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Blackpink In Your Area (part three)

pairing: Kim Jisoo x M!Reader/M!OC, Rose x M!Reader/M!OC rating: Explicit wordcount: 4.6k notes: part three of the bpiya series. Rose/Chaeyoung/Rosie are all used interchangeably. this has been in the drafts forever so glad it actually got done lol. tags: doggy style, blackmail, oral sex

To say that things had changed after your rendezvous backstage would be an understatement.

You were still the luckiest person in the world, able to call Jennie Kim your girlfriend, but now the number of Kims you were involved with had doubled.

At first, you had assumed it would simply be a one-off. That from Jennie to Jisoo to yourself, you had all gotten carried away in the heat of the moment and let your primal urges get the best of you. On top of that, you didn't think it was something Jennie would want to do again, though the whole experience had shown you a new side of her that you weren't utterly opposed to.

Therefore, one could imagine your surprise when you returned home one evening to find Jennie and Jisoo waiting at your apartment for you.

As it would turn out, Jisoo was too shy to reach out to you on her own, or at least with you present, but she had been hoping that you could have another experience together. And contrary to your previous belief, Jennie approved of it. Encouraged it even, much to your surprise. Though when those two women were looking back at you, proposing a dynamic between the three of you, it was damn near impossible to find a complaint.

From that point on, it was like a new beginning for the three of you, but little did you know, your journey wasn't at its fairy tale ending just yet.

A loud, guttural moan echoed in the residence of South Korean superstars Blackpink. The source of the sound was none other than the visual of the group Kim Jisoo.

During your first encounter backstage, she had been trying her best to muffle her sounds and minimize the risk of discovery. It didn't take long for you to realize that when that risk was removed Jisoo was quite the vocal lover. And in a completely different manner than her bandmate.

Jennie was vulgar, expletive, and above all else a master at the art of talking dirty. Jisoo on the other hand was loud in the sense that you would know when she was enjoying herself. Moans, whimpers, gasps, pleas for more; what she lacked in vulgar vocabulary she more than made up for in all the sounds she made.

As evidenced now as she cried out when you began to fuck her with a more rapid pace.

She had started on her hands and knees but as the session progressed her posture steadily changed to the point where her head was now buried against the mattress; her ass poised in the air and ripe for the taking. It was the perfect position for you to pound into her, your cock spreading her open each time you re-entered her.

Normally Jennie would be here with you but seeing as she had a scheduled photoshoot to attend and no one else was around you had decided to entertain yourselves. It had taken some trust building to get to this point, where you could be on your own or Jennie could be with her, and you didn't have to worry about anyone getting jealous. But now that you had there was no turning back.

"You're so fucking tight" you grunted, sweat glistening off of both of your bodies, proof to how long you had been at it. "Are you close? Are you going to cum on my cock, Jisoo?"

Needless to say, Jennie's vulgar habits had been rubbing off on you in recent weeks.

She opened her mouth to respond but words failed her. In the end it didn't matter as her body spoke for her. You felt the familiar sensation of her walls tightening around your length, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. It was both a feeling and sight you didn't think you'd ever get tired of.

It didn't take much longer after that for you to reach your own peak; hips rocking against hers and fingers digging into her waist. Obscenities left you as you leaned into her, emptying yourself into her womb. It may not have come with the filthy encouragement of your girlfriend, but it was no less satisfying.

You had found that one of the handful of differences between Jennie and Jisoo was in the aftermath of sex. Jennie preferred to bask in the afterglow, more often than not leading to a second or even third round of action. Jisoo on the other hand was much more subdued. She preferred to unwind and partake in aftercare. Not surprising considering how rough she liked things to be during sex.

"You know when Jennie finds out about this, she's going to demand we treat her" you commented as a slipped out of Jisoo, pressing a kiss to her back before falling onto the bed beside her.

"Is that a bad thing?" she questioned, brow raised as she lowered herself onto the bed, turning her head to look over at you with the hint of a grin on her features.

“Not exactly.” you couldn't help but chuckle because she was right. If anything, it just meant the night would be a busy one.

Before you could continue the conversation any further, the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed throughout the house.

"Speak of the devil,” you remarked.

"She's finished early," Jisoo noted, slightly confused.

"Maybe her sixth sense was tingling," you joked.

While there was a grin on your face at the prospect of Jennie being home, Jisoo didn't share your same amusement. Instead her head rose slightly as curiosity and concern marred her features. It turned out that her instincts were right as a voice soon rang out.

"Unnie? Are you home?"

"Shi — "

The immediate reaction was nearly comical. You jumped out of bed, searching for your clothes as Jisoo scrambled as well. Though you hadn't had many interactions with Chaeyoung, better known as Rose, due to trying to keep things a secret, you had heard her voice enough times to recognize it as hers.

In the end, you only managed to gather your clothes in your arms before Jisoo shoved you into the closet. She herself had only managed to slip on a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt. To any trained eye, the post-sex hair and aroma would be apparent, but there was no time to consider that as there was a knock on the door.

"Unnie?"

The question came before the door was opened, and a blonde head poked its way into her room. "Oh! I wasn't sure if you were home or not."

"Ah, y-yes. Yes, I'm here. I had an empty schedule today," Jisoo replied nervously, brushing sweat-ridden bangs from her forehead. "I, uh, I actually just got back from the gym."

Internally, you groaned. She didn't remain quite as composed as her counterpart would in this situation. You just hoped she'd be able to get rid of Rose soon, lest you be stuck in here all day. It was a hope that was slightly dashed as she opened the door further and allowed herself into the room. Before you could come up with any further complaints, however, your thoughts were quickly silenced by Rose coming into picture. You found yourself leaning forward to get a better view through the slants in the closet door.

She wore a black crop top complemented by form-fitting track pants. When she laid herself on the bed, you weren’t concerned with whether she would get a scent of sex that had recently stained the sheets but instead thinking how perfect her ass looked as it was unknowingly pointed in your direction.

You became less interested in the idle conversation that she and Jisoo began to have and more lost in the fantasies that began to plague your mind. The things you would do to her if given the opportunity. How she'd scream your name as you drove her to orgasm. It was clear to you then that your greed knew no bounds. But despite your cock reacting to the thoughts running through your head, you knew they were just that, thoughts that would never come to fruition.

Fortunately, you had enough self-restraint not to begin jerking off right there in the closet, and after what seemed like a lifetime, Jisoo finally managed to get her to leave with the excuse that she needed to use the shower having been to the gym.

The door closed as she saw Rose off, and there was a pause before you heard footsteps walking towards the closet. Jisoo opened the closet and immediately looked at you with a bewildered expression.

"You're still naked?!"

"...Yes?" you answered sheepishly.

"Get dressed please! This might be your only chance to leave without running into her," Jisoo exclaimed.

Deciding this wasn't the time for jokes, you obeyed her request. Had you been with Jennie, the situation might have been different; you could imagine her coming up with some kind of plot. But Jisoo wasn't so bold. Not yet, at least.

"I'm going to go take a shower, so she doesn't get suspicious. Let yourself out quietly."

You nodded affirmatively, but not before sneaking a kiss that drew a slight smile from the Blackpink visual. With no further instruction, she pushed you on your way, heading down the opposite end of the hallway towards the bathroom. Now that you were seemingly out of the woods, you could reflect on the situation with a bit of amusement. It seemed with each meeting, Jisoo was getting more and more comfortable with her sexuality and your relationship. On top of that, you had gotten a peek at some eye candy when Chaeyoung came to visit her.

You were grateful that she hadn't caught you in the act, but there was no denying that the idea of going to town on that petite body was a tantalizing one. Unfortunately for you, you'd have to content yourself with your fantasies for now.

You slipped out of the house without further incident, unaware of the watchful gaze of a certain petite blonde.

Due to their busy schedules, it was a while before you were able to catch up with Jennie or Jisoo in person again. And while sexting and Facetimes were great, they could never compete with the physical thing.

So, when you finally did get an invitation from Jennie to come over, needless to say, you dropped everything to make yourself available for her. Maybe if you were lucky, you'd even be rewarded after a long wait with a threesome.

"Jennie? Jisoo?" you called out when you arrived at the house. In her message, she was clear that no one else would be around, so you didn't feel shy about making yourself known, especially if Lisa and Rose weren't around.

Instead of a response, though, you got silence. Was she waiting in the bedroom for you? Maybe with a special surprise.

"They're not here."

To say the voice that came from behind you made you jump out of your skin would be an understatement. You nearly jumped through the damn roof! You turned around, heart beating a million miles an hour, to see one of the two people you had been told wouldn't be there. Uh-oh.

Chaeyoung, or Rose or Rosie, depending on who you were, was standing on the other side of the living room, looking decidedly unsurprised and nonplussed about a strange man being in her home. In fact, if anything, she looked like she had been expecting you.

"Uh, hi. I can explain. I don't think we've met — "

"I know who you are," Rosie cut you off.

Oh, no.

With Jennie, you could often read her as being in control or mischievous. Jisoo was often meek and eager. But looking at Rosie, you didn't know what to think. Was she angry and about to out your whole relationship to the public? No, surely, she'd never do that to her bandmates. Maybe she was just going to ban you from ever seeing them again. Whatever the case, she seemed content to let you squirm, her arms crossed over her small chest.

"And I know what you've been doing. Did you really think Jisoo would be able to keep a secret like that?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. You guessed it had been rather naïve to think that one of you wouldn't eventually slip up, and that Jisoo was the weakest link. Then again, you weren't exactly innocent with your impromptu encounters while other members were still in the house. You justified it by saying the risk made it that much more exciting, but this was the downside: when you got caught.

"If it makes you feel better, she didn't crack right away when I asked her if you two were fucking. But she has these certain tells when she's lying — they give her away every time" Rose explained. "She told me about you and Jennie which — wow I didn't even know that part."

As she continued to talk, your immediate fear began to subside. It didn't seem like Rosie was here to expose you. In fact, the more she talked the less angry she seemed and more like she was criticizing your tactics. Which still left you questioning what exactly her goal was.

Now that your mind wasn't racing, it also gave you a chance to look the idol over. She was wearing another one of her sports bras, and you could already feel a tingling in your loins just at the sight of it. This time instead of wearing track pants, she was wearing running shorts. The kind that came up right to her ass, in fact, you were pretty sure if she turned around you'd see some cheek. It was a lazy, around-the-house type of outfit and yet it showed off her body and slim waist perfectly.

Christ, every girl in this group was a killer.

Honestly, it made you wonder if the reason Jennie was often so willing to share was because she recognized how hot her own roommates were. When you had that first run-in with Jisoo, she had alluded to a past with her that piqued your interest.

You couldn't help but wonder if she had a similar history with Rose, but from the way she was rambling on, it didn't seem like it.

"Take off your pants."

"Uh, excuse me?"

Her sudden demand was enough to break you from your thoughts and look at her in utter confusion. Rosie, however, didn't share your confusion and was looking at you with an expectant gaze, one hand on her hip.

"Were you listening to anything I said? Take off your pants."

You were a little afraid to admit that you hadn't, in fact, been listening to anything she had said and were instead admiring her body the whole time. Rosie seemed like she wanted to be in control, and if you didn't listen, you couldn't help but feel like some sort of punishment was coming. "Alright, alright."

You followed her orders, taking off your pants as she instructed. It was somewhat surreal. Between Jisoo and even Jennie, who could be quite demanding when she got in the mood, you had never been ordered around in this way. And the fact that it was Rosie who was the one doing it was even more surreal. You never would have guessed. Maybe that was why you found yourself getting aroused despite her harsh words.

"Those too," Rosie gestured dismissively at the striped boxers you stood in.

You would have questioned if she was serious, but the expectant look on her face was all the answer you needed to make short work of your last piece of clothing. You couldn't remember the last time you were self-conscious while nude, and yet you were anxiously awaiting Rose's judgment as you stood before her.

"She wasn't lying..." Rose muttered under her breath.

Her voice had lost the commanding edge it had up to this point, almost sounding somewhat shocked.

"What was that?" you asked.

"W-what?" Rose blinked as if shaken from a trance. "N-nothing! Shut up! Or else!"

"Alright, alright, sorry! I was just asking."

You shifted your stance slightly, trying to get comfortable. It was a new sensation. Standing there, now fully nude, and under Rosie's scrutinizing gaze. It didn't help that she seemed particularly transfixed on your cock as she contemplated her words. Part of you was wondering if she had thought this all the way through. She certainly didn't take charge the way Jennie did, but in fear of her lashing out again, you kept any further questions to yourself.

"Here's what's going to happen," Rose started. Her voice still lacked a certain confidence, but you were curious where she was going with this. "You're going to get on your knees. If you can satisfy me, then I'll keep the secret you have with Jennie and Jisoo."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll tell everyone."

You swallowed hard at that threat. A part of you wanted to call her on her bluff. You still doubted she'd publicly tarnish her friend's careers. But there were other steps she could take just short of that. Still, there was another motivating factor that was stronger than Chaeyoung's threat: you wanted to succeed. You wanted to feel Chaeyoung’s thighs clenching around your head as she came. Most importantly, you wanted to show her that she didn’t have to be jealous of Jennie and Jisoo.

"Well, when you say it like that, it doesn't sound like I have much of a choice..." you said.

"You don't," she emphasized.

From the curt way she snapped a response, you could tell that Rose was regaining her previous composure and feeling more confident about her position. Good. That worked perfectly for your plan and would make her eventual downfall even sweeter. For now, you'd continue to play the role she expected of you.

"A-alright. Just, you promise not to tell anyone about any of this?" you questioned one last time.

"Really?" Chaeyoung blinked at first, as if not expecting you to submit. She quickly recovered. "I mean, that depends on how well you perform."

"Okay..." You continued to play the role of someone who was defeated despite internally brimming with confidence. "So, where do you want to do this?"

"The living room."

"Out in the open?" Your voice held a surprised tone.

"Yes, out in the open. Right where one of your girlfriends might catch you," Rosie replied.

You didn't know for sure, but you could have sworn there was a hint of jealousy in her voice when she said that.

"Alright," you conceded, not putting up a fight again. "If that's what you want. Though you'll have to get out of those."

You gestured to the clothes she was still wearing. She still had on her sports bra and running shorts. And while you could still work with the sports bra, you'd have to get rid of those shorts to do what she wanted you to do. Pointing it out also made you acutely aware of your own nudity which you now realized must have been purely for her own curiosity or some kind of domination play by her.

Chaeyoung gave you an annoyed look, displeased that you had pointed out something she had forgotten. This time, though, she didn't chastise you, instead merely hooking her fingers into the waistband of the shorts and pulling them down her long legs. The reveal showed that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. You smirked, wondering just how long she had planned for this moment to happen.

"What's that look for?" Chaeyoung snapped.

"Oh, nothing."

"You probably think this will be easy because you already seduced Jisoo and Jennie, don't you?" she taunted.

"Well, I haven’t heard any complaints so far. I think I’m more than capable," you admitted.

Your smug response seemed to work as intended. Chaeyoung’s pretty face scrunched up in irritation. Without further comment, Chaeyoung moved to the sofa, seating herself in it and reclining back. As she did so, she spread her legs, exposing her pussy to your sight for the first time. Your heart skipped a beat, cock instinctively stirring to life in response. The singer didn't have to tell you to get on your knees as you did so of your own volition, if only to get closer to paradise.

"You're already wet for me," you noted, almost in a trance.

"S-shut up!" Chaeyoung snapped again, a hint of embarrassment in her tone as her cheeks turned crimson. Still, she didn't deny it. Instead, she tried to regain her position of power in the situation, "I suggest you get to work if you want to finish before the others get back."

You briefly wondered if she had considered the outcome where you wanted Jennie and Jisoo to discover you. While she might be initially annoyed at Chaeyoung's antics of going behind her back, you could see Jennie ultimately finding joy in this new discovery. She might even take it upon herself to initiate her bandmate into your little relationship. Jisoo might be the only one who wouldn't want this to be discovered. Or at least, not her part in being the one to spill the beans to Rosie in the first place. That would undoubtedly earn her another punishment from Jennie.

Stowing that thought aside for the moment, you returned to the task at hand. You would have Chaeyoung spraying on your tongue, and then there would be a world of potential.

You leaned closer to her sex, swallowing a comment asking if she had shaved just for you. That was likely to rile her up even more than she already was. Instead, you ran your tongue along her outer folds. Her scent was strong, the taste of her juices already beginning to fill your senses. A moan left the blonde, one hand moving to press against the back of your head.

You continued to tease her, tongue tracing around her inner walls, occasionally prodding deeper inside of her. She let out a sharp gasp each time, her body arching. Her hips rolled towards you, seeking out more.

"S-stop teasing..." she groaned.

You grinned, "I'm just doing what you asked."

"D-Don't be a smartass!" Rosie snapped.

She pushed your head back into her crotch, and you returned to the task with an air of smugness. It was really too easy to rile her up. You sucked at her clit, intent on giving Chaeyoung your full attention now. If she wanted you to stop teasing, then you'd give her the best orgasm she'd ever experienced.

You felt her nails digging into your scalp, a moan leaving her. The hand pressing against your head pushed and pulled, her hips rocking in sync with the actions. She was moaning openly now, no attempt at hiding what was occurring. Given she was the one who wanted this to be in the living room, you shouldn't have been too surprised. Though you did wonder if Chaeyoung had an exhibitionist streak to her.

As you continued to eat her out, her hand moved under her top, squeezing her breast. "That's right. T-this is all you're good for. You're just h-here for us to use -- fuck -- use you as we want, you understand?"

"Mmhm," you moaned against her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp.

She didn't quite have the same amount of conviction that Jennie had when it came to such derogatory bedroom talk, but there was potential there. Besides, you were already horny enough to humor her without calling out the stutters she made.

You were starting to realize that there was a bit of an underlying fantasy at play here. Chaeyoung was enjoying the domination aspect of this, but there was another part that was playing in her mind. One you would have no qualms playing along with. Usually so sweet and friendly, she was finally getting to live out her sexual fantasies as her fingers gripped your head tightly.

"I-I guess I see why Jennie likes you so much now," Chaeyoung moaned. "With that kind of tongue... And Jisoo too. I bet y-you're just their obedient pet."

If only she knew the truth, you thought.

You didn't respond verbally but instead redoubled your efforts, your tongue working at her clit with a new vigor. Your fingers joined in the orchestra, slipping two digits inside of her to further push her towards that precipice. You could hear her breathing becoming shallower, the telltale signs that she was getting closer. Rosie seemed to realize it as well as you felt her fingers claw against your skull, almost trying to push your mouth off of her sex.

"N-no, wait, it's too soon," she moaned, despite her hips bucking into your mouth.

But it was too late. You had the advantage and you weren't going to let it go. Not until every muscle in her tight, lithe body went limp from a mind-numbing orgasm.

"Fuck," Chaeyoung stuttered, "fuck you. Cheating...bastard..."

You had never heard the singer be quite that vulgar before and took it as a small victory. You were just giving her what she wanted. It just so happened it had been more than what she could take and as her body shuddered she knew she was losing control of the situation.

As far as you were concerned, you had played this fair and square.

"Oh god!" she gasped, thighs locking around your head as her hips bucked, riding your face.

Her juices flooded your mouth as she rode out the wave of pleasure brought on by her orgasm. Her body quaked on the sofa, her nails digging into your skull as she held your hair tighter than before. Had you not been lapping at her juices, you might've savored the sight. You stayed locked in that position for several moments, letting her ride out the aftershocks. It was only when you felt her body go limp that you finally pulled your head back.

The look on your face was nothing short of shit-eating smugness. Who could blame you? The arrogant woman who had threatened to expose your relationship to the world sat utterly spent and dazed. Her thighs glistened with her release, her hand still shoved under her top lazily. Her head reclined against the cushions, a glazed over haze in her eyes as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

Looking at her like this, you couldn't help but feel proud and accomplished. Especially considering how haughty Rosie had been trying to act leading up to this.

"You know, if you needed an orgasm so bad, all you had to do was ask," you teased. "I'm sure Jennie would be willing to share."

Chaeyoung only nodded dumbly, unable to maintain her bristling act that she had before nor comment in agreement. Your cock was aching between your legs, and the idea of splitting her in two until she screamed your name was enticing. However, that would have to wait.

"You should probably get dressed before they come back. Unless you want them to find out," you teased her before moving to gather your own clothing, your mission seemingly accomplished.

What followed next played out almost as you imagined. Naturally, you didn't keep the rendezvous a secret, informing Jennie of what had taken place during a long bath. After a punishment which involved a few ropes and a vibrator, she gave her consent to have Chaeyoung join your relationship. Jisoo, notably, remained silent during the whole ordeal. You'd make sure to tease her later and get something out of it, knowing that she was the one who had spilled the beans.

For now, though, life was good.

"You know," you said, as you lay in bed, your head resting on Jennie's lap as Jisoo and Rosie slept soundly on either side of you, "It might get a little awkward the three of you being involved in this with one excluded."

Jennie hummed in response, her fingers stroking through your hair, "Maybe you're right. We might have to change that."

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cordeliawhohung · 3 months

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consider this filthy mafia!Soap x nurse!fem!Reader piece a thank you for 2k followers!

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warnings: masturbation(fem), oral (fem receiving), use of good boy, voyeurism, p in v

"No touching."

Those two words broke Johnny's poor mind, and you watched as his brain shut down and started back up as he stood in the doorway to the apartment with his mouth agape. Once he seemed to regain some semblance of a coherent thought, his eyes raked over you, not sparing a single inch of your body from his gaze. He looked at your bare breasts and your chest as it heavily rose and fell with your labored breaths. Then there was the soft tissue of your stomach and the way your abdominal muscles rippled underneath, tensed with stimulation and pleasure.

However, the most eye-catching sight of all was what happened between your legs. Those deep blue eyes drank up the way your fingers slid along your slit, how you rubbed and toyed with your clit. Even from that short distance he could see the way your arousal coated your fingers, and he drank up the way your hips bucked up into your own stimulation. It wasn't the view he expected to see when he came home from work, but he had no complaints.

"You're killing me, bonnie," he breathed.

Ignoring him for a moment, you spread your legs further as you adjusted your position on the bed, which allowed you to deepen the stimulation. A small groan left your mouth without permission, but you pretended that it never happened as your attention focused on Johnny for a split moment.

"You can watch, but no touching," you reiterated.

Good thing Johnny didn't mind a show.

While you continued your relentless assault on your clit, Johnny carefully climbed onto the foot of the bed where he ensured his movements wouldn't disturb you too much. He quickly settled for your performance where he drank in the view of you with your closed eyes and knitted brows. Sweat glistened along your collarbones and neck, and it dimly reflected the faded lights of his apartment all too enticingly.

As the confines of his jeans grew ever tighter, he couldn't help but think about how he could do it better than you could. Though your moans were sweet and soft, he was always able to pull louder, more desperate moans from you when he fucked you himself. Johnny knew just the right way to curl his fingers inside of you to get your back arching. He knew exactly how much pressure to use when pounding into you that would get you to cry out for him and drag your nails across his back.

He all but got on his hands and knees in order to get a better view of your cunt like he watched his favorite show, and after a while the bed began to shake with the force he used to grind into the mattress. He needed to hear more of you, to feel you, taste you. You were terribly cruel for denying him any sort of treat or attention, fucking yourself on your fingers as if he wasn't even there at all, like he was just some peeping apparition.

Then he noticed it. The tensing of your legs, the way they caved in on your hand with intent to trap it there as your fingers picked up speed. Breaths hitched in your throat as your eyes squeezed tight, and Johnny found himself inching closer to you as if you would potentially change your mind and ask him to finish you off. A violent tremor tore through your body, and he watched in real time as your body began to shake and melt into the mattress with each soft pant that left your lips. There was nothing left of you but a pile of mush and a wet, sticky mess that coated your fingers and thighs.

Cursing, Johnny crawled closer to you where he nestled himself between your thighs but still didn't touch you. Big, blown out pupils met you as you finally opened your eyes, and you couldn't help but smirk at the pathetic sight of him as he tried to fuck you with his gaze alone.

"Good boy," you hummed as you rested your hands on your stomach. "You can touch now."

Without so much as hesitating, Johnny's arms hooked underneath your legs where he yanked your lower half into the air, bringing your cunt to meet his mouth. Large muscles bulged out from his biceps as he kept you trapped in place in order to lap away at you. You yelped at the sudden movement, but a gasp smothered it as you felt his tongue poke into your hole, drinking up your arousal as if he found an oasis in a desert. And he groaned. Groaned as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, like you were the only thing he would need to sustain himself for the rest of his life.

"I'm your good boy," he mumbled against your heat. "Was so good, wasn't I? Don't I deserve a reward? Please, baby..."

Before you could even answer, your lower half suddenly crashed back into the mattress and Johnny collapsed on top of you. It didn't take long for his lips to find the soft underside of your jaw where he kissed and nipped at you while his clothed crotch ground against your sopping wet cunt.

"You're so needy," you teased. Johnny only grunted in response as his face pressed further into the side of your neck where you felt your own slick transfer from his face onto your skin. "Go easy, yeah? Still sore from last night."

Without hesitation, you heard Johnny's belt jingle as he unbuckled it one handed. His movements were fast and needy as he eventually yanked his cock free from its restraints where he then pressed it against your welcoming entrance. Both of you groaned, you from the stretch, and him from the delicious way you pulsed around the tip of his dick.

"Yes ma'am."

Smirking, your hands came to rest on his hips where you gently pulled him closer to you. Inch by inch, he filled you until he completely bottomed out, leaving him nothing but a panting mess above you. He hadn't even started to move and you could already feel the way he twitched inside of you.

"Good boy."

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ackermai07 · 7 days

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Hi! Could you write a one shot for Bakugo, Todoroki, and Kirishima where the class is watching a movie or something at the dorms and their crush falls asleep on them? I can see the boys getting all blushy when she unconsciously snuggles up closer to them 🥰🥰

Thank you!

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"Is everyone ready?"

Mina shouted, making sure everything was set and everyone was prepared.

In short, what was happening was that tomorrow is a holiday, and after a tiring week, the girls suggested the idea of watching a movie (the kind you like), staying up late, and enjoying themselves to compensate for the positive energy lost through training and studying, and of course, everyone agreed.

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

The surprise was how this early-to-bed, serious guy had actually agreed to this silly movie night offer, but of course, no one dared to comment on it (they didn't want to be the reason for him changing his mind).

"Tsk... why on earth did I agree to watch this stupid movie in the first place," Bakugo muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the TV screen where the movie was playing. Truthfully, he knew the reason he was here- 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

Bakugo had always admired your confident, composed, and intelligent personality, to the point where he found himself gradually falling for you, struggling to break free from its grasp.

Another annoyed sigh escaped his lips, feigning irritation as usual, but deep down, he was genuinely happy to be sitting next to you on the couch, able to inhale your soothing scent.

It didn't take another minute before he felt a weight on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised in confusion, and when he turned his head to see, he was met with your lovely, soft face resting on his shoulder. The boy swore he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest, and for a moment, he stopped thinking, just staring at you with flushed cheeks, thankfully unnoticed in the dimmed lights.

"Oi... you," he said in his rough tone, which seemed calmer, then lightly shrugs trying to wake you up. "You'll miss the damn movie... wake up."

Meanwhile, all he got in response was a sleepy nuzzle from you, moving closer to hug his side more, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

Poor Bakugo stopped his movements and froze in place for about a few minutes. The first to notice was Kirishima, who turned to see what was up with his friend.

"Hey Baku-bro, what's wro..."

And there Kirishima caught sight of your sleeping form next to him, a wide grin spreading across his face. Even before he spoke, Bakugo silently gestured to him, thus ensuring he stayed close to you for a longer period.

He absentmindedly played with your hair, eliciting contented hums from you, which seemed to draw the attention of the entire class towards you two. Oh, and don't worry about any commotion; once Bakugo gives them the death glare, they'll turn away without saying a word.

(half of the class has fallen asleep already, anyway).

By the end of the movie, he didn't even realize he had fallen asleep, his head resting on yours, inhaling your refreshing scent and feeling your warmth.

(This incident might actually serve as a strong incentive for him to hurry up and confess to you as soon as possible).

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

It was known that Shoto often found himself in these kinds of nights, spending time with his friends, and with you, the love of his life.

Both of you attended the same middle school, and there were many clashes between you, but at that time, Shoto was only focused on his deep-seated hatred for his father.

Now, at U.A. High School, he found the time to develop his feelings for you, thus becoming immersed in love for you.

And there he was now, on the floor in front of the TV, covered with blankets for comfortable seating. You were sitting beside him, and oh, how difficult it was for him to focus on the movie content with you so close.

He also threw sidelong glances at you, admiring your focused face on the screen, and your slightly parted lips from concentrating so hard on the events. Honestly, he wished desperately to overwhelm your lips with kisses until you couldn't breathe (you can't really blame him).

As he was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt something descending onto his lap. And guess what? It was your head being placed on his lap.

The poor boy's brain stopped functioning as he tried to process what had just happened.

(He also felt like his heart stopped for a moment.)

"Y/n... y-you okay?" Shoto whispered softly to you, making sure only you could hear him, and his hand moved to brush a strand of hair away from your face, while a terrible blush spread across his cheeks.

The poor boy wasn't used to being affectionate :(

"Very... sleepy," was your only response as you hugged his waist and snuggled closer to his left side where warmth emanated.

Let's say he miraculously managed to control his quirk so as not to accidentally hurt you.

Meanwhile, the boy's heart swelled with emotions, and he found himself gently stroking your hair, a small smile adorning his handsome face.

And as soon as the movie ended, he carried you bridal-style and took you to your room under Momo's guidance, making sure not to wake you up at all.

On the other hand, he couldn't sleep a wink that night, but be prepared to receive the most beautiful confession in your life soon.

Bonus points: His desire to kiss you became unbearable.

𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝘂𝗼

He was one of the biggest supporters of the idea, especially since you were the one who suggested it, so of course he would always support your opinion.

He always did, seeing you as a fun person who radiated warmth like the sun, an optimistic personality he fell for boundlessly.

You were always a source of inspiration for him with your positive energy, encouraging him and praising his perseverance, and in return, he gave you the brightest smile.

His friends somehow learned about his secret admiration for you (Mina was the reason... ahem)

and they always tried to involve you both more to bring you closer together.

This event was no different as they made sure you two were close to each other, leaving the couch for you to sit on together.

(Kaminari was included to sit next to Kirishima just to make it less suspicious.)

Now, in the middle of the movie, just like Shoto, he couldn't focus at all.

He was just captivated by the little sounds you made whenever an exciting scene came up or your eyes sparkled with interest at what was shown on the screen in front of you.

He was literally in his own world, worshiping your facial expressions and your gentle demeanor.

But at some point, he stopped paying attention to you, replacing it with discussing the details of the movie with Kaminari. Then, in a sudden moment, he felt something land on his chest... it was your head.

The boy quickly covered his mouth to suppress the scream that was about to burst from the depths of his heart.

In contrast to the two above, he had a quick response as he gently shook your shoulder.

"Y/n, y-you awake?" His voice came out as a somewhat quiet tune, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Sorry... feeling sleepy... just... a little nap." After that, you held onto his arm and used his muscular chest as a pillow, drifting back to sleep.

Because of your action, his quirk activated for a few seconds, and he slapped his own face out of embarrassment and happiness he felt.

Your sudden move caught the red-haired boy off guard to the point he didn't know how to react :(

"Yes, of course... it wouldn't be manly of me to move and disturb you," he muttered to himself in embarrassment, stiffening in his position before wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

But he forgot about Kaminari, who saw everything and struggled to suppress his laughter as he ran away, catching the attention of the class, only to stare at both of you in awe and admiration.

All I can say is that by tomorrow, you'll see plenty of pictures taken of you sleeping on Kirishima, and his friends endlessly teasing him about it.

Then get ready for his confession of his feelings for you.

ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #shoto x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #fluff #fanfic #bnha #mha #one shot

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tragedybunny · 7 months

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Sunlight and Stars in the Sky part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader

First part - here

Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.

Astarion is gone when you wake up, probably out hunting, and you breathe a sigh of relief. At least you won't be able to embarrass yourself further. Throwing yourself at him, being refused by him of all people, forcing him to let you into his tent to calm down, and that nonsense you'd spouted, gods he must've been so annoyed with you.

All he wanted from you was a bit of fun, some enjoyable interludes during this journey you'd found yourselves on. You weren't so naive that you thought there was more to it. Yet he'd somehow found a little place in your heart. Which you had stupidly exposed to him last night with that stars in the sky drivel. If he kept his distance from now on, you'd know why.

Head pounding from the wine, you fumble around for your boots. Slipping them on, you hurry back to your tent, and throw yourself under the covers, glad you didn't run into Astarion. The rest of the night is filled with fitful sleep, the drink making you nauseous and your memories driving you almost to tears. When the sun at last rises, the camp awakens muted and somber. Unable to face him, you wait until the scent of breakfast fills the air to finally leave your tent.

Naturally he's somehow right there. "Good morning Darling," even he seems muted after everything, probably worried you'll be all over him again, "feeling better?"

"A little, sorry for the trouble last night," you murmur hastily, trying not to look at him before rushing off, unable to make yourself listen to his conciliatory response.

Breakfast and breaking camp take far longer than they should and your solemn crew takes to the road that leads beyond the monastery to the shadow cursed lands much later than they should. As seems to be your fate though, not even a simple road is easy, and a group of undead bar the way. Body and mind aching, you fumble through the fight, spells missing their target, and reactions slowed. You don’t see the monster that’s crept up on you until it’s nearly too late to dodge its flailing attack. Suddenly the earth lurches and you’re facing the dirt. Panic constricts your chest, death is so close, even all you managed to overcome wasn't enough. Rolling, you try to get your feet under you, and find your assailant hovering over you. Your lungs inhale what is likely your final breath and you tense just a crossbow bolt sprouts from its forehead. It stumbles back and Karlach’s axe removes its head from its body.

Most of the gory sight is blocked from your view as Astarion appears over you, crossbow back over his shoulder, pale hand outstretched and brow furrowed. “Are you alright my Dear?”

You wince and take his hand, twice as humiliated as before. Reaching a sitting position, you stop, your body unwilling to go further. Everything from the Nautiloid, to the Creche, to making a fool of yourself, bears down on you, and it’s all too much. One win at the Grove amongst a tide of wounding losses. Hands rub at your eyes to push away the tears. “Sweetheart,” Astarion is suddenly crouching next to you, brushing your hair out of your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, pulling away from that touch that you want to be real affection so badly.

“You look exhausted.” Before you can protest, he’s turning to the rest of the group. “We should stop for the night.”

“Tsk'va, we’ve barely made progress,” Lae’zel snaps, any good humor she's developed gone for the moment, “we still have worms in our head, did you forget that whilst basking in the sun.”

His eyes narrow for a moment, and he looks like he’ll shout back, but he contains it. “We’ve all had a hard time, and we’re in rough shape. Let’s get some rest and start fresh in the morning.”

They don’t need to be told he’s talking about you, collapsed in the dirt, and you can feel their eyes turn on you. “That sounds eminently reasonable," Gale chimes in and the rest assent.

"Let's go find a nice spot," Karlach says brightly, taking Wyll by the hand and leaving the main road.

The others follow in their wake until just the two of you are left. Reluctantly, you start to get your feet under you, feeling as weary as he says you were, and silently start off towards them. The crunch of his boots tell you Astarion is just behind you, a small mercy as he can't see the state you're in. Your chest aches, you can't seem to banish the tears that keep threatening, and nothing feels like it has a point anymore. When you catch up with the others, they're already setting camp for the night, with Gale prepping dinner with as much cheer as he can muster and the others barely speaking at all. The whole of it seems like too much and you collapse on a log near the fire, Astarion joining you seconds later.

Shifting closer, he looks like he's about to speak when the sounds of an argument draws your attention and he just sighs instead. "The Underdark is backtracking, a waste of time and dangerous." Lae’zel is shouting at Shadowheart.

"Well it might deter the interference of your people," she returns.

"That is a point, this road is already dangerous," Halsin chimes in.

"What do you think," Wyll has wandered over from setting up his tent and turned to you. For the second time today, your whole group is looking to you, only this time they're expecting that leadership you've shown them this whole journey.

"I…" you just can't find it in you.

"Gods," Astarion growls, "can you all not make one simple decision without her? She's tired and you're putting this on her. It's bad enough you expect her help solving all your petty problems."

"But it's fine if it's your petty problems, right Astarion," Gale accuses, his face dark. You know his problem is far from petty.

"Say that again," Astarion hisses and does something you've never seen him do to one of your companions, he snarls and bares his fangs.

"Astarion," you scold, stirred from your stupor finally and he gives you a wounded look. "Let's just get some dinner in everyone. Then we can discuss the Underdark." They need you, it would hardly do to give up now.

"Right, you heard the lady, give her some space until dinner is done," Karlach waves them off and gives you a wink.

Part of you expects Astarion to be angry with you for the reproach but instead he gently takes your hands in his. "How about I get the tent set up, you can rest before dinner. Or you could stay there the whole night, you don't owe them an answer."

The tent, your mind reels. It's his tent and he's never been fond of anyone infringing on his space. Is he still feeling sorry for you? You cringe, and pull your hands from his. "I can stay in my own tent."

"Oh," he seems to shrink in on himself. "I had been wondering since you were gone when I got back last night. Did I do something wrong? I admit I'm new to having someone close like that.” His voice is quiet and unsure, and nothing like what you’re used to. “Or maybe it's my temperature, I know I'm not exactly very warm," he offers and laughs somewhat awkwardly.

"I just don't want to…" For the first time today, you really look at him, and you don't see the same Astarion you've been traveling with. His eyes are wide and soft, his expression full of hope and longing and not scorn for the world around him. You find his hands where you left them, as though waiting for yours. Something has changed, something that makes your heart flutter and chases away the darkness of your thoughts. You were going to say pretend; pretend he wanted you there, pretend you didn't make an idiot out of yourself; but that doesn't feel right anymore. "Impose," you slide your hands back into his and small smile ghosts over his features.

"Love, I told you last night, you're not imposing. Well you were very drunk," a small kiss on your cheek makes you flush, “perhaps you don’t remember.”

“Some rest is probably a good idea,” you admit, giving in to the ethereal moment that seems to be burgeoning between the two of you.

He squeezes your hands before letting them go. “I told you so,” his usual smirk is back in place but it’s softer than before.

While he’s gone you try to temper yourself, this could be temporary, and you should focus on your very grim situation, your losses and setbacks are still real. But it all vanishes the moment he’s leading you back to the tent and settling you into a pile of pillows and blankets, some of them from your own supplies. Your things, mingled with his, the two of you, joined together. With your approval very visible from the smile you can't hide, he joins you, pulling you into his arms so your head rests against his chest. From around the fire you hear voices, friendly banter, spirits are lifting, hope is prevailing. You’re glad but still so tired, and it’s so nice here with Astarion, a little peace for just the two of you. “Thank you, I really needed this,” you murmur sleepily.

“Think nothing of it, my Sunlight,” he kisses the top of your head.

It brings back the other night, but there’s no awkwardness for you now, you spoke true, no matter what happens from now on, he’ll always be the light of all your nights, the beauty out of darkness. “My Starry Sky.”

He gives a small hum of approval, “I am growing fond of that nickname,” and he holds you tighter. There’s a note of sadness you think in his voice, but you’re almost asleep, maybe you imagined it.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x f!reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #x reader #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing

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seretoningghost · 5 months

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Mike Schmidt x Male Reader

TW : SMUT (car sex), blood tasting (its mild just from a scratch and is rlly breif).

(This is where everyone would put a gif of the character but there were zero of him.)

Mike was panting loudly and constantly.

The look on his face pure lust as he chased his orgasm.

Drool dripping down his chin.

The air was unbearably hot. It made your skin practically boil.

His knuckles white as he had a hand up to the roof of the car - arm from wrist and elbow pressed on the roof, shuddering muscles threatening to pull the fabric from the roof.

Loud wet slaps being heard each time Mike went down.

His usual attire on, but his pants were pulled down just enough to expose his crotch as he vigorously rode you.

Causing a odd straddle as he struggled to do so because of his pants, but the moment was so strong he didnt care.

He was mostly angry it prevented him from riding properly, withholding pleasure from him.

You were slightly reclined in the passenger seat, the both of you in your car.

This was the first time you two were alone in a while.

A whine bubbled in Mike's throat, getting progressively upset at how he couldn't ride well. Feeling the anger build and twist a knot in his stomach.

Making him feel even more aggitated and icky.

Panting relentlessly as he takes a pause, shifting his right hand on the roof. Shifting slightly on your lap, putting his left hand on the passenger side window.

His hand smudging the fogging glass.

Not even saying a word before he began to ride intensely just like before, trying desperately to get the two of you to release.

The lack of sleep evident on Mike's face as he rode you, but he missed you so much.

Him having been busy with his new job lately.

"Mike.." You whimpered breathlessly.

Mike felt a pang of lust haphazardly rattle its way quickly up his spine, eyes showing love and bliss.

He gave a soft moan.

A smile making its way on his face, drool intensifying.

Clearly a after affect of his sleep deprivation, but you knew Mike. He didnt want to stop.

Panting you ran your hands from his knees, to his hips. Gripping tightly - knowing how much Mike liked that.

Mike shuddered hard, blissing out.

Always loving how right your hands felt on him. In every nook and cranny, it felt like he was make for you. Your hands were so much bigger than his.

Mike shifted his left hand on the window, it slamming against the window.

Your half surprised Mike hasn't broken anything in your car before. You know your car isnt built for sex, but this wouldn't be the first time.

You kept whimpering, gasping, and moaning his name. Knowing how much his sleep drunk mind loved it.

Mike would occasionally squeak in response, trying to force words out of his brain. Just doing the best he could instead.

Mostly moaning between pants.

Your car creaking underneath you two. The car shaking and jumping at your rough fucking, even while in park and shut off.

Mike didn't care of course.

Just like every other time he coaxed you to step out from the drivers seat, stepping out and waiting for you to sit before sitting on your lap. You pulling the door shut once he got on.

The windows were practically all fogged up with your two's passionate fucking.

You could tell Mike was getting desperate as he loomed over you, keeping eye contact.

Sliding one hand up his shirt a bit, you pivoted your hips. Thrusting up each time he bounced down.

Mike moaned loudly, not muffling or holding his voice.

Back arching at the pleasure as your cock pounded into multiple deep nerve endings.

He whimpered loudly, pushing his body down on your chest.

Arms placed on your chest. Although your not sure if him changing his position was intentional or not, pondering if he had perhaps collapsed on you.

But he clutched onto you for dear life anyways, constantly tugging you closer even though you were as close as you could get.

You grip tighter onto the points your hands were on, panting loudly and whimpering as you began to pound into Mike.

Mike had his face pushed against the crook of your neck, moaning and whimpering noisily in his throat.

If you could have seen his face you would be able to see how utterly fucked out he was, eyes full of lust - exhaustion evident in both as he seemed out of it.

Drool pouring everywhere - even onto you, and a dopey grin on his face, interupted by the occasional moan or whimper.

You groaned, biting your lip you were determined to bring release to your beautiful boyfriend.

Humping into him as quickly as you could, a whimper getting caught in your throat at how close you felt.

Eyes widening at the boiling knot tieing itself in your stomach, achingly getting tighter.

Panting loudly in Mike's ear.

"M-Mike..." You whimpered.

"I-I... I-Im... I...... p-please.." You panted, whimpering to yourself at the end.

Mike shuddered, back arching into you, tugging tight at your shirt with white knuckles. Begging for more, trying to express his urgency for you.

Jacket zipper jankling as you pounded him.

But you were fucked out of it at this point, already suspecting Mike was close by the non stop whimpering in your ear that started up when you began to whimper.

Sliding your left hand down to his hip you slid your right up onto the middle of his back.

Accidentally sliding your hand in his shirt, clawing your nails against his skin.

Mike quivered, letting out a low slutty moan at the new sensation.

Eyes glossing out, maybe he liked it? He didn't know, you've never done that before.

He could hear you growling now, digging your fingers into his skin, still thinking you were clutching his shirt.

But with this grip on his back you kept him firmly in place, making him all the more fuckable.

Release was so close, both of your cores bubbled with excitement.

Your bodies and the air overwhelmingly hot.

When suddenly the knots slacked, both of you making pleasured noises as you came.

Mike doing so all over your shirt, yours being felt in the pit of Mike's gut.

Quivering he felt amazing, thighs shuddering. It was so hot inside him.

Panting loudly you gradually slowed your thrusts, riding out both of yours highs.

Before the two of you laid there, Mike still on your chest as you both panted.

Still absently tugging on your shirt as he slowly focused back in.

Your hand on his back suddenly untensed, you gave a soft groan. Gently sliding your hand down his side, seems you still didnt notice you dug into his flesh.

"Mm... Baby.." You purred quietly, tilting your head against his - still pushed into your neck.

Mike whimpered quietly in return, body still buzzing even as his eyes and brain were finally focusing in.

Occasionally quaking from aftershocks.

You rubbed his hips gently, before slowly pulling your cock out.

Mike gasped, body fluttering at the emptiness.

A bit of your cum dripping out, Mike was reminded of how scalding hot his insides were thanks to you.

"F-f...mmhh.. F-fuck.." He whimpered quietly.

"You feeling better?" You whisper, rubbing your left hand on his back.

"Y-yeah.... B-back... Thighs... Ache..." He whined, smiling softly against your neck.

You chuckled, going to rub your hand over his back, him jolting as your hand stung over his wound.

"A-Ah! O-ouch.." He whimpered, clutching tighter onto your shirt.

You pulled your hand away with a jolt, only to see a few drops of blood on your fingerprints. Eyes wide you noticed a few drops clawwed under the tips of your nails.

"Aw shit did I-" You began, quickly prying a small hand held mirror from off of your air vents.

Angling it to see his back, sure enough there it was - delicate skin rippling as Mike breathed, clear claw marks pressed into his skin.

Drawing a slight bit of blood.

"Ah fuck... I'm sorry Mike.." You groaned, upset you would be so careless.

Mike tried to wrack his sleepy bed for some sort of 'its okay, I think I liked it' reply without disclosing the 'I liked it' especially when he wasnt entirely sure just yet.

But instead just gave up, giving a soft groan against your throat to tell you it was alright.

But it seemed more like he was annoyed to you, that he was too engrossed before and didn't realize you did it. Probably more annoyed he had to deal with that while on his job now.

You sighed, silently scolding yourself as you tossed the mirror in your driver seat.

Running your right hand through Mike's hair.

Mike lifted his head, looking at you now.

Before grabbing hold of your hand and holding it still, lapping his tongue at the blood.

Eyes wide you stare.

There was so little blood that it hardly stained his tongue for more than a second.

Mike gave a soft smile, lapping up more blood. Exhaustion evident in his eyes.

"Mm... Metally..." He whispered.

You watched, flabbergasted.

"Mike... You need sleep." You sighed.

"...hmm..." Mike hummed, laying against your chest.

You shuddered, realising his movement brought a gust of air.

It fanning against your slobbered neck, slightly cringing at it. But you didnt say anything.

His chest rumbling against yours as he made a incoherent sound.

"Mike, noo, not yet babe." You groaned, sitting up, hugging Mike to your chest.

He groaned groggily, eyes slowly blinking open. Dissapointed you sat up.

You leaned forward, moving his body with you as you opened the glove compartment.

Grabbing a few tissues you clean both of you up. Shimmying on your own pants, and then Mike's.

Mike's half asleep again.

You reclined the back seats, putting Mike on the small mattress in the trunk.

Which was a serious challenge considering you didnt take Mike out of the car.

Although he did sleepily help you a bit.

You laid down next to him, cuddling him.

The car was progressively getting colder already, the two of your curled up in the back - cuddling.

You pulled a few blankets over you both.

(Also sorry, I'm a huge FNAF fan and have been forever, but I havent seen the movie yet. D: big sad. But there's just something about Mike, I've practically spoilt myself to the whole movie so Idk man. Kept this vague so it could probably stick better the to character, just felt like writin car sex.)

#x male reader #male reader smut #smut #+18 blog #+18 content #+18 only #+18 or +adult only #seme male reader #mike schmidt x male reader #Mike Schmidt x male reader #Fnaf x Male Reader #FNAF x male reader #FNAF x Male Reader #Fnaf x male reader

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jadeysjasmine · 2 months

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YOU HAVE TO POST NEGLECTED PART II RIGHT NOW. JUST THAT ONE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Neglected part 2 - Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Reader

A/N: this is a repost! 2473 words

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: it all gets too much and you break, spilling all the details to alexia who is furious and defends your honour.

Waking up the following morning having gotten barely any sleep, head pounding and an overwhelming feeling of heartbreak. Your head is plagued by two things people, Maria and Ingrid.

You begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed and into your bathroom, looking in the mirror you get a sense of deja vu to a couple of week ago when you were in the exact same position, eyes just as red and swollen and tear stained cheeks, If you could feel anything you might even find this kind of amusing.

You're now fully dressed for training, standing in your bathroom mirror applying concealer to try hide the bags under your eyes, as you grab your things and leave your apartment, dreading going to training.

You're not even sure how you got to training, mind switched off, but pulling up to the training centre you become more aware, anxiety spiking as you begin to get very nervous.

Parking your car in your usual spot and turning off the engine you take a few moments to breathe and compose yourself.

Head down and trudging into the training centre, so in your own head you don't hear Alexia's voice greeting your when you walk past, nor do you see the worried glances shared between her and Irene.

Training was awful and to top it off you hit your head and got a concussion so now you are alone in the medics room with an ice pack, waiting on the Medic and Alexia to come back into the room, you are on concussion watch and need supervision so Alexia volunteered and now they are discussing what to do over the next 24 hours.

You are staring out the window at a now empty training pitch, mind constantly wandering to Maria and Ingrid, so many questions flooded your mind, wondering if they ever truly loved or if maybe there was a reason for them abandoning you for your anniversary.

You couldn't bare to look at them so you avoided doing so the whole training session, avoiding looking at them or even any of your teammates unless mandatory.

Luckily or unluckily alexia sensed something was wrong so Jonatan went easy on you and alexia partnered up with you for all drills.

You didn't hear the door opening or the footsteps approaching, only breaking out of your trance when you felt the soft touch of alexia's hand on your shoulder, slightly jumping at the scare you turned to face her, worried gaze on you as she softly spoke, "Ready to go carino, you can stay at mine for the night so I can monitor the concussion."

Nodding wordlessly you got off the bed in the medic room, trudging behind alexia you follow her out to her car, leaving your car behind in the parking lot.

The drive home was silent but you knew your captain better than that to assume she would not ask you what is up so you were mentally preparing yourself the best you could for the confrontation that was about to ensue.

Arriving at alexia's apartment you followed behind her in, taking your shoes off and leaving them at the door along with you training bag, alexia disappearing off somewhere.

Her dog, Nala, came barrelling at you, jumping up and licking you cause you to finally smile.

Your moment was broken when alexia appeared holding spare clothes, a glass of water and some pain killers.

She spoke up, "I'll make dinner, how about you take these and change so you can a nap?"

You nodded, taking the stuff off her and wandering to the guest bedroom, making quick work of changing and taking the pain killers.

Crawling into bed, suddenly hit with exhaustion you fall asleep almost immediately.

Your awoken which feels like minutes later, but realistically its been a few hours, by alexia softly shaking you.

"Dinner is ready Chiqui." She softly spoke.

You groaned, causing alexia to laugh softly before pulling the covers down.

"Vamos, dinner will be getting cold."

You threw the covers off dramatically before making your way to the kitchen.

If you were being completely honest it smelled amazing, you kissed alexia on the cheek and mumbled a thank you before sitting down.

Dinner was silent, your eyes glued to your plates, you knew alexia wanted to give you space but from your peripheral vision you saw alexia deep in thought and occasionally glancing your way, probably contemplating the best way to bring something up.

Once you were finished you finally looked up, meeting alexia's worried eyes, this must have given her the confidence to finally speak up and see if she can find out what has been bothering you.

"I've noticed that you have not been yourself in training, I do not want to push you carino but I just want you to know you can speak to me whenever"

You do not know if it was her words or the tone of voice that she used than was like you were a piece of glass and she was scared to shatter you but whatever it was had the flood gates opening.

Through sobs you told alexia about your relationship with maria and ingrid, telling her about the time when they ignored you over a joke made by patri, how you never felt like a girlfriend and more of a burden and how you made up but then they ditched you on your anniversary and it has been complete radio silence since.

You were struggling to breath so alexia sat next to you and held you, whispering reassurances and coaching your breathing.

Unsure how long you actually cried in alexia's arm but you woke up the next morning in the guest bedroom with a pounding headache, you turned to the bedside table to see a glass of water, some pain killers and a note.

You took the pain killers before downing the water, having not drank much and also cried a lot you were thirsty to say the least. You picked up the note next,

"Good morning Cari,

There is breakfast on the table and I will bring lunch home from training, please get some rest and If you don't feel like talking more we can have a move night.

Te Amo

Ale"

You smiled at the note, eyes welling with fresh tears, you knew alexia was kind and caring but this just emphasise it and you couldn't be more grateful to call her your teammate, captain and most importantly friend.

You got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, again you could've cried when you saw what it was, alexia made blueberry pancakes, sausage, scrambled eggs and there's a glass of fresh orange with a empty coffee mug and fresh coffee brewing on the coffee machine. You sat and ate, grateful for your friend.

Meanwhile at training alexia was on a warpath, sure Maria and Ingrid were her friends but they also seriously hurt one of her friends, anytime they tried to speak with her, her gaze hardened and she was short and blunt, if you had not begged her to not mention it she would have done it as soon as she saw them.

She was out for revenge and unfortunately the other member of the team were caught in the cross fire. alexia requesting Jonatan repeat drill multiple times, claiming they were not done good enough.

By the end of training everyone was exhausted and moody but alexia didn't care, she wanted Maria and Ingrid to feel even part of the hurt they had caused you.

Maria and Ingrid noticed the hostility heavily directed them so thought confronting their captain to see what the issue is was the best idea.

They are in the changing room, the last 2 people there as they wait for alexia to be finished her captain duties and return to get her stuff and go home. Eventually alexia returns and her features turn stone like and she heads straight for her cubby to pack her things and leave as quickly as possible.

Maria was the first to confront alexia, at first alexia ignored her but when Ingrid joined in she saw red and snapped. She was berating and shouting about how they were not who she though they were, asking how the could treat you like this and just how hurt you truly were.

Alexia grabbed her stuff and stormed out, cussing them out under her breath in Spanish, Maria and Ingrid were stunned to silence, just looking at each other in complete shock.

They had not realised the extent in which their words effected you, they had been plagued with guilt over missing your anniversary and even seeing you the next morning in training, how awful you looked, they assumed you wanted space so they left you alone but they realised what has to be done.

It's grovelling time.

Meanwhile back at alexia's apartment you were cuddled up on the couch with Nala, scrolling on tik tok with some reality tv mindlessly playing in the background.

Your interrupted when you hear the door open then a bang and an annoyed "Joder," you giggled and went to go investigate, Nala closely behind, reaching the door you see alexia looking ready to explode and a smoothie spilled all over the entrance.

Alexia's annoyed expression didn't last when she noticed you smiling and soon couldn't hide a grin of her own.

Once the mess had been cleaned you both ate the remainder of the lunch she brought on the couch, watching the show you had on as you both occasionally made little comments that had you both laughing.

She soon looked at you, guilt plastered all over her face as she spoke up, "I am so sorry carino but I could not hold my temper and i shouted at them"

She let out a gasp of shock when she felt your arm wrap around her shoulders in a hug, when she realised what was happening she wrapped her arms around your torso, sighing in relief when she realised you weren't mad.

"It's ok ale, thank you for having my back. I really do appreciate you."

You stayed like that for a while longer, enjoying the warmth and comfort your friend brings you.

You two don't do much else, just order Chinese food and watch comedy movies all night on the couch while enjoying each others company.

Meanwhile the air at Maria and Ingrid apartment is tense, barely 2 words spoken as they are both lost in thought about ways to get your forgiveness, they know it is not going to be an easy task and even though they haven't showed it, they feel a piece of them is missing when you are not around.

They are plagued with emotions ranging from guilt from how the have been treating you, anger at themselves for letting insecurities get in the way on your relationship and determination to prove to you just how much they love you.

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You woke up the next morning on the couch to the buzzing of an alarm, you felt a body wrapped around you and you could hear light snores falling from alexia's parted mouth.

You both had spend all night watching movies and snacking, honestly you could not appreciate your captain more for helping take your mind off recent event and instead helping you focus on other stuff.

You both had a travel day today, it was the upcoming copa de la Reina final against Real Madrid and even though you couldn't play due to your concussion, you were tagging along with all the other injured players to support the team and hopefully win another trophy.

Your mind started to drift off to your girlfriends (ex?) but before your mind could truly spiral you heard a groan and felt alexia's arm move to shut off her alarm.

"Good morning Chiqui, how did you sleep?" She said, voice rough as she had just woken up.

"Morning Ale, I slept well. How did you sleep?" You questioned, rolling over to face the Spaniard.

"I slept well too minus your snoring next to me" she grinned cheekily, your face heating up with embarrassment.

You both got up, got dressed and had breakfast before setting off to the bus that would take you to your hotel for tonight before tomorrows final.

The closer you got the more alexia could tell your were anxious about seeing Maria and Ingrid, your leg was bouncing and you were biting your nails. She placed a hand on your leg causing you to turn and face her, "You know you do not have to speak to them if you do not want to, I will make sure of it." She assured you and you felt your nerves relax slightly.

You pulled into the meeting spot where the bus was, noticing you were one of the first to arrive, feeling relieved that you and alexia could sit together.

Finding a seat in the middle of the bus, you sat near the window while alexia took the aisle, you both started chatting about the upcoming final and how you both with you could play the derby.

You were so engrossed in your conversation with alexia you missed most of the team entering the bus, only looking up when you heard Patri and Pina being loud, as usual.

It was like some weird coincidence as when you looked up you locked eyes with Ingrid, she looked awful, like she had barely slept and you hated how even after all the pain she caused you that you wanted nothing more than to make sure she was ok.

Alexia noticed your sudden tense posture, her eyes followed yours, gaze hardening when she realised who you were looking at.

She places an arm protectively around your shoulder which causes Ingrid to look away and find her seat a few rows in front next to Maria.

The coach trip was uneventful, you slept most of way and the rest you played games on your phone or watched movies with alexia.

You got to the hotel at around 8:30pm after driving for hours so the whole team was sleepy and hungry. You got to the hotel and were kind of relieved that everyone got their own room so you grabbed your key and took the elevator up to your room, not really hungry so deciding to skip dinner. Quickly showering, you brushed your teeth and changed for bed.

You abruptly woke up to loud banging at your door, heart racing as you questioned who was at the door.

All questions were answered when you heard alexia, "Sorry to wake you carino, I was going to breakfast and wanted to know if you would like to join me?"

You didn't want to keep her waiting so you advised you would meet her there in 10 minutes, with an ok you heard her walk away.

You were showered, dressed and on your way to breakfast in record time, you had just made your way into the elevator and the door were just about to close when a hand stopped it and your heart stopped when you saw the two people you had been purposely avoiding enter.

Maria and Ingrid.

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vsnyarbll · 3 months

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the nights when we're alone

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader

words: 2.605

summary: Aemond invites Aegon to give his wife a different experience in the bedroom.

warnings: smut (exhibition, voyeurism), +18, targcest

a/n: Smut is not very detailed, but there is smut. Enjoy!

"At least let me cum on her!" said Aegon. Aemond grunted and started pounding you faster.

Aegon stood at the side of the bed, watching his brother's every move and how you reacted to them. His right hand was around his cock, and he was speeding up and slowing down his hand with your reactions. You were lying face down and at Aemond's mercy.

Aegon squeezed his cock gently, letting out loud moans as Aemond's hands wrapped around your hips and caused your breathing to quicken.

You never stopped watching Aegon's facial expression. Aemond was always silent, so you were impressed that Aegon made so much noise at your slightest movements.

How did Aemond find himself in this situation? Aemond would ask himself a similar question every night the three of you got together. 'How did I let this happen?'

The answer to both questions was simple.

You two had an arranged marriage. You were the apple of the court's eye. All the lords were ready to accept your father's highest marriage proposal. But with a speed that neither you nor Aemond could understand, your father decided to marry you to Aemond.

Your father was delighted that you had married a prince and that your children would be princes and princesses.

King Viserys was also happy to see his son's wedding. He did not know if his son wanted to marry. Aemond had always been a quiet boy, and he was never one to sit and chat with his father. But all Viserys had to do to convince Aemond to marry a marriage he didn't even know he wanted was to tell him it was his duty.

In less than no time, you were married in a grand wedding. The cake was delicious. All the lords and ladies gathered at the red keep, dressed in their finest, excited to see a royal wedding. You were intimidated by the crowds, but even then, you were calmed by Aemond reaching for your hands and smiling as you exchanged your vows.

Aemond was excited to be married, even if he was afraid to admit it to himself. After many years of feeling like he belonged nowhere, he was relieved to have someone to call home. And eventually, he would have children who would love and accept him for who he was.

Aemond had always been so kind to you. You didn't have intercourse on your wedding night, but Aemond didn't mind. He could see you were worried.

He already had his self-confidence problems. But it wouldn't bother him if he knew it was him you didn't want and not the wedding night. He didn't want to ask you directly. He didn't want to appear weak when he was the one who was supposed to protect and defend you.

He had already accepted some things in his life. His brother's bullying since he was a little boy had changed his outlook on life in a partially positive way. At least, that's what he thought. No one had to love him, after all. He could live with that.

Aemond didn't know what he was doing for the kingdom by marrying you, but duty was duty. And fulfilling it was a prince's highest purpose. As long as it was polite and respectful between you, he didn't care about the rest. It was comforting to know that someone would be there when he returned to his room in the evening.

Then gradually you got used to each other. You all had your meals together. Aemond told you about some of his favorite books. You told him how interested you were in his family history.

You got on well.

Then, you fulfilled your marital duties. It took longer than expected, but neither you nor Aemond cared.

It wasn't bad. Especially when you heard how the other ladies in the castle spent their nights, you thanked each of the seven gods for giving you Aemond.

Aemond was a good man. He was careful not to hurt you. You knew he was trying to be gentle as he ran his hands over your body as if he was afraid you might break.

But there was one fact that Aemond was aware of. Your nights weren't enough for you. You wanted more. More passion.

You didn't want him to be kind to you at night after everyone was asleep behind the doors of your chambers.

You never told him that, but Aemond could tell by you averted your eyes every night when he reached up to kiss you.

You loved kissing him, watching him.

Aemond wasn't hard to love.

Even if he didn't realize it, every lady in court would grovel at the king's feet to marry him.

He was a prince. A good one.

But you knew something was missing. And it made you feel guilty.

What more could a woman want in her married life than a husband like Aemond?

And you were ashamed that your body wanted more.

It made you feel ashamed that you wanted more, more passion in an act that you were only doing to have children and to make sure your husband was enjoying his time in the marriage bed.

That was what your Septa taught you. She couldn't have known anything wrong, could she?

Then Aemond caught the way you looked at someone at a family dinner. No one else could have noticed, but Aemond was aware of everything. When you looked at Aegon and locked eyes with him, you turned your head and smiled slightly in a way that others would have interpreted as politeness. Anyone else would have thought you were behaving as you should exactly, but they didn't see what Aemond saw.

The way you turned your head and blushed slightly, the way your chest rose and fell faster, the way you pressed your thighs together… Even then, you looked more excited than any night in bed with Aemond.

It was no surprise you wanted Aegon. He has always had a reputation for exciting women. His callous and uncaring demeanor appealed to most women, even if Aemond couldn't understand it.

Then Aemond thought.

He knew that if he made such an offer to Aegon, he would accept it unconditionally. He also knew his mother or anyone else at the castle would never know this.

He had to convince himself. He did not know if he could bear to see his wife with his brother like that. He put off thinking about it for a while.

Then, one night, you moaned Aegon's name as you came.

Neither of you looked at each other after Aemond pulled out of you.

You held tightly to the sheet that covered your body and turned your back to him. You buried your face in your pillow, almost letting it suffocate you, and waited for sleep to overtake you.

You were sure he would be furious.

And Aemond reconsidered the decision he was about to make a few weeks ago.

He stared at the ceiling for a while and twisted his rings, which made you watch his fingers for longer than necessary when he wore them. Perhaps inviting Aegon to his bed wasn't such a bad thing. The Targaryens had never cared about social norms. Why would Aemond care?

Aegon wasn't hard to set up. Aemond went to his room to ask his opinion on the matter.

Aegon opened the door with a suspiciously sweaty and red face. "Aegon…" he said, and his lips formed a thin line. "I can come back later. I think… you're busy." Aegon shook his head and straightened his trousers, which made Aemond sigh. He considered giving up before it was too late. But when Aegon said, "Nonsense. Come in." he realized how long it had taken him to work up the courage, and he didn't want to waste it.

He briefly told Aegon what he wanted to do. He received it with great excitement, just as Aemond expected. "Your wife… I mean… I don't want to sound disrespectful, but I sometimes wish it was me who married her."

Aemond did not react, but he sank further into his chair.

It took him less time than he expected to convince Aegon. The hard part was convincing you. Because you denied it for days, even crying when Aemond pushed too hard.

You asked what kind of a wife he saw you as with an angry face. "What kind of a wife betrays her husband!" you said several times. Because you never thought he would actually do something like this. You thought he was testing your loyalty.

One evening, you were having dinner together, and you were both sitting calmly. You thought that Aemond had given up the question he had been asking, and you were relieved. You reached for the glass on the table close to Aemond, afraid to look at his face. He took your hand and made you look at him.

Then he said the last thing you wanted him to say. He let out the anger you've been holding in for days. You stood up in anger and caused the chair to fall backward. "Yes! Yes, I want Aegon to fuck me! Are you happy now?!"

Aemond had never seen you so pissed off.

You looked at him, worried about how he would react to your sudden outburst, but you held your head high.

Aemond took a sip of wine and said, "Yes, that's what I wanted to hear." calmly. You nervously gripped the table and looked at his face, not understanding.

A few nights later, you were combing your hair to get ready for bed. You had forgotten or erased from your mind what Aemond had insisted on because you could not imagine Aemond doing such a thing.

Then the door opened, and someone came in. Your back was to the door, but you didn't look at the person because you were sure it was Aemond. No one else would come to your room at that hour. Then you almost jumped as the voice of someone you didn't expect filled your ears. "I'll never understand why women brush their hair before sleep."

You turned around quickly, your eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. You clenched the comb in your hand, trying to draw strength, and your gaze shifted between your husband and Aegon.

You were still trying to wrap your head around what had happened as Aemond took off the cloak he was wearing over his thin shirt.

At first, the two of you were together, and Aegon watched you. Your face never turned in his direction. But even with such a simple situation, Aemond had realized how you squeezed him more than usual when you came.

After spending a few nights together, you found the courage. You turned your head towards Aegon and began to watch him.

You imagined them both next to your body. You imagined their hands sliding over your body and grasping you together.

Aegon began to run his hand over his trousers as if this was the signal he had been waiting for to do more. When your gaze shifted to between his legs, he pulled his trousers down to his hips and pulled out his cock. It was as if he was always waiting for the slightest sign from you to do more.

This went on for a few months.

During the day, you were ashamed to look at the armchair where Aegon sat. The armchair reminded you of Aegon's eyes that wouldn't leave your face when he came. You even tried to cover it with one of your dresses, but then you gave up. Even without any tangible evidence to remind you, it had happened, and you liked it.

In the evening, both of them came to your room again. Aemond had not allowed him to touch you even with the tip of his finger, and he was determined to continue to do so. Aegon was only a part of the pleasure he wanted to give you. No more was necessary than Aemond had already allowed.

But now that Aegon had seen you in every possible position with every possible ejaculation expression, it was starting to make him angry that he couldn't touch you.

If the choice had been yours, you would have stepped between them the first night they entered the room together.

Aegon had reached his breaking point after begging and being denied all night long to touch you or at least to cup your breast once. "At least let me cum on her!"

Aemond grunted and started pounding you faster. "Fine! But only on her ass." He was tired of hearing Aegon's begging.

You got even more excited when you heard what Aemond said.

Aegon moved closer to the bed. All three of you were about to cum.

Aegon couldn't stop his body from moving as he moved his hand, and the tip of his cock touched your leg with every movement.

Aegon threw his head back but quickly raised it again for fear of missing the sight before him. Your eyes locked as he quickened his hand. Aegon raised his free hand as if to reach for you, but fearing Aemond, he placed it on his leg.

You came first.

Your breathing quickened, but you held back most of your moans. Even though it had been a few months, it was still embarrassing to be exposed in front of more than one person.

Then Aemond pulled out and came on the cloth next to you.

And finally, Aegon got what he had dreamed of for months and came on your ass.

You almost shivered when you felt the warm liquid on you. You let out a loud breath.

He rested his hand on the side of the bed, and you were excited that your hands were almost touching.

Aemond turned around to get dressed, needing privacy as if the three of you hadn't just cum together.

Aegon quickly looked at Aemond, and when he was sure he couldn't see you, he ran his fingers over yours. Your eyes moved from his softened cock to his body.

When he saw that you didn't react negatively to his touch, he moved his hand to your back and stroked you gently. "You did well." he said in a low voice.

You smiled and began to study his face with dreamy eyes.

Aemond turned around and took the cloth he had just used and cleaned you.

Aegon sighed. "You couldn't leave it like that, could you?"

You didn't move. You kept lying face down. You were feeling a little tired, but the main reason for not changing your position was to avoid waking up if you were in a dream. Because if it wasn't a dream, you couldn't understand how these two men could be so interested in you. And if it was a dream, it was a long and satisfying one.

Aemond took the cloth to the bathroom and came back to you. He laid down and pulled you to him. You wore nothing, and both of them would have preferred you to be naked in front of them, even if they didn't say it out loud.

Aegon quickly put on his pants and sat down next to you.

"You do not sleep with us, Aegon," Aemond said without opening his eye. He hugged you tightly- afraid you'd disappear in his arms.

Aegon grinned. "I know, I know," he said as he ran his hands through his hair.

But in the morning, the three of you woke up with your arms around each other.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Imagine getting caught masturbating by Childe who just got home from a mission

Imagine being more down bad for Childe then me. Not possible.

Pairing: Childe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, caught masturbating, orgasm denial, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, clit stimulation, guided masturbation, name-calling

A/N: Actually, there's one Vtuber I know that more down bad for Childe then I am. Which is impressive.

It wasn't your fault, he'd been gone for longer then he said he would be

Yes, you promised to behave but when he wasn't there, when all you had was your fingers and your imagination it wasn't your fault that you let your mind wander and didn't notice him coming in

"Babe, I'm back! What the- ah babe, couldn't wait for me after all could you?" Childe smirked your way as he noticed how quickly you pulled your hand back from between your legs, "Why didn't you listen when I told to you wait. I was gonna give it to you when you got needy. But you couldn't fucking wait for me."

There was a smile on his face as he walked slowly towards you, eyes locked between your legs, to the wet mess you made on the bed

"Open your legs then. Keep going. Go on, when you couldn't wait I wanna see you get off." Your face flushed with embarrassment as you slid your hand back between your legs, rubbing your clit in slow circles, "So slow? I know you didn't just start, look at that mess. Faster! Do it for real, show me how horny you are." You let your legs fall open, dangling off the edge of the bed, "Oh now you're all yes sir and obedient. What a little whore."

You rub your clit faster for him, your legs trembling from the previous stimuli, your chest heaving as you look at the growing bulge between Childe's legs

He wasn't about to cave to you, he never caved to you, he never gave you what you wanted when you were being so pathetic and refusing to listen

"Now, instead of just rubbing your clit, I want you to put two fingers inside of you, slowly, we're just getting started." Childe took your other hand in his and sucked on your middle and ring finger, pulling them out with a wet pop, "There, should be easier now. Although from how sopping wet you are you probably didn't need it."

You started slow, in and out, knowing he was looking at your fingers, knowing he could hear your wet pussy sounds and getting turned on by it

"So sexy, so needy. Can you see how needy I am too babe? This is all for you?" Childe let his eyes close for a brief moment while he cupped his bulge, "Faster, harder, come on, I know you can do it. I've seen you do it, I've fucked you harder and faster. I know your slutty hole can take a rough pounding."

You whimpered and moaned for him, changing positions, getting on your legs to desperately ride your fingers in front of him

"Stop rubbing your clit. I know, I know you're close, but you're not gonna finish yet. Keep riding your fingers though, I like the sight of my bitch all desperate and drooling for a real cock." He stepped closer and guided your head to the front of his tenting pants, which you started moaning against and kissing the bulge almost immediately, "Needy cock slut."

Kisses got firmer and firmer against his cock, your fingers slamming against your pussy in tandem with your hips rolling downward, just waiting for Childe to say, "Go ahead." and send you over the edge, tight cunt pulsing around your fingers and messing up your thighs and the bed further

Even in your dizzy state you recognized the sound of the zipper and the taste of his cock as it pushed past your lips, "Good girl. Now enjoy your reward."

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icameheretoreadstuff · 7 months

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Kinktober day 4 - Hate sex

Pairing: Buggy x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Hate sex, swearing, Stripping, threats, Unprotected sex, Big dick kink, choking. Summary: You hate him, but you want him so bad. A/N: Masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. I just began writing and this is what I came up with ;)

You came inside an empty circus tent with a guy on a fancy chair. You had two henchmen gripping hard on both of your arms, "hands off, Fucktards!" you barked. They backed off after they saw your death stare, "Here she is boss" the other guy said to the man sitting on the throne. "leave" Buggy said and his voice was stern which made you so turned on. You saw the henchmen walk away, and then you two were completely alone. You turned around from where you saw him sitting. "Buggy the clown" you grinned "what the fuck do you want?" you said as your face turned serious. He didn't say anything. "You're the asshole who destroyes town" you said as you walked slowly over to where he sat.

He sat in the shadows, so you couldn't see him clearly. he just chuckled at your response. "fuck you, I hope you die a horrible death" you barked "What If you die first?" he asked "Wouldn't that be sad?" he said as his head tilted. "shouldn't you start crying or something now? plead for your life?" he changed his position, leaning his elbow on the right side of the armchair, staring at you. "You want to kill me? go right ahead jerk" you said like you didnt care. "Why don't you start telling me how you want to kill me" you asked him, he didn't answer, but you could se he was grinning. "Cause I know how I would kill you" you grinned. "shoot you in the head, dead in seconds" he anwerd in a low voice. "Pin you down and chop your head off" he laughed of his own reply.

You caught him staring at your body as he licked his lips, and then he leaned back in his chair. He was staring at you and your body liked it, you felt electricity shoot around in your body, making your breath a little uneven for a second. You looked up at the tent and exhaled silently, trying to tell your body to stop liking the way he was staring at you. You started to get images of things you wanted him to do to you and you to him, but you shaked them off and looked down from the roof. "You have hurt so many people, you suck" you said and looked around you, trying to see an exit, just in case. "There's no escape, don't worry" he chuckled, then his face turned serious "you're safe here" he said and grinned "Until I decide youre not" He leaned forward to the light and winked. "What If I don't want to escape?" you said, waiting for an reaction.

He shoot up one of his eyebrows as he smiled and shaked his head, but curious about where you were going with this. "What If I want to be here and cause you unbalivable pain?" you grinned "That would be so much fun to see you squirm!" you fake laughed for a second and then fake dried a tear away from your eye, then you gave him a deathstare. But he just grinned and continued to watch you, intrigued by you. "Maybe you would cry?" you said unsure and walked closer to him. "Maybe your entire mood would change, just before I kill you?" you said and tilted your head to the side as you placed your foot between his thighs.

He didn't react, he just looked serious at you- He continued to stare at you after a second, then the corner of his smile tilted a little. Your top was showing off your tits, He couldn't help but stare as he licked his lips dry and stared at you lips. You started to slowly take off the strap on your singlet. "Maybe you would beg for your life?" you said and your heart started to pound of how close you were standing him. He looked at your naked shoulder, wanting to touch it, maybe playfully bite it. He smelled suprisingly good, which was so wrong.

You hate him? what the fuck is going on? He smelled like something sweet? You were shocked, he of all people in the world, HE was the one who was turning you on? You leaned closer to his ear and licked it playfully. He hummed in response and shifted his eyes on you. "Maybe" he whispered, his voice was raspy, which made your clit ache. "Maybe you would even plead?" you whispered into his ear and playfully took a bit of his ear. "But you hate me?" he asked confused but with a smile on his face.

You walked a couple of steps back and threw off your shirt at him. Your bra was still on but his head fell back "Why dont you tell me more?" he asked you, daring you to continue. "What If I killed you with a knife I was hiding?" you winked. "You don't have any knives on you" he reasured me. "that you know off" you grinned. "You can't cut me, darlin" he said in a raspy voice, he should shut up because your body got shivers everytime he talked like this. "Shut up" you whispered. You opened your zipper and slowly dragged your skirt off to your hips and stopped just above your clit, so he could see your thong. "I could snap your neck" you winked at him, "You could try" he flirted as he changed his position, feeling his boulder revealing him.

You let your skirt fall down, like a puddle on the floor and stepped out of it. He hummed as he stared at your thong. "I could stab you in your eye" you chuckled, and walked closer and straddled him. His body under you felt so good, his boulder was big and warm. Your hips couldn’t help it and automaticly thrusted to feel some friction. You couldn't fight it anymore, you hated his guts but he was turning you on so fucking bad you just had to go along with this. You smacked him hard, which he gave you no response and then you kissed him hard. His lips was so warm. He kissed you deeply back and his hands held you tight around your waist, feeling his boulder causing you to moan, his toungue felt so unbalivable good against yours. He looked at you and his breaths was deep and slow, his chest rising as his boulder sent more and more vibration to your clit. He started to smile like an idiot "Im gonna fuck you." you said simple. He grinned at your response. "You're gonna fuck me?" he chuckled "I think you want to do more than just fuck me darling" he winked.

You couldn't help yourself so you went on instinct. Your hand felt like a magnet to his boulder, feeling his big boulder made you so wet. "You like what youre feeling?" he said in a low raspy voice as he stared into your eyes. "You want to see my cock?" he said as he licked his lips "suck it?". His strong boulder was turning you on so bad, you just wanted to get on your knees and fill your mouth up with his big cock. "I'm going to fuck some sence into you" You said simple and opened his belt and opened his zipper, "then I think youre gonna have to fuck me more than once, if that's your plan" he flirted. "Even then" he said and shaked his head and chuckled. You stepped off him and dragged down his pants in one movement. He just grinned when he saw the look on your face. His large dick bounced out of his pants. His throbbing dick was teasing you, making you so horny you felt your body start to shake of excitement.

You looked up at him, not breaking the eye contact once. You wanted to see him, hear his gasp and sounds, you wanted to see this asshole enjoy himself. You wanted to make him cum so good. You wanted him to make you feel good. You grabbed his dick and tried to inhale his length into your mouth in one try but he was too large, you took your free hand and jerked him off while trying to suck him. All the sounds you were making was driving him crazy, he began to hum and trying to hold back moans, but failing. "Maybe I will get decent orgasm out of you" you saidand walked off him and took off your thong and bra, throwing them at him.

He shaked his head "shut up and just fuck me already" he said in a low voice. "shut up" you barked and sat back down ontop of him and slowly placing the tip of his length outside of your clit. "Youre not gonna kill me so stop acting tough" he said and panted slowly, He grabbed your thighs and placed his hands slowly on your ass. "I hate you so much" you said as you placed his length inside you, trying to let his cock fill you up. He was so large so it started to hurt a little but It felt so good at the same time. You began to ride him slowly, It hurt but felt so good. "you are so funny" he grinned and began to choke you lightly.

You moaned and started to ride him "I hate you" you moaned, He grunted as he leaned back and stared at your movement. "Youre kinda cute thinking you stand a chance of killing me!" he grinned and spanked your ass with his free hand. You grinned and chocked him back. "I got you just where I want, asshole" you grinned and moved your position a little better, moved your legs so you got more controll. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

You grabbed his hat and threw it away and then you ripped open his vest an his shirt underneath, revealing his muscles underneath. You grinned at him when he threw off his jacket. His hips began to move up and down slowly. His tie was still on him so you grabbed it and started to ride him back while grinning. You both had an perfect rythum going on and it was annoying as hell. "Fuck you so much" you said as your eyes rolled back in your head. Your body was on fire, and his body felt so good around you.

His hands moved slowly down to your hips. He was so warm and was now completely naked. He moaned and moved his hands up to your tits and pinched them lightly and the other one he moved down to your clit and began to move his finger on your upper clit in circles. His head flew back and his hips started to thrust harder up into you. "I hate you so much" you moaned and gripped tighter around his tie. "Y/N" he moaned, and moved his hands on your hips and spanked your ass with his other hand "Fuck you" you said and moaned back, feeling orgasm coming close.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips hard and began to thrust hard up into you, "hate you" you continued to say while he was thrusting so hard into you until you hit climax. "Fuck" he moaned and slipped out his length out of you and climaxed. He panted while he grinned "what now?" He asked you. You just sighed and shaked your head in defeat, defeat if his dick. You looked at his cock and grinned. "Oh fuck it" you grinned and crashed your lips into his. "Your Dick is too good"

#buggy smut #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #one piece smut #kinktober 2023 #english is not my first language

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The attacks did not stop at the one.

After the third attack, Lucifer decided it was time to take a more proactive approach. Knowing that Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, was at the Hotel and more than willing to literally eat their attackers alive wasn't serving as enough of a deterrent.

It looked like they were going to need a bigger reminder about who all resided in the hotel.

Unfortunately, they didn't know who was behind the attacks. Lucifer had snagged someone during each of the attacks, and each time, the story was the same: the group had received a call to go roughen up the residents of the hotel, but no names were ever given.

It was smart. Annoying, but smart.

Frustrated, Lucifer tossed the last of this round of goons to Alastor (and if the action mimicked tossing a dog a treat, well, no one had called him on it, yet). The redhead hummed in pleasure at his work, the sound somehow soothing rather than grating through his radio filter.

The King of Hell watched him, considering. Their opponent knew Alastor was here. Was wary enough of him not to give them any names. The skill levels of the goons were getting better, but they were still no match, really, for either of them.

The only one he truly knew to any capacity was Alastor, and he doubted the redhead was behind this. Alastor wasn't about to undermine the hotel he was so very obviously invested in, even if it was only for his own 'entertainment.'

It was most likely it was another one of those Overlords. Lucifer had only met a couple of them. Hadn't really paid attention to the politics since the system was just starting to get off the ground. He knew Carmilla Carmine for all that he hadn't seen her in nearly two decades. Their connection had been deliberately buried until only Carmilla, Lilith, and himself knew about it anymore.

He had met Zestial, only the once, but that had been back when the spider Overlord was young and new to his position. That must have been... three or four hundred years ago?

Which meant that enlisting Alastor's help was his best bet, something he absolutely did not want to do. Lucifer had managed to avoid anything more than a gentleman's agreement the last time they'd done anything transactional because Alastor had wanted his chance at a pound of flesh more than he wanted to escalate the tensions between them.

Asking for his help with an investigation, something that was going to take potentially a large amount of time and energy, was going to be costly.

Lucifer grimaced. At this stage, he was going to have to try it keep any transactions as one-off as possible. One time deals with a clear give and take. No loop holes or vague details.

Alastor, who had returned back to his usual form, watched him, having picked up on the change in mood. He appeared to be in a good mood, having just had a rather large meal and all.

Well, no better time to do this.

Lucifer lightly touched down in front him, just out of arm's reach. The distance seemed to amuse the deer demon, further adding to the hypothesis that he was closer to an agreeable mood than usual.

"May I speak with you. In private?" Lucifer grit his teeth, but forced out a polite, "Please?"

Alastor considered him. "I assume it's about this latest round of nonsense?"

"Yes, but." Lucifer glanced behind him. Charlie and the rest of the residents were watching them from the doorway, always ready to step in if needed. He turned back to the redhead. "I would prefer to have this discussion in private. If you feel better with it, we can discuss it in your room."

It was probably a little telling, giving up the familiar ground again, but he felt it was still the most likely place to keep Alastor agreeable.

Alastor hummed, placing his hands behind his back as he began the short walk back to the hotel. Lucifer came up to walk beside him, keeping his distance but forced to stay a little closer for the sake of privacy.

The redhead's smile was knowing, aware of what he was doing. "Very well, your Magesty. Perhaps after we send everyone back on their way?"

It was a subtle way of asking how public Lucifer wanted anyone to know about their meeting. "Later tonight, after everyone has gone to bed."

People were likely going to see them working together at some point, but he'd rather postpone that mess as long as possible.

Alastor's smile took on a hint of teeth, eyes half lidded with the promise of seeing something amusing. "I look forward to our chat, then."

Oh, Lucifer bet he did.

Lucifer put it out of his mind, surrendering himself to Charlie's inspection. The wound to his hand was long gone and not even a concern any more, but it seemed his daughter was still shaken by the fact that her father was just as vulnerable to Angelic Steel as her girlfriend was.

He spent the majority of the rest of the day in her company, something that had brought her comfort after the last fight, only escaping her clutches when she and Vaggie decided to call it a night.

"Night, Dad! Remember to take it easy tonight," she called over to him as she headed out.

Lucifer and Vaggie shared a look. The latter, taking pity on the former, took hold of Charlie's arms and began leading her away. "Yes, yes, he got the message. You're smothering him."

Lucifer heard his daughter gasp and he caught a glimpse of a fretting expression on her face before she was led around the corner. "He needs fretting!" he thought he heard her exclaim before she was too far out of earshot.

The blond knew he had a dopey smile on his face, but he was just so happy to get to spend as much time with her as he had been getting lately. He just wanted to soak it all up before she got tired of him and no longer needed him anymore.

"You need anything else, sir?"

Lucifer twisted around to face the bar, remembering the drink in his hand. He'd felt like something non-alcoholic tonight (he needed all of his wits to survive tonight), and since a wider variety of drinks had been added to the menu, he'd thought he'd indulge. "Nah, but thanks, Husk. Don't stay up on my account. I'll clean my glass before I leave."

The winged cat grunted. He finished up the final glass he'd been cleaning, placing it with the others. "Don't have to tell me twice. Night, sir."

Lucifer waved him off. They really did need to work on the 'sir' part, but Husk was as stubborn as the rest of them.

The hotel began to settle as one hour passed, then the next. When he could no longer hear and movement, he downed the rest of his drink. It didn't taste as good at room temperature, but there was no need to waste it. A little twirl of his finger and a touch of magic, the glass was as good as new.

He placed the glass in its designated spot behind the counter. He took a deep, steading breathe, resisting the urge to put this off. Better to get it over with.

Red smoke swirled around him as he transported him straight out of the lobby and up to Alastor's room. He didn't want to take any chances that someone would see him coming and going. He reappeared as close to the entrance of the room as he could, as to not impolite intrude more than he already was. Normally, he wouldn't care, but, again. Playing nice.

He looked around until he spotted his quarry over by the fireplace, still fully dressed as normal and sipping who knew what.

"Ah, sire, I was beginning to wonder if you'd keep me waiting." Alastor gestured to the small table set out between his chair and a second chair to entertain guests. "You'll have to forgive me. Your tea has likely gone cold, but I expected you an hour ago." His smile wasn't sorry in the least.

Well, so much for being in an agreeable mood.

Lucifer crossed the room to the vacant chair. He dropped into it, ignoring the drink. He wouldn't have accepted anything from the cannibal at this stage in their acquaintance anyway. "I'd like some information on the current Overlords."

Alastor placed his cup on the saucer resting on his lap. "Ah! Straight to business. Good, man." The redhead looked his guest up and down. "And what have you to offer in exchange for this information?"

Lucifer settled into his seat, crossing one leg over the other, as he lounged to the side. His elbow came to rest on the arm rest. "You tell me what you want and I'll tell you if I'm willing to pay it."

Alastor's eyes took on a golden glow, pupils morphing into dials. "You'll uphold the bargain, even if I don't have all the information you want?"

He hated to do it, but, "Yes."

The deer demon leaned forward. "This will be a binding deal, not an agreement."

Just as he thought. The blond responded, again, "Yes."

Alastor's body language shifted. Something sinister, never quite buried and never hidden well rising to the surface. Lucifer could almost see him considering his options, weighing each one in turn.

Finally, he settled on, "Your blood, taken at a time of my choosing."

Lucifer didn't wince, although he wanted to. He sighed, nodding. "One time. No ongoing feedings. We don't do it in public. If I need anything else from you after this, we can negotiate any terms at that time."

Alastor placed his cup and saucer on the table. "Also, you take on that delightful deer form of yours, and I get to feed until I'm full. No retaliation."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him, noting the word 'full.' "Can you actually get full? I know you're not a real windigo, but I can see the influences."

A red tipped claw waved the concern off. "Despite all appearances to the contrary, I am not a 'bottomless pit.'" Alastor did not actually use finger quotes around the phrase, which he seemed to find distasteful, but Lucifer heard them anyway. Someone had used this phrase against him in the past. "It simply takes a rather large meal to sate my appetite."

His grin widened with anticipation and a touch of excitement. "Whatever you seraphim are made of, your blood was exceptionally potent! I was very nearly full off of it all by itself."

Lucifer shuddered, even as he matched Alastor's grin with near manic one of his own. He certainly hoped it would be. Fallen or not, he was still one of his father's most powerful creations. "Your terms are acceptable."

Alastor held out his hand, the shadows that made up his magic unnaturally darkening the room. The stitches along his coat and smile cast a sickly green glow across his person. "I take it we have a deal?"

Lucifer felt his true form come over him. He didn't allow himself to hesitate. He reached out and took the Radio Demon's hand.

"Deal."

Shadows lit by green symbols spread out across the room and down into the hotel. The foundation creeked with the power of the binding being cast around the deal makers. If this had been the original building, it would have crumbled.

(Down in their rooms, the other residents shifted uneasily in their sleep. Husk, the only one still awake, stared at the ceiling in grim trepidation as evidence of his master's newest deal lit up his room.)

The magic faded away as they drew their hands away. Lucifer could feel the weight of the chain settle around his neck. Could see the other end of it wrapping around Alastor's hands, laying in wait for him to call in it.

It was not the most pleased he'd ever seen the Radio Demon, but it was close.

Alastor, sometimes capable of pretending to be meciful, let the chain disappear. He picked back up his drink, prompting, "You had some questions, your Majesty?"

Lucifer pressed his lips together briefly. He hated the way Alastor said his title on a good day. Knew he did it just to annoy him. Usually, he let it slide. Perhaps it was the new weight around his throat and the delight in every line of Alastor's body that made it grate this time.

He forced himself to relax.

"Tell me about the current Overlords. The territories they hold. What alliances they have."

Alastor leaned back in his own seat, making himself comfortable. "Well, if we're going to talk about anyone, we must start the esteemed, Zestial..." The radio host indeed proved to be knowledgeable in this area, providing concise and easy to follow information whenever Lucifer asked for clarification.

For instance: "Carmilla Carmine?" Lucifer had had ample practice with pretending he had never the Overlord. There was nothing in his tone to give it away. "She was the one that provided the weapons Angel and the others used, yes?"

"Yes." Alastor tilted his head to the side. "I must admit, I'm a little surprised you're not more concerned about how much Angel Steel there is laying around. It might be expensive, but it's certainly everywhere. Isn't it a danger to you and your daughter?"

It was only the fact that there wasn't any audible malice to the question, just the sense that the redhead was poking to see if Lucifer would be willing to share the information, that held his knee jerk response in check. This was, indeed, a Q&A for Lucifer to question and Alastor to answer. There was little reason to give anything away in this instance.

Ultimately, the blond settled on letting him have this, as the redhead had already seen him bleed.

Lucifer held up the hand that had been impaled. Alastor's eyes followed the movement, focusing in on the line of slightly lighter grey that was all that remained of the wound. It was darker than it had been just yesterday and would be darker still tomorrow. "Angelic Steel holds little threat to me or to Charlie." It might have, had she been a Nephilim born of the union between an ordinary angel and human, but as one born of a seraphim and the first woman? Not a chance. "It can hurt us, but it's little more of an inconvenience."

Now, if someone where to get their hands on Charlie's trident and attack her with it? Well. No one needed to know that.

Alastor made that humming noise he made when he was digesting a new tidbit of information. He picked up his narrative, going on to explain the alliance between himself and various other Overlords. From the way he spoke of her, Lucifer got the impression that Alastor actually liked this 'Rosie' character, while he just as clearly did not like the Vees, which was apparently the handle for a group of three separate Overlords.

He didn't realize he knew more Overlord names than he thought he did, until he recognized another name. "Valentino. He's the one that Angel has a contract with?"

Alastor nodded. "Yes. To my understanding, Valentino owns Angel's soul, but can only exert any control over him while in the studio. Seems a silly little loop hole, if you ask me."

The nonchalance, the so little care for Angel's clear suffering was a stark reminder that Alastor himself was an Overlord with his own souls. Lucifer frowned at him, a little of his contempt bleeding into his tone, as he accused, "A loop hole I'm sure you'd never allow your own souls, hm?"

Alastor laughed. "Ha ha! Oh no! Not at all. Any soul I own, it's total and complete." He smirked back in the face of Lucifer's disgust. "But I mostly deal with favors, more so than souls. I like to do little things for others, and later, at a time of my choosing, they do something for me." His expression grew thoughtful. "Why, cashing in a few of my favors is how I got that silly little advertisement for the hotel on the air. I'm sure you've gotten around to seeing it by now, yes?"

Lucifer felt his irritation simmering below the surface. Only allowed the sharpening of the claws he wanted to use to wipe that smug little grin off Alastor's face be the only indication of it. He pushed the conversation on, instead of letting the sinner have the point. "And do you hold territory?"

The Radio Demon held up his hands to bring attention the room as a whole. "Oh, nothing like that. My tower is more than enough, although I do get a bit possessive with the hotel itself, since I've invested so much time and energy into it." He pointed to the radio on the shelf behind him. "I don't really need more when I can reach anywhere with a radio on hand. My favors owed do a great deal of the work of covering any gaps in my coverage."

Lucifer remembered him mentioning he had a talk show. Now that it was brought up, he recalled seeing several of the old fashioned radios around the hotel. Charlie had one in her room and there was one in the main foyer. He had been thinking of adding one into his room, but hadn't gotten around to it.

Suddenly, he wasn't so sure that was a great idea. Perhaps he could sneak out the one in Charlie's room the next time he was in there?

He gestured for the other to continue. When Alastor finished, Lucifer took a moment to chew on the information he had been given. It was a good start, better than where he was at the beginning of the day. But it didn't really narrow anything down.

"Do you know of anyone in particular who might feel threatened by what the hotel is trying to accomplish?"

Alastor laughed, finding the question a bit absurd. "Any of us might find it threatening, my dear king. Our deals and our reputations are our most powerful tools. The possibility that souls can be redeemed means that those deals might be broken which threatens our power."

Lucifer supposed it was too easy, if there had been an simple response to that question. Alastor surprised him, though, when he added, "Really, I don't know why anyone is worried about the hotel, when supposedly you're a bigger threat yourself."

The blond frowned, attention sharpening. "What? Me? What do I have to do with any of that?"

Alastor's posture was as languid as it had been since he had settled in. Nothing on the surface seemed to have changed, but Lucifer could feel the weight of his gaze as he explained, "Oh, you know. That silly legend that's been hanging around."

Lucifer blinked at him, baffled. "What legend?"

"The one that says you can break deals."

Unbidden, a memory rose to the surface. Of himself standing above a sinner kneeling at the base of his throne. The sound of the shattering of their chain and the tinkling sound as the links hit the floor - once, twice - and then vanished. It had been the last time he'd ever interfered in the drama between sinners. Lucifer blinked, the memory vanishing like smoke.

He almost dismissed it. Almost let the truth die and remain a myth. Something about the way Alastor was watching him held him back. Whispered: this is important.

Telegraphing the movement, the Devil raised his free hand. Seeing he had the Radio Demon's full attention, he flicked the chain that represented their Deal, putting a little power into it to force the chain to materialize.

Alastor jolted, spine straightening and ears standing on end, half looking like he had received an electric shock.

Lucifer lowered his hand, letting the chain disappear. "I can't break deals I've made, if that's what you're worried about."

The redhead rolled the wrist his end of the chain was wrapped around, trying to work some feeling back into the suddenly numb limb. He still looked amused, but only by the skin of his teeth. "Come now, it's like you think I was accusing you of being dishonorable!" He visibly pulled his undaunted mask back into place. "I was merely asking if you could break other people's deals!"

Uh huh. Sure he was.

Still. With the same level of casualness, Lucifer straightened from his slouch. Dominant hand freed, he used it to reach out and pluck a different chain right out of thin air.

Alastor's eyes widened fully from the normal half-lidded state. One side of the chain was wrapped around the redhead's wrist, showing him the owner of the Deal. The other side trailed off under the door and out of the room.

If one were to follow it to its other end, they would have found themselves standing outside of Husk's door.

Lucifer watched Alastor, the latter's eyes glued to the former's grip on the chain. Anticipation was evident in Alastor's expression, but it was a little harder to parse out the other emotion in there.

Hope.

But hope of what?

Lucifer tightened his grip, testing the strength (Alastor's strength) of the Deal. The links creaked and groaned under his own power and he found that it would be easy to break them.

Instead of breaking them, however, he released the chain instead.

Alastor's left ear twitched, expression growing rigid, as if he had forgotten he was being watched. Something related to disappointment, but not quite, crossed it before curiosity took it's place. "You didn't break it?"

"Husk is an adult and he made his own choices. Contrary to popular belief, I do appreciate consequences." Perhaps Lucifer would be willing to change his stance on the subject in the future - he was growing attached to the members of the hotel, besides Charlie and Vaggie, by default. He certainly would if Charlie ever asked him to. "Besides, I'm not in the market to make anymore of an enemy out of you tonight than you already are."

There was that familiar amusement again. "Oh? Does that mean I'm growing on you, sire?"

Lucifer shuddered, waving the idea away like the smell of it was something foul and putrid, which only seemed to amuse Alastor some more. "Er, no. Absolutely not. Father, you're so lucky Charlie likes you."

"Indeed." Alastor looked to the clock on top of his fireplace, which drew Lucifer's attention to it.

Egad, Lucifer thought to himself as he saw the time, when did it get so late?

"Did you have any other questions for me, sire?"

Lucifer was both closer to his goal and yet further away from it than when they started. It did indeed seem like an Overlord was responsible for the attacks, but it was unlikely that this line of inquiry would bear any more fruit.

He sighed. He didn't like what he was about to do, but it had to be done anyway. "No, I don't have any future questions at this time."

Both sides felt the redhead's side of the Deal closing, Alastor's end fulfilled. His hands flexed around the feel of the chain and then settled. Perfectly polite, he said, "Splendid! Fancy doing business with you. You don't mind if we call this a night, then?"

Lucifer didn't want to poke that bear, but he couldn't help but ask: "You're not going to cash in your deal tonight?"

The Radio Demon looked at him, knowing he was really asking it so that they could get it over with as soon as possible. "Nonsense! I've already eaten a hardy meal today." Alastor grinned from ear to ear, looking for all the world like he was talking about a 5 Star restaurant's menu and not about drinking someone's blood straight from the source. "I'd much rather reserve this meal to a time I could enjoy it to the fullest."

Lucifer grimaced. Cannibals. Either way, the desire to not have those teeth in this neck tonight won over the need to get this over with and he decided that he was not, in fact, going to look that gift horse in the mouth that night. "Whelp, good talk!" The little king sprung to his feet. To avoid turning his back on the creature that literally had license to take a bite out of him, he decided he was just going to portal out. "Uh, let me know when you want to, uh, do the thing."

As he portalled out, he heard Alastor drawl, tone heavy with dark promise, "I most certainly will."

tbc

Part 6

#radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #deer lucifer fic #deer lucifer who is not actually appearing in this chapter #he will be back in the next part #along with some dancing?#the muses think there will be dancing #i don't know how far this plot will go #i might just resolve it off screen after its served its purpose #we'll see #i liked the idea that lucifer could break deals other than his own #so i decided to incorporate it #it'll be of use later #:)

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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.

A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!

"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s.

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks.

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions.

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided.

"Thank you." You smile.

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you.

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling.

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again.

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party.

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying."

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle.

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks.

Ouch.

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?"

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs.

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move.

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor.

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong.

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces.

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening.

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it.

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about.

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup.

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him.

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance.

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous.

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile.

"That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you.

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa.

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers.

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked.

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body.

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you.

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred.

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun."

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours.

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you.

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again.

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real.

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again.

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face.

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said.

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you.

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him?

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge.

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it.

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her.

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door.

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice.

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask.

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you.

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands.

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face.

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.”

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit.

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before.

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles.

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off.

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun, wrapping her arm around him.

“I’m his fiancee.”

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subbmissivesuccubus · 8 months

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H-L ( Part 2)

Content : Rengoku X Fem Reader X Uzui. NSFW one shots.

A-Z prompts, part 1~

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rengoku grooms himself well, a neat patch of hair on his abdomen that matches the red and yellow pattern of the hair on his head. It made him a bit flustered the first time you saw it, your eyes widening as you didn't realize you were just staring at this man's dick. Uzui is completely clean shaven, not a hair on his body as he finds it more comfortable and gets to show off his physique more flamboyantly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The intimate moments while you're getting you back blown out by two amazing men always made your head spin more so than their thick cocks splitting you open. Rengoku is very romantic and it came as no surprise to you. Even when he's rough with you, pulling the leash of your collar and lightly choking you as his hips continue to piston into your pussy from behind, he manages to keep the romance going. "Oh, angel~ You're my perfect wife~ How did I get so lucky, hmm?" Definitely more of a kisser, his lips on you as much as possible. He loves kissing your lips of course, his favorite thing to do as you fuck, swallowing down the moans and whines he gets out of you. But as he kisses you, Uzui is also working hard to distract you away from Rengoku, pulling your chin away from the flame Hashira so he can take them instead. The romantic aspect of your time with Uzui depends on his mood. One moment he's peppering your face with kisses as he makes love to you and the next second he's pistoning his cock into you like a mad man, growling degrading filth. Uzui is either at a zero or a hundred and there's no in between. It sometimes gives you whiplash on how last night he was so sweet and intimate with you that it almost made you cry but tonight, he's got you in a mating press, a blindfold over your eyes and a gag in your mouth as he pounds your pussy, growling as he fucks you into next week.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With his numerous partners, Uzui sometimes forgets how enjoyable it is to jerk off. He'd always prefer to sleep with you or his wives but in cases where he's alone, out on missions, or sometimes even when there's free time while lounging around in an inn, he'll whip his cock out and start pumping. To help him along, he has four pictures, one for each of his partners in very sexy positions- yours in particular was of you on the bed, looking into the camera lens as it captured Uzui's cum dripping out of your pussy, hickies and bite marks littering your beautiful skin. He'd hold the photo with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other, working his fat cock as he pumped up and down, his mind wandering and thinking of all the filthy, nasty things he was going to do to you once whatever mission he was on was completed. He's definitely a man who buys erotica, a man of culture who appreciates the work that goes into writing a steamy piece of fiction and he has absolutely jerked his cock while he reads, picturing himself and you undertaking the sexual acts described within the pages. Depending on how pent up he is and what materials he uses to help him along, he'll either cum in minutes or it takes an hour- but either way- he's having a good time.

Rengoku didn't understand the point of masturbating. If he had a lover and they had an active sexlife- why waste his seed on his hand when he can instead pump it deep inside of them? But his viewpoint changed when he met you. All three of you being high profiled demon slayers meant many missions and nights without each other which made the man finally understand the desperation to feel pleasure.

Rengoku, at one point, got so desperate for release that he didn't even make it to the inn. He saw a glimpse of you and your team rushing to another destination to slay demons, passing through the area that he just finished cleaning up. The two of you made eye contact, the first time seeing each other in two weeks and immediately, he felt his cock throb with need. It didn't help that you had subtly separated from your team secretly to quickly run upto him to give him a kiss before running back to your team, a peck that barely lasted a second and that made his desire for you to grow tenfold. It took everything within him to not simply grab you and take you to bed- his responsibility as a demon slayer stopping him from keeping you be his side. Once you were gone- and he is ashamed of this- he found a dark corner in an alleyway and jerked himself off, biting the collar of his uniform to keep his grunts and moans of your name from escaping his lips. Just something about seeing your beautiful face and perfect body and feeling your soft lips pressed against his made his cock instantly harden. Fisting his cock, he keeps his senses sharp to make sure no one would walk in on him furiously jerking off, Rengoku trying his best to imitate your movements as he closed his eyes, picturing you jerking his cock instead. Post nut clarity hit him hard when he was cleaning his cum off the walls, a deep blush on his face as he got embarrassed, but he just couldn't help himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Rengoku has a breeding kink because of course he does. He strives to one day have a wonderful family with a beautiful wife and an army of healthy, happy children. He can't wait for the day he becomes a father and of course, raise his children along with their stunning mother. He tries to push down this side of him as you two aren't married (yet) but one time he accidentally came inside you and the image of his cum dripping out of your pussy pushed him over the edge. Now, he doesn't care. He just can't have sex with you without dumping load after load into your pussy. He'll sometimes overstimulate himself, refusing to stop until his cock is weeping for a break, balls drained of every drop as he floods your womb with his seed. His favorite position is the mating press and fucking you from behind. Anything that can get his cock deep inside you to fill you up will always be his go to position. Legs pressed against you ear as he fucks into you vigorously, balls slapping against your pussy or with you face down, ass up, Rengoku having a bruising grip on your hips as he pounds you from behind, your ass jiggling with every thrust- nothing can beat it. He'll whisper the most wholesome things into your ear while having filthy, filthy sex, the contrast of the two giving you whiplash. "I can't wait to start a family with you!" he'll say as he pushes your face against the mattress, muffling your moans as he pounds you from behind. "I want a baby girl that looks like you~" he'd grown into your ear as he takes you against the wall, his cum dripping out of your pussy and onto the floor. "I want to make you a Mommy- make me a Daddy- just marry me already!" he'd say as he pistons his cock into you, hands pushing the back of your knees harder, folding you in half as he aimed to dump another load inside you. You get the idea.

Uzui loves making you cry. Tears of frustration prickling your face turns him on to no end. His favorite way to break you down is by overstimulating you or edging you. Over stimulation tends to occur fairly often thanks to his and Rengoku's high sex drive- they end up leaving you a fucked out mess, body trembling and pussy twitching from how many orgasms you experienced. But he edges you on the days you're particularly naughty and bratty. He punishes you by taking you right to the edge before pulling you away, ruining orgasm after orgasm until you're begging him, apologizing for being naughty with tears in your eyes, pussy a bright red from how many time's he's spanked it to ruin your climax. If he feels like you've learned your lesson, he'll lie you down and eat your pussy out, his hot and talented tongue finally making you orgasm. If he isn't feeling very nice, he isn't above leaving you without any release for the whole night, the sight of you sobbing and pathetic stored in his brain forever, to be used as fuel for future jack off sessions.

He also has a size kink because of course he does. A tall, muscular hunk of a man- he loves how tiny you are compared to him. He could cum in his pants with just the image of manhandling you into whatever position he wants with one hand, always towering over you, his body keeping you at his mercy. He also has a breeding kink (although not as intense as Rengoku's) and he loves it when he cums too much and his seed seeps between the gaps of his cock plugging your pussy, dripping down your body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

For Rengoku, even though it's quite boring, it is the bedroom. Nothing beats being with his lover in the privacy of his own room, surrounded by four walls with nothing to distract them as he takes you. It's simple, but effective and gives him all the freedom to go all night long without any interruptions.

Uzui is an equal opportunity slut and so, his favorite place to have sex is anywhere at anytime. In a bedroom? The perfect place to take your time and make sweet, passionate love. In the forest? What better place to breed you like an animal than to be surrounded by mother nature. Hot springs? It washes away the juices while your having sex- very efficient he'd say. In an alleyway minutes before you need to leave for a mission? Makes it all the more exciting!

You get the idea~

#subby writes #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #kny uzui #rengoku smut #rengoku #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader x uzui #demon slayer uzui #uzui x reader #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #uzui smut

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i-heart-slashers · 10 days

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FOLLOW THE RULES | Brahms Heelshire

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧�� | Brahms Hellshire x female!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | Your car breaking down was the worst of your worries until it wasn't.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | imprisonment

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This was something I wrote and posted two years ago but I deleted that account and didn't realize it made that post unreadable. So if you see this one and the 'broken' one they're both written by me.

As another lightning bolt struck the dark blue sky, you quickly ducked into the large manor. This wasn't what you had in mind when you set off for a one-person road trip to have your car break down and get lost.

"Hello?" In case you were breaking into someone's, you called out into the quiet home, but it seemed too silent to be inhabited.

The cobwebs and dust were more than enough to make you realize that the place had been abandoned, not that you were sure why it looked like a beautiful manor.

"Greta?". A small, sad child's voice called out, making you gasp. Were they alone? Did they need your help? You had just quit your babysitting job to travel, so you were good with kids.

"Hello?" You called out again as you made your way upstairs and followed the child's voice. Your breath catches in your throat when a tall man walks out of the shadows.

"You're not Greta!".

You froze in your spot as the man, well over 6 feet tall, stepped into the slither of light made by the moon through the windows. The porcelain mask on his face hid all his features well except for the dark, rage-filled eyes.

"Get out!" a guttural growl escaped his lips as he began to stalk towards you. The fury in his eyes never changed; instead, they seemed to get darker when you put your arm out in front of you protectively and tried to back away.

"Please! I just need some help," You stutter, taking steps backward as he moves closer. "My car broke down, and I-" your words were cut short by a growl and the man lunging towards you aggressively.

Letting out a terrified gasp, you quickly turned on your heel and ran into the closest room to you. Slamming the door shut, you locked it just in time as fists began pounding on the door.

The man outside the door sounded feral, and his angry growls only worsened. This was nothing like the childlike voice you had heard before.

Sliding down the door, you sobbed, wrapping your arms around yourself before realizing that the noise was now gone. It was completely silent, almost as if it never happened.

You would have talked yourself into believing it was some type of delusion from being cold and soaked to the bone. Until the wall in the closet slowly started to slide open.

Screaming, you threw yourself at the closet door and locked that shut as you wedged the dresser against it.

Between your scared crying and the furious banging, it almost sounded like the whole house was vibrating, or maybe it was just because your entire body was shaking in fear.

"Please-" you begged through the door as you curled into yourself, hoping the man would see sense and stop so you could quickly exit, leaving this crazed man's home.

Glancing around the ransacked room, you guessed that this wasn't the first time this had happened.

Sitting in front of the dresser, you used yourself as another block and dropped your head onto your knees. Then, as the sounds of the man's banging stopped, you cried to yourself.

You knew he was still in there because of the creaky floorboards being pressed as he moved around.

It was almost as if he was listening to your pathetic crying.

Coming to you lifted your head up from your knees quickly with a groan from passing out in an awkward position and still being a bit damp from the torrential rain outside.

Glancing around, you remembered what happened and where you were. You must have fallen asleep waiting for the man to leave you alone.

Halting yourself, you tried to listen for any sounds in the big house, even the tiniest of creaks, but there was nothing, only the sound of rain pouring. This was your chance to get out while you still could.

Standing up slowly, you tried to pick your feet up quietly and walk with a lighter step. Almost as if you were a teenager trying to sneak out while your parents were sleeping, but this was nothing like all those times.

Opening the bedroom door slowly, you peeked around the door for any crazed men. But he was still nowhere to be seen; your next step was to look for a weapon.

Unfortunately for you, the only items in the room were messy clothes, women's toiletries, and a used hairbrush.

Resigning yourself to having no form of a defense weapon, you trudged on, hoping you wouldn't need the weapon in the first place. The man was taller and much bigger than you.

He would win any fight you might have.

Slowly making your way through the hallway, you prayed on every and any god that came to mind for help as you carefully tiptoed down the stairs, trying to avoid any old floorboards that would alert your attacker to you.

The silence was killing you more than knowing that somewhere, a masked lunatic was lurking. Undoubtedly, he knew every hiding spot in the big manor, and it seemed he had hidden doors around, too.

Seeing the manor door insight, you almost cried in relief as you picked up the pace and rushed towards the door, ready to swing it open and run for your life.

You had no idea where you would go from here, but at least you would be away from this place.

Reaching for the door handle, your stomach dropped when it didn't budge. Tugging on it and urgently shaking it, you realize the man had locked you in with him.

"No, no, no," you whined pitifully as you tried to force the door open. Your face felt heavy with tears while you desperately searched the door for any lock you might have forgotten to open.

Seeing nothing, you ran your hand down the wood until it reached the brass key lock and let out a shocked, laughing sob. He had locked it with a key.

There was no way for you to get out this way without it.

You heard noises behind you as you were about to think of another exit strategy. Instead of running, you just freeze facing the door like a child would when put in time-out.

In a weird, childlike moment of fear, you closed your eyes in the false belief that if you couldn't see him, then he couldn't see you either.

The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention when the feeling of being watched overcame you like a sea of hot water. Subtly glancing over your shoulder, you frowned, seeing no one there.

Unless you counted a creepy-looking porcelain doll.

Gulping thickly, you continued to turn, placing your back firmly against the door as your breaths came out ragged and fearful. This was the part in horror movies where dumb idiots like you get killed.

You stared at the porcelain doll perched on the bottom step of the staircase.

Its face was fractured, and it looked like someone had tried to glue it back together. Its dark eyes bore into yours, unmoving, and with lightning cracking through the silence, it left a suspenseful atmosphere in the dangerous situation.

That wasn't the creepiest thing, however...

How had it gotten here?

You weren't naive enough to think that the doll had walked here itself like some possessed creepy Chucky doll. Knowing you weren't alone and who the culprit was only gave you shivers.

Why would he have gone from almost killing you to placing a doll behind you?

At the next loud sounds, you resolved yourself never to want to find out as you pushed away from the door and ran towards the room you had come from, the only place you knew you were safe.

That room would have to be your safe haven until you could think of another plan.

A door banging downstairs and footsteps slamming the floor behind you only made you run quicker as the childish voice called out to you, but this time it went ignored.

Breathing heavily as you successfully locked the door again. You dropped to the floor and peered beneath the door, where you could see the outline of shoes as they stood outside the room.

Crawling to the wall next to the door, you placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from crying again. He knew you were in there, and you knew that he was waiting for you; it was like a game of hide and seek.

A few moments passed as you sat and listened to the rain pelt against the window, wondering if the man would just stand there all night and morning until you tried to escape again.

Hearing rustling noises, you frowned until a piece of paper was pushed under the door. Tentatively picking it up, your eyes widened as you read the bold words, 'RULES'.

The childlike voice calls out once again, this time with a sharp edge, "Follow the rules!"

#horror #horror slashers #reader insert #x reader #female insert #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms heelsire x reader #Brahms Doll

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congrats on 1k, my sweet!!!! you deserve this and so much more for your amazing talent and kindness🫶🏼

but listen… hear me out… what about a cutie little fic where mat confides in mama bear for the first time about how he feels like a shit dad because he has to leave so often because of work and has missed many little “firsts” that ella has had? maybe he brings up how ella really likes her more than him again, but now he’s not saying it in a light harded joking manner?

DANI. A WOMAN AFTER MY OWN HEART!

there were a few things you'd gathered and learned about mat over the time you'd know him. you knew how he took his coffee (black) or the fact that he has a big sweet tooth (who puts nutella on bagels anyway?).

the obvious things you'd learn was how he was an insanely good hockey player and knew it too.

you, however, weren't expecting the insecurity that was shallowly hidden among the cocky smirks and jokes. the vulnerability he only shared with you after you'd gotten together.

it'd come to a head when ella refused to be held by him on the way to the park, insisting on clinging to you. in the moment, you didn't see the way mat's face fell, the way his jaw clenched before he slapped on an unbothered face. you didn't even notice anything was wrong until ella went to bed and it was just the two of you sitting on the couch.

"does she hate me?" mat asked.

your head immediately turned to focus on him, where you say lines being drawn between his brows. there was a tension in his shoulders you ached to unwind. "what?"

"i mean, i know i joke about her loving you more, but what if that's true. what if my own flesh and blood doesn't love me? and it's my fault really, i'm never home during the season. what if i turn into an absentee dad who can't even remember what she likes or what she's allergic to? what if--"

you climbed into his lap, straddling his legs. on instinct, his hands came up to rest on your hips. from this position, you could see the worry marring his face, you wanted nothing more than to make it dissolve.

"that little girl adores you, mathew barzal. you're all she wants when you're not home."

"but she wants nothing to do with me when i am home."

"i was the same way, according to my mom," you said. "but i loved my dad, i just wanted to love him on my own terms."

mat grunted but let it go.

as much as he could at least.

days passed and he didn't bring it up again, but you were more conscientious of what you and ella did around him. but it didn't matter, ella didn't seem to give two shits that her dad was distraught, but you knew it was because she was two and mat was doing his best to hide his devastation.

it wasn't until a week after the conversation that things changed.

you heard a scream from the other room at what had to be 2am. your heart was pounding in your chest before you recognized the cries as ella's. mat's arm tightened around you before he too realized it was ella probably having a nightmare.

the screaming and crying got louder until the door to your shared bedroom opened. and there stood ella, mat's carbon copy, full on sobbing with her stuffed hippo pulled into her chest. you immediately got out of bed and walked over to her.

"it's okay, ella bean. i'm here, we're here, you're safe."

but as soon as you reached out to touch her, she shrieked and backed away. "no!" she screamed. "daddy! i need daddy!"

mat was out of bed in an instant, scooping his daughter up and shushing her cries into his bare chest. "you're okay, baby," he said. "daddy won't let anything happen to you, i promise." he pressed kisses into the side of her head while he made eye contact with you.

see? you mouthed. she loves you.

#mat barzal #tatgylb #mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #mat barzal imagine #1k celebration

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Part Eight: It Was All For Nothing

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, smut, heavy angst

A/N: This is a long one, but we're finally turning a corner!

The loud knock at the door would have startled you out of your sleep if you weren't already wide awake, laying in the same position you'd been for the past few hours, your vision becoming hazy as you traced the lines of the wooden knots in the ceiling beams. The rough waves that crashed against the shore were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Jack's voice in your head. Almost.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise I'm gonna fix this, baby."

There was a time when his reassurance would have been enough. All you needed to hear was a few words from him, and you were ready and willing. You would have blindly followed him into battle if he asked, unarmed, your body unprotected against potential blows, because you loved him.

It wasn't until you were out of the confines of Manhattan that you realized he never asked anything of you.

You went on your own accord, because you loved him that much.

You made all the wrong moves, every red flag just an obstacle you thought you had to overcome, because you loved him that damn much.

But none of it was enough. Not his words, not your unwavering devotion, was enough to change his situation or yours.

So you ran. It was the cowardly thing to do, no doubt about that, but fuck, where had being brazen gotten you so far? Running had gotten you away from Jack and Claire and into this bed, the ocean a finite barrier between you and the mess that resided in the city.

The bed you were in wasn't the least bit comfortable, a lumpy mattress and tattered sheets beneath your body, but it was the only place you felt safe, like danger and heartbreak wasn't looming over you as long as you stayed in this bed.

Whatever you do, don't get out of this bed.

As the pounding continued, the door shaking on its rickety hinges against a heavy hand, a moment of panic flashed in your mind to the fact that Jack may have found you, or even worse, Claire was at the front door. After all you'd learned about their relationship, her coming to tie your ankles to a concrete block, mob style, and throwing you in the ocean to swim with the fishes, would be the tamest of her sins. That rush of panic slowly settled into your bones as anguish, your limbs unable to move.

What had you told Jack? Karma was coming for all of you. Maybe this was your karma, to finally make a break for it, get to the end of the line, only to find yourself exactly where you started, on the other side of the door to a man who was so lost in himself, there was no way he could love you.

So you continued to trace the knots, lifting your finger to act as a guide as your eyes started to tire. You tasted salt on your tongue as you swallowed, the very same mineral leaving a thin coating on your skin as the breeze wafted through the open windows. You always loved the beach as a little girl, a delicious taste of the freedom you so desperately searched for growing up, and the irony wasn't lost on you about how very wrong you were about it all. Freedom wasn't something you found, it was something you always had, a gift that was inherently precious, and because you didn't know what you had, you allowed Jack to take it from you, oh so willingly.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise-"

"Didn't you hear me banging on the door?", George questioned with a huff, as he pulled his key out of the brass lock, shoving it into his jacket pocket. "I've been out there for over 10 minutes." The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as your brother crossed the room, dropping a white paper bag on the reclaimed wood kitchen table. You'd barely said two words to him after you arrived at your family's beach house, so he wasn't expecting a response.

He'd never admit to you that he was happy to have company at the small waterfront property where he'd spent the last year working on his novel. He considered himself a struggling writer, even though his two books that still resided on the New York Times Bestsellers list years later would suggest otherwise. He was a slave to his craft, a brooding intellectual with no interest in mingling with NYCs elite. You always though he and Jack would run in the same circles if George had interest in any music made after the year 2000.

You barely visited anymore, choosing to relocate to the city after your parent's death a decade ago, throwing excuse after excuse at him as to why you couldn't make the two hour drive out to see him. He'd half given up on you when you called him a couple days ago, needing a place to stay. He didn't ask questions, and you didn't offer up any information you didn't absolutely have to. It was better that way. It was safer that way.

"I brought you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry", you croaked out, bundling up the woven blanket in your fist and pulling it up tightly underneath your chin. "I know. You've said that the past three days. I'm not gonna stop trying though." He pulled open the fridge door, a groan leaving his chest at the bare shelves. "Have you eaten anything? There's nothing in here."

You stayed tight lipped, closing your eyes. They shot open at the sound of the fridge door slamming shut. You listened as your little brother shed his coat, the chair screeched across the floor, he kicked off his boots, and took a seat at the table. "The silent treatment isn't going to work anymore."

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I just don't have anything to say." What was one more lie in the grand scheme of things, and you didn't think he would be able to understand the truth anyway.

"Bullshit. Now talk to me."

You begrudgingly sat up, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, pulling your cardigan across your chest. As you took in your brother's face, you realized how much older he looked to you, his beard fully grown in, his eyes sunken in with a tiredness only an author who spent all night laboring over their art could feel. He looked so much like your dad, painfully so, a worried look draped over his face that you knew was because of you.

"Can't a sister visit her brother every once and a while?" You gave him an uneasy smile that he didn't return in the slightest. "We haven't talked in months, and no, I'm not counting the birthday texts we send back and forth."

"Ok, I'm taking a break from work. I just needed a vacation." George scoffed, running his fingers across his jawline. "You don't take vacations." You rolled your eyes. You'd almost forgotten about your family's signature hard headedness, a trait that had gotten you in trouble more than once. "Is it Darien? Are you guys going through a rough patch?"

"The roughest patch", you sighed, "we broke up over a year ago."

"Good, I always hated that guy." George let out a humorless chuckle. "So then what is it? Are you in over your head? Do you need money? A place to lay low?"

"What is with the third degree?" You could sense his frustration, your stomach turning at the thought of lying to him. You didn't want to, but you also didn't want him to get involved, or worse, have him become another one of Claire's targets. "If there was something wrong, I would tell you." You hoped you were convincing, and that it would at least buy you a couple more days for you to figure out your next move.

"Fine." George let out a sharp breath, getting to his feet. "If you don't wanna talk, don't." You sighed, resting your head against the headboard. "Can you at least answer your phone so it'll stop ringing? You left it in my car. Some guy named "Jack" won't stop calling you."

The speed with which you got to your feet and ran over to your brother startled him, making him stumble back. "Give me my phone!" He held it just out of your reach, contorting his body to ensure you couldn't grab it out of your hand, as he took in the bewildered look on your face. "What's so important you have to-"

"Georgie, give it to me!" Desperate to get your phone back, you stepped on his bare foot, making him drop the electronic device on the ground. You scrambled to your hands and knees to get it, fumbling it in your hands as you looked at the screen. You had 30 missed calls from Jack, as well as 100s of text messages from both him and Sierra.

"Fuck! Why are you so strong?", George winced, rubbing at his sore foot. "What the big deal? It's just some guy. Its not like he's Jack Harlow or anything." You paused, feeling your pulse press against your jugular with every heartbeat. You tried to stand up, but you couldn't feel your arms or legs, forcing you to stay in your spot, and giving you away immediately.

"Y/N, no. You've gotta be kidding me." George ran a hand against the back of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek with nerves. "You're involved with Jack Harlow? Isn't he supposed to be getting married to that billionaire's daughter or something?"

"They're not in love." You said as you finally got to your feet. You know you didn't sound very convincing, but it was the only piece of the truth you could hang on to, the only thing keeping you afloat right now.

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like a delusional home wrecker", George said in with an incredulous tone.

"That's because I am", you bit back. "I am the other woman. I'm the one he only sees at night, the one who doesn't get any of the perks of being in the spotlight, but gets the brunt of all of the guilt. I am the other woman!" God, it felt good to finally get that off of your chest, to finally admit the truth to someone else but yourself. "But their relationship is fake. They're doing it for the PR, and things have gotten out of hand." You felt your phone buzz in your hand, but you didn't even bother to look down, your gaze focused on your brother.

"That's some shit that he just tells you to keep you around! You're smarter than this, Y/N. I can't believe you'd get caught up in something like this." You could see the fear in his eyes, the discomfort at your confession palpable in the room. "Why can't you see he's lying to you?"

"Because he's not!" The words shot out of your mouth before your brain could catch up, and you weren't even sure you believed them. "He is not lying to me! He loves me! He doesn't love her, he loves me." You punctured your chest with a finger, ignoring the sharp pain.

"Sis...", his facial expression turned to pity, and that enraged you. "If you're in some kind of trouble or something..." You pushed past him to the closet, yanking your bags from the shelf and throwing them on the bed. "I never should have come here. I thought I could trust you, but obviously I was wrong." You frantically stuffed your clothes into the duffels, your mind racing with ideas of where you were going to go. Sierra's place was out of the question; you were still on the outs after you told her everything, your friendship damaged beyond repair. You didn't want to ever see Darien's face again, but you were running out of options. Maybe you can ask just to stay a couple night-

"No, no. You can trust me. I just need to know everything. I need to know how deep you are in this, so that I can help you." You felt his hand on your shoulder, tears immediately beginning to sting in your eyes. You hung your head, your breaths shallow as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I didn't mean for all of this to happen." You wiped your face, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We met a year ago at an industry party, he was charming, and I was bored. At the time, I didn't know he was in a relationship with Claire Beckham or I never would have even entertained him. Before I knew it, I was hiding in Jack Harlow's shadow, living in it, relishing in it." You took a breath, choking out sobs. George listened intently to you, his body tensing up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't until a couple days ago that I found out that their relationship was a farce. That they were doing it to better her image, and help his career, and somehow I was the leverage in their business agreement."

"Leverage." George repeated, his brow knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"Claire is evil. More evil than you could ever imagine, and she's been collecting evidence of Jack's and my relationship to use for blackmail and keep him in line, something that could ruin my life and my career. She has a tape of us "together." You could hear your brother's breath quicken, his face twisting with anger. "Jack told me everything, and I got scared. I am in over my head, Georgie, and I didn't know what to do or who I can trust. So I ran here to you."

The room was painfully quiet as he stood there watching you, as if he could tell whether or not you were lying by just looking at you. You dipped your head and closed your eyes, your tears falling into your hands. You heard that similar squeak of the chair across the floor as he sat in front of you. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.

"Listen to me, Y/N." You looked up, wiping the wetness beneath your eyes. "Whatever mess you're in, I'm gonna help you get out of it, okay?" You were the older sister, you were supposed to be the one to protect him when things got tough. You felt defeated and weak, and as much as you wanted George to come to your rescue, you could never ask him to do that for you.

You shook your head. "No, I don't want you involved in this. You have no idea what Claire and her family are capable of. They are connected, wealthy, and there is nothing they won't do to keep their name prominent in the city." Your heart sunk to your stomach. You always knew how powerful her family was, but hearing yourself say it out loud, you realized just how helpless you really were. There was no fighting her and winning. What the hell are you going to do?

You were jogged out of your spiral by George's hand resting on top of yours. "I'm not giving you the option to say no." You felt a rush of relief when he finally gave you the smile you'd been so desperate to see. It was a mirror image of the George you remembered from your childhood: kind eyes, sweet smile with a missing front tooth that he knocked out at a little league game, a childlike sense of wonder and hope.

"Okay." You took in a deep breath, pushing it out through your nostrils. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know yet", George chuckled, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to laugh as well.

"Before we come up with a plan, I need you to do one thing for me." George reached past you, grabbing your phone. You looked up at him with a confused face.

"I need you to call Jack."

****

You felt physically ill the moment you hung up the phone with Jack. You handed George your phone and stepped onto the back porch, a unobstructed view of the water in front of you, to take a few breaths and get rid of the wave of nausea.

You gave Jack the location to the beach house, and he promised he'd leave the city immediately. He sounded exhausted and distressed, and even though he told you he was just happy to hear your voice, and know you were safe, you couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from you.

A part of you thought you were just overthinking everything, trying to discern his true intentions instead of taking him at his word, to protect yourself, but another part of you, a nagging in the pit of your stomach, thought your brother was right.

Maybe Jack has been lying to you all this time. He showed you the video that Claire was supposedly using as blackmail, but it could have just as easily been his own video.

He says their relationship is fake, but whenever you see them on social media or in the headlines, they look happy as ever. Is that something you can even truly fake? You've never been capable of faking how much you loved someone, and even with everything that happened with Jack, it seemed impossible to pretend you didn't care about him.

Your mind was reeling, bile daring to creep up your throat. There were so many things that didn't make sense, so many pieces that didn't fit together just right, and maybe it took you taking a step away, both literally and figuratively to see everything for what it really was.

"I always hated the beach."

You jumped, turning on your heels to face the voice that startled you. You didn't even realize how long you'd been standing in the same spot, lost in thought, and you definitely didn't hear Jack walk up behind you.

He was wearing a worn Louisville Cardinals t-shirt, jeans slung low at his hips, New Balance sneakers on his feet, a strong juxtaposition to the character he played when he was with Claire. You could tell he was stressed, habitually running his hand through his curls as he looked at you, the chestnut mop tightly coiled on top of his head. You didn't open your mouth, for fear you'd burst into tears at the first word. His heart broke at the look of sadness in your face, knowing he was the cause of it.

He continued, sinking his feet into the rocks that paved the driveway. "I just never saw the appeal. The sun beating down on you, waves knocking you off your feet, sand in places it doesn't belong." He cracked a small smile, and it made you feel even sicker. He took one step toward you, you took one step back, the railing digging into your lower back.

"Why'd you leave?" His features settled back to that familiar distress he'd been feeling the past couple of days after he found your room empty. "I told you I was going to fix this. I went to Claire and I told her I-"

"Jack just stop." The tears were rolling freely, you were helpless to stop them. "There is no fixing this. Look at where we are right now!" You gestured around you, the quiet surroundings a reminder that you had to drive for hours to find a place you felt safe enough to stop. "I left", you took in a sharp breath, "I left, because I can't do this anymore. She wins, Claire wins. Whatever she has on me, tell her to release it. I don't care anymore."

"No, I'm not gonna let her hurt you anymore."

You shook your head, feeling your legs grow weak. "And what about you? Will you stop hurting me, too?"

The only thing keeping Jack going was the thought that there was an end to all of this, and that when he got to the other side, you'd be there waiting for him. But he could look at you and see that this was more than you could take, and that he didn't deserve a happy ending with you in the future. He dug his nails into his palms, the pain in his chest enough to take his breath away. He didn't want to let you go, but part of fixing this mess was allowing you to walk away.

"I'm going back to Louisville in a couple days to kick off my tour. Its supposed to be a big production, streamed to millions of fans across the world." He let out a humorless laugh. "Claire's idea actually, to increase my exposure right before the wedding." Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack held up a hand, knowing that hearing the word "wedding" made you uneasy. "Don't worry. I don't plan on going through with it. After Claire pulled the pregnancy stunt on national TV, I knew that she was beyond negotiating with, so I recorded our conversation, implicating her part in all of this, admitting that the relationship, engagement and pregnancy, its all lies. I'm gonna broadcast it at the concert, stream it for everyone to see. Millions of people are gonna know the real Claire Beckham."

"Jack, you release that tape, you're also going to implicate yourself. Your career, no, your life! Its over when that gets out. Everything you've worked for will be gone." You wanted this to be over, but you knew that Jack was a victim in this too, even if some of it was his own doing. He'd suffered enough, and losing everything wasn't the fix he thought it was.

"I know, I know." You instinctively moved toward him, bundling his t-shirt in your fists and pulling him close to you, as he wiped the tears off of his face. "I know, but its okay", he whispered with a smile, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I don't see another way out of this, and this needs to end. I need to know I did everything to make sure you're safe and okay, and if leaving my career behind is how I do it, I don't care." He pulled you the rest of the way toward him, wrapping you up tightly in his arms, his familiar scent overwhelming your senses. You missed this; you missed him and his touch.

It wasn't a side of him you got to see often, this kid from the south that he always championed, and that was who your heart broke for through all of this. Not Jack Harlow, the international superstar, the one who signed his life away for a shot of maintaining his fame, but Jack Harlow, the kid from Louisville, KY who knows nothing but drive and passion for the things he wants in life. The one who loves unapologetically, and doesn't compromise his morals for anything. That's the only Jack Harlow you wanted, and the one you deserved.

You were interrupted by the sound of George's footsteps on the gravel. You broke apart from Jack, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn't want your little brother to see you like this.

George shoved his hands in his back pockets. "What if I told you I had an idea? Something that would get rid of Claire, without you having to give up your career?"

"Jack, this is my brother George." Jack extended his hand out, but George just glanced at it, a clear distain for Jack on his face.

"Just to be clear, the only reason I'm even thinking about helping you is to get my sister out of this mess." Jack nodded, retracting his arm. "Understood."

"C'mon inside, then." George held the door open for both of you. "I'll tell you my plan."

****

You tossed and turned on the bed before settling on your back, Jack's breathing audible as he sat across the room, trying to settle in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. Night had settled on the house, and you kept your distance from each other. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted to be comforted right now.

"Jack, you can come lay on the other side of the bed. I don't mind."

"No, I'm okay here. Thanks." He cleared his throat, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You sat up, letting out an exasperated sigh. "My brother is going to be gone for at least the night. He's not coming back anytime soon." It was going to take some time to execute George's plan, so he offered to go back to your apartment and pack up some of your things so you could stay with him for a while, leaving you and Jack alone.

"It's not that." He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck.

"What is it then?" You were desperate for his touch, to feel his body against yours as you tried to sleep. The last time you remembered having a good nights sleep, that wasn't because exhaustion overtook you, was when you and Jack were together in Louisville months ago, the night before everything fell apart. You weren't sure how many other chances you were going to have with him.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me. After all of this is over, I know we're going our separate ways. You were right, I have been hurting you, and I'm done doing that."

His words knocked the wind out of your chest. You took in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. "Jack, if I knew there was a way that we could be together after everything that's happened, truly together and happy, standing in the spotlight, I would do anything to have it. But I don't see it. Can you honestly say you do?"

He stood and walked over to your side of the bed, settling next to you. "I don't know. So much has happened, and as desperately as I want your brother's plan to work, I don't know if it will. But I want to try. I love you so damn much, baby. I have for such a long time, and if there's even a small chance that I get to have you in my life, I'll take it." He had a tight grip on your hands, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he spoke.

You were wrong about one thing. His words did still bring you reassurance. You loved him that damn much, too.

"Kiss me", you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips. He moved with a swiftness, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you in, the first kiss gentle and sweet. You got a taste and were immediately hungry for more, deepening the next kiss, breathless as Jack's tongue roamed your mouth.

Every nerve ending in your body was tingling with excitement as he slipped your sweater off of your shoulders and helped you shed your clothing, only breaking apart when absolutely necessary before crashing lips again. His hands roamed your body, digits pressing into your ribcage as you fumbled with the button of his jeans, pushing them past his hips.

"I've missed this", you moaned out breathlessly as Jack's lips trailed down your neck, his tongue licking the line of your collarbone before moving to your breasts. He helped you remove your bra, forcefully pulling the straps down your arms, and latching onto your nipple, your hand finding the back of his head, pulling at his curls with each pleasurable flick of his tongue.

Each moment of foreplay had you desperate for him to fuck you, your wetness pooling in your panties as Jack took his time with you, worshiping each inch of your body with his mouth.

"I'm never letting you go again", he muttered against your skin, his lips hovering over your covered pussy. You felt his teeth gently graze dangerously close to your clit, the sensitive bud twitching with anticipation. You were so desperate, even his hot breaths against your body were turning you on.

"Take them off, take them off", you ordered when you couldn't take it anymore. Jack chuckled, sliding your panties down past your knees, tossing the lingerie across the bed.

"I meant your boxers", you whispered out, reaching out for Jack, your fingertips touching his lower stomach. "Easy, baby." He held your hands pinned to your stomach with one hand while he used the other to spring his cock free from his underwear, the tip leaking with precum. He slowly stroked the head as you opened your legs to him, your wetness glistening in the light. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", was all he could repeat underneath his breath as he dragged his cock through your folds, taking his time to circle around your clit, your heightened senses almost sending you over the edge.

He had every intention on teasing you, drawing out your pleasure, but as soon as he lined up with your entrance, he sunk into you with a single breath, his body just as desperate to feel your cushiony walls around his member.

Your body writhed beneath him, rutting your hips against his pelvis for some stimulation, as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you, stroking your g-spot with each movement.

"Keep doing that, fuck, don't stop", you instructed, his cock kissing against your cervix with each stroke. Once you'd gotten used to the pace, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his, he increased his pace, collapsing his body weight on top of you, his forearms framing your face. "So beautiful, my beautiful baby", he praised you in between kisses to your jawline, your face contorted with pleasure as he used his thumb to press against your clit, your legs shaking from fatigue and overstimulation.

"Jack, I-I can't", you were so close to your orgasm within minutes, but you didn't want it to be over, desperate for your release but trying to stave it off at the same time. "Take what you need, baby. I'm not going anywhere." With weeks of pent up sexual frustration, Jack aimed on making you cum over and over again, until you couldn't anymore. You buried your face against his shoulder as he set a relentless pace, pounding you into the mattress.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum", you bit your teeth into his skin, your nails dragging along his back as you orgasmed around his cock, your pelvic muscles pulling him deeper and deeper into your pussy as you came, Jack panting in your ear as he was close to his own release.

"Do it again", he grunted out, and you were so lost in pleasure you couldn't object, your body submitting to him as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"I can't do it again", you whined out. The moans and cries rolling off your tongue drove Jack wild, and you could feel his hips start to stutter against your body. You grabbed his face in your hands, placing kisses on his nose as his pace started to slow. "Are you close?", his gaze was dropped to focus, but he frantically shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence, the only thing coming out of his mouth a guttral moan.

You rolled your hips in circles as he continued to fuck you, and within seconds he was cuming, emptying his release into you. You felt a warmth as he filled you up, slowly pulling out of you and pushing his cum repeatedly into you, his breaths heavy as he watched his actions. You shivered as you fell it run down the side of your inner thigh onto the bed.

He could barely focus, rolling off to the side as you both came down from your highs, his eyes shut tight. You tucked into his side, stroking his beard, your arm draped over his stomach.

"Jack, I don't care what happens tomorrow, with Claire, or anything else. I love you and I want to be with you, through everything." You pressed a kiss to his beard, drawing lazy circles on his side. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you, tears brimming in his lashes. "Are you sure?"

You gave him a small smile, pressing another kiss to his jawline.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

****

You felt the warm sun on your face, the sound of seagulls mewing just out of the window as your started to wake. You felt around you before opening your eyes, Jack still in the same place he was before you fell asleep last night, his arms tightly wrapped around your naked form. You didn't want this moment to end, so you pulled Jack's arm tighter around you, and willed yourself to go back to sleep. He let out a lazy hum as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head before settling again.

You were drifting off when you heard the sound of your phone pinging. You ignored it the first time, but the second time, it caught your attention as you came back to reality and realized it might be George. You sat up, wrapped the sheet tightly around your torso and grabbed it off of the nightstand, your mouth falling open as you read your notifications. Jack peeked one eye open at the disruptance, rubbing a hand over his face with a sigh before turning to fully look at you. "What's wrong?"

"Georgie got an "in" earlier than he thought he would. The first part of the plan is happening now."

****

George paused at the entrance of the building to let a group of executives walk past, the sound of the bustling city quieting behind him as the door shut. He took in the expansive lobby, rumblings of conversations happening around him as he strolled to the front desk, plastering a smile on his face as he made contact with the attendant.

"Hi, can I help you?" George could smell the coffee on her breath as he leaned forward, trying to be as charming as possible. The young woman blushed, averting eye contact with him. "Yes, first of all good morning."

She smiled, returning the greeting. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr-"

"Oh, Mr. Y/L/N."

Shock hit her features as she realized she recognized him. "George Y/L/N?" she disappeared under her desk for a second, returning with a copy of one of his books. "I've read this book cover to cover so many times, I'm such a big fan. Would you mind signing it for me?" She hesitantly held out a pen, a pink one with a fuzzy ball at the top, which George happily accepted.

"Anything for a fan." He scribbled his signature across the first page before handing both the pen and book back to her.

"I'm hoping you can help me with something- Sarah", he narrowed his eyes as he read her nameplate.

"Anything for a famous author", her cheeky smile made him chuckle. "Great. I have an appointment, but I'm afraid I'm a little bit lost in this huge building." He flipped through his notebook, pretending to look for a name and contact information.

"Look at me, I'm supposed to be this famous author, here to do a piece on someone for the New York Times, and I can't even find her office." He gave Sarah a wink, and she practically melted into a puddle in front of him.

"I'm sure I can help you out. What's her name?" Sarah turned to the directory on her computer.

"Claire Beckham." George cleared his throat, adjusting the tie at his neck. "I'm here to see Claire Beckham."

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