#'this is /mine/' whispered right into your ear
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✯𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥✯
IN WHICH... Chris experiences the best head of his life at the freak show.
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!! switch!chris, dom!colby, cuck!colby, switch!reader. clowns, fire, alcohol, sexual escapades, oral (m receiving), slapping, choking.
Chris doesn't know how he got into this situation.
One minute he was at a club in LA with his friends, then he was in some bedroom getting head from Tara's friends who works at the place.
Let's start from the beginning.
Chris was a bit on edge tonight.
The triplets had turned 21 about a week ago, and Tara and a few of their other friends (Sam and Colby, Jake and Johnny, Larray and Quen) had planned to take them to a club. Because Tara was the one who came up with the idea, she decided the club of the night should be ''FreakShow''.
When the triplets heard this, they were all put off by it.
Who names a club FreakShow?
With some convincing, Tara got them to agree. They arrived at the club and instantly were confused with the people they were seeing.
It looked like a rock show with how much leather and gothic faces they were met with. "Tara, what the fuck is this place?" Nick asked as they walked right past the security guard and into the club. Tara answers with a giggle, excitement coursing through her veins.
"Relax! Just have fun tonight!" Colby says clapping his hands and rubbing them together. The group walks through a tunnel that's illuminated in black light, wild scribbles on the wall catching their attention. Chris makes out some of the words scribbled on the wall and he chuckles to himself.
They approach a door where a girl in a clown outfit and face paint greets them. "Tara! Long time no see! How are you?" The girls voice is a bit high-pitched, fitting her clown costume.
"Janey! I know I've been so busy but I brought some new friends since they just turned 21!" The girl, now known as Janey, eyes the triplets. It's as if her mood switches, her body movement becoming more animated. She gives a wide creepy smile showing off her sharp yellow teeth.
"Well, Tara you know the rules. Each new person has to tell the freakiest thing they have done, after all this is the FreakShow."
The triplets immediately look at Tara, their eyes wide. "Tara you did not tell us this!" Everyone laughs as the boys begin to freak out. "Oh calm down! there are no cameras or anything, and this place is free of judgment! Look I'll even say mine!" Tara turned back to Janey and smiled, "I made out with Y/n and Jake watched!" Jake nods along, proving the statement is true.
"Ok, now you guys go! Hurry up I don't want to miss Y/n's show."
The brothers look at each other, speaking with their eyes.
"Fuck it! I blew a guy in the locker room during a fire drill." Nick states.
Chris chokes on his spit hearing Nick's confession. He remembers that day and how Nick was talking about a sore throat. Now he knows why. "Matt your turn," Nick says waving his hand, not wanting the attention to stay on him.
"Umm... Can I like whisper it to you?" He asks Janey. She nods and takes a step closer, allowing Matt to whisper in her ear. She pulls away with an eyebrow raised. "I'm going to find you later, you seem fun to play with." Matt blushes and turns to Chris waiting for him to go.
"Umm, I had sex with a girl wearing a Ghostface mask?" Janey smiles at the group and unlocks the metal door, letting them through with a bow, "Have fun at the FreakShow."
Tara thanked her before pushing the group through the doors.
The sight they are met with is almost scandalous. Multiple people in revealing outfits. Most of them are clown-themed, and others are just straight-up lingerie. Like Janey, some of the faces are covered in paint, and their hair being done up in crazy ways.
There are girls and guys on stages, some dancing on poles and others just dancing provocatively. There are some people in cages and others on aerial hoops.
"This is like a fucking circus!"
Chris states holding onto Larray tightly when a girl walks past him with a snake. Tara guides them to a section that's blocked off and has a perfect view of the stage. Chris immediately notices a wide variety of liquor on the table with a placement card that reads Tara's name.
They sit down and begin to drink, the alcohol instantly loosening Chris up and making him relax.
The group laughs and talks, pointing out the different acts of the "freaks" around them.
"She just shoved a knife down her throat! I definitely think I cou-Holy shit!" Nick jumps back into his seat as a girl walks by, blowing fire out of her mouth. She cackles before bouncing away, literally.
A bit of time passes before a loud voice resembling the Jokers comes over the intercom.
"Tonight we have a special show for you freaks, created by our one and only Y/n, a true freak herself. She loves to scare, and she loves to make all genders crumble. Try not to drool and try not to cream." He lets out a manic laugh that makes some of the crowd uneasy, and the rest shout.
A loud bass fills the club, shaking the whole floor. Chris could feel his insides vibrating along with the bottles on the table. His eyes dart to the stage as the familiar lyrics all over Tiktok makes it's way through his ears.
"Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible!"
A bunch of contorted bodies crawl onto the stage, sending a shiver up Chris's spine. He watches their ragged but hypnotizing movements, the way some of them flip and bend intriguing him.
He sits up seeing an aerial hoop descending down onto the stage, a body attached to it.
"That's Y/n!" Tara shouts as she jumps up from the couch, clapping excitedly.
Y/n does a bunch of tricks on the hoop that has the crowd shouting in encouragement.
Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, huh
I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh
She hangs upside down from the hoop by her legs, two of the dancers beginning to spin her.
Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Z's, whoa, whoa-whoa
That swag cover my body like it's a disease, whoa, whoa-whoa
She sensually lowers her body from the hoops and crawls on the runway of the stage, almost like a lion getting ready to pounce on its prey.
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
When she gets to the end of the runway, she arches her back, stretching her arms forward like a cat.
She stands quickly and does backhand springs until she lands in the center of the stage, the rest of the dancers circling around her. One of them grabs her neck, yanking it back harshly and pouring a liquid into her mouth.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
She blows bright pink flames from her mouth, the pyrotechnics on the stage following her lead. Everyone screams in shock as the song ends.
"She finally did it! Holy shit!"
The girl smiles and gives her final bow, blowing a kiss to the crowd before cartwheeling off the stage.
"That was different," Matt says after he stops clapping. The club resumes with random songs playing and people continuing their partying. " Y/n always puts on good shows! Never a disappointment."
Colby jumps feeling a pair of hands caress his chest before sliding down, "Aww you flatter me Colby." Tara squeals seeing her best friend. As the girl walks around the couch, Chris takes the time to examine her. Her outfit consists of black ripped fishnets, a bright pink thong that is covered by a black leather mini skirt, and a leather bikini top that presses her boobs together. Her hair was in some kind of style Chris couldn't exactly name, but it suited her. Her makeup wasn't the craziest he'd seen tonight, but it was still enough to pique his interest considering she had one-star eye-contact in, as well as concealed eyebrows. Her feet were covered in black chunky boots that made her seem taller than she actually was.
She plops down in Colby's lap, smiling at Tara. "So I take it we liked the show?"
Everyone begins to hype her up, expressing how good it was. "I'm glad you all loved it! I had to practice my fire blowing for weeks!"
Suddenly Y/n's eyes fall on the three boys, "I've never seen you three before." Her eyes stay on Chris, making him quickly look away. "They are my friends! They just turned 21 and I wanted them to have a fun night! This is Nick, Matt, and Chris!" Tara explains.
Y/n hums and leans back into Colby who is rubbing her thighs through her fishnets.
"Are you three having fun?"
Chris is too busy watching Colby’s hands, he doesn't answer her, leaving Nick and Matt to do so. "This place is very ...different?" Y/n laughs at Nick's descriptive words.
"It is different, that's the joy of it all. A place for any and everyone who might be into the weird things to come in and relax, have fun, unleash their inner freak."
"What are you into?" Chris suddenly asks.
"Ask Colby what I'm into." Chris’s eyes dart to Colby who is cheesing hard. "Oh yeah, this one is crazy. She asked me to hold a knife to her throat a couple of times."
"Girl what? You're insane." Nick says shaking his head. She does nothing but wink before leaning forward and grabbing a cup of alcohol. Chris can't help but watch the way some of the liquid spills out the side of the cup, and falls down her glimmering breasts.
"Oh my god wait! I haven't seen you in so long! I saw you got your tongue split! let me see!" Quen shouts over the music.
Y/n cheeses and opens her mouth, letting the split tongue fall out of her mouth.
Chris thought he would have been disgusted with the muscular organ, but he found himself adjusting how he was sitting, attempting to hide his rising boner.
Colby notices instantly and smirks to himself, plotting.
“I don’t know if I find it cool or weird,” Larray states, poking the tongue in the process. “It hurt like a bitch but it’s so fun now! I can tie a cherry stem now…I also got to eat a girl out and she said it felt amazing.”
“Wait I need to see the cherry thing!”
She takes a cherry from the jar on the table and puts it in her mouth, chewing on the bittersweet fruit before moving her tongue around.
Chris can’t help but imagine what the split tongue would feel like on his tip, wrapped around both sides as she-
“Done!” She sticks her tongue out, the tied stem on display.
Chris sucks in a sharp breath and abruptly stands up, “I-I have to go to the bathroom.” He announces, walking off without another word.
“Y/n you should show him where the bathroom is.” Colby suggests.
Y/n isn’t dumb, she had seen Chris looking at her and trying to hide his boner since she sat down on Colby’s lap.
She gives Colby a look before standing up and strutting off, her eyes set on Chris. She slides infront of him making him stumble back, “let me show you to the bathroom.” She doesn’t give him an option, grabbing his hand and leading him through the club.
They walk through a dimly lit hallway before she pushes him through a curtain.
“T-this isn’t the bathroom.” He mumbles looking around the room. He notices a bed and his heart begins to race.
“I know.” The smile she gives is anything but innocent. She walks closer to him, her taller stature towering over him. “I also know you were only going to the bathroom to jerk off.”
She trails an acrylic finger down his chest before stopping at his belt,
“Tell me Chris, do you like freaks? Cause I like freaks too.”
Her eyes dart up, making the boy gulp as a sheer sheet of sweat forms on his forehead. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “I’m not stupid, I saw the way you were looking at me, especially my tongue.” She allows the split muscle to lightly lick his ear.
His face burns a bright pink as he whimpers. “Come on, you know you want to.” She taunts as her hand lightly begins to palm him.
“W-what about Colby?”
“What about me?”
Y/n whips around and smiles seeing the tall boy. He walks over and stands behind her, wrapping his large hand around her throat. “Is this s-some kind of joke? Aren’t you guys dating?” Chris asks looking at the two, his heart beating out of his chest.
“Dating? Nooo, me and this one just like to have fun sometimes.” Y/n giggles and nods along to Colby’s words, her hand still palming Chris.
Colby lets go of Y/n and walks over to a chair in the corner, taking a seat. “Now, I’m giving you the opportunity to have fun tonight.”
“Come on Chris, don’t you want to have fun?” Y/n tags on.
Chris looks over to Colby who nods, giving him the ok to agree.
"Yeah...Ok"
Y/n grins sadistically before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pushing the boy back on the bed. Chris is looking at her as if she’s crazy, he’s never been manhandled by a girl before and he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much.
She crawls over him before settling down on his lap, grinding down on his erection. His hands fly to her hips as he lets out a barely audible moan.
“Tell me what you want pretty boy,” she continues to grind her hips, her own wetness spreading through her folds.
“He wants your mouth,” Colby answers as he palms himself through his jeans. She grins down at Chris, tilting her head to the side.
“You want my mouth?” She leans down, watching his eyes dart to her lips. She sees the temptation in his eyes and she feeds into it. She grabs hold of his jaw and plants her lips against his.
He squeezes her sides tightly as she pushes her tongue in his mouth, a chill running up his spine as he feels the split muscle fighting against his own tongue.
“Quit teasing him,” Colby demands. Y/n pulls away from Chris with an eye roll and looks at Colby.
“I’m not teasing him, it’s called foreplay. Maybe you forgot since everyone else you fuck is trash.” Her bratty response causes Colby to rise to his feet. He yanks her off of Chris and forces her to her knees.
He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back and looking down at her smirking face.
"She's a brat Chris, always wanting to press your buttons and get you worked up until you go over the deep end-"
Chris's eyes widen for what seems like the umpteenth time this night seeing Colby slap the girl on her knees. Her face whips to the side but her chesire smile never leaves.
He does it again, and again, and again, until Y/n is sniffling softly, her smile slowly falling. Colby grabs hold of her jaw and forces her head upward, "are you done being a brat?"
"Yes," she answers obediently, her once playful and seductive tone replaced with a submissive one.
Colby takes the initiative and shoves Y/n's face into Chris's hard-on, the bulge pressing against her aching cheek.
"Now be good and suck him off. We both know you've been wanting to try that new modification out."
Chris stays frozen, this whole situation being new to him. He doesn't know what to do besides sit and watch.
"Now!" The girl jumps and hastily begins to unbutton Chris's belt. He lifts himself up, aiding her in pulling both his pants and boxers down.
His cock springs up and Y/n can feel her mouth salivating, her lips parting slightly as she examines the phallus.
She grabs the base and inches forward, holding eye contact as she spits on his tip. He whimpers at the feeling on his tip, the whimper turning into a soft moan as she begins to pump.
His moans are like music to her ears, egging her on. They differ from Colby, more soft and a bit shy. Colby's is deep and more dominant. She figures it's because he's not in his element of control in the bedroom, not used to having a girl calling the shot and handling him how she sees fit.
She loves it.
He flinches feeling both sides of her tongue running up his shaft. She wraps her plump lips around his swollen tip, swirling her tongue around it. Suddenly her head is pushed down and held in place, shocking both her and Chris.
Chris groans and clenches his eyes shut feeling her throat clench around him.
"What did I say about teasing? Suck his dick the right way or I'm not fucking you tonight."
The threat of not being fucked into the mattress after not seeing Colby for a month gets to her.
She doesn't hold back, immediately bobbing her head and slobbering all over him.
Chris can feel his soul leaving his body, his toes curling as her split tongue adds even more pleasure. It felt better than he could imagine.
"Shit!" He doesn't know if he wants to push her away or let her continue the assault on his dick. As she begins to fondle his balls, he bucks his hips forward, his dick hitting the back of her throat. He panics thinking he hurt her but stops realising,
She didn't gag.
She didn't gag when Colby pushed her head down either.
She doesn't have a gag reflex.
"You can be rough with her Chris, don't be scared. She likes being used, isn't that right?"
Chris sucks in a sharp breath and bites his lip as the girl moans around him, confirming Colby's words. She pulls away from him, a wide and deranged smile on her face.
"Fuck my mouth Chris, I know you want to." She kitten licks his tip, pushing him to break.
And he does just that.
His hand finds its way to the back of her head, gripping the pink hair and pushing her head back down.
He begins to fuck her mouth, not hard enough to hurt her (his actions still unsure to him), but hard enough to make spit pool out of her mouth.
The drool mixed with precum falls out the side of her mouth, some getting on the bed, some falling on her chest, and the rest trickling down his shaft.
His grunts and moans along with the lewd slurping noises bounce off the walls of the room as his thrusts become more erratic, chasing his orgasm.
She can tell he's close, feeling his dick twitching in her mouth, the way his stomach caves in with the harsher he breathes.
She pushes his hands away and lifts her head, "cum in my mouth pretty boy, you know you want to."
She swirls her tongue around his tip, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
"Ah sh-" Chris cuts himself off with a loud groan and shoves her head all the way down. She feels the cum hit the back of her throat, sliding down with ease.
She pulls off of him with a pop and licks her lips, watching Chris breathe heavily.
She pulls him down and begins to make out with him, standing up slowly and crawling on top of him.
She's hungry for him now, wanting to experience his girth inside of her. Before she could even begin to remove her fishnets, Colby stops them, "Not so quick pretty girl." She stops and looks at Colby, still grinding down on Chris. She watches as he approaches them.
"You think you get to fuck two people tonight?" She giggles, moving off of Chris and closer to Colby, "Greedy girl. He can't even handle you and you want to play with him." He snatches her by her neck and leans closer before planting his lips against hers.
chris watches as the two make out next to him, his body buzzing with adrenaline. "You wanna give Chris a show? Hm? You want to show him how to handle you for next time?" Y/n nods eagerly, not even paying attention to what Colby is saying, just wanting to be fucked dumb.
"Sit on the chair Chris, you're going to learn how to fuck her just how she likes it."
can yall tell where i lowkey gave up? 😭 lmao sorry.
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Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook | Epilogue
Summary: Jungkook let's you work on his second single 3D but although he's singing this to girls all over he reminds you that you're the only one he wants
Pairing: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them)
Word Count: 4.7K~ (barely edited per usual lmao)
Warnings: Explicit language and smuuttt (he's so hot ya'll I can't)
a/n: Kay this took me ling enough to get out but I figured it was about time since the main story hit 1K notes!!! Like what??? Ya'll are actually insane! Thank you so much and I hope you like the epilogue as much as you liked the first part 🫣
p.s. This takes place partially during the 3D dance practice video so yeah I hope ya'll enjoy 🥰
Be sure to read Shut Up and Kiss Me first 💜
"Alright guys go ahead and take a break. Jungkook can you come here for a second?" the choreographer calls out.
"Y/n" Nari whispers, right in my ear scaring me half to death making me place my hand over my heart to ground myself. "Don't do that!" I whisper scream at her. "Not my fault you're staring girly I said your name like three times" she teases and I scoff before walking over to grab my water bottle.
"Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?" I say cocking a brow at her after taking a drink of water. "You are but you also have to remember that your boyfriend is Jungkook and not everyone here knows that" she says, scolding me and bringing me back to reality.
"Hey" Jungkook says, jogging up to us. "What did he want?" I ask, nodding my head towards the head choreographer for this song. "Well..." he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Well what?" I ask, scared that theres something wrong.
"Well they wanted to tell me everyone is doing a great job and the formations are solid but..." he trails off again. "Jeon Jungkook if you trail off like that one more time I'm gonna have a heart attack now tell me what's wrong?" I scold, waiting for his answer.
"They said that we had good chemistry while we were dancing together" he starts off and I let out a breath, glad that it wasn't something major. "But maybe too much chemistry. They think it looks obvious that we're dating with the way we're interacting with each other verses the rest of the dancers" he says and grabs my water bottle out of my hand and starts chugging it nervously.
"Really?" I cringe, loving the fact that we show clear chemistry but also hating the fact that I haven't blended in like a background dancer should. "Yeah they kinda just told me to tone it down and asked me to tell you the same" he says, handing me my now empty water bottle, cringing as well at the notes that they had given.
"Well alright then I guess I'll try my best" I say, shaking my arms and legs real quick to physically shake off the pressure I had felt growing. "Yeah I will too" he says, nodding his head and smiling at my actions.
"What are you smiling at?" I ask, eyes narrowing, a playful scowl written all over my face. "You look cute when you're nervous" he compliments with a crooked smile and I roll my eyes, scoffing at his words.
Once I hear the choreographer call out to everyone to come back and I start to make my way over Jungkook grabs me by my wrist and pulls me back towards him making me fall on his chest. "What are yo-" I start but he kisses me right on the lips and dips me real quick causing all the dancers to gasp and cheer us on.
"Alright you two that's enough" the choreographer scold and Jungkook breaks the kiss and steadies me on my feet again. I take a deep breath, my breath literally being taken away from how sudden that was and how embarrassed I am on top of it.
He rests his forehead on mine and lets out a dry chuckle before I wack him on the bicep which happens to be on full display today with his white muscle shirt on. "Why did you do that?" I whisper scream to him, looking around at all the eyes that have started to trickle away from us and listen to the instructions for the next run through.
"Just because he said we couldn't show too much chemistry while we're dancing doesn't mean that we can't do it while we're not" he smirk, placing a kiss on the back of my hand before running over to the group that's gathered in the middle of the practice room.
I shake my head at him and make my way over on my own, wiping my lips to take away his messy saliva he left on them and when he sees me do so he pouts a bit before looking turning his attention to where it once was.
"What just happened?" Nari whispers when I walk up next to her. "Don't look at me, Jungkook did it. He said something about they said we were showing too much chemistry while dancing but we can when we're not. I don't know something like that" I mumble and she nods her head and goes quiet for a second to listen but breaks her silence again.
"You know all of us had to sign new NDAs today right?" she says and I turn to look at her, my brows scrunched together in confusion. "Really? But why didn't I have to?" I question and she laughs at the same time that the choreographer tells us to get in starting position.
"We signed them so that they made sure we would keep our mouths shut about you two" she winks and the two of us and two other of the girls line up behind Jungkook to get in formation, waiting for the music to start.
"You're kidding me right?" I whisper and she shakes her head, "Your name was on it and everything. They even highlighted it since you guys are the newest idol couple. Well a couple that includes an idol" she says, clarifying her wording unnecessarily.
"Okay I get it I get it" I say, and cover my face with both of my hands in embarrassment. No wonder everyone had been giving me weird looks today.
As Jungkook's voice blares through the speakers Nari and I compose ourselves and wait for our parts.
"I can't touch you through the phone" Jungkook starts, getting into his idol mindset and I get weak in the knees like I always do but take a deep breath and remember to maintain chemistry with him but not too much...
"When there's two dimensions..." he says and our eyes lock when we step into each other. 'He's so fucking hot' is the only thing I can process, my body on autopilot, following muscle memory and willing myself to stop thinking about him.
"So if you're ready, and if you let me" 'Trust me I've let him' I think, my mind wandering to the places I've let him- "See it, in motion, in 3D" he sings, his voice going in and out of my head as I follow the steps along with everyone else.
'Okay why don't I just focus on the other dancers? Yeah make sure our formations look well and our moves are in sync' I think to myself and go along with that.
"Body to body to body to body to body" comes through next and I push on his right shoulder while one of the others girls pushes on his left and I look at the way he's grabbing onto him, definitely a lot harder than she needs to me and I annoyingly take note of it.
"You give me brand new emotion, you got me drinkin' that potion" he says and I hold onto his shoulder while we all do this hip thrust thing. I don't know what the choreographer was thinking when he gave the girls this kind of a move but alright. Being next to him and holding onto his while he does it tho is um...well let's just say the flashbacks are a lot more vivid this time.
"I just wanna see you like that see you like that..." 'God I swear why did I start focusing on the other dancers? Now all I can think about are the girls and everything that goes along with this song and how Jungkook's voice and music dictates our every movement.
"'Cause you know how I like it girl" 'Yes Jungkook, I know how you like it, and you know how I like it. When is this song gonna be over? This is honestly some sick form of torture at this point. You know what, lemme just look at the staff, yeah the staff will be more or less harmless right?'.
When I look towards the staff though my eye catch Jungkook's in the mirror behind them and it takes everything in me to not stop dead in my tracks.
The look in his eyes is mesmerizing, promises of things we would never say aloud hidden behind that fiery stare and it brings me some form of comfort, knowing that although he's singing this song to women through out the world and with female dancers around him, I'm the only one he's got his eyes on. The one he's singing his song to.
I wonder if the reason he chose this song was because these might've been some of his thoughts and feeling for me when we weren't living in the same city, or weren't even on the same continent. Why do I have to keep on having these thoughts? I swear I'm just digging myself deeper.
"I had one girl, too boring" I hear Jack's voice come through and I roll my eyes, chancing a glare at Jungkook and I see him wince, remembering the scolding I gave him when he showed me the song for the first time.
"Am I not enough for you? Too boring?" I fumed. It was on a day when I had been feeling a little insecure to begin with and when he told me he had another song I had been excited to listen because he was excited to show me.
"Baby that Jack's verse, I swear I don't feel like that! You know I've loved you since I was little! I promise!" he pleads and I just end up giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the night but I let him cling to me and he apologized over and over again.
"We already asked him to rewrite his lyrics a few times and I felt bad asking him again" he says, placing his chin on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my waist, being positively attached to my hip.
I turn around to face him, still with his arms wrapped around my waist to make sure he's being honest with me.
"You sure you don't mean that?" I say, glaring up at him and he nods, the poutiest lips and the saddest doe eyes I've ever seen are granted to me along with his response. "Okay" I say, cupping his face and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch before I tap him twice on the cheek.
"Hey" he whines, scrunching his brows together, a new flavor of a pout on his face. "Just make sure that any more features you have on this album young man have to do with monogamy, you got that?" I say pointedly and he nods his head up and down violently.
"I promise! I'll make sure to tell the producers" he says and I hum in response, loving his panicked response. "Why couldn't his verse have been like Latto's?" I groan and try to walk away from him but he pulls me back.
"And what might you mean by that princess?" he says, taking on a whole new demeanor knowing exactly what I mean based off the explicit lyrics. "How they more or less kinda sorta are based off of a true story" I mumble, looking down at where he's pressed our bodies together and dying to get rid of these clothes already.
"Yeah? Which part? Maybe I should make sure it's completely based off of a true story hm?" he says, his hands slowly trailing his hands down from my waist grab my ass, pulling me even closer if possible.
I lean my head against his chest getting shy at the thought that he's keep his promise and he laughs at the cute gesture mixed with the explicit words that garnered this reaction.
"Is my girl getting embarrassed?" he taunts, placing a kiss on top of my head but still making no moves to take his hands off my ass. I whine and he laughs again and lets up, leaning back to try and catch my gaze.
"You know I love you right?" he asks and I hide my face even more, making sure he can't see how red it's gotten. I nod my head and mumble out a muffled 'love you too' but he's not satisfied by my answer and starts walking us backwards, the back of my knees hit the couch and as a result has me not so gracefully falling onto it.
"Since you're too embarrassed to say that you love me it guess I'll just have to make you scream it instead" he says leaving me biting my lip, my heart rate skyrocketing when he comes closer...
'So if you're ready, and if you let me, I wanna see it in motion in 3D' blares through the speaker one last time at the end of the song, all of the dancers going on with the choreography and Jungkook looking back at us, at me and he knows what's on my mind and smirks through the lyrics and I know I'm an absolute goner once we're alone together.
Why do all of these songs have to be so sexual? Every single time we're done with practice or he finishes up his own rehearsals it seems as though he can't wait to be alone with me. Not that I'm complaining but how can one man contain this much stamina.
When Latto said 'Seven days a week, Seven different sheets, Seven different angles I can be your fantasy' she really hit it right on the head.
'You know how I like it girl, 3D' finally closes out the song and everyone stops, panting in effort to catch our breaths can be heard throughout the room and a few of us dramatically fall to the floor in an effort to ground ourselves, including Jungkook.
"Alright everyone that's a wrap. We'll see you guys bright and early Monday morning with one last rehearsal before we fly out to film the music video. Thank you very much and get some rest because we've got a long week ahead of us" the choreographer says and we all clap for each other and get ready to grab our stuff to go.
Jungkook comes over and gives me a hand to help me up and I take it right away, not even having to put in any effort with him putting in all the work to get me back on my feet. "You done for the day?" I ask, seeing that look in his eye, knowing exactly what's bound to happen and as soon as he's about to open his mouth one of the staff members calls him over again.
"Meet me in my studio, this shouldn't take long" he whispers in my ear leaving me shuddering as he leaves me, not giving me even a second to answer before he's jogging over to said staff.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go home together but it looks like you've got other plans" Nari says, scaring me again for what is it the third time today? I look at her and she knows the answer already, rolling her eyes and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Just don't get pregnant" she says, louder than I'd care to admit. "Nari!" I scold and she laughs, causing our little conversation to catch Jungkook's eye, granting me a wink in response but quickly switching back to a more professional demeanor.
"I'll see you later" she sings and I groan before picking up my dance bag and heading towards the locker rooms to shower. I'm thankful that they have these for us because I would hate to have to deal with being disgustingly sweaty just waiting for him to come back.
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Once I finish up I make my way to Jungkook's studio where I see him sitting at his desk, hair still dripping a bit while he towel dries it a bit more.
"Thought I told you to wait here for me" he teases, draping the small towel around his neck before getting up to walk towards me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me in to kiss him. I hum into the kiss, loving moments like these where we can openly be ourselves again.
"Didn't know how long they were gonna keep you so I took my time in there" referring to said shower and he kisses me again before taking my bag off my shoulder and throwing his towel in the little laundry basket by the door.
"Looks like you're gonna need another one soon though" he says, turning around and stalking towards me leaving me walking backwards until I stupidly back into his desk. "Is that a threat?" I ask, taking us back to that morning after.
"Thought by now you would know that I always keep my promises" he says and places his hand on my jaw, putting me at just the right angle to kiss me.
He starts slow, full of the longing and desire he had shown me when he was looking at me through that mirror and deepening the kiss, making me fall further and further into him.
Trailing my hands up his chest I bring them up to wrap my arm around his neck, trapping him against my lips while I use the other to run my fingers through his hair, making my nails drag along his scalp and pull at his locks just how he likes it leaving him groaning into the kiss.
"Tell me what you were thinking about during rehearsal" he says, pulling away from my lips before kissing me one last time and the trailing his lips down my neck. "I wasn't thinking about anything" I gasp when he bites down on my collarbone in response.
"Don't lie to me, I saw the way your eyes glossed over and how flustered you got when I finally caught your eye. Baby was having flashbacks wasn't she?" he teases, trailing his hands under the shirt I'm wearing which happens to be his.
I whimper when his hands cup my breasts, the warmth of his skin seeping through the pitiful excuse for a bra and he pinches one of my nipples as a punishment for not telling him the truth.
"I was thinking about you" I gasp, feeling him smiling against my skin before leaning back and pulling up my shirt a little, waiting for me to give him the go ahead by lifting up my arms which I do right away, used to having done this time and time again in his studio.
"Care to elaborate?" he asks cocking a brow at me, leaving me rubbing my thighs together giving him clear answers as to what I had been thinking of.
"Remembering that you know how I like it? Perhaps the champagne confetti you know you give me every time? Rain rain rain you can't fake it?" he says, trailing his hand down and pressing a finger against my center, already feeling how wet I am for him.
"Seems like she's already soaking wet isn't she" he says, trailing his hand up towards the drawstring on my sweats and tugging them as a plea to take them off. I hop off the desk and he immediately helps me out of them, smiling at the small wet stain that's been left on them before setting me up on his desk again, totally bare with only my bra on which is new and incredibly sheer him having just noticed since it's the last thing that's keeping me from being fully exposed.
I bring hands to my back to unclasp it but he tells me to leave it on. "It looks so pretty on you. Wanna fuck you in it" he growls into my ear before leaning back and ridding himself of his clothing and smashing his lips up against mine, having become even more needy if possible while scanning my body and taking off his clothes.
"Been thinking about this all day. Wish I could fuck you in here all the time. Can't even work properly in here. Just thinking about how I've fucked you everywhere in this room" he says, driving me to insanity while he drags his dick up and down my slit, making me dizzy from the stimulating but needing more to satiate this hunger he's built up in me.
"Jungkook please, do something" I plead, remembering the fact that this room is soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want in here which is another reason why he loves having sex in here. He tells me he that sometimes he wishes it wasn't though. Says he wants the whole company to know how he makes good on his word and is fucking me right.
"Needy little thing now aren't you" he says, holding back his need to be buried balls deep in me in favor of making me beg some more. I scoot my hips forward and pull him closer in an effort to do it myself but he gives me absolutely no power over the situation.
"Gotta stretch you out" he mumbles against my lips and replaces his dick with his fingers, dragging it along my folds to get some of my slick on it to make it easier to slide in and after playing why clit a little and gaining breathy whimpers from me in response he slides a finger in, drawing circles along my clit in an effort to help me relax.
He does a quick job of it but makes sure to be gentle nonetheless while prepping me for him, needing to me inside me now. As a result he's soon pulling his fingers out of me and placing them in my mouth, distracting me from the fact that seconds later he's pushing into me, leaving me moaning around his fingers.
When I bite down on them from the surprise of him putting it in he hisses from feeling my walls clench around him along with the pain from the bite.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and places both hands on my hips and pull me towards him, slamming the rest of his length inside of me leaving me arching my back and choking out a sob.
He snaps his hips into me over and over again at a fast pace he only settles for in times where he's extremely needy or feeling a need to remind me of who I belong to. The first being the case for this situation.
"Shouldn't have let you work on this project" he grunts while his hands grip my hips even harder, dimpling my skin, bound to leave marks tomorrow.
"Drives me fucking insane seeing you move like that, you know that? Makes it so hard for me to not pop a boner right then and there. Fuck how did I get so lucky?" he growls in my ear, leaving me drowning in the sound of his voice, hearing all the thoughts he's been having this whole time.
"You're lucky I took a chance on the loner" I slur out leaving him slowing his pace so he could look at me properly. "Loner huh?" he smirks and I nod, smirking right back at him. He rolls his eyes and picks up the pace again, leaving me giggling at his reaction but soon I'm moaning his name with ever snap of his hips, all my coherent thought long gone when I'm close to tipping over.
"You've got a smart mouth on you today huh? Just begging to get ruined like always, my girl is never satisfied until she's begging for me to stop. Telling me it's too much. You're so fucking adorable when you cry like that. Fuck I wish I cou-" "Shut Up" I choke out, cutting him off by smashing my lips against his, not being able to handle his dirty mouth anymore.
Although I know it's almost impossible for someone to hear us I can't help but want to muffle my moans with his mouth when I cum, making his swallow all of them as his hips stutter and my orgasm triggers him leaving his slowing down, changing his pace to one that more lazy but just as deep, fucking us both through our highs before he pulls out making me whine as the loss of contact.
Maybe I am insatiable, maybe I'm completely lost in him. Not just because of who he is or what he does to me but just because he's him. Someone that I want to spend my life with and although I've felt like that for a long time I'm sure the freshly fucked mindset I have right now is the reason these feelings have come to the front again.
He rests his forehead against mine and focuses on cleaning me up with a clean towel he had somehow gotten when I was lost in a daze and walks away, cleaning himself up quickly and throwing some sweats on.
Once he's done and throws yet another towel in the basket he walks back over to me and kisses me. Over and over and over again whispering sweet nothings between every kiss and I swear I could never ask for someone more perfect in my entire life.
"You okay?" he asks, pulling me off the desk and holding onto my hips, keeping me on my feet when my knees buckle once I make contact with the floor. "Yeah I'm, yeah I'm fine" I say, embarrassed by stumbling even though for the most part I always end up like this after we fuck.
"Did a number on you huh?" he smirks, guiding me over to the couch to rest after having helped me into thankfully another fresh change of clothes I had in my dance bag with me. "Shut up" I grumble and flop down onto it, laying down and he chuckles before laying down and putting his full weight on top of me.
I groan and hit him on the shoulders, hoping to get him off of me but he just laughs in response. "I swear you're trying to kill me" I say through labored breaths, but he thankfully alters his position so he's still on top of me but distributes some of his weight elsewhere.
"No, I just love you that's all" he says, propping his chin on my chest and looking at me as if I hung the stars for him. "I love you too weirdo" I say, ruffling his hair when he pouts at me words, feigning offense.
"First I'm a loner and now I'm a weirdo? You hurt me with your words" he whines, placing his hands on his chest right over where his heart is. "You are a weirdo" I say, sitting back up and cupping his face turning it towards me. "But you're my weirdo" I whisper, placing my forehead against his and rubbing my nose up against his, giving him eskimo kisses.
"We need to get home" he says standing up and grabbing my hand to hoist me up as well. "Wait, why?" I ask, questioning his urgency and also getting a fluttering feeling when he call his place home as if we lived there together.
"You're too cute to fuck just once today and I wanna spoil you" he says, kissing me and making me lose myself in him again. When he pulls away I laugh as I watch him clean up everything and grab both of our bags to carry out and when I try to reach to take mine from him he refuses.
"Least I can do for my girl after that champagne confetti is carry her bag" he teases and drags me out of the studio before I'm able to scold him properly. "Jeon Jungkook you better watch yourself" I growl and he laughs, thoroughly pleased with himself.
"I'd rather see you, in motion, in 3D" he says pulling me into the elevator and pressing G for garage while I push him against the wall once the doors close. "Feisty are we? Thought I took care of that back there" he taunts.
"Just shut up and kiss me" I mumble against his lips and he switches roles, turning me around and pressing me against it instead. "You're gonna get yourself into trouble you know that?" he says between kisses, gripping onto my hips and pulling them flush up against his, showing me how hard he still is.
"I counting on it" I say and we laugh before he kisses me breathless, the elevator taking us, down down down, each moment bringing us closer to my demise. Knowing tonight will leave me completely shattered, but luckily I've got him to pick up the pieces.
The End
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I've been recently getting fascinated with the idea of gentle confusion hypnotic techniques.
Suggesting that it's hard to tell how deep you are, and giving conflicting information. Saying you're almost awake, that you're so far down, that it doesn't matter at all. Waking you up and using your heightened suggestibility soon after trance to keep giving suggestions, then asking why I can do that if you're supposed to be awake. It doesn't matter how deep you are, what matters is that your mind is mine right now.
Interweaving multiple visuals and triggers, setting one up and then doing another completely, dropping you in the middle of a sentence, then telling you to keep talking as I whisper little suggestions in your ear.
Telling you to try to resist while praising you for obeying, saying that your conscious mind is the one resisting and your subconscious is the one that knows what it wants, and simply making the conscious one disappear for a while.
Expectations can undermine a subject, so if the only reliable thing in a sessionis your voice, that's what they'll come to cling to.
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Echoes of Orpheus
I wanted to write. It's been a while! Exploring the idea that after Tav dies, Raphael isn't okay with just letting their immortal soul slip away.
Raphael x Tav!reader (gn)
The Hero of Baldur's Gate they had named you, dragging you time and again back into the spotlight of a fame you never wanted.
Survival.
That was all you had wanted. The will to escape the worm inside your head had evolved and taken on life of its own until you were teaming up with angels, devils, druids and warlocks to take down an Elder Brain.
With glory and infamy alike you had lived.
Just like every mortal, your body grew weak around the soul it harbored and eventually passed on.
Like a gossamer thread, your soul was freed from its mortal coil, slipping into the next world gratefully. You felt light and young, strong again.
Echoes and shadows surrounded you, an inexorable pull drawing you down into unknown space and time.
Stars whirled around your vision, hues of azure and lilac danced and merged to create a midnight sky. Up ahead, you saw a white light and knew that was your destination.
But something was wrong.
The gravitational pull guiding you to safe harbor lessened, another sensation arose. You heard your name whispered behind your ear, turning your head to see only a vast abyss that drew fear into your heart.
A familiar smell, a purple light replacing the white-golden rays up ahead. You willed yourself toward it, apprehension and excitement roiling through your being.
So close now. You reached out and a large hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you forward with a great heave.
"Raphael." Your first words uttered since your death. In his ironclad grip you felt almost alive again, awakening the tethers to your mortal life. To him.
He wore the crown of Karsus, the source of that purple glow. The silver metal twisted perfectly amongst his sharp horns, his eyes familiar and blazing hellfire-gold.
"Not even a word of farewell?" Raphael did not relinquish his grasp on you. "I taught you better manners than that."
You did not know what to say, shock holding your tongue as you fought to understand how he could interrupt the natural course of your spirit. "The crown." You whispered.
Raphael nodded. "I understand death has not dulled your wit." He intoned dryly, then tugged you a bit further into his plane. "Nor will it succeed in taking you from me. We still have work to do, you and I."
"You have no right to my soul, I made no deal with you."
"Therein you are most grievously in error." Raphael smiles, dangerous and sharp, the touch of his hand becoming more heavy and real with each passing moment you stayed in his presence. "I am your past. I am your present. And I am your future, little mouse. No mortal frailty will alter that law."
Another tug, the draw to him inescapable as it had been in your previous life. Your palm found the front of his chest, pressing until you could feel the fabric of his velvet tunic.
Raphael tucked a finger beneath your chin and raised your gaze to his once more, his tone softening to that familiar sultry purr. "I will give you life anew, more than any god could offer. You were mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, little mouse."
The old nickname sparked a flame within you, defiance and desire. "I will not be trapped in one of your gilded cages, or placed on a pedestal to be drooled over by your incubus."
"There you are." Raphael squeezed your chin before releasing you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Already coming back to yourself, it seems. And no, dear...you will be put to use, not shelved with my other prizes." He held out a hand. "Now come. Worlds anew wait for us to conquer."
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𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉!𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝑭!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 + 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑷𝒐𝒄 𝑮𝑭
𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡!𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐏𝐨𝐜 𝐆𝐅
There’s no doubt this man is ROUGHHH when having sex.
He’s overprotective of you especially when you guys are out and you’re wearing something short and tight.
he hates when you tease, which normally results in him fucking ur brains out.
His favourite thing to do to you when you’ve either, pissed him off, teased him or didn’t do what he asked is edge you.
He gets off watching you beg to cum as he pounding into you with no mercy.
“N-no Chris! Please l-let me cum!”. You’d cry out, already shaking from the previous times he’s edged you.
“Shouldn’t have been acting like a little slut today and you would’ve cum 4 times already”. He groans deep in ur ear continuing to ruin you.
Definitely fucks you in the bathroom at the party and leaves you with cum dripping down your leg.
Leaves you shaking every time, he won’t stop until he feels you either learned ur lesson or he made you feel good.
Loves the sound ur ass makes when he’s fucking you from behind, he’s always touching it, Grabbing it, slapping it all of the above that man loves your ass
Will leave you marked up in hickeys all over ur thighs, tits, inner thighs, as a reminder of whose girl you are incase you forget.
Definitely chokes you while your in missionary / fucking you from behind.
Pulls ur hair but neverrrr where he hurts you
Made sure to establish a safe word
Degrading is his favourite thing, he loves it.
“Fuck- such a little slut, keep making those noises for me yeah?”.
“God ur pathetic, about to cum already?”.
Don’t even get started on dumification.
“Such a dumb whore, fucked out on my cock”.
“Aww look at you, all fucked out from how good I’m making you feel”.
“Wow, I thought you couldn’t get any louder, god you whore”. He’d say this while also trying not to moan because as much he’d never admit it, he loved how you wrapped around him perfectly.
he’d always be quick to remind you who you belong to Like THATS HIS GIRL ( he’s also hella jealous so he’d take you laughing at one of matts jokes, than he’d walk in and thinks your flirting. )
“Your mine right? Or should I call Matt? Seemed to be all over him”.
“can. He. Fuck. Better. Than. Me?”. He’d say all this while thrusting harder in between each word.
“Yeah keep moaning my name baby, let all the neighbours know whose girl you are”.
BIG BREEDING KINK LOVES CUMMING INSIDE YOU
“fuck ma- gonna stuff you with my cum- you’d like that wouldn’t you?”.
“gonna fill your pretty pussy up- shit-“.
The sight of your juices mixed with his could get him off any day
Has a hidden photo album of pictures of you post sex and videos of you screaming his name. Don’t even get me started on the my eyes only.
Loves cockwarming, typically after aftercare he always wants to be close to you.
Despite how rough he is during sex, that man ALWAYS takes care of you after.
Right after you both finish after hell, how many rounds? He’s quick to check on you and sometimes worried he went too far.
“hey baby, you okay? Was it too much?”.
“shh i got you, gonna take care of you now ok?”.
“You did so good for me pretty girl”.
He immediately run you a warm bath with your favourite bath bombs.
He’d clean you up first because he can wait, he’d rather have you feel better than him.
You’re super sensitive after sex so he always takes his time, staring on ur inner thighs first.
“Let me know when it’s too much ok?”.
Despite you secretly loving the rough sex, and you both established that, he would always reassure you.
“Your so pretty yk that?”. He would whisper while helping you in the bath.
“my girl, how’d i get so lucky”.
“Oh and ur definitely not a whore or s-“.
“Chris, baby, I’m okay don’t worry about it”. You’d giggle tiredly playing with the soap.
“I know but ur covered in hickeys like everywhere”. He’d scratch his head.
“Chris please ur back has seen better days”.
He’d go change the sheets to fresh clean ones fresh in the dryer.
Typically you’d want to sleep after so he played those calm noises you like and a glass of water.
right after you dried off with the help of him as you could still barley process what happened, you’d sleep in a shirt of his and a pair of panties.
You’d fall asleep once immediately in the warmth of his arms.
“There you go, sleep well baby”.
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can you do one with Sakura with a s/o who just compliments him randomly at times and he gets all blushy ykk? Love ur writing for windbreaker !!!!!! <3
There are so many blushy Sakura panels in the manga. I adore all of them.
Haruka Sakura x reader
Randomly complimenting him and using pickup lines.
Even before your relationship with Haruka, you knew he was so, so, so easy to fluster. His blushing face quickly became one of your favourite features in the man. You thought he didn't like it in the beginning always yelling and awkwardly telling you not to embarrass him. Surprisingly, he didn't mind when you complimented him, even seeking out your praises whenever the possibility for one arrived.
Everyone in Bofurin was aware, that when you were near your boyfriend his face would be red most of the time. You just knew what to do to make him this way. Were you bad for using it for your entertainment? Maybe. But he loved you either way so..
"Your hair and eyes have been always bi-colour and you will always be-mine." You said to him once, while you walked to school.
"What?" He looked at you confused trying to understand what you meant.
You sighed deeply before turning to him.
"You know bi-colour, be-mine." You pointed first at his hair and then at you.
Another minute passed before his cheeks and ears burned red and he spluttered some things you couldn't understand turning away from you. You, however, laughed at his reaction and grabbed his hand before pulling him towards the school.
Haruka wasn't aware that it was the first of many pick-up lines you'd use on him just to get a reaction, you so loved.
The next one was when he'd just beat down some guys, while you were watching from the sidelines. You cheered him on throughout the fight and as the last guy fell down you bounced up to him.
"Oh wow, that last punch was something." You complimented trying to imitate your boyfriend.
He puffed out his chest his face slightly pink from the fight and, mostly, the praise. The smile on your face turned to a smirk as you brought your finger to your lips humming in thought.
"Is your dad a boxer?" You asked him your grin starting to show as you knew what you'd say next, while he wasn't aware what he got himself into.
"What no! You know well enough that-"
"Because you're a knockout!" You cut him off quickly sending a wink and finger guns in his direction.
He stared at you his face reddening but he was too stunned to speak.
"Ah, you prefer knight in shining armour more, huh?" You teased him and instantly tried to evade the light slaps he sent into your arm to make you stop.
He ran after you yelling for you to stop while you ran away laughing and arguing you would never, because you knew he secretly loved it.
Haruka knew your intentions pretty well when it came to these random compliments and pick-up lines. He thought that with time passing he would get used to them and they wouldn't have that kind of effect on him anymore. Oh how wrong he was.
Collecting Haruka from Bofurin you gave him some snacks you collected on your way. He thanked you but when he saw you looking left and right carefully, he followed your gaze before asking.
"What is it?"
"Be careful the police may be on to you." You whispered to him and he looked at you appalled.
"Why? I didn't do shit."
"For stealing my heart." You said swiftly kissing his cheek.
His face was once again bright red and a frown appeared on his face.
He just couldn't believe that instead of him handling the situations like that better it was you who got better at acting and tricking him.
"You're an idiot." He said munching on the chocolate you gave him, pretty much still flustered by you.
"But I'm your idiot." Your words made him choke on the thing and you helped him before erupting into belly laughter.
Haruka was still blushing no matter how many times you exposed him to your affectionate words. He finally came to realize that you just had that effect on him and he didn't mind it that much anymore.
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Obsessive Flames // E.Munson
Pairing: Eddie munson /Reader
Reader Gender: not told but afab when sex
CW: sex, Unportected sex[ wrap it before u tap it] slight dubcon at first
wc: 11591
As you make your way through the dark and ominous hallways of Hawkins high school, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. You turn a corner and come face to face with Eddie Munson, but something is off. His eyes are cold and dead, his expression twisted into a menacing grin. In the dimly lit forest, you find yourself walking along a narrow path. The leaves crunch beneath your feet as you hear the faint sound of a guitar in the distance. You quicken your pace, eager to find the source of the music. As you approach the clearing where the music is coming from, you see Eddie sitting on a fallen log, playing his beloved guitar. But something doesn't seem right. He looks up at you with those cold, dead eyes and you feel a chill run down your spine.
"Eddie, what's going on?" Eddie continues to play his guitar, the haunting melody sending shivers down your spine. He doesn't respond, instead his gaze becomes more intense and predatory. You try to back away slowly, but you feel a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly.
"Where do you think you're going?" Eddie's voice is cold and menacing, a stark contrast to his usual carefree demeanor. You try to speak, but your voice fails you. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans in closer, his grip on your shoulder tightening.
"I've been waiting for you." Eddie's other hand reaches up to your face, tracing your jawline with his thumb. You can feel the roughness of his callouses against your skin, a reminder of the many hours he's spent practicing his music. But there's something else in his touch, something darker and more dangerous.
"You're mine." Eddie's voice is firm and unyielding, leaving no room for argument. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. His other hand moves to your waist, pulling you onto his lap.
"Eddie, what are you doing?" Eddie's grip on you tightens, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm taking what's mine," he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. You can feel his breath hot and heavy against your skin, causing you to shiver.
"But Eddie, I don't understand." Eddie's grip on you tightens even further, almost to the point of pain. "You don't need to understand," he hisses, his lips still close to your ear. "You just need to submit to me." Eddie's hand moves to your throat, gently but firmly gripping it. His thumb strokes your skin as he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice low and intense.
You feel a surge of fear and confusion, but there's something else too. A small part of you can't help but feel a spark of excitement, a thrill at being dominated by Eddie in this way. You've always admired his passion and intensity, and now you find yourself drawn to it, even as it scares you. Eddie's hand moves from your throat to your chin, gently tilting your head up so that you're looking into his eyes. His grip on you is still tight, but there's a softness in his expression now, a tenderness that takes you by surprise.
"I'm sorry," Eddie says, his voice softer now. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just needed to know that you were really here, that this wasn't just another one of my hallucinations." Eddie's grip on you loosens, his thumb gently stroking your chin. "I've been hearing things, seeing things that aren't there." Eddie's eyes fill with a mix of sadness and fear as he continues to confess. "I thought I was losing my mind. But then I heard your voice, and I knew you were real. I knew I had to see you, had to make sure you were really here." Eddie's grip on you has loosened, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you try to process what's happening. You've never seen Eddie like this before - so intense, so vulnerable. You can see the fear and desperation in his eyes, and it breaks your heart.
Eddie's hand moves from your chin to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Please," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Stay with me. Don't leave me alone in this darkness."
You can feel the weight of Eddie's words pressing down on you, and you realize that he needs you. You look into Eddie's eyes, seeing the raw emotion and vulnerability that he's showing you. You can feel the tension in his grip, the fear and desperation that's driving him. And in that moment, you make a decision. You're not going to leave him alone in this darkness. You lean in closer to Eddie, your lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. You can feel him relax slightly, his grip on you loosening as he returns your kiss. But there's still a fire in his touch, a passion that you can feel pulsing through his veins. As you continue to kiss, the passion between you grows more intense. Eddie's hands move to your hair, gripping it tightly as he deepens the kiss. You can feel his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting you in a way that makes your head spin.
The kissing becomes more urgent, more primal, as if both of you are trying to convey your emotions and desires without words. Eddie's hands move from your hair to your body, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel his hands move down your body, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hips. He pulls you closer to him, his hardness pressing against you in a way that makes you gasp. Eddie's kisses become more insistent, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he growls softly. Eddie's hands move to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside. His eyes hungrily take in the sight of your bare skin, and you can feel his breath catch in his throat. He leans in closer, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and shoulders.
Eddie's lips make their way down to your breasts, his tongue flicking at your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You can feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, every kiss. Eddie's hands move to the clasp of your bra, unfastening it with a deftness that takes you by surprise. Eddie's eyes light up as your bra falls away, revealing your bare breasts to his gaze. He dips his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. You can feel the sensation shoot straight to your core, making you moan softly. Eddie's free hand continues to explore your body, tracing a path down your stomach and beneath the waistband of your pants. You can feel his fingers probing at your entrance, teasing you in a way that makes you squirm with pleasure.
Eddie's fingers slip inside of you, and you can feel yourself clenching around him. He starts to move his fingers in a slow, rhythmic motion, building up a steady pace that has you panting with pleasure. Eddie's thumb finds your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to make your legs shake. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but Eddie doesn't let up. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, his thumb working your clit in slow, deliberate circles. Just as you're about to tip over the edge, Eddie pulls his fingers out of you and stands up. You look up at him, confused and a little disappointed, but he's looking at you with a fire in his eyes that takes your breath away. Eddie extends a hand to help you up from the ground, his movements quick and decisive. Once you're on your feet, he pulls you close to him, his hands gripping your hips as he kisses you deeply. You can feel his hardness pressing against you, and you can't help but grind against him in response.
Eddie's lips never leave yours as he guides you backwards towards the bed, his hands never breaking contact with your body. Once the back of your legs hit the edge of the mattress, Eddie gently pushes you down until you're lying flat on your back. Eddie breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes locked onto yours as he reaches down to undo his pants. You watch, mesmerized, as he pushes them down, revealing his boxers and the obvious bulge beneath. Eddie kicks his pants aside, his eyes never leaving yours. Eddie then hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulls them down, releasing his hardness. He kicks his boxers aside and climbs onto the bed, settling himself between your legs. Eddie's body hovering over yours, his hardness pressing against your wetness. He smiles down at you, his eyes full of desire. "Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice husky and low.
You nod, unable to speak, your body trembling with anticipation. Eddie takes your silence as an affirmative, and he slowly begins to push himself inside of you. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, the sensation both uncomfortable and incredibly pleasurable. Eddie moves slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Once Eddie is fully inside of you, he pauses for a moment, allowing you both to catch your breath. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with concern and desire. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle. You nod, unable to speak, your body still trembling with pleasure and anticipation. Eddie starts to move his hips, slowly at first, but then building up a steady rhythm that has you both moaning with pleasure. He braces himself with one hand next to your head, while the other hand roams your body, exploring every inch of your skin. His lips find yours again, kissing you deeply as he continues to thrust into you.
The feeling of Eddie's body moving against yours, his hardness filling you up completely, is overwhelming. You can feel every inch of him, and the sensation is both intense and exhilarating. Eddie's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slapping against yours as he drives himself deeper inside of you. You wrap your legs around Eddie's waist, pulling him in deeper as you meet his thrusts with your own hips. The feeling of him inside of you is incredible, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Eddie's hand continues to roam your body, his fingers finding your clit once again. He circles it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You cry out, your back arching off the bed as you climax hard around him. Eddie groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With one final thrust, he stills, burying himself deep inside of you as he reaches his peak.
Eddie collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy and labored. He rolls off to the side, pulling you with him so that you're both lying on your backs, wrapped in each other's arms. Eddie's fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on your arm as you both come down from the high of your lovemaking. As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter, Eddie's fingers continue to explore your body. His touch is gentle and soothing, and you can feel yourself starting to relax in his arms. Your breathing slowly returns to normal, and your heart rate slows down. Eddie looks over at you, his eyes soft and full of affection. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
Eddie's lips brush against your forehead as he whispers those three little words. You smile, your heart swelling with love for this amazing man who has just given you the most incredible pleasure. You turn your head towards him, your lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. "I love you too." The words hang in the air between you, heavy with emotion. Eddie's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear to let you go. You feel completely at peace in this moment, wrapped up in his warmth and love.
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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.
hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.
summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.
warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.
You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.
“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)
“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.
“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.
“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”
Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.
It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.
“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”
He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.
You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.
“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”
“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.
Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?
A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.
He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.
“Do you mean…?!”
Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.
“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.
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I hate you
Type: One shot
Pairing:Eris x Night court reader
Based off of this request
Smut- MDNI
I can feel the heir of Autumns breath mixing with mine as we stand panting, his body leaning over mine as he has me shoved against a tree, his hands locking mine above my head.
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*earlier*
“Yn!”
“Oh- yes Rhys?”
“I’m so sorry to spring this on you so last minute but is there any chance you could go around the autumn borders? We’ve been getting reports of possible disruption. Eris should already know that someone would be coming.” His face is pulled into a half frown of sorts, his eyebrows pinched and eyes filled with apology. He knew just how much I hated Eris.
“Sure. I can do that for you.” I knew things were stressful for everyone after the war and Rhysand was no exception, I could put up with the prince for a little bit if it meant making his load even a little bit lighter. The high lord visibly relaxes, his shoulders slumping and his face showing nothing but appreciation.
“Great, thank you so much, I will tell him you will be there tomorrow morning?”
“Yes, yes. Let me go get my things packed.” With a nod of my head, I turn to leave making my way up the stairs and to my room. I quickly slip from my leathers, pulling my hair down from its up-do and walk towards the bathroom. The bathtub is already nearly full as I wash my face and brush my hair. I sink into the warm water, letting it sooth my muscles as I relax, a long breathe leaving my lips.
After finishing in the bath, and changing, I start to pack, taking the time to mentally prepare my self for my visit to Autumn.
‘It will be ok Yn. It’s only for a day, then you can come back and relax and spend some time with your family.
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As I move across the borders, I spot the fiery hair of the heir. “Eris.” His name comes out a near hiss, the word leaving a bad taste in my tongue.
His signature smirk spreads across his face. “Yn.” And how are you in this fine day.
“Worse now that I’ve had to see your face.”
“Oh you love my face.”
A scoff passes my lips, “Yeah, and humans can fly.”
“What was that darling?”
“One- don’t call me that. Two- I thought we were telling lies?”
“Nope, no lies here princess.”
“Ugh.” An exasperated sigh leaves me as I begin walking through the woods of Autumn, looking at all the colors in the trees.
“Hey! I wasn’t done with you princess.” Eris winnows in front of me, blocking my path.
“Move out of my way Eris.”
“Make me.” The smirk is back, his eyes darkening as he moves forward causing me to take a step back.
“I-I’m serious Eris. Leave me alone.” I back up again, and again, and again. The cat and mouse game goes in for a moment before my back inevitably hits a tree. I look around the empty forest, my breath picking up.
“Oh, I don’t think I want to do that Princess.” His voice is a whisper in my ear as his hands roam down my sides, heat pooling in my panties. “And,” a nip to my ear lobe, “I don’t think you want that either.”
“G-get a-away from me.” But the truth is, I don’t want that, I don’t want him to leave. I can feel his natural heat radiating from his body as his lips slowly come to my neck. Kissing slowly up the side, to my jaw, the corner of my lips. He pauses.
“Tell me you want this princess.”
“I-I want this Eris. I want you.” Fuck, what did I just say! What demon has crawled in me and made me say these things, my mind is in a frenzy as his lips finally meet mine but I can’t help but kiss back. Our mouths molding together. A small moan leaves me as his fingers dance at the hem of my pants.
‘Stop it! Stop this right now! You hate him! I hate him!’ A voice screams at the back of my mind but I can’t find the ability to voice it, to actually make him stop. I know he would, I knew the truth. Eris was respectful, if I told him to stop, he would. I know he would. But I just can’t tell him too.
Eris’ hands find my own, sliding up my arms, pulling them above my head and locking them there.
‘Come on! Tell him to stop!’
‘I can’t. I can’t, feels to good. I like this.’
An inner war rages in my head as he sucks a mark just above the collar of my shirt, one hand leaving there place holding mine to find the hem of my pants, ripping them and my panties with a growl. I gasp as he does this, earning a chuckle from the fox.
“Stop.” I finally find my voice, it’s shaky but there.
“Oh? You want me to stop princess, his hand continues to trail to my dripping core.
“Stop. I hate this. I hate you!”
Another chuckle passed his lips as his fingers finally meet my clit. “Oh? It doesn’t seem like it?” Before I have time to even think of a response, his fingers are delving into my heat. I’m embarrassed of the moan that leaves me, nearly a scream. “All this for me princess?” His fingers leave me, my whole clenching around nothing. I pant as he brings them in between our faces. Marveling at the sight of my juices coating his fingers. “Open.”
And for some fucked up reason.
I listen.
My mouth drops open, tongue sticking out as he places his fingers in, I suck them in, my tongue swirling across them, greedily taking everything I can.
“Now that’s enough. Don’t be greedy now princess.” It’s like he reads my fucking mind. I hate it. But at the same time. I love it. Love this. He takes a moment to quickly shed off his layers, I do the same, taking off my shirt and bra, seeing as my pants had already been stripped from me.
My mouth waters at the sight of his pulsing cock, a drop of precum falling from its tip. I’m flipped around, my bare breasts scraping across the bark of the tree as I feel him like up with my entrance, teasingly sliding through my folds as a whine of protest leaves me. He chuckles as he shoves in to the hilt with one strong thrust.
“Fuck!” He sets a strong pace, pulling out to the tip and pushing in till his pelvis meets mine. “Eris, eris. Ah fuck Eris.” His name leaves me like a chant as he continues his brutal pace, grunts and groans from him mixing with my moans and whimpers.
“You feel so good around my cock princess, so tight, sucking me in so good. Ugh you sound so beautiful to, chanting my name.” His pace gets more rapid as he pulls my hair, forcing my head up, eyes meeting mine.
“I’m close.” I can barely hear it myself, surprised when he responds.
“Me too princess, me too.” His thrusts get sloppy as I feel the spring tighten before snapping, white blurring my vision as hot waves of pleasure roll over me. “Good girl.” And with one final thrust, he cums, filling my dummy walls with his seed, a growl leaving him.
A whine leaves me as he pulls out, “Rhys is gonna kill me.” He chuckles at my words before pulling his clothes on, magicing my clothes back together and on my body. “Can we just like, say we looked around.”
“Oh princess, I made those fake reports. I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh? And what if Az or Cass had come. Would they be up against a tree, getting fucked by the price of Autumn?” I turn around, shirt falling over my head, “it’s ok, I support.” I smirk as he shakes his head.
“I knew he’d send you. Now you’d better get home before we get in trouble.” I nod, turning to leave before he stops me, his hand coming to my chin, pulling my face to look into his eyes. He leans forward, his lips meeting mine for another kiss, this one slow and tender, loving and soft.
———
As I finally arrive home, I walk to the dining room to find my family. All trying to hide laughs, Cassian failing miserably. “What? What is it?”
“You reek of Eris. Not to mention the uh.. marks of claim.” He snickers as Nesta slaps him, smiling as well.
“Well I think he smells lovely.” I can’t think of any other retort as I sit down, piling food onto my plate.
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Thank you anon for the request! This was very fun to write and I hope it meets your standards and hopes! Love y’all and thank you for alllll the requests I’m getting, I haven’t done it before so I didn’t realize it posted all the responses and now I can only link them. That will be different in the future I promise!
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of violent delights chap 21
the triwizard tournament
11 october 1996
Mattheo’s POV
“Hi,” a small voice murmurs from my side and I look down at the ethereal vision that is Mia Potter in the morning. Her green eyes look up at me hazily, a sleepy smile on her lips, her auburn hair messily falling out of the bun she’d worn yesterday.
“Hi, princess,” I smile, resting my coffee cup and sketchbook on the nightstand before laying back down and pulling Mia over into my arms. Mia hums contently, nuzzling her head into my shoulder. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good,” she says through a yawn, “You?”
“Like a baby,” I confirm, my fingers playing with a strand of hair falling out of her bun mindlessly.
“Do I smell coffee?” She asks, turning so her hand rests on my bare chest and her chin resting over her scar so she can look at me. I nod and reach over to grab the coffee cup and hand it to her. She props herself up on her elbows and takes a sip and sighs happily. “You need to teach me how you make your coffee. Everytime I try it's practically herbal tea,” she says after she finishes the cup and I grab my wand and tap the cup, filling it back up with coffee, just to see the joy and wonder shine in her eyes.
“The simplest things make you happy,” I chuckle, my knuckles brushing against her cheek.
“Good coffee goes a long way,” she chuckles, offering me the cup back and I take a long sip before I rest it back on the nightstand. I lay back on the pillows, gazing at the woman in my arms with awe. “What?”
“Nothing, just… I’m sorry about Elladora,” I respond softly, one arm behind my head and the other fiddling with Mia’s fingers, her nails painted a dark red.
“Don’t be. I’m used to Lestrange and her venom,” she responds easily, weaving her fingers with mine.
“You’re gonna realize I’m more trouble than I’m worth soon,” I chuckle, my eyes taking in the sight before me, terrified it's destined to fall apart even though it feels more right than anything has before.
“I don’t mind trouble,” Mia responds with a soft smile, “It keeps life interesting,” she says, pulling herself up to hover over me. My hands immediately find her waist beneath the scarlet quilt, rubbing circles on her skin with my thumb.
“Mia…”
“Don’t,” she says, shaking her head, “Don’t try to talk yourself or me out of this, Matt. No one else matters, except us.” She leans down as her forehead connects with mine, her arms bending so she’s laying directly on top of me. “No one else changes this,” she whispers, her fingers running through my hair.
“You’re right,” I mutter with a nod and she moves her head back to look at me.
“I usually am,” she winks with a smile. I smile and pull her closer again; our lips connecting again as I roll us over so I’m on top of Mia, pinning her beneath me.
“Hm, of course you are, princess,” I say lowly in her ear before my lips trail a line down the soft skin of her neck, the faded smell of perfume and smoke lingering on her skin. Mia lets out a soft gasp, her hands exploring the expanse of my back, sending chills up my spine, and I wish I could stay here in this moment for the rest of my life, this woman in my arms as we ignore the rest of the world.
✦
Euphemia’s POV
“Hey, can I talk to you?” I ask, twisting my ring anxiously. Fred looks up from some small invention in his fingers, his eyes catching on my hands, and nods. Even though Mrs. Weasley threw away all their order forms and inventions for Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, George and Fred have stayed determined. I sit on the couch and sigh. “I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to get mad at me. Or get even more mad at me than you already are.” Fred’s hands stop fiddling and he looks up again at me, his eyes distant.
“Let me guess, you and Riddle are officially together,” he says bluntly. He’s always known me better than anyone else, able to read me easily.
“Yeah… I wanted you to hear it from me first and I know you don’t approve and I also can’t stand that you’re mad at me but I’m also not going to stop seeing him so we need to figure out where we go from here. I know you hate him and you don’t have to like him but I need you to at least try to give him a chance. Just try to tolerate him at least, please. That’s all I’m asking, Freddie. You’re my best friend and I just need you to try because you being mad at me is driving me crazy,” I say, quickly running through all the things I decided I needed to say to him.
“He’s going to fuck everything up, Mia. Your happiness, your reputation, you-”
“Well it’s mine to ruin! I’m happy now and I don’t care about what anyone else in the world thinks. It’s not my fault everyone else has unrealistic expectations of me,” I interrupt him, beyond tired of being expected to live up to this perfect, innocent little girl idea everyone wants me to be.
“This isn’t you!” Fred says, waving his hands wildly.
“Yes, it is, don’t you see?! For probably the first time in my life this is completely and totally me. What I want, not what’s best for Harry or what I think everyone else wants for me, just what I want. I’m tired, Freddie. I’m tired of doing what I think I’m supposed to do or what everyone else says to.” I say exasperated and pleading with him to understand. Fred watches me for a long moment, his eyes looking at me like I’m an invention he can’t get to work properly. “Just once, I want to do what I want.”
“You really like him, don’t you?” He says finally, his eyes softer than they were before.
“Yeah,” I say, so quietly it's almost a whisper, “I do.” Fred nods, setting the small box he was working on down and his eyes finally find mine.
“If he hurts you, George and I will make him pay for it,” he says matter of factly, as if he was commenting on the weather. I can’t help but laugh a little.
“Harry said the same thing so I’m sure he’d be willing to help if it comes to that,” I chuckle.
“Good, I think Bill and Charlie will want to pitch in. Ginny too, I’m sure.”
“I’ll make sure to tell him that he’ll have to answer to the whole Weasley clan if he fucks up,” I smile. Fred laughs and nods, his eyes a little distant for a moment, staring off just to the left of me. “So we’re good? You don’t hate me for-”
“I could never hate you, Mia. We’re all good. As long as you’re happy,” Fred interrupts me, knocking his shoulder against mine playfully.
“Thank you… I love you, Freddie,” I say, leaning into my best friend.
“Love you too, Phe. In a totally platonic, you’re my best friend save George kinda way,” Fred responds with a cheeky grin and we both laugh.
���Did you guys finally make up?” George asks as he steps off the stairs and comes to sit next to Fred.
“Yeah, we’re good,” Fred nods with a smile for me.
“Thank, Godric!” George yells loudly, making everyone in the common room whip around to look at us and the three of us burst into laughter and for the moment. Everything feels normal again as we laugh and the rest of the room shakes their heads at us thinking, Just the twins and Mia making a ruckus again. Life as normal.
✦
24 october 1996
I sit at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for the Welcome Feast for the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The Great Hall is decked out with banners of the houses and the Hogwarts crest. An extra table has been added to the hall for the visiting students, one side filled by French students dressed in silk blue robes that cannot be very warm and the other filled with the students of the Scandinavian school who are dressed much more appropriately for the weather. Madam Maxine of Beauxbatons and Headmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang sit up at the teacher’s table as well as Mr. Crouch from the Ministry of Magic.
As we eat, talk circles heavily around the tournament but most people are in awe of Victor Krum who came with the Durmstrang entourage. Ron and Harry, in particular, in star struck that the Bulgarian Seeker is in the same building as them for the second time in a season. While my friends are more concerned with the French girls.
“Man, I’m telling you, they don’t make girls like that at Hogwarts,” Fred says, sparing a smile for the girls at the guest table which sends a small cacophony of giggles into the air.
“Ugh, really nice,” I scoff and roll my eyes.
“Just truth telling,” Fred shrugs.
“Well they certainly don’t make men like Krum at Hogwarts either,” Angelina responds with a smirk, turning over her shoulder towards the Durmstrag students, and George’s face sours. I make eye contact with Alicia and we both fail to stifle our laughter. We all know George and Angelina are whipped for each other, except them, but before either can question Ali and I, Dumbledore stands and holds his hands up for silence.
“The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the case just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” Dumbledore motions to Crouch as we clap half heartedly. “Mr. Crouch has helped make the necessary arrangements for each challenge, of which there will be three, spaced out throughout the school year.”
“So three tasks is the reason we can’t play Quidditch this year?” Angelina mutters and I shrug.
“Three champions will be chosen, one from each school, to compete in these tasks and will be marked on how they perform and the winner will win the Triwizard Cup,” to which Dumbledore motions back to Crouch who holds up a large trophy that looks similar to the Quidditch Cup we won last year. “The champions will be chosen by an impartial party. The Goblet of Fire!” Dumbledore then motions to his other side where a case, placed by Mr. Filch, sits. Dumbledore waves his hand and the case disappears to show a huge goblet with a massive base making it nearly as tall as the Headmaster himself. Blue flames flicker over the rim as everyone cranes their necks to get a view.
“Anyone wishing to submit their names must write their name and school on a piece of parchment and drop it into the goblet by dinner on the 31st. After our annual Halloween feast, the choosing ceremony will take place and the Triwizard Tournament will begin!” At this students erupt in cheers and applause. George and Fred share a look and I know they are plotting to put their names forward. “Now, as I have mentioned previously, only students of 19 years and older may put forth their names,” grumbling rumbles through the student body at this.
“Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There is no turning back. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all!”
“He loves to leave it all on a cheery note, doesn’t he?” Lee laughs as we exit into the hallway and move to the side, Ang, Alicia, Lee and I waiting on the Twins who got stuck in the crowd.
“Hey,” a voice whispers in my ear as hands land on my hips and I startle, turning to see Mattheo smirking.
“You scared me!” I playfully scold, “Didn’t know who the hell was trying to touch me!”
“Hm, I think most guys here are smart enough not to touch my girl,” Matt says with a proud smirk, and then turns to greet my friends.
“‘Sup, mate?” Lee says with a smile. Since I talked with Fred, the boys have been much more receptive to Mattheo and his friends. It’s not perfect; George and Theo got into a tiff a week or so ago but they’re trying and that’s all I can ask for.
“I think an aging potion would do the trick, don't you?” Fred says to George as they emerge around the corner.
“Riddle, you’re good at Potions right?” George asks, seeing Mattheo next to me.
“Yeah, s'pose so. Why? Cause I don’t tutor,” Matt responds and I elbow him in the side playfully.
“Theoretically, you could brew an aging potion to only age you a few months, right?” Fred asks, both of the Weasleys looking very intensely at my boyfriend.
“Don’t rope him into whatever the two of you are up to!”
“Eh, it’s less about the brewing and more about how much you drink. It’ll be tricky though…” Matt responds with a shrug.
“Guys, you cannot tell me you’re seriously going to try this hard to get into the tournament?” Alicia asks bewildered.
“What if they kick you out when they find out you're only 18?” Lee chimes in.
“You heard Dumbledore,” Fred says.
“Putting your name is a binding contract. They couldn’t stop you competing if they wanted,” George finishes.
“Just don’t ask for my help when you realize you made yourself 30,” I chuckle, weaving my hand with Mattheo’s as we climb the stairs towards the Gryffindor Common Room. Lately, Mattheo has been staying in my room more often than his own, not that I’m complaining. And right now, I’m happy as can be in the midst of my friends and boyfriend as they continue chatting excitedly.
A/n; a lot of Dumbledore’s speech is from the books btw but this is kinda filler with some cute morning matt and Mia
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Mine
Summary - Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor.
Warnings - Blood, smut, focus on reader and Cassian's differences physically, reader is thick because it felt right, oral (female receiving), Cassian going to pound town.
A/N - based on this post and our comments from @loneliestluvr I refuse to apologize for how quickly this became smut.
Being mated to the Lord of Bloodshed was never easy, especially as an illyrian female blessed to have found him before your wings were taken. “Sorry,” you whispered as he flinched. You had got to the cut on his eyebrow, wiping it down as gently as you could.
Cassian was covered in blood. A mix of his own and another male's who had not known you were claimed by the male sitting in front of you. “You okay?” He had his eyes shut as you took care of him, content under the feel of your soft hands.
“You're the one who ended up in a fight with 6 other males and walked away. I should be asking you that.” You gently reset and healed his nose, silently thanking the Mother for such a useful gift.
Everything about you two had been so perfectly planned. The skilled warrior. Loud, personable, quick on his feet. Then you, the talented healer. Intelligent, shy, soft spoken. You were balanced perfectly. A match truly made by the Gods. You continued wiping the blood from him, ensuring he would not have to change the water multiple times once you got him bathed and stepped away before offering him your hand.
It was another contrast between you two and Cassian's absolute favorite. Your soft manicured hands, his rough and calloused ones. He laced your fingers together, pretending to allow you to pull him up at he stood. “I'm fine, baby. You should see the other guys.” He smiled at his own joke, walking into the bathroom of the cabin. “Are you going to undress me too?”
“Absolutely.” You were graceful with buckle, each tie, gently pulling armor and fabric from his body until it sat on the vanity nearby. Habit took over as you folded it all, putting the clothing into baskets to be cleaned before turning back to the god in fae form behind you.
The moan Cassian released as he sunk into the warm water had your thighs clenching. You watched his head fall back as lavender scented steam came from the tub and as his shoulders fell in relaxation. “Can I wash your hair?” He groaned again at the thought, smiling as you sat behind him with the soap. “Need to show you my love and appreciation for protecting me.”
He gave a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes in bliss as you began massaging shampoo into his wavy locks. “I will always protect you, y/n. Always. You are mine.”
“I am,” he growled at your agreement, his need to possess you was high. Illyrians had always been more feral with their bonds, and you absolutely allowed him to enjoy the primal tendencies that came with it. “I will always be yours. In this life and the next.” You began rinsing his hair, ensuring every spec of blood and dirt was out before applying a deep conditioner.
“Lean forward so I can wash your back, Cassian.”
“I don't deserve you,” he was drifting off under your touch, enjoying the feeling of you kneading sore muscles as you lathered his scarred skin with a soft scented soap. “Could you get my wings?”
You leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I planned on getting them once I got you fully cleaned and the water changed.”
“Fuck that,” Cassian forced you over, pulling you in thin night gown and all before ripping it off of you. His lips were on yours and hungry. He was grabbing your hips, loving their plushy feel. “Want you now.”
“Cass, this water is disgusting.”
His head hit the tub with a thud. “Fine. Fine. It's fine.” He was, in fact, not fine. You could feel how hard he was. His length was pressing into your stomach. “I just need you. You know how I get when you take care of me.”
You were washing him again. Cleaning off his chest and face, scrubbing his arms. He was memorized by you by your body. He remembered learning about the Gods of old from Rhysand's mother, and you had to have been crafted by the goddess of love. It was another contrast. His rock-hard body, toned and cut from years of training. Your soft body, curves landing in all the right places, thighs so thick you genuinely worried when you sat on his face.
He lifted you with little effort when he knew he was clean, climbing out of the water with his lips attached to the point on your neck that drove you wild. “Done waiting,” he carried you to the bedroom, sucking that spot until he knew a deep purple mark would form.
He threw you down on the bed, not caring that it would soak the sheets and mattress as he watched your full breasts bounce. When he was like this, you knew you were in for a ride. Knew that headboard wouldn't be enough to keep you in place as he pounded into you over and over again, only content when he had ensured you were filled and would smell like him and sex for weeks. He was studying you like you were his prey, waiting to pounce at just the right time.
He found it as you shifted, laying down more on the pillows like the queen he knew you were. He did not bother kissing your lips again. Instead, it was him instantly pulling your legs over his shoulders and licking your already soaked core. Your hands shot to his hair, moans ripping through your throat. He was eager tonight. So damn eager.
“Cassian,” he hummed against you, looking up through hooded lust filled eyes. “Slow down.”
He shook his head, not even letting your clit out of his mouth as he did. “Baby, I'm going to cum if you don't go slower.” His brows shot up and a smirk formed. It spoke of every intention he had, you would not leave this bed, not without him carrying you.
Every flick of his tongue, every long drag, the soft kisses all had you melting further Into the mattress as your nerves came to life. Cassian was as calculated in bed as he was on a battlefield. Everything was precise, done with intention, and meant to fulfill his goal. His forearm went against your hips, locking you in place at his mercy.
He could feel every wave of pleasure from you shooting down that sacred and special bond. He could sense the moment you fell. Your fingers tightened on the sheets, your back arched, it was silence before the scream. Between your own pleasure, you could feel his pride leaking down the bond. Pride with how easily he could pull you apart with nothing more than his tongue. Pride over the way your body was so easily his.
He only pulled away when you began to whimper and push, but he was instantly crashing his lips on yours as he kicked off his pants. His forehead went to yours once you were both breathless. Those Hazel eyes you melted in the gaze of were feral and dark with desire. In one smooth motion with no warning, Cassian was inside of you with one single word, “Mine.”
There was no split second of calm before the storm, no moment to catch your breath after he took it from you. Cassian began to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving small marks to join the littering scars and cuts from his earlier fight. “Mine,” the growl was deep, an ancient part of him almost begging for affirmation of the word.
“Yours,” you moaned out for him, back arching as your stomach tightened. “All yours.” Cassian's arm went across your back, hand roughly gripping your hips he could force you to move exactly how he wanted.
You could hardly breathe, mind lost to anything but Cassian. Your mate. Your everything. You could feel him down the bond, feel him getting closer with each squeeze and twitch of your walls. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of his groans and you whispering and moaning his name like a prayer to some long forgotten God. “So fucking beautiful,” his free hand forced your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of your core, soaked in your essence. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me mark this pretty perfect pussy as mine.”
You couldn't help but to moan, feeling that edge approaching faster and faster with his. “Cassie.”
“Do it. Cum on my cock, baby.” He let you go limp below him, placing your head back on the pillows gently as he did. Wave after wave of need and pleasure washed over you, blinding your senses to anything but the feel of Cassian filling you as you Came around him. He fucked you through the high before finally finishing, not even bothering to pull out and opting to instead hold your hips so close to his you could not even tell where he began and you ended.
When he finally let you go, he barely caught himself before collapsing on top of you as his exhaustion hit him. You could help but place soft kissed along his face. His scarred brow and lip, his nose that you'd reset and healed so many times, his jaw. You finally sighed with one last lingering kiss directly on his full lips as he smiled. “That was faster than I hoped it would be.”
“Always is when you fuck me after fighting.”
“Always yours.”
He kissed your neck softly on the mark he made, whispering one last time. “Mine.”
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The captain, being a yandere
Levi's hand slides from your side to your chin, his thumb tracing over your lips as his stare narrows. He lets his words drip like honey over your ear, almost whispering it to you.
"Mine to touch, and mine to kiss. Mine to hold, mine to cuddle. Mine to possess, mine to protect. Mine, mine, mine...."
You smile happily as he starts to act like a yandere. You love it.... You crave it....
"Then claim me as yours."
You say sliding your hand to his chest to his abs. Levi catches your hand before it can make its way further down, his grip on your wrist firm and not leaving any room for you to break free. One of his fingers traces the side of your palm, drawing circles around it before he speaks against your ear. He lets the words roll off his tongue.
"That hand is mine to claim as well. No one, not one person will touch it, not one person will have permission to feel its warmth but me. Not one person will be able to gaze upon it except for me."
You smile and look at him with those eyes of yours which are shining with love.
"Please don't speak like this.... You're making me horny....."
You joke but his eyes darkens. He looks at you with those intense eyes of him that sends shivers down to your spine. His grip on your hand tightened as he speaks in a possessive tone which has a rough aggression in them.
"Mine. Everything about you is mine. Not one inch of your body is free for someone else to touch. Your hand, your lips, your arms, your legs, your hair, your heart, your breath, everything is mine. Everything is for my eyes and my eyes alone. You are my darling, and I am your captain. There is nothing that is yours that isn't also mine until the end of time. There is no escape. Now do you understand?"
You feel your body trembling with desire. You breathe heavily and make circles on his palms with your thumbs.
"Aren't your things mine too? It's not fair if only my things are yours"
He releases your hands and dug his elbows on the bed of either side of you, stangeling you. His hot breath caresses your ear as he speaks in a lustful voice, which is carrying love and desire in it.
"Yes, you're right. Every part of me is yours, and yours alone. No one else ever has a chance to get close enough to lay a single finger on any part of me, except for you. I am yours, and you are mine. That is the way it's always been and the way it always will be."
As his teeth tugs your earlobe, you gasp and grip his shirt. And as his tongue touches your neck, making circles there..... You lose all of your controls.
"Fuck marriage.... I'm gonna have sex with you right now."
You say bluntly and press your lips against his, hungrily.
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CHAPTER 29 - Beginning of Their Nightmares
The hopelessness that had once infiltrated its way into Don’s anxious heart vanished as soon as he heard the sound of his twin’s voice. All his doubts and the many ‘what ifs’ plunged into the forgotten corners of his mind as he called out to his brother.
“Raph, are you alright?? They didn’t hurt you, did they? Do you feel ok? How many fingers am I holding u-”
“- GEEZ DON- You’re makin’ my headache worse! I’m fine, you can stop freaking out now.”
“I wasn’t freaking out. This is not freaking out.”, Don gestured to himself as best he could whilst being tied down to the floor, “You’re ok? No injuries?”
“Yeah, bro. I’m fine.”
Don recognized the exhaustion laced into his brother’s usual tone, but besides that nothing seemed amiss. All the purple-clad brother had to go by at this point was his hearing, seeing how his brother was still morphed and distorted into nothing but tired and angry pixels.
“What can you see?” Don asked with a hint of ember in his tone, still annoyed with the aching reminder that he still didn’t have his glasses.
“Uhhhh..”
Don heard the whispers of fabric sliding across skin. He quickly connected this to Raph’s mask tails moving as he turned his head to search their new cell. Quickly following was the subtle taps of Raph’s fingers, signifying he was beginning to get anxious. He would always do his little taps when school got too boring, or when he was waiting his turn to join in a sparring session in the dojo; He wanted to move.
“Raph, are you tied down too?”
Don’s ears caught the shuffling sounds of his brother squirming.
“DUH. Otherwise I woulda been over there smackin’ you in the head for letting us get caught like this.” Raph’s voice didn’t burn with bitterness, but instead warmed with brotherly affection. Or at least- as affectionate as the hothead could manage, going against every temper-fueled bone in his body. Don could just imagine the smile gracing his twin’s face.
Even when we’re captured he can’t help himself to tease me. Never change, brother.
“Yeah thanks for that lovely sentiment, dear twin of mine. But we still need to focus on an escape plan. Now you, the only one in this room with proper vision, describe to me what you see so I can calculate a way to get us out of here. Please and thank you.”
Don could tell from the muffled vibrations that Raph was biting his lip as he hummed to himself.
“There isn’t much, brainiac.. Four walls, a roof and a floor..”
“Thank you for explaining to the audience that we are indeed in a room.”
Don still had that same feeling of someone watching him and his brother, so going by that, he theorized there was another camera hidden in the walls of their cell.
“Oh shut up, dude.. At least I’m not blind.”
Don’s countenance fell at the reminder. He knew his brother didn’t mean for his words to become sharp blades, but Raph’s ignorance didn’t negate the fact that his simple sentence drove a piercing sting into the freckled brother’s heart.
Even with the pain of his brother’s words pulling him down, Don still took the opportunity to get some ribbing in as well.
“Well, at least I have a functional brain, compared to your useless, tied-down muscles. Intelligence can’t be restrained.”
“Ha! Yeah right. Call me when someone wins a wrestling match using nothin’ but their brain.”
“Not exactly what I meant- but regardless, we need to find a way out of here.”
As much as I’d love to continue in this lovely banter, we really need to focus here, Raph.
“Are you tied to the floor too?”
“Not exactly.. I’m on a table.”
Raph tugged and yanked, but no rings of chains echoed. It sounded closer to straps of leather, accompanied with a small tink of what appeared to be a belt buckle.
“You’re what? On a table?.. Like a surgeon’s table?”
Don should’ve thought through those sentences a bit more thoroughly before allowing his brother to hear them.
“A WHAT? Surgeon?!”
Don’s shoulders rose as he hissed through his teeth in regret. Raph’s tugs and yanks became far less controlled by the second.
Yeah, perhaps I should’ve thought that through a bit more..
“Raph stop- you’ll dislocate your shoulder or break your wrist- just.. Calm down.”
“THIS IS AS CALM AS I’M GONNA GET, DON. Cause if this is ANYTHING like in the movies, THEN I AM WAY PASSED SCREWED.”
“Yeah, we’re BOTH gonna be screwed if you don’t let me use your perfect little vision spheres to find a way out of here!”
“I TOLD YOU THERE’S NOTHING IN HERE!”
Don could sense the stress building in Raph’s body, like lava filling to the rim of a volcano. Only instead of the raging inferno being fueled by his temper, it was being fueled by something far less predictable: his fear.
If Raph has a meltdown he’ll be more useless than I am. Calm him down FAST. Use facts. They almost always help me in stressful situations such as this, so hopefully it will be the same for him.
“Please stop yelling. A headache will make my brain, the only useful internal organ I have left, far less helpful. And panicking isn’t going to help anyone. You’re only going to further injure yourself.”
“I’M NOT PANICKING, I’M STRESSING THE CRAP OUT.”
Ok yeah- that didn’t work. Try being more real and honest with him. Less facts, more truth.
“Noted. But if you continue like this you’ll have a panic attack, and that will render you either catatonic or inconsolably violent. Neither of which will help us here.”
The constant tugs of leather stopped.
“.. Did you just call me a cat?…”
You know what, I can work with this! At least when Raph’s confused he’s not moving or hurting himself.. Yes, keep him asking questions, it’s helping him calm down!
“You know, catatonic. Comatose.”
The pixelated blurb that was Raphael’s head tilted ever so slightly.
Hehe.. This is fun. I should do this more often.
Don continued on as he began to list synonym after synonym, further deepening his fiery brother’s confused, dazed state. As long as it kept Raph from hurting himself and panicking, then he would be happy to oblige to confuse the heck out of his brother. Don couldn’t help the growing grin on his face as he specifically chose the most convoluted of words; ones that would leave Mikey with his pupils slowly separating. Normally it would annoy him that his family and brothers didn’t understand the meanings to his wide variety of vocabulary. But now the thing that he had been teased and ostracized for..
.. had become his greatest strength. And with this assumedly useless gift, he had been helping to calm down his fearful brother.
“Don, what the shell are you even sayi-”
The melodious sounds of Raph’s confused tone were jarringly cut off with a sharp gasp. Don twisted his head to face the blur which was his brother.
“Raph??”
Don REALLY WISHED HE COULD SEE.
“Raph what’s wrong?? What’s going on?”
Did he see something? Is he hurt?
“Quiet Don, someone’s comin’.” Raph shout-whispered to his brother, as his voice changed to ‘protector mode’.
All Don’s work to calm down his brother vanished before his malfunctioning eyes, as the sounds of footsteps drew nearer to the door of their cell.
Don’s posture straightened as much as he could manage while still being tied down to the floor. Memories flashed behind Don’s eyes of the Man touching and prodding him like some science project.. He had felt so small under the monster’s watchful eye.. The cells of humanity flowing in his veins seemed to disappear as he refused to speak in front of his captor. It was worth it though.
It was worth it to not reveal to the Man just what he was up against.
It was WORTH IT to keep his humanity from being seen by the monster.
The door opened. Don’s spine shivered at the sound of boots.
Ochitsuke. Focus, Donatello. FOCUS.
As the Man walked towards the chained-down mutant, his pixels combined and formed into a crisp image. But for once today, Don was absolutely fine with not being able to see clearly if it meant he wouldn’t have to peer into the ghost’s face again. The mutant leaned as far back as he could as the Man’s face edged closer. The familiar sound of Raphael’s growls echoed from the back of the room.
“Welcome to your new home. Here you’ll form so many new memories.”
Don’s muscles all tensed as he fought with all his might to not back down from the creature of a Man. His stiff form wasn’t helping the growing ache in his wrists from the chains and cuffs, but it was worth it to prove his strength and will to his captor.
I WON’T BACK DOWN, YOU DEMON.
The Man reached out his hand to Don’s face, caressing the fabric of his mask. The purple-clad mutant let out his own warning growl, but that did nothing just as it hadn’t before. The Man’s slender hands brushed across Don’s cheek, making that same awful chill enter into the mutant’s soul.
Don wanted to throw up if it meant the horrible feeling of dread in his stomach would cease.
The Man took both his hands and wrapped them behind Don’s head, fluidly slipping off his purple mask. The Man pocketed it with the smoothness of a master thief.
“You won’t be needing this. Not an inch of you will be a mystery once my studies begin.”
Don’s face being fully presented to his captor made the mutant shrink in discomfort. Sure it was just a piece of cloth with two eye holes.. But he had worn that mask since he was twelve years old. It was part of his identity. But now he watched as the Man continued to deny everything that made him him; Proof to Don that what was coming for him and his brother would test everything they had in them:
Their constitutions.
Their will.
Their faith.
And especially..
..their understanding of who they are.
“These walls have kept many different… creatures at bay, and over time all of them fell. Some to their madness.. Some to my blade.”
Don’s spirit suddenly felt the embers from his brother’s seething flame.
The Man turned to face Raphael, but stayed uncomfortably close to Don’s side.
“Ah yes. Rabid Red..” the Man tsked in a facade of pity, “Seems the surplus of sedatives did nothing to cure you of your infuriatingly pitiful temper. But that’s fine with me.”
The Man reached for his coat pocket, while refusing to break eye contact with Raph. By the sound of his brother’s growls not wavering, Don figured the Man’s intimidation attempt wasn’t so successful.
But then…
All went silent as the Man revealed a syringe filled with a noxiously potent green liquid inside. The Man rose off the ground and began walking towards Raph, a frighteningly bright smile spread across his face like some awful infection.
“.. I want you to be fully awake for every second.”
Don’s pupils constricted as he turned his head to face his brother.
RAPH NO!
The cap of the syringe was removed with practiced hands, revealing the needle shining in all its horrible glory.
“.. I want you to feel every fluid ounce of agony slowly creep through your skin and into your blood. I want you to see the monster I know you are.”
Don’s ears drowned out the sounds of his captor slowly drawing closer to his brother, and instead focused on the shivering breaths and tight gasps escaping Raph.
He’s terrified.
“.. This is what you get for biting me, freak.”
NO! PLEASE STOP!!!!
Don’s heart painfully beat in his chest as the Man creeped into the pixelated shadows, once again becoming the faceless Specter that would forever haunt the freckled mutant’s nightmares.
RAPHAEL!!!!!!
Don’s hearing finally betrayed him as the sounds of his brother’s anguished cries seared into his ears.
Andddd that's it for this chapter!....
.. Is it bad that I truly enjoyed writing for Specter in this-??? Is something wrong with me?... Have I officially lost my shell? Heheh.
To God be the glory!
~ Melissa
MASTERPOST <- PRIOR CHAPTER NEXT CHAPTER ->
#my version of tmnt!!#the strength in weakness#SIW Don#SIW Raph#tmnt#hurt/comfort#angst#captured#tw needles#tw fear
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Turning Tables III - Kevin Lomax, John Constantine X You.
"Yes," he says, his voice cold. "Find out everything. And make sure it hurts him."
Kevin hangs up the phone, his mind racing. He needs to control this situation, to make sure you know who's in charge. He won't lose you to anyone, especially not John Constantine.
Kevin’s POV
A few hours later as I walk back home, my thoughts are consumed by revenge. I need to make John pay for what he’s done. For making you question me, for trying to take you from me.
When I arrive, I find you sitting on the couch, tears streaming down your face. “Where have you been?” you ask, your voice shaky.
“Taking care of business,” I say, walking towards you. "Did you call your...lover?" I ask mockingly.
“No,” you admit, looking away.
I grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at me. “Don’t worry about him,” I say, my voice low. “I’ll handle him.”
“Kevin, I can't do this anymore,” you whisper, tears still falling. “I can't live like this.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have cheated on me,” I growl, my anger rising again. “Maybe you should have thought before you acted.”
“I had to,” you murmur, your voice small. “I just needed something more than THIS.”
“Well, you won’t find it with him,” I say, pushing you onto the couch. “I’ll make sure of it.”
You stare up at me, fear shining in your eyes. “What are you going to do?”
“Whatever it takes to prove my dominance,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “To show you who’s in control.”
I watch you as you crawl back. “Kevin, don’t. Please...” You plead, and I smirk.
“You’re mine, Y/N,” I say, my voice firm. “You always will be.”
“I’m not yours,” you say, your voice shaking. “I'm my own person.”
I laugh, my eyes glinting with anger. “Oh, really? Then why are you so willing to run to John?”
“Because he loves me!” You shout, your face red with emotion. “He doesn’t hurt me!”
“That’s not true,” I say, my voice rising. “He’ll break you just like I will if you leave me!”
“Stop it!” you cry out, covering your ears. “Please, just stop it!”
I grab your wrists, pulling them away from your ears. “You’re mine, Y/N. Mine. You belong to me.”
“No!” you scream, fighting against me. “I won't be your possession!”
I shake my head, trying to regain control of the situation. “You're, you’ve always been,” I repeat, my voice cold. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you this way.”
You stare at me, tears stream down your face. “You’re not the man I fell in love with.”
“I never was,” I admit, my voice devoid of emotion. “But I’m the only one who can give you the life you want.”
“You’re wrong,” you say, your voice soft. “I don’t need that kind of life.”
I lean in, my lips brushing against yours. “You’re wrong, Y/N,” I whisper. “You do need me.”
You move your head away and say through gritted teeth. “I don't need you.”
“Yes, you do,” I say firmly. “You need me more than anything.”
“No!” you scream, fighting against me. “I don’t need you!”
With one swift motion, I pin you down on the couch, my body pressing against yours. “Shut up, Y/N,” I growl, my lips crushing against yours.
You struggle, but I'm relentless. My tongue slides into your mouth, dominating you as I have always wanted. Your struggles slowly fade, replaced with moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Finally, I pull away, your breaths ragged. “See?” I say, my voice thick with victory. “You need me.”
You stare at me, confusion and desire mixed in your eyes. “What...what are you doing?”
“Showing you who’s in control,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “Reminding you of your place.”
You gasp as I move lower, my tongue tracing the outline of your breasts. “Please, Kevin...” you murmur, your voice shaking.
“Please what?” I ask, my voice low. “Now...why don’t we make it even more fun? Call that bastard of yours. Constantine...right? Call him right now. Let him come over.”
Your eyes widen in shock, and you shake your head. “No, I will not.”
“Come on, Y/N,” I say, my voice soft and seductive. “Make it more interesting.”
“No,” you say firmly. “I won’t do it.”
I smile, leaning in close. “Why don’t you think about it?” I suggest, my breath hot against your ear. “Unless you want him dead.”
You hesitate, your body trembling. Finally, you reach for your phone, your hand shaking. You dial John’s number, your eyes never leaving mine.
John answers immediately. “Y/N? Are you okay? Your last call had me worried sick!”
“John,” you say, your voice trembling. “I need you to come over.”
“I’m on my way,” John says, his voice filled with concern. “What’s going on?”
“Everything’s fine,” you say, your voice shaking. “I just...I just need you here.”
I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear. “Tell him you need help,” I whisper. “Tell him you’re in danger.”
“I... I’m in danger,” you say into the phone, your voice cracking. “Please, John. Come now.”
I smirk, my grip tightening on your wrist. “See, I told you it was a good idea,” I say, my voice low. “Now, let’s make sure we put on a good show for the great John Constantine.”
I lean in, my lips finding yours. My kiss is hungry, possessive, as I dominate your mouth. I can feel your body respond to me, your heart racing in your chest. You want me, Y\N. You always have and always will.
As I pull away, I can see the conflict in your eyes. You know you’re in trouble, but you can’t help but crave my touch. And I’ll make sure that’s all you crave for the rest of your life.
Tears fall down your face as you try to resist again. “Kevin...don’t do that to me.”
“What, Y/N?” I ask, my voice gentle. “Hurting you?”
“No,” you say, your voice breaking. “Making me want you.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a slave to your desires,” I say lowly. “It’s not my fault you can’t resist me.”
“I don’t want to,” you say, your voice shaking. “I...I don’t want to want you.”
“Liar,” I say, my eyes never leaving yours. “You know you’ve always wanted me.”
I move closer, my lips brushing against your neck. “Just think about how good it feels,” I say, my voice soft. “How good it feels to be mine.”
Your breathing quickens, your body responds to me even though you fight it. I can taste the salt on your skin, the evidence of your tears. It makes me harden, knowing I have this kind of power over you.
“Do you want me, babe?” I ask, my voice deep. “Do you want me inside you?”
Your breath hitches, your eyes locked on mine. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Yes, please.”
I grin, my eyes sparkling with triumph. “Then let’s give you exactly what you want.”
I undress you, reveling in your naked body. As I take you, I can hear John knocking on the door. But it’s too late for him. I’m already deep inside you, claiming you as mine.
As I thrust harder, I can hear his voice outside, shouting your name. But I ignore it, focusing solely on your cries of pleasure. This is ours. Ours alone. “Scream louder, hoe. Let him hear you getting fucked by me.”
I smirk darkly as I watch you sob and struggle to keep quiet.
“Quiet?” I say, my voice mocking. “Are you trying to protect your pathetic lover?”
“No,” you say, your voice breaking. “I just...I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” I ask coldly. “Don’t think you can hide from me, Y/N. I know every inch of your body. Every reaction. Every desire.”
“I...can’t help it,” you say, your voice trembling. “It feels too good.”
“That’s because it’s meant to,” I say lowly. “I’m the one who knows your body best. No one else can compare.”
I thrust harder, feeling you clench around me. You’re so wet, so ready for me. And I’ll make sure you stay that way forever.
As you reach your peak, I can hear John banging on the door. But it’s too late for him. You’re mine, completely and utterly. You’re mine, and no one else will ever satisfy you like I do.
“Come for me, baby,” I say roughly. “Let me hear you scream.”
You do, your body arching beneath me. Your screams fill the room, filling John’s ears. As I finish, I can’t help but smile. He’ll never replace me. Never. Not in your heart or in your bed. “You see, darling? There’s no one else for you but me.”
A/N: Flopped?
#keanu reeves#keanuverse#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves x you#JOHN CONSTANTINE#john constantine x you#john constantine imagine#john constantine x reader#john constantine 2005#kevin lomax x you#kevin lomax imagines#kevin lomax x reader#kevin lomax#IMAGINES#keanu smut
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I NEED A JEALOUS JAKE X Y/N PLEASE (IT COULD BE SMUTTY OR NOT TOO! ITS UP TO U) btw I love your contents SM <3 can’t wait for more ‼️🫶🏻
ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU.
selfishly.
jake webber x afab!reader
warnings: language, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, public sex, slight degradation, ass slapping, back shots, pet names: babygirl, sweetheart.
synopsis: jake finally breaks after seeing you go flirt with one of his friends.
my head flung back, laughing at Zach’s joke. Zach smiled at me. his eyes flicking down to my nearly exposed boob, as i gripped his bicep to stabilize my balance.
i noticed it. i didn’t mind it. Zach wasn’t ugly. he was quite the opposite, and not to mention he almost just made me piss my pants outta a fit of laughter half the time.
but what i didn’t notice was jake’s daggering stare towards Zach.
Jake absolutely could not stand how Zach was looking at you. he could feel his jaw nearly locking from how hard he was clinching it.
i smiled up a Zach as i sipped my drink. he smirked before leaning down to whisper in my ear. “i just can’t stop staring at you, y/n.. your body in the dress..” he blew cold air on my neck making me shudder. “makes me so ha-“ my eyes widened, but before he could finish his sentence i was suddenly being pulled away by a strong grip.
i looked back to see, Jake. he pressed me against the hallway wall of whoever’s house this was. “what are you doing..” Jake practically growled.
my eyebrows furrowed. “what are you talking about?” jake shook his head letting some pressure off my body. “why are you talking to him.” Jake spat.
“Zach?” i laughed, “what’s the matter? mad he had the balls to wanna have more than just sex with me?” i matched his energy, hoping bring up our past stung.
Jake looked taken back before, going right back to his cold expression. “fucking brat.” Jake grabbed my wrist and tugged me behind him, following him into a bathroom; before he bent me over the bathroom counter. “jake!” i gasped, feeling the cold counter against my nipples.
“gonna learn, tonight that you’re mine, y/n.” he gripped the back of my neck to make me look him in the eyes. my eyes widened, but i nodded.
no matter how much i denied it to my friends, and myself, that i would never go back to Jake. after all he’s done but hurt me, and hope he’d change. i still loved him.
everything about him was so addictive
i gasped, as he kicked his leg between mine making my legs spread; making his clothed thigh at perfect grinding point against my sopping core. “Jake..” i mumbled as i slowly circled his thigh. Jake tusked, before slapping my left ass cheek, making my hips jut forward hitting the counter making menyelp in pain.
“nono. you’re not going anywhere now, babygirl.” Jake smirked ripping the thin thing right off my body throwing it in the shower. “jake! that was juicy!” i cried, “shut up. i’ll buy you a new one.” Jake unbuckled his belt and slid his boxers and jeans down just enough to expose his hard, veiny length. jake sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“hurry up!” i whined looking up at him i the mirror. Jake rolled his eyes, but bunched my dress up over my hips. “so pretty..” Jake said admiringly. more to himself than me, but i still smiled.
he grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times, before slowly pushing inside of me. “jesus christ. fuckk.. this fucking pussy.” i whimpered, feeling so full and tingly from his sweet dirty words.
Jake gripped both my hips pushing me against the counter as he thrusted into me deeply, at unforgettable pace. he bent down, and slid his hand over my thigh to circle my clit. “fuck! jake!” i whimpered, crashing back against him, feeling my climax inching closer.
“what’s that? say that louder so, Zach can hear you, sweetheart.” Jake smirked thrusting harder, hitting that lovely spongy spot. “Jake!” i moaned lifting my head up so my moans could echo.
i didn’t need to see it to know, jake was smirking. “that’s it.. let ‘em know who you belong to.”
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I heard Galex stardew valley AU?????
YEAH richboy George comes to claim the farm his late grandfather willed to him, and meets carpenter/Mr. Fix It/Jack-of-all-trades/handyman/country boy Alex? Been steaming on this one for a while now actually! It's going to be a LOOOONG fic, but here's just a little excerpt from the Flower Dance for funsies.
"I'm going to assume you've danced before?"
George looks at Alex like he has fifteen heads and all the audacity the world can offer. Alex knows well enough that George comes from old money and is all but packaged up with a Pedigree; there's no doubt slow dancing was one of many things he had been forced to do in his younger years to appease family members and their distinguished (re: rich) guests. However, there is no denying just how amusing it is to see the genuine shock and offense on George's face over such a simple remark.
"I didn't ask you to dance with me so you could be rude." is all George says in response, and Alex is surprised at just how well he's managing to keep the annoyance out of his tone.
"Not my intention. Apologies." Alex whispers into the shell of George's ear, pulling him in closer so that their bodies are pressed together comfortably. His hand easily finds George's and he laces their fingers with little fuss, settling his free arm at a rather cautious location above George's hip.
The music has yet to play, but it won't be much longer before the festival begins and all of the couples paired up in line will cascade into the soft, intimate rhythm of their annual Flower Festival dance. Interestingly enough, as he and George stand pressed chest to chest waiting for their moment to shine, Alex can feel the rapid-fire thrum of George's heartbeat knocking viciously against his own. His smile, for all his efforts to keep it from blooming, is not subtle.
"Nervous, city boy?"
"What - no! No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you." George sputters out like his life depends on it, ever indignant to be the subject of Alex's merciless teasing.
Alex's smile only grows tenfold. "Uh huh, that's why your heart's beating so hard, right?"
"I - no its -- you can feel it?"
"It's drumming right up against mine, George. You have no secrets."
#galex#george russell#alex albon#f1 rpf#f1 fanfic#f1blr#f1 fandom#formula 1 rpf#formula 1 fanfic#stardew valley au#writing#my writing#save#save tag
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