work, oral (receiving and giving), blood drinking, blood

A/n- I posted this just before midnight I completely forgot about Kinktober sorry y’all. I may do a part 2 to this next month.

“Sure,” you agreed to his offer. Maybe he just had some sort of weird fetish but you didn’t mind when he offered you 100,000 dollars for your virginity you couldn’t deny it. I mean the setting was a little strange but he couldn’t help it.

He knew from the moment you walked in the club doors that you didn’t belong in a place like this. So he with his vast riches took you out of there. “I’m leaving Suguru take over for tonight.” He waved to his friend deep in the shadows. Already you were tired after drinking all night and parting with your friends.

“Would this be considered sex work?” You thought out loud in his limousine. “Normally that’s on my end.” I used to be an escort but I stopped 3 weeks ago.” Are you finally ready to settle down,” you pondered.

“I don’t know about that.” There was a situation with one of the clients that kinda forced me to stop.” Sorry to hear about your misfortune Gojo.” Thanks but I can tell your not being serious.” You smirked at him. Well, a man like you deserves a fine woman.” Someone like me,” you laughed.

He could tell you were overly drunk a sudden swirl of confidence crashing against you. But he didn’t mind it since you reminded him of his normal self. Maybe your more alike than he thought. “Whatcha thinking about,” you giggled.

“The non-drunk version of yourself I met earlier.” I like this new version but you gotta be in your right mind to make choices like this one I’m leading you on.” I can make choices like this,” you pouted.

“I glad that you think that.” He wiped the sweat from your brow. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” You fanned your face. “I can’t take this,” you Babbled. You tore a leg slit in your small black party dress. You sighed air finally coming through to you. “Why did you do that you looked so amazing in that dress,” he inquired. “I was gonna toss it anyways that shit was showing my beer gut.”

“Hey don’t degrade yourself I think every part of you is sexy.” You haven’t seen every part yet,” you doubted him. “Well, I will soon enough look where already here.” He pointed to his large mansion up ahead. Your jaw dropped from its hinges. “This is beautiful!” You hopped out of the car touching every marble statue at his front gate.

“It’s renaissance themed.” He answered your question before you even got to ask. He gave you a short tour around the first floor but never brought you up to the second floor. “Why can’t we go up there?” Because I’m sensitive to sunlight and it’s very bright up there.”

“Ahh okay.” You thought for a minute how weird that was. I’ll bring you down here though to my third bedroom watch your step these stairs are steep.” You followed him down long stone steps deeper and deeper into his dark basement. “Gojo I’m scared!” You whined not feeling his arm around your hip anymore. You stood there in darkness until you heard a flick within a moment lights turned on dim but bright enough to light the room.

“What the hell.” You looked around even more amazed. This must be the washroom every direction there was a new sort of device. A rain head shower, a sauna, a hot spring. “I hope you don’t mind I wanted to wash up first.”

“Not a problem.” You gulped realizing he was already naked while you were fully clothed. “Come on aren’t you gonna strip what about all that talk from in the car,” he teased you. “Fine!” You took off each price of clothing slowly folding them and then putting them on the vanity.

He helped you dip into his whirlpool tub which was practically the size of a hot tub. You sat back leaning your neck on his chest. “Ahh, something’s poking me!” You say up thinking maybe it was a jet. “Sorry,” Gojo laughed. “I must be a little too hard.”

“Here let me help you out.” You sat just before his lap staring at the soapy water. Your hand felt for his dick finding it burning up his chest. He was as hard as a rock even through the water you could feel his mushy tip leaking.

His reaction was cute to you eyebrows all knitted together. You wanted to see it again so you brought your thumb over his tip spreading his pre-seed all over the head. Your other hand massaged his balls adding to his stimulation. “S-shit yeah keep doing that!” He bit his lip muffling his moans.

You removed your hand from his balls and started to pump his shaft. You felt his veins pumping even more blood up to his tip which leaked in your other hand. “Fuck your way too good at this.” Or are you just sensitive Gojo?”

“Shit! Call me Satoru baby I don’t mind.” You scooted closer hands still at work while Gojo held his head back arms lent on the sides of the tub. You brought your mouth to his neck sucking near his collarbone. He shivered at your sudden movement face warm at your boldness.

“Shit your gonna make me go crazy!” Stop pumping me will yah.” You stopped awaiting his next move. He grabbed a towel from the side wrapped you in it then lifted you over his shoulder. “Aren’t I heavy?” Compared to what I can lift your a feather sweetheart stop worrying.”

He let you down on his bed. “Do I have to use a condom or can I go raw?” Well, your paying 100k I think you at least deserve to go raw for a night.” Say less!” Can you help me finish I’m leaking everywhere here?”

“Of course.” You climbed on top of him your pussy sitting right above his face. “What a beautiful view,” he marveled. You knelt above him not wanting to smother his face. “I don’t mind you smothering me.” With his confirmation, you sat firmly on his face moaning as his mouth found your folds.

But you had something more important to do. This wasn’t the first dick you sucked but it was the biggest slender and long as you wrapped your mouth around it. You gagged it going through the back of your throat.

You heard his muffled moans even through the slurping of your cunt. You took your mouth off his cunt coughing after he began to thrust into it. Your nails dug into his thighs out of instinct since you were experiencing a new type of high. He had slipped a finger into you curving it inside until he hit your spot.

He added in another thanks to your wetness you groaned your thighs locking around his head. His movement was skilled his tongue never making a mistake and flicking your clit with ease. Unlike the sloppy blowjob, you were giving him. Spit pooled down to his balls ad you used your hand to pump his base. You tried your best to drag your tongue around his veins. But taking more of him in your mouth seemed to be the number priority.

He chuckled seeing your face contort even though you were doing amazing. So he thrust up again helping fit the rest of his shaft into your mouth. He came with a grunt his cock spilling his seed in the back of your throat. You were soon to follow gushing in his overjoyed mouth. You collapsed a top of his face forgetting the fact that he had to breathe.

He lifted you rolling you over next to his muscular body. “You ready,” he asked. “Yes.” You answered even though your breath was unsteady. “Hey, I hope you don’t get turned off by this but I’m gonna need at least a syringe full of blood from you is that okay?”

You laughed at his randomness. “What the fuck sure I guess!” He leaned into your face his eyes closed delicate white lashes fluttering. At first, you thought he was gonna kiss you. So your lips perked to kiss him but he rejected this idea moving over to your neck to suck a harsh hickey?

No this wasn’t a hickey you realized as he bit into your neck with ease. “Ahh Satoru that hurts.” You tried to claw at his back to stop him. But he kept going sucking your sweet nectar.

“Gojo,” you cried out. “I said that’s enough.” Your body was becoming weaker by the minute. You let out one week slap to the back of his head. Finally, he came off your shoulder making a pop sound.

His demeanor was different. He didn’t even look at you and you could tell he was more obsessive, rougher. “Satarou answer me please,” you begged.

“I’m the same old man you met earlier only I’m much more hungry.” Now that you looked at him you could see his once light blue iris turned red. Fangs poked out his plump lips that were smeared with your blood.

“Now I’ll ask you once again are you ready Y/n?”

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 8 months

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just marathoned the infatuation sungchan story <//3 i love sungchan too much sorry renjun if i see him in the pet store i would have fallen head over heels

i kinda wanna see the infatuation series to be like flipped (??) idk how to explain but yn is basically the yandere one or theyre also a yandere w him obsessing w eo

like yn and somi going to the pet store and he gets infatuated by sungchan with how cute he is and completely forgotten theyre getting stalked and becomes obsessed w sungchan

but also a part 2 of the recent sungchan drabble sounds good it may be angst but also comfort fluff w yn becoming guilty over leaving sungchan and even though somi and renjun is near they ran cause what is happening w sungchan? they see him crying and they comfort him (u could make it seem like somi and renjun followed yn idk)

INFATUATION thats a name i haven't seen in my inbox in a hot sec (aside from that one req) but also ugsdfhgfdjhg no me too Sungchan u caught my heart boyo!!!!

But also you know what I actually toyed with an idea similar before but with a different idol group, ATEEZ. It's in the drafts rn, but the whole thing is Seonghwa is the first Yan while YN goes through some descent into madness but yeah fun stuff! Maybe that will be a spooky season thing hehe

But no yeah that's a solid idea! There was a time that I planned to do a silly after-end thing once I finally sat down and finished Johnny's ending buuuuut we'll see hehehe anyway a part 2 👀 sure why not?

Infatuation AU Pairing: Yandere!Sungchan x Reader TW: Unsettling themes, Blood, Implied Self Harm Notes: I can see the need for a good ending but these infatuated boys will never know joy >:) [Part 1]

"Oh my god, (Y/N)!" Somi's arms wrapped around you tight, not letting you go for a minute, even when you eventually separated her hand still held yours. "Where have you been? We've been so worried!" She clasps her hands over yours now across the booth. You'd both decided to meet up at the Starbucks by campus, it was just the easiest place to pinpoint, you'd spent almost all of your undergrad there together and, for some reason, it seemed to be the safest place right now.

"I... I don't even know where to start, Soms..." you shook your head slowly. "I missed you guys so much..."

"Where were you?" Her eyes were desperate.

"Do you..." You looked around. "Do you remember Sungchan?"

"That kid from the pet store? What about him?" You were silent, and Somi pieced the story together herself. But, before she could say anymore, the door to the cafe opened and someone rushed in.

"Somi! I came as soon as you called!" Renjun was frantic, but he seemed to calm down as soon as he saw you. And you felt your heart melt at him. "(Y/N)..." your name was fragile on his lips. "Oh my god, (Y/N)," he reached for you and, for some reason, you flinched back, and Renjun's heart broke.

"Sorry," you muttered, rubbing your wrists habitually. Renjun fell into the seat next to Somi.

"What happened?" If Somi was desperate, Renjun was crazed. "Months, no contact, no sign, we've been looking for you nonstop and here you are... okay," he says. You didn't blame him for looking this way, hell, he's never looked worse.

"It's such a long story," you said. Then, your phone rang. And you answered it before Somi and Renjun could even think of looking at it.

"Hello?" You said quietly. The other two listened with baited breath.

"... Where are you?" Sungchan's voice was quiet too. You hesitated.

"At a Starbucks," you didn't exactly lie.

"... where?" He asked again. You swallowed harshly. "Please come home, I'm sorry, I know I said you could go, but... I didn't think you'd be gone this long. Please come home. I don't know what I'm going to do without you here. Come home, (Y/N)."

"I," you looked at your friends and you couldn't read their expressions. "I'll be right there." You rushed out. You remembered the last time this happened, the last time you were gone for just a bit too long and at that time you were just in the pet shop with the bunnies, imagine now, you're in a whole other town, and you had to take the taxi just to get home.

You were fumbling with the keys to the apartment when you realized the sheer ridiculousness of your statement. Home? When did you consider this hellhole your home? You didn't know. You didn't even have time to close the door when you ran in.

"Sungchan?" You looked around the apartment. It was quiet, too quiet. You started opening doors and cabinets, anything you'd think to check regardless of whether it was plausible or not, until, finally, you looked in the bathroom. You threw open the shower curtain, and Sungchan sat in the bathtub, legs pulled up to his chest and shirt twisted in such a strange way that you couldn't even fathom how it got like that in the first place. Sungchan looked up at you, phone still in his hand as if you were still on it, and he relaxed. "Oh..." you pitied him. And he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your legs and pressing his head against your thighs. You bent down slowly, adjusting so he was holding your shoulders instead. "It's okay, I'm here," you reassured him.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"It's fine, it's fine," you comforted him.

"I thought I was ready."

"It's fine," you ran your hands through his hair now.

"I..." Sungchan is cut off by a gasp. You look to the door and Somi has her hands over her mouth and Renjun... he was just quiet.

"Blood... blood," Somi's voice was muffled. You pulled Sungchan away from you for just a moment and near gagged. How did you not see that before.

"What the fuck..." Renjun mutters. "This? This is what you've had to do for months? Oh fuck..." he mumbles. His hand clutched his phone. "I'm calling the cops."

"Call an ambulance first! Oh god!" Somi panics.

"Sung? Sungchan?" You held his face in your hands and you look down at his arms again. "Why?!"

"You took too long."

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ad-hawkeye · 2 months

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since someone posted a translation on yt i wanted to ask(when you get around to it/free time ofc ofc) what you thought about artem’s dragon breath ssr

my first immediate fucking thought reading this card: WE GET NEIL ANGST FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS?

IN AN AU CARD? WHAT?

okay. alright. that aside, i tend to actually really like au cards in tot, so i was actually pretty hyped about this one (HI FUTURE ME HERE WTF THAT WAS SO GOOD????) thoughts below!

love artem just fucking eating shit with this crest. bro is not fooling anyone

artem: [literally fucking coughing his lungs out] I am In complete Control. Of My Well Being. [coughs up blood

edgy artem with his little scar being all blushy is a new level of hilarity i lov ehim

i LOVE the white silhouette of dragon!artem. me and my dragon bf <3

this whole exchange below.

rosa: i dont want you to leave... artem: rosa: UHHH I MEAN. AS YOUR CHIEF OFFICER,

my beloved trope. being able to pick out your loved one's clone from subtle details.

or possessed loved one. in this case.

me and my possessed dragon bf <3

this is literally the most unnerved ive been reading a tot story ever. and its solely from how uncanny this expression is. dont make this face. what the fuck. i know ur possessed but no thats just wrong you cant do that what the fuck dont make that face

PUT THE CREEPY PLEADING EYES AWAY IT'S UNCANNY ON YOU

you can tell zhao lu is having a fucking blast voicing this part and i am so here for it. like "here artem is being possessed. get a little freaky with it okay. throw in some ominous whispering and laughing while you're at it"

AND HERE COMES ARTEM WITH THE STEEL CHAIR TO FIGHT OFF THE POSSESSION. MY OTHER FAVORITE TROPE!! zhao lu will see a guy fight off his possession and be like is anyone gonna voice him and then not wait for an ans- oh my god did artem just yell. hoooly fuck this guy never yells.

neil and artem fighting to the death in dragon form was not on my tot bingo card but i cannot complain at all

BABE WAKE UP NEIL IS SPEAKING

why is this card story giving more than any of the main timeline stories involving neil ever have. love the theme of the gods preying on the idealistic (neil, artem, mc) in accepting this cursed crest.

"our fates had been intertwined ever since" dear god it feels like they got a year 1 artem writer on this HAHA

on god they're beatin the shit out of artem in this card

bro.. this time shit is giving howl "ive been looking everywhere for you" movingcastle and sophie "find me in the future" hatter and i mean this in the most loving and nostalgic way

oh yeah this au ssr is definitely in his top ones. like right up there with his gufeng ssr.

god the scene with the final art evo is kinda going insane.

ROSA ATTEMPTING TO KILL A GOD. AND THE TWIST. ON SHARING EACH OTHER'S BURDENS. : ) ) ) ) ) WHAT

artem pleading with her to stop. jesus christ. this is the most emotional reaction ive seen from him in a hot minute. . MOre Please. tot.

not them sadly laughing at this situation............. tot.............. tot.

couple goals: severing the gods from humanity.... together <3

i don't think i've felt like this about an artem card since 2021 holy shit

THE MEMORY GEM IN THE EPILOGUE??? OUT OF POCKET???? IM GONNA CRY

chat im gonna cry i miss this dude so much

#tears of themis #artem wing #tot spoilers #cn spoilers #asks #anon #ANON THANK YOU FOR THIS WOW OKAY. YEAH UH.#I WANT THIS CARD LMFAO. AND THE FRIDGE.

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ladyathenawisdom · 9 months

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Dandelions and Control Pt. 4

Warning: Mature Themes, Language

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"Right Hand, I don't know about this."

"Oh, shush."

Hero stares at herself in the mirror, eyeing the sheer dress she wore. It was dark like the night, a villain's color. It was long and pinched at her waist and chest slightly. The only problem was that it hugged her curves and was backless, not to mention the front of the dress hung low. It wasn't scandalous in any means, but it wasn't a prude dress either.

It looked villainy if she was being honest. And she kinda did look hot.

Right Hand smirks, she herself was wearing a blood dress that was body tight and short. The sleeves and chest area were lace, the heels also sharp and red. She looked like a villain completely, especially with her dark eyes and her lips painted red.

Hero also had a type of makeup on, but it was more neutral then dark. Right Hand said that nude and baby colors like peach, pink and nude suited her for her body type. But black was also clearly her color, she looked so...alluring.

"Supervillain will want to eat you," Right Hand grinned.

Hero rolls her eyes. She had gotten used to the inappropriate jokes that Right Hand made of her and her husband, she chose to ignore it. It was only a marriage of inconvenience.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.

"Yeah, yeah." Hero rolls her eyes, she frowns as she stares at herself in the mirror. When she was at the industry, they were never really allowed to have nice things.

It was part of being a...hero.

"Alright, what's taking to long?" Supervillain's voice is heard as the door opens. "We have to fucking leave in-"

Hero pauses.

She slowly looks up to see Supervillain behind her through the mirror, he had froze and was now staring at her with unblinking eyes.

Right Hand smirks. She turns to her boss. "Hey, boss. What do you think?" She asks slyly.

Supervillain slowly enters, swallowing hard as he stared at Hero.

Hero breathes out, slowly turning around. "So..." she starts hesitatinly. "What do you think?" She smiles.

Supervillain only stares silent, swallowing hard. He comes back to his senses when he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah. You look, you look great."

Right Hand facepalms, shaking her head. "Why do I even try?" She mutters.

"Oh, okay." Hero nods, feeling a little disappointed.

Supervillain nods. "Let-Let's get going," he nods.

Right Hand nods.

Hero sighs.

..........

Supervillain and Hero sat in their limo.

Right Hand and Henchmen were in the other limo with all their 'bodyguards,' though Supervillain insisted they were only there for security or something.

Hero couldn't stop bouncing her leg nervously, fiddling with her hands on her lap, worry in her beautiful eyes. She stared out the window with a prominent frown. The gold clutch around her wrist was pretty, it was a birthday present from Supervillain last year.

Wow, year. What a strange world. She's seeing her old colleagues and old 'friends' after such a long time.

She may have been an Hero, but she knew that they always looked down on her. They thought that she might as well clean up all the villains while they took the credit. Looking back, she remembers all the emotional manipulation they used, all the times where they made her seem weak. She was, in a way, glad she was free of them.

Supervillain glanced at her, he looked so calm and collected. How did he do it? Look so calm, but also slightly scary.

He was.

She knew the truth. He was a terrifying person, a downright wicked man with cruel intentions. He could kill a person and not bat an eye. He would torture a person, mentally manipulate them. He would use them for his own gain, but he had honor. He might have been a villain but he has morals.

The limousine stops.

Hero's heart drops.

Supervillain looks at her. "Calm down." His voice was oddly comforting. "Stay with me and if anyone disrespects you," He smirks. "Don't let them walk over you."

Hero stares at him, a small smile growing on her face. She nods.

....

Hero kept her head up but her eyes down, her hand was around Supervillain's arm. Her dress swished behind her, her aura showing her power.

She looked bewitching.

"Head up, eyes up, darling." Supervillain whispers into her ear, looking around with a small smirk.

Hero looks at him, she swallows hard and looks up. Her eyes trailed across the room, seeing as all the attention was mostly on them. She could see her old colleagues, most of them pointing at her and whispering to each other.

Hero kept her face normal, cold but also bored. Her icy stare brought down everyone, she looks around. Her heart drop as she spots Sidekick, and Vigilante...staring at her, talking quietly.

She quickly looks away, her grip on Supervillain's arm tightening. She swallows the fear, betrayal and rage down.

I can't believe we're finally alone

I can't believe I almost went home

What are the chances?

Everyone's dancing

And he's not with you

Supervillain glances at her. "You okay? You seem...tense." He looks around, spotting a few old and new heroes staring at them. He could also see a few newbie villains. He looks at her. "Ignore them. They're all the scum of the earth."

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do?

Not grab your wrist?

She laughs, shaking her head as she smiles. "That's funny, was I the scum of the earth too?" She raised an eyebrow, ignoring the heated stares of her old team and Superhero.

Supervillain smirks.

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

I could be a better boyfriend

He leans in, causing her breath to hitch. "Quite the opposite my dear wife." He pulls away, staring at her. She stares at him, noting how he looked quite good in the tuxedo he wore.

I don't need to tell you twice

All the ways he can't suffice

If I could give you some advice

I would leave with me tonight

"They're staring," Hero swallows hard. She keeps her eyes on her husband.

Supervillain tilts his head. "They always stare. They're always gonna stare. You know why? Because you look absolutely dazzling." He smiles, his eyes trailing up and down her body, smiling at the dress. He looks back up at her face.

Hero frowns in slight confusion.

Supervillain chuckles. "Darling, your the life of the party. The most gorgeous, if I do say so myself." He hums. "Your a Hero, a old legendary hero that has made her legendary comeback as a villain, no less mine, Supervillain's wife."

Hero breathes out.

"And of course, an amazing hero who actually has done stuff for the city and earth." Supervillain adds.

Hero looks at him.

The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm

Ladies first, baby, I insist

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Supervillain smirks.

Hero looks away, her gaze met Sidekick's who was staring at her. She quickly turns away, clenching her hands together.

Supervillain grabs her hands and uncurls her fingers to reveal almost bloody half moon crescents. He frowns. "I told you to stop doing that," he scolds, padding his thumb over her bruises.

Hero winced. "Sorry, out of habit." She sighs, glancing towards someone. "I wanna break Vigilante's face, she looks so smug."

Supervillain smirks. "Then why don't we give them a good scare?

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

Hero blinks.

Supervillain wraps his arm around her, causing her face to turn red, but he ignores it and pulls her along with him towards Vigilante and Sidekick.

Hero takes deep breathes as they get closer, trying to reign herself in. It's been a long time since she's seen Sidekick. The last time she saw him, was atleast a day before the wedding. And at the reception, after the wedding, he hadn't spoken a word to her. He hadn't even glanced at her, busy talking with Mentor and Superhero.

Now she knew why. He had asked a for a promotion, or a possiblely better partner. And he got one.

Vigilante wore a beautiful silver sequin dress, absolutely gorgeous looking that trailed behind her. The neckline was low and showed her cleavage, her shoes were silver heels. Her hair was in a elegant updo, and she looked beautiful.

Sidekick turns to them, clearing his throat as they arrived. Vigilante turned towards them, her eyes flashing with fear as she glanced at the king of the criminal world.

Supervillain smirks. "Ahh, you must me Sidekick. I've heard quite a bit from you from My Hero."

Hero blinks, still in his arms. My Hero?

Sidekick clears his throat, he glances at Hero. The dress really did look good in her, really good. "I, uh, thank you." He smiles nervously.

Supervillain chuckles. "I like you. That certainly wasn't a compliment but you took it as one." He smirks, his hand rubbing Hero's hip.

Hero swallows hard, her cheeks turn red as she eyed Supervillain. What was he doing?

Sidekick looks at Vigilante who looks away, sipping on her cocktail. "Well, I-" He pauses, looking at Hero. "It has been a long time, Hero. It's very nice to meet you again." A small smile grows on his face.

Hero stares at him, glancing at Vigilante who was looking her up and down enviously. Did Sidekick really wanna do this now? He had left her. He had abandoned her. He had done nothing to help her. Sure, she was in a better place now but she would never forget the betrayal.

Hero swallows hard. "It is, isn't it?" She gave him a fake smile.

Sidekick clears his throat. "Um, you look nice. You look more mature. I like your dress...it's very..." He paused, eyeing her up and down warily, looking almost surprised she would wear a dress like that. ".... pretty."

Supervillain snorts quietly.

"Thank you," Hero nods. "Vigilante, your dress is also nice."

Vigilante gave her a fake smile. "Thanks. Yours too. I absolutely love the color and theme."

Hero strains a fake smile on her face, her grip on Supervillain tightened. He glanced at her but said nothing.

All Hero wanted to do was leave here, she never wanted to come back ever again. She could feel the tension, the resentment, the hate they all had for her and all the villainous people.

It wasn't fair.

Not when they had sold her to the villains. Not when they had forced her to marry Supervillain. They had given her away.

Why should they believe they were the victims, when they clearly weren't.

Superviillain hums. "Well, this is nice. Old friends getting together," He pauses, raising an eyebrow. "You are friends, after all? Right?"

Sidekick clears his throat. "Of course,"

Vigilante slowly nods. "Yes." She stares at him fearfully.

Hero hesitates.

Sidekick notices, a trickle of guilt is shown in his eyes as he stared at her.

But Hero doesn't notice, no, she does notice. She's set on ignoring him and ignoring everyone tonight. She looks at her husband. "Can we get something to eat now, I'm hungry." She gave him a small smile.

Supervillain smirked. "Of course," he purred, leading her away.

Sidekick frowns as he looked in between them, watching them away.

Vigilante bites her lip. "They look close, don't they?" She questions, tilting her head.

Sidekick scowls. "Yeah, they do...." He eyes the way Supervillain had his arm wrapped around Hero and the way she was leaning into him.

.....

Sorry of the very late update!

#hero x supervillain #heroxvillianprompt #flirty villain x flustered hero #villain x hero #villian x hero #heroxvillain snippet #supervillain x hero #supervillianxhero #supervillianxheroprompt #super villians

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Jealous of Them

Pairing: Yandere-ish! Jay × player! afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Yandere

themes (I actually pretty much went full-out again); kinda player! reader; smut; fingering and cunnilingus

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event

Mellow speaks: The nonnie who had requested this was so adorable huhu. I really loved reading your ask bb, and thank you so much for the adorably kind words! Hope you like this!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @yunhorights @axartia @yeonyeonyeonjun @yjs6x

Hey darling,

Surprised to find this letter stacked away in your book? I'm sorry for that, but I'd rather you get to it, because starting today, you're going to be finding letters left, right and ahead. Okay, I do realize that it might sound creepy, but I promise you have nothing to be scared of. I just want to get you know, that's all.

You must be wondering who I am, but don't you worry, because you'll come to know just who your secret admirer is, soon enough. Ah, that's right, you think of me as your secret admirer for now, the one who's been watching you as you walk down the halls with that adorable smile on your face, as you chew on the back of your pencil when you're deep in thought. You look so cute doing that, I can't help but feel my heart swell just a little.

And I'm also the one who has been watching you steal hearts and crush them to dust, making out with a new guy against your locker every other day, letting them feel up your thighs and feeding the rumors that go around about you. It's hot, to say the least, but at the same time, I can feel my blood boil and my jaw clench whenever I see you in their arms. In that moment, I can't help but be jealous of them, of the fact that they get to be the ones to touch you, to sleep with you.

How can I not, when I know for a fact that I can treat you better than they will ever be able to? When I know my touch can make you see worlds you've never seen before. I so desperately want to be the one who makes you moan his name, and the one who kisses your tears away as you cry, begging to be treated in the way you deserve, like a queen. I want to show you my love, and I want to wipe your mind clear of everything. Everything except my face, my name, and how good it feels to have my dick buried inside you.

I want to see your pussy. I want to touch it, to taste it, and to feel your walls clench around me. I want to make love to you, and I want to fuck you senseless. I want to mark you as mine, and I want the world to know just that. I want to make you fall in love with me, and I want to make you lose your senses when I touch you. There's so much that I want to do with you and to you, but the key to getting to do that is patience, for now anyway. I need you to see for yourself how well I can treat you, though I can see that very patience wearing thin every time I am forced to witness you take another guy home, because I know I'm the one for you.

I try to keep it in, but that's getting harder the longer I'm waiting for you to see me. So maybe, just maybe, I'm going to have things into my own hands.

And that's something you may or may not want to see me do.

The one for you,

Jay

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Okay, I thought Le Salut emotionally devastated me? Wrong. Weak sauce. I think I inadvertently went in order from happiest to most depressing salvation ending oops…💀

Big fat spoilers for everyone’s salvation ends under the cut!! I’ll add the order I did them in first in case somehow someone finds this and is curious but hasn’t done them all yet

Just wanna say though, thank you Virche Evermore for gifting us with not one, not two, but FIVE(!) long-haired boys, god damn! I would like to shake Yomi’s hand because the art and character designs are so *chef’s kiss,* long-haired anime boys are superior 😂

Also random aside, the first few notes of the salvation theme before the piano comes in gives me such……… indescribable feelings? That underlying dissonance fills me with like such a desperate but forlorn desire to go back to simpler, happier times before the melody becomes more hopeful 😂 (this might be a weird pull, but it gives me Giygas theme prayer for safety vibes from Earthbound 👀)

Adolphe -> Mathis -> Scien -> Yves -> Lucas (yes I saved him for last because I am a Lucas simp I admit it. I saw some comments say it was uhhh not the happiest ending LOL but the heart wants what the heart wants 💀) Boy this is gonna be a LONG post

Adolphe

Love things being solved with guns lmfaooo, guess we’ll go by each scene that the game goes through. Also since I forgot to mention this in my Le Salut rant, I LOVE all of Ankou’s CGs, he is so pretty! The very first one you get stopping Ceres from killing herself? Impeccable. When Adolphe’s pointing a sword at him while his hair’s blowing in the wind? Show-stopping. Him eating the lycoris? Peak *I saw a man so beautiful I started crying* 😩

LUCAS AND NADIA ARE ALIVE! NADIA IS RECOVERING!! LUCAS IS GOING TO THERAPY!!! As mad as I am that ankou died, this is the best timeline oh my gosh the way I (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) when I heard Nadia, the relief I felt for these two blonde bitches y’all…

LMAO JEAN. Oh my evil hot butler being forced to take care of a baby as his punishment is so *chef’s kiss,* scien has wonderful ideas, I desperately want fan art of this 😂 ah… they did say Rosalie was pregnant though when she was killed, didn’t they… oh now it hurts a little more… I hope he, Mathis, and the kid become a loving family 😔

What the FUCK Yves eating the lycoris bulbs coming in clutch though??? And Hugo still being an A+ Yvesexual I approve 😌

Scien is the BIGGEST mvp though in practically every route my god

This was such like a nice, tight little bow to put at the end of what I guess is the true route? But I love it because all our boys are happy (Ripperoni ankou 🫡)

Mathis

Sweet baby boy, too good for this world… Dahut why tf are you blowing shit up in his route this don’t involve you go away 😂 (still love him though…)

Oh… OH. Mathis was ACTUALLY baby…?? o_o (kinda 😬 how Jean got the cells but uh, let’s ignore that shall we?) Rosalie, Camille, Mathis happy family AU when??? Aaaw Jean did care about Mathis deep down TT_TT (like waaaay deep down), and thank you Scien again as always.

Lmao Ankou’s just casually showing up like, “here take these sweets, it’s made of my blood! Haha no of course I’m joking it’s just normal candy” 👀 Not much else to say about this end, it was cute! I’m glad at least one character got a real happy ending 😌

Scien

Bruh I forgot how disrespectful Scien is to everybody lmaooo, guess we back to sandwich dispenser… I’m glad Dahut’s our friend in this route though!

SALOME WHAT THE FUCK! Oh bruh hell nah, she did not just do that I stg… oh bitch she really killed Dahut huh. YOU JUST KILLED YOUR SON!! GIRL, THIS MAKES ME MAD AF 💀 (this also made me realize they share the same bang style 😭)

Not much else to say about this one either, I’m glad it’s happy (other than Dahut… and they’re never gonna find out about that, huh… ಠ_ಠ), and looks like the kiss CG’s improved! 😂

Yves

Bruh Yves needs therapy so bad, he’s such a good boy though 😂 Ngl his full name is kinda sick, Yves Noirge, guardian of the Lycoris, named after the flowers of misfortune? That goes hard af

Please… please give her the Magic science juice first so you don’t die before you get to her… no? Aight then I guess the power of love stopped you from dropping dead LOL (this kiss CG was also pretty nice! Hooray the artist has improved 😂)

Cannot believe they put in the effort to change Scien’s sprite so he’s missing an arm though lmao, and Ankou just kinda showing up to solve problems is always great

Y’all Yves and Ceres are so mentally I’ll for each other… and two kiss CGs!! They really saved the nice ones for the end huh 😂 Good for Yves! It’s not a super happy ending, but at the very least things are hopeful, and that’s all I can really ask for in this game…

Lucas

I am. Upset. I miss when all we had to worry about was the cage 😂

*internal screaming* Boy oh boy this one absolutely wrecked my shit. When I looked at the flow chart and realized it would split off AFTER Nadia and the killing spree… 😬 like bitch I don’t wanna go through this again 💀 okay okay though, this one’s definitely gonna be long (sorry in advance), I guess I’ll just tackle the scenes chronologically:

Seeing Dahut hiding from Lucas really just made me shout “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!” at my TV now knowing what we know lmao, but also… why was he unsure about Capucine’s involvement…? Like he knew Capucine was Ortie and he must’ve known that Capucine was running the hospital Nadia was in… also knew he was abusing Lucas and doing fucked up human experimentation, Dahut so why are you surprised??? I would’ve pulled Nadia out if there the second I became friends with her, a huge chunk of this is your fault 😭

But bruh… this is not a salvation end… it’s a despair end with more CGs and trying-to-talk-with-a-slit-throat-while-coughing-up-blood ASMR wtf 💀

(Poor Lucas saying “I can’t do this anymore” was so relatable lmao sweetie the game is doing you so dirty I am so sorry, like oh my god make the pain stop… what do you mean it’s only gonna get worse?!)

I am glad though that even though we stabbed our boy in the throat we are still going after Capucine’s ass together! Seeing him scared was so satisfying aah, GET FUCKED CAPUCINE HELL YEAH YOU BETTER BE AFRAID BITCH!! Even with 0 pints of blood, Lucas is still kicking down doors and kicking ass, what a king 👑 the man must be leaking everywhere (like sir we cut an artery, there must be a fountain coming out of you), love the “man too angry to die” vibes 😌

Bruh the siblings face to face is so fucked. Was not expecting Dahut to have already been there and playing dead though! Even though you’re kinda the reason Lucas and Nadia’s lives got so fucked, I’m glad you helped in the end 😌 get fucked (again) Capucine!! I’m very glad Nadia was the one to claw the shit out of that garbage man 🔥💯

Aha, the touching sibling reunion is SO super duper fucked 😭 they did not have to describe how Nadia can feel the other body parts and how much it hurts… like Jesus fucking Christ honey I am so sorry you’re in this game, this is too much suffering for such a sweet character 😩

God I am so absolutely devastated, his dying CG was pretty at least… ಥ_ಥ this ain’t fair though y’all… what is this injustice for Lucas?? Like this is some Shakespearean tragedy bullshit… Whoever decided his gravestone CG needed THREE variations is sadistic lmao 😭

My crops are dying, my skin is dry, everything is pain… I guess all we can really do is take some solace in the fact that he gets a happy ending with Nadia in Le Salut…

I don’t think the salvation theme music ever even played???? I also realized this motherfucker’s been wearing high heels the whole time while on his murderous rampage??? WORK BITCH damn 💅

Phew this rant for just Lucas probably could’ve been its own post honestly lmao but oh well, the man changed my brain chemistry… guess it’s time to pray for the FD to be localized. Please our lord and savior Scien, let it be soon, Lucas deserves so much better than what he got 😭

Well guess that’s it for my rambling posts about virche evermore!! This game was a wild ride from start to finish and I loved it, time to make shitty memes to cure my brain rot (sorry if this post was incomprehensible LOL)

#blupengu yells about virche evermore #virche spoilers #virche evermore spoilers #an extra spoiler tag because salvation ends phew #my post

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