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leclercsainzz · 7 months

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could you please do a jude bellingham where him and reader claim to be friends but eveyone assumes they’re together??? like they leave flirty comments on each other or stuff like that??

JUST FRIENDS, OR?

PAIRINGS: jude bellingham x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

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yourusername: if you like this, then you like me 😉

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judebellingham: let me unlike this real quick

↳ yourusername: boy, yk damn well you like me ��

↳ judebellingham: i mean, i guess

↳ yourusername: do you like me, like me? or just like me?

↳ judebellingham: 🤫

↳ user: are they flirting or???

↳ user: for two ppl who claim to be “friends” this sure don’t look like “just friends”

user: i swear, it’s so hard to decipher whether they’re flirting or just playing around … like?!?!??

user: how do i like this multiple times??!????!? 😩😩

gioareyna: damn okay, let me unlike this

↳ user: LMAO, PLEASE 😭

user: soooo are you and jude together or?????

user: my fingers hurt from double clicking too much

user: you’re so beautiful, i swear 😍😍😍😍

jobebellingham: when you say, “like” do you mean actually like? like like? or? because i know a little thing or two

↳ user: jOBE! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!!?? LET US IN ON THE SECRET, PLEASE, IM BEGGING!! 🙏🏼

↳ jobebellingham: as jose mourinho once said, “i prefer not to speak … if i speak, i am in big trouble”

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user: HELP, diD jOBE DELETE HIS COMMENT?!!? 💀 iT’S NOT THERE ANYMORE WTF?!??

user: stunnin’ 😍

user: can i stop liking this post now?

user: girl are you and jude dating?!???? i need to know

user: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user: ugh, she’s soo pretty wtf 😫

user: YN!!! where’d you get that sweatshirt?!!??

emmachamberlain: pretty girl 😍

yourusername

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judebellingham: a place like no other .. mi casa! 🤍 #halamadrid

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realmadrid: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

user: let him cook!!!

adidaslondon: from birmingham to the bernabéu 💫

user: our starboy 🤩

vinijr: hey, judeeeee

yourusername: you’re that guy, huh?

yourusername: that’s my #5 🔥

↳ user: notice how she said “my” and not “our” 👀

↳ judebellingham: #5 on the field but #1 in your heart 😉 @yourusername

↳ user: “just friends” they say

user: unbelievable player! 👏🏼

user: ya’ll see yn’s comment?!!? she said, “MY”

↳ user: i’m telling you, these two are dating

england: 🤩

user: what a guy!! 🔥

user: @yourusername this yo man?

user: my man is currently thriving rn

user: cr7 would be proud

↳ user: missing my goat 😓

user: jude > that one barca dude (i said what i said)

↳ user: “said what i said” who mf?!!??

↳ user: i know who you’re referring to, i agree 🫣

jobebellingham: 🤩🤍

erling.haaland: hi cutie

user: #halamadrid 🤍🤍🤍

user: madrid > barca

↳ user: you mean barca > madrid

judebellingham

📍mykonos, greece

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judebellingham: what a place 🇬🇷

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jobebellingham: wow, you’re cool

↳ yourusername: or so he thinks …

yourusername: hey judeeee 🤭

↳ judebellingham: hey pretty girl 👋🏾

↳ user: uMmmm??!?!?

↳ user: “just friends” my ass

user: welcome to madrid 🤍

user: finest player ever, i swear 😍

user: does anyone know if he’s alone on the trip or??

↳ user: why do you care???

user: I WAS JUST IN MYKONOS LAST WEEK 😭😭

user: this mf calling yn “pretty girl” was my last straw 😩

gioareyna: i miss u, cutie 😘

↳ judebellingham: i miss you too 😘

user: harry kane >>>> jude

↳ user: thIs must be a joke, wtf 😭😭

↳ user: did jude miss a penalty shot?!? i don’t think so! harry kane >> jude 🤩 CASE CLOSED! (yes, it’s a joke)

user: jude, the kids miss you, come back home

↳ user: me being delusional like 💀

trentarnold66: 🤩🤩🤩

user: live, laugh, love jude ❤️

user: sirrrr 😍😍

user: dude just stole my girl’s attention from me

↳ user: does your gf happened to be yn?!?

↳ user: nah, i wish tbh 😩

user: he’s so damn fine 😮‍💨

user: i told my mom about us

↳ user: ya’ll delusional, damn 🤣

user: is yn with you or???

user: he wants me 🤭

↳ user: yn, is that you?

yourusername

📍oía, santorini, greece

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yourusername: a lil vacay photo dump:) 😜

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user: jUde’s in greece??!? yn’s in greece?!?? does this mean?!?? they’re in greece together or???!?

gioareyna: 👀 oooohhh

↳ user: oohh?? wdym ohhh??

user: they posted different locations but im pretty sure they’re together!! jude posted a pic in a boat?? now yn?

judebellingham: hey ynnnn 👋🏾

↳ yourusername: heyyy bestie!!!

user: they HAVE to be together

judebellingham: are you following me? 🤔

↳ yourusername: pretty sure, you’re the one following me?

↳ judebellingham: mom did tell me to follow my dreams so;)

↳ yourusername: ooohh is that so??

↳ judebellingham: absolutely, pretty girl 😙

user: ^ iS he flirting ?????

user: don’t flirt with your “friend” challenge: level impossible

user: he can try to be a little less obvious

↳ user: who?

↳ user: jude lmao

user: pretty girl 😍😍😍

user: one chance is all im asking for, yn!!!!!

user: beauty!

jobebellingham: what takes you to greece, young lady?

↳ yourusername: simply lost in the blue and white charm of the greek islands 😌

↳ jobebellingham: and jude???

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sasha__rebecca: hi, you’re hot! 😍

sasha__rebecca: that’s my girlfriend, ya’ll 😩

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘

↳ jackgrealish: excuse me???

↳ yourusername: you’re excused, grealo

↳ sasha__rebecca: sorry, jack! my heart belongs to yn

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yourusername: 🤎🤎🤎

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user: how can someone be so pretty?!?? 😩

judebellingham: yo bro who got you smiling like that? 🤔

↳ yourusername: not you that’s for sure(:

↳ judebellingham: and here i thought i was the reason behind that beautiful smile but oh well 🤷🏽‍♂️ …..

↳ user: um????!??? hello??? does anyone else see this??

user: can we all talk about jude’s comment???!???

↳ user: im CONVINCED these two are together

user: i just know jude took these pic

user: gorggg 😍😍😍😍

user: your smile is everything 😩

user: “just friends” they say

user: nah frrr, who got you smiling like that??!?

user: jude, i get it, she’s gorgeous! i’d be obsessed too 😌

user: juDe’s COMMENT AKAKALDNFNXL

user: i pray they’re together ✨✨✨✨🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

erling.haaland: coffee 👍🏼

↳ yourusername: oh, hey there

↳ user: why is he so random??? 😭😭💀

mikkykiemeney: 😍😍😍

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

user: were you and jude in greece together?

user: idc if she’s not a wag but she’s my fav wag 😌

user: her smile broooo 😩😩😩😩😩

user: jude’s real lucky, huh?

sasha__rebecca: let me take you out for dinner 😉

↳ yourusername: anything for you, my love 😘

user: she fine asff 😗

jobebellingham: 🤩

↳ user: watch out for jude 🤣 that’s his girl

user: jude, huh? 😏

judebellingham

📍south of france

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judebellingham: recharging with my bro! 🇫🇷🫶🏽

tagged: @jobebellingham

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user: you’re telling me that last post is you and jobe?? 🤔

↳ user: LMAOO FRRR 💀

↳ user: i guess yn is “bro” now

↳ user: like bffr, mate 🙄

johnstonesofficial: nice you!

yourusername: cute!

yourusername: bro 😊

↳ user: 😏😏😏😏

↳ user: just say ya’ll dating

yourusername: my fav!!!

↳ judebellingham: 💁🏽‍♂️ i know i am

↳ yourusername: sorry??? i was talking about jobe??

↳ jobebellingham: so inconsiderate, damn 🙄

↳ yourusername: tell me about it

↳ judebellingham: 🙄🙄 i hate you guys

↳ yourusername: we love you tooooo 😘😘

↳ jobebellingham: speak for yourself, yn

gioareyna: good people 🙌🏼

user: jobe is starting to look like jude, i swear

user: 🔥🔥🔥🔥

user: we all agree that’s yn in the last post right?

user: don’t you mean recharging with bro AND girl?

user: they look like twins in that second post

user: my boyfriend and brother in law 😩

user: bellingoal 🤩

user: the genes are STRONG STRONG

user: my favorite brothers ❤️❤️

user: mom and dad bellingham really said, “copy and paste”

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judebellingham: she’s not so bad 🤷🏽‍♂️

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user: FINALLY OMG WOANSKSLX

user: i had a feeling they were together but i was NOT prepared for the hard launch, wtf alssnsodbf

↳ user: you and me both, sister

jobebellingham: about damn time! 👏🏽

gioreyna: it’s official now, i gotta share the loml 😟

↳ judebellingham: sharing is caring after all 😉

↳ yourusername: um????

yourusername: you’re not so bad yourself, mate

yourusername: ❤️❤️

user: i was NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

user: uhhh, hello?????

user: am i dreaming or??????!!?!

user: I MANIFESTED THIS SHIT, IDCCCC

user: so this confirms they’ve been together for a while, right?

trentarnold66: have i been replaced, now that it’s official?

↳ judebellingham: never that

erling.haaland: i feel a bit heartbroken 💔

↳ judebellingham: just to clarify, you left first 🙁

↳ gioareyna: and then there was one left ….

↳ user: well damn 😟 thanks for reminding me 😭😭😭😭

user: my favs, omg!!!!

user: scREAMING ALSLAPDNFjelal

user: ngl i’m a bit heartbroken, but also happy for them

user: we’ve officially lost him, girlies 😩😩😩

user: i’m 💔💔😭😭 but also 🙌🏼🤩😏😉🤩🤩

yourusername

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yourusername: i guess the secrets out, huh? 😝❤️

tagged: @judebellingham

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user: the first pic literally confirms they were together in greece!! bapsjdndkdjorgbpsndl

user: yn, babe, the secrets been out for ages 🙄 bffr

↳ yourusername: were we THAT obvious?

↳ user: yes, girl 😭😭😭 ya’ll weren’t the best at hiding it tbh

gioareyna: ahhh my man 😍😍😍

↳ yourusername: my*

↳ gioareyna: he was MINE first tho

user: the real madrid jersey 😩😩

judebellingham: 😘😘

judebellingham: i love you, pretty girl ❤️❤️

↳ user: cRying 😭😭😭😭

jobebellingham: 🙌🏽🤩

user: you’re cheating on me, huh??? 😒😒😒

user: “secrets out” as if nobody knew 💀

↳ user: nahh frrr 🤣

user: screaming and crying 💔💔😭 yn, you broke my heart

user: FINALLY!!!!!!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

trentarnold66: this cute or whatever 🙄 preferably the latter

↳ user: please, trent 😂😂😂

user: they cute!! 🥰

user: favs

user: I CALLED IT, OMG!!! 😏

user: it was about time, girl!!!

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stylespresleyhearted · 30 days

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THIS JUST IN: CALLUM TURNER SOON TO BE DAD

masterlist can be found here

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yourinstagram strollin’ London w my London boy

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fan12 am i gonna have to be the one to say it … she’s pregnant

fan23 i agree she’s only been seen in callum’s clothes of oversized jackets it’s diff from her usual style

user13 deuxmoi said on her podcast that a trusted source confirmed she’s pregnant. I believe it you can see a hint of the belly here.

user23 1) we’re in 2024 how about we stop speculating women are pregnant every time their bodies change and 2) if they are pregnant Callum will share when he’s ready respect their privacy

fan49 PLEASE Callum she ain’t going anywhere why you gripping so tight 😭😭

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tmz BREAKING NEWS: After months of speculation TMZ is finally able to confirm, Callum Turner and his girlfriend are expecting. Turner’s leading lady was photographer exiting his Los Angeles home. More pics and video in link in bio.

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user23 the violation of privacy is INSANE! Callum and Y/N I’m so sorry.

fan41 DM SAID IT!!! Congrats to the lovely couple!

user02 They were probably trying to enjoy it between the two of them but TMZ sat outside their home to snap photos. Callum’s already so private now he’s going to give us NOTHING i hope ya’ll nosy people happy

user78 callum been daddy iktr 🙌🏼

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yourinstagram When we found out I was pregnant we were so overjoyed we felt like our hearts could burst. It was something we were keeping sacred between our friends and family now that has been taken from us.

Mumma and Daddy can’t wait to meet you, baby. We promise to always protect and put you first. Thank you everyone for all the love and we ask that you respect our privacy during this time. - Cal & Y/N

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rafflaw His hand is always on the belly! Congrats man!

keoghan92 Let me and Brando know when you’re free for a playdate ♥️ children are the most precious things, much love

austinbutler Congratulations, love you guys.

lillyjames The media is horrid. So much love to your little family <3

camillerow Can’t wait to spoil them rotten

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dailymail Despite how news of his impending fatherhood broke, Callum Turner was all smiles on the Masters of the Air set as he received hugs and congratulations from the cast and crew.

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user13 He is overjoyed he is going to be the best Dad

fan12 it feels so good to see him so happy 😭

user93 do ya’ll think Barry and him crack Dad jokes on the set? LMAO

fan21 Sending him and his family all the love as they celebrate these fantastic news ❤️❤️

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callumupdates Y/N spotted looking a bit sick at the market yesterday. Hope she is doing okay 🥺

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user21 she looks insanely gorgeous wdym sick

callumupdates she’s always gorgeous but you can’t deny she looks tired and pale i’m worried the attention could be getting to her i hope callum is taking good care of her and their baby.

fan12 She’s pregnant, leave her alone.

fan13 Some women get overly tired/sick while pregnant. It’s a big change for the body. We should do what they asked and respect their privacy during this time. Why would a pap be following her around in her state?

user09 i’m really worried guys

yourinstagram Guys, I promise I’m fine and Callum is the best support system I could have ever possibly asked for 💘 Some women thrive during pregnancy but it’s kicking my ass and having someone follow me around snapping pics when I don’t feel my best doesn’t help, however I’m still so so happy to be carrying our precious gift. Thank you all for the love and support.

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callumfan HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT? Callum and Y/N already asked for privacy and Y/N has already stated she doesn’t feel her best/isn’t comfortable having people take pictures of her right now! Why is that so hard to respect?

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user19 this picture is heartbreaking. he’s glaring at the camera and it looks like she’s sinking into him trying to hide.

user11 she looks so tired and sad it sucks

fan13 don’t want no one complaining about callum being private because this right here is why he doesn’t share with us

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callumupdates Callum was not happy when he stopped for fans and they approached Y/N after he explicitly told them not to. She was in one of his sweaters and beanies and looked like she was trying to hide, according to a fan there. Callum stepped in and told the fans to step away from Y/N before the couple walked away.

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user23 Y/N is acting like she’s the first person to get pregnant she’s dramatic

fan13 she has stated she is happy to be carrying their child but the pregnancy is taking a toll on her body and mind which is why she’s always hiding/ looks tired. Not everyone has amazing pregnancies

keoghan92 It’s already annoying as is when you’re feeling like shit and people shove cameras in your face. Can’t imagine having to deal with it while also being pregnant. Cheers Y/N, may everyone start giving you the respect you deserve

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callumupdates New photo of Callum consoling Y/N last night after the restaurant they were at was swarmed - March 28

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fan23 he’s gonna pop off on someone and at this point he has every right

user12 I love them so much it hurts to see her he so sad!

fan19 alright who do I have to fight?

user10 there’s nothing Callum wouldn’t do for her 🥹

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yourinstagram Little munchkin is wearing momma out 🫶🏻 Thank you to everyone for the concern, as I stated before it’s been a huge change for my body to adjust but I have never been happier. Callum, I love you and our baby to the moon and back forever. ♾️

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kaiagerber you’re unreal

lillyjames I know Mr. Turner is taking great care of you 😌

yourinstagram He’s the best and possibly more nervous/excited than me haha

yourfriendsinstagram LOVE YOU PEOPLE ♥️

anthonyboyle if I buy the pregnancy stimulator can we put it on these assholes saying shit online? You’re great Y/N!

yourinstagram LOL STOP IT!

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rafflaw Catch us outside if you wanna talk about @yourinstagram 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

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yourinstagram YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY 😂🫶🏻

keoghan92 where am I at? I’m leading the cause

anthonyboyle photoshop us in right now

tomhanks I want a piece of this too.

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callumupdates Y/N and Callum on their babymoon in Cabo. Friends and family in attendance are: their mothers, Barry Keoghan, Sabrina Carpenter, Austin Butler and his girlfriend, Lilly James, Sophie Turner, Daisy Lowe, and Nick Grimshaw.

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fan19 they are so loved 🥰 as they should be tbh

user23 I’m so happy they have a strong support system

fan24 it feels so good to see Y/N smile again

yourinstagram honestly it’s been a wild ride but Callum’s been my biggest blessing through it all 🫶🏻♾️

Hope you all enjoy, this was a request <3 If anyone’s interested in part 2 let me know because I have loads of baby pics I can use lmao & as always feel free to pop in and talk to me about Callum, Austin, Elvis, or Harry if your heart desires 💘

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum x reader #callum turner fanfic #callum turner ig edit #callum turner instagram edit #dad! callum #*made by me

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bimbolita · 3 months

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I’m so glad everyone is having the same visceral reaction to episode 4 like I did. I thought I was being too sensitive but fucking no. It is painful. It is horrid. Knowing that this type of abuse actively happens to sex workers and those who are trafficked. It’s jarring because I didn’t expect to see this dark and explicit depiction in a cartoon that jokes about penises every 2 minutes. It’s like when light hearted coco melon shows start talking about death, it was just unexpected because I never took this show serious. I’m going to share more of my thoughts below! Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA ⚠️

I don’t think it’s my place to deny or confirm if the ‘poison’ scenes were fetishized, I personally believe it’s subjective. I know how I feel but I think no matter where you stand, you are right in your own way. Many things can be true at once. What we can all agree on, is that it was harsh. In a way, I hope the audience is able to understand how exploiting and non glamorous sex work is. There is nothing fun about having your body used multiple times a day by people you do not know and having said scenes recorded then plastered all over the media. Of course all forms of engaging in or creating adult content are different, I am specifically talking about sex workers who have no say or control over their bodies and finances. Like Angel. Let us put emphasis on WORK in sex work.

It is demanding. It is laborious It is scaring. Remember that and remember the unheard voices who must do this to simply survive.

There is a lot of criticism about angel’s personality and yes I agree it is annoying but you have to understand, it is a trauma response. Hypersexuality is a common trait among those who are sexually abused. Angel just outwardly expresses it all the time because it is all he knows. This thought process is the only way to tolerate his behavior. I say thought process because it is only an interpretation. It’s very obvious viv just adores writing sexed up characters with zero nuance or depth but let’s just pretend she can actually write male characters that think beyond their cock and balls. Let’s pretend that Angel Dust is a two dimensional character and not (grits teeth) fetish bait.

Now, let’s talk about Charlie. Alright great, she saw her friend being mistreated and was about to stand up to his abuser, ok good good. The victim (Angel) gets upset and wants her to leave because he was beaten. Yes, average response of someone who is an abusive relationship, he is afraid and wants to avoid more conflict between him and Val. The situation at hand couldn’t be more than obvious. How does Charlie respond? She cries. And not because she is frustratedly concerned for the safety of her friend. It is because he yelled and rejected all her poor attempts at helping. Charlie is weak as shit and I think that interaction was weirdly written. I wish she had the mental fortitude to understand how much danger Angel’s life was in at that moment. I cannot enjoy her ‘aggressive kindness’ cutie do no wrong baby girl type of character in a moment like that.

And I feel the same about Husk’s song. Out of all the responses you could’ve made, this is what made it to the final cut? Do better. I don’t care if I lack the mEdIa LiTeRaCy twitter keeps yapping about. It’s bad. You just showed a sexual assault montage and the rebuttal was basically “my uncle broke his neck tap dancing once :/“ lol we’re both losers and that’s ok, suck it up buttercup, I like you regardless. This was the best response to an SA victim? No degree in media literacy would ever help me think that was an acceptable response. I dunno about ya’ll but I major in common sense at the university of using my eyes and fucking ears. Now imagine, if that entire segment, when Husk and Angel are at the bar plus the musical number; imagine if all of that was placed BEFORE we see Angel and Val interact and then poison plays as the final song. It would be 10x more impactful because then the audience sees how deep and stuck Angel actually is. Trauma olympics is never acceptable but neither is trauma participation trophies. It is not right to make Husk’s issues be seen as the same as Angel’s issues. They are not the same and it is ok to acknowledge that Angel has it worst than Husk. It’d be more genuine if Husk were to just hug him in complete silence after dragging him out of the bar and have Angel tearfully embrace him back. The first non sexual and benevolent interaction between them. The first physical act of care with no ulterior motives of lust.

I grind my teeth at the wasted potential.

#sorry for randomly dropping that trolls reference but it’s exactly what husk’s song felt like!#i hope my statement about sex workers didn’t come off as bashing anyone!!!#it’s just important to know it hard and can be extremely dangerous #don’t let some onlyfans girl with a pink wig trick you into thinking it’s fun just because she used her check to buy disney tickets or smth #sex work is (and i cannot stress this enough) WORK. LABOR.#anyways teehee thank you for reading!!!#anti vivziepop #anti hazbin hotel #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazmat hotel #🍯

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thatanimeramenchick · 2 months

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Yandere Vox x Secretary Reader Pt. 3/Finale

This is the finale. Ya’ll are not talking me into another one.

Word count: 4,313

Part One - Part Two

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You had a lot of time to think before you saw Vox again.

Your little spat had kept him from visiting you for about a week and a half, which was fine by you. He was often so busy he only visited you every other day or so even before your blowout. It would have been more than fine by you if you weren’t completely alone that entire time, having nothing to do but live with your depressing thoughts. Thoughts that always led you back to the same dark place at the end of the day.

Despair.

In your heart, you knew there was nothing you could do to get out of the situation. Kick and scream as you would you weren’t leaving. It was only going to be a matter of time before all of his patience evaporated, and he really lost it with you. And while a part of you wanted to hold out that he would give up or die before then, the logical part of your mind knew he would snap way before that happened. You didn’t even want to know what he would do to you then. If you came to some kind of arrangement you could tell yourself you had at least agreed to things on a surface level, even if it had been something you didn’t want to do. So, your mind had been whirling like crazy, trying to come up with a plan of some kind of a proposal that would make you feel like you had at least a little control.

Besides, you had been locked up in here for what, four month? You had turned it over and over and over in your mind. While it was true you might have to wait a small eternity before you found a way out of his arms, it was going to take just as long to get out of here even without the contract. At least with one you’d be able to leave regularly and try to work something out.

By the time he had finally decided to grace you with his presence again, you had worked out a shoddy idea of how you want this to go.

This would be fine. He had accepted your apology well enough, seeming to take a certain pleasure in your partially feigned shame and timidity. You had even managed to wrap your arms around him for a few seconds as you asked for forgiveness. While his initial reaction was to look at you with some surprise, his face has soon changed to one of self-satisfied indulgence, and he had caressed your head with a patronizing touch. How could he remain angry at you when he cared so much for you and you were clearly so sorry for your behavior?

Now that you were actually sitting beside him though, you weren’t sure you actually wanted to go through with the rest of your plan. He was on his phone, no doubt checking something for work. You bounced your legs, crossed at the knee, working up the courage to say what you wanted to.

You cleared your throat.

“Vox? I-I wanted to ask you a question,” you said.

He looked up from his phone.

“If it’s all right, I would like to go out to dinner,” you said, “In an actual restaurant.”

“And I would let you out, why?” he asked.

This was going to be the hard part, forcing yourself to actually say the words.

“If you let me out of here for a little while, I-I’d give you something you want,” you said, “Something you’ve wanted for a while.”

You sucked in a hurried breath, suppressing the urge to shudder.

“It could even be a formal deal,” you said, words rushed together now that you had worked up the courage to say them, “If you take me out for the evening, dinner and a hotel, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me afterwards. I’ll even consider the contract.”

You made yourself look him in the eyes, your body stiff. You forced yourself to smile at him, but with how strained it felt, you didn’t doubt that Vox could see how fake it was. There was only so much you could fake about actually wanting this. Despite your obvious discomfort though, Vox’s looked at you thoughtfully, as if actually considering the proposal.

“Why not just sign the contract now?” he asked, “If you’re serious about being cooperative why hold it out?”

“I want to be sure it’s something I actually want to agree to,” you said, “L-like a test run.”

He smirked, “So you’re saying you want to take the car for a ride before buying it?”

You avert your gaze, feeling your face heat up.

“S-sure, yeah,” you said, “I mean, it only makes sense that I see what it’s like before I commit permanently.”

He was quiet for a minute before a satisfied looked crossed his face.

“All right. What the hell, why not? Let’s make it official then. We agree that, if I take you out to dinner in a real restaurant and then to a hotel, let’s say on Saturday, you’ll do whatever I want that night?” he asked, holding out his hand.

You listened. It was obvious to you that he was using carefully planned out words, as Overlord’s often did in their deals and contracts, making sure that it was clear on both ends what would be expected and fulfilled. A part of you also wanted to make sure he didn’t slip anything in there that would trap you in over your head even more, which was a common tactic with demons.

“… Except make another deal or contract,” you said.

“Except make another deal or contract.”

You supposed that this was as good as it was gonna get. You took his hand hesitantly.

It hurt. It felt like a shock of static had gone through you, a little painful but more annoying than anything. Over as soon as it started. Blue light had near blinded you for a second before dissipating as well. You felt a small tug on your chest somewhere deep inside, probably in your soul somewhere. Not too apparent, but it had been there nonetheless. You rubbed your arms a bit, the lingering spark cooling.

“I trust you’re not going to do anything stupid like trying to run off,” Vox said.

“Do I look like a moron to you?” you said, the words out more resentful than you intended.

“Of course not. But you and I both know you’ve been a bit out of sorts lately,” he said, “Acting irrationally.”

“Couldn’t imagine why,” you said sarcastically

You feel your face contort in fear as the last word hangs in the air and Vox raises an eyebrow at you. Shit. He stares at you blankly for a minute taking a strand of hair in his claws, causing you to flinch. He smirks at that.

“Hmph, well, I suppose you just need some stress relief,” he said, “Which I’ll be more than happy to assist you with very, very soon.”

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You were filled with apprehension the night of the outing. Your stomach turned as you sat in the restaurant, so stressed from your situation that you had a headache. At least, that’s what you told yourself it was, as the alternative reason was much more unpleasant. Part of you wondered if your nerves were a wreck from your confinement. You hadn’t been out around people in forever. Even if it was a relatively short time period, it was clear that being isolated for so long was having an affect on your mental durability in public. Everything just felt like it was too much. The loud noises of the city and bright lights in the restaurant unnerved you. You just wanted to take a remote and turn down the intensity of the room.

You supposed alcohol made a good substitute for that.

You started pouring yourself another cup, some of the wine spilling onto the table as you overfilled it. Before you could pick it up though, Vox took it.

“Hey, give that back,” you said, unable to grasp it as he held it out of your reach.

“F/N, you’re going to pass out at this rate,” Vox said.

“S-so?” you said.

“So I don’t want to drag a half dead woman around town for people to gawk at,” he said.

You tense as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him.

“And… I would prefer it if you actually were awake when we spend time together tonight,” he said.

Well, clearly Vox wasn’t as stupid as you’d been hoping. He never was. You had partially been downing alcohol like it was water in the hopes that you’d be so out of it that whatever gross fantasies he fulfilled with you would be lost in a hazy blur. You didn’t want to remember it when you woke up in the morning.

“… of course,” you said.

“Why don’t you eat some more?” he said, “Try to clear your mind.”

You didn’t really want to though. You liked shrimp, but something about this dish was making you feel nauseous. You weren’t sure if it had gone bad or if you just weren’t in the mood stomach anything knowing what was going through his head. Not wanting to irritate him though, you picked at the dish a little. Damn it, you had done this to have one more night of imagined partial freedom, and you couldn’t even do that. Pathetic.

“I don’t feel well,” you whined, “It’s too loud in here. And the light is hurting my eyes. Can’t someone turn it down?”

“You’re so needy, dearest,” Vox said, but he called your waitress over.

“Dim the lights for us,” he said.

The waitress looked a little nervous.

“What do you not know how to turn down a light?” he asked.

“No! I do! It’ll just be a second!” she said.

She brought over a spare chair and stood on it, trying to reach the light. One of her large horns twisted in the glass beads, getting tangle.

“I know what I’m doing! I promise,” she said, looking panicked.

You weren’t so sure about that as she lost her footing and she swung off the chair, kicking her feet erratically through the air. Not wanting to get smacked in the face you ducked. You wondered if the alcohol had knocked you out and this was just some weird hangover dream.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Vox yelled.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I just-!”

Before she could finish, the chandelier could no longer take her weight and fell onto the table and floor, shattering into a million pieces, wire torn and dragged out from the ceiling. The electric charge in them was still quite strong though, some of them sparking with a life of their own, twisting and sputtering.

“What the fUuuuUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk-k-k-k?”

Before Vox could move out of the way the wire had made contact with one of the openings on the back of his head, sending him shocking and jolting. His face flew through a hundred different images, colors flying across it as static burst from his head. His entire body jolted as it overflowed with electricity.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” the waitress shrieked.

“I-I… c-c-c-ca-a-an’t…” Vox tried to speak, his entire head buzzing at the overload of electricity before he slumped over, knocked out. His screen was all black. As he went out, he fell forward and the wire disconnected. The sparking and burning had stopped, but there was a foul smell in the air, like something was burning.

You watched as your waitress started to panic.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit,” she said, “I’m so, so sorry! L-let me get my boss! We’ll fix this!”

Several other wait staff had walked over, and even some other customers turned their heads at the commotion. This was going to look really bad on the restaurant if they didn’t do something. At some point, you saw the waitress hurrying back, her boss with her. As they neared, more people crowded around the scene.

“Are you ok, ma’am? Are you hurt at all?” a waiter asked, helping you stand and move away from the wires and glass.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

It had all happened so fast you barely had time to mentally catch up to what was happening. The waiter walked you over to a nearby empty table, sitting you down.

“Why don’t you just wait here?” he said.

“O-ok, sure…” you said.

You stared at the scene of panicked people for a minute, brain fuzzy, before standing up. No one even glanced in your direction as you started to wander towards the entrance of the building. It wasn’t like people knew who you were or cared, and everyone had seen what had happened. They were all too worried about Hell’s biggest media manager to notice you.

I’m not running away. Of course not. It’s not like there’s anywhere to go anyway.

But your body was telling a different story as it pushed passed the waitstaff to the door. You walked out of the building, shaking a little from your inebriated state. You could do this though. You could walk a straight line. Right, you could do this. It’s not like you were running away. No, you weren’t that stupid. Just taking a little walk. Just one foot in front of the other. Left, right, left, right- Escape. Escape. Now’s your chance. Find a place with no cameras. Don’t let him catch you. Don’t let him find you. Don’t-

Hurk.

No, no, no. This wasn’t the time to get sick. But either you were too stressed or that shrimp really must have gone bad, because there was no holding back what wanted to come out. Before you knew it, you were bent over the public trash can vomiting up the little you had been eating and the fountain of wine you had been drinking.

“You all right, dear?” you heard someone saying

I’m puking over an outdoor trash bin, genius, what do you think?

You hurled for a few more seconds before pausing, coughing a little. You took a deep breath before looking up woozily at the concerned face who was looking down at you. And you really had to look up, not only because you were still learning over the trash can, but because of how tall the person was that you had been talking you. Once you laid eyes on him, you would have gasped if your throat didn’t burn with acid.

“A-Alastor?” you managed to choke out.

“The one and only, darling,” he said, “Glad to know my reputation proceeds me.”

He was taller than you had imagined, and his face disconcerting. While you had seen pictures and drawings, they had not been able to quite capture the eerie cheerfulness that his smile held, so large against his thin frame. A suppressed chill ran through your body at the knowledge that you were talking to your boss’s proclaimed “nemesis.”

“W-what are you doing here?” you said.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“N-no! Sorry, I just… I’ve never seen you in person,” you said, “I never thought I’d… Well, my boss h-hates you.”

While he continues to smile, you can tell by his eyes that he isn’t too impressed by your state. You probably smelled and looked as gross as you felt, half-drunk and wobbly.

“Does he now?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” you continued, “You know him. The big ass TV demon with the red glowey eyes?”

“Oh, so you’re Vox’s then?” he said.

“No!” you said, a bit too forcefully, “I’m not Vox’s! I’m not anyone’s! I don’t want to be anyone’s.”

He tilts his head a bit.

“Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah, n-not yet at least, not ‘till t-tomorrow,” you murmur, waving your hand in front of your face, “Right now, there’s no contract though. S-so I’m… I’m not anybody’s. Least of all his.”

His eyes soften a bit at that, though there is still a coldness in them that is unmistakable.

“Well then,” he said, after a short silence, “I suppose I should leave you to get back to your evening. Word of advice though, elder to younger, don’t do anything that will lead to any permanent consequences you aren’t willing to fulfill.”

Like I haven’t considered that, asshole. I would literally rather sign a contract with anyone else.

…

Wait a minute. You look at him as he starts to turn away.

“W-wait! Mr. Alastor, sir,” you said, “I have to ask you something.”

The idea was solidifying as he turned to look at you.

“If I sold my soul to someone, no one else could have it, right?” you say, hurriedly, near silent.

“Your soul would no longer be yours, so no. Only the owner could sell it to another person,” he said, looking at you thoughtfully, “But that’s not usually something that people have to worry about.”

That damn smile on his face was really creeping you out. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea sitting in the back of your half drunk mind. But you know what? You didn’t really care. What choice did you have? You were in hell for crying out loud, every path seemed to lead to some kind of shit. But if you weren’t going to get what you wanted, neither was your unrequited admirer. This was Vox’s biggest enemy, right? Nothing would upset him more than knowing that not only would you never belong to him, but you belonged to the man he hated more than anything else.

That was more than enough reason for you.

“I want to sell you my soul,” you said.

He cocked his head thoughtfully.

“You must be in a desperate pinch to want that,” he said, “And what would you like in exchange, my dear?”

You hadn’t even really thought of that. Your only thought at the moment had been to make yourself inaccessible to Vox, and your mind was still kind of hazy. It only made sense you get something out of it though. Something decent. Through the fog, an idea crept into your mind.

“I… I want you to make it where I can’t show up on screens, like you,” you said, “I want to be impossible to capture on film.”

As you said the words you held out your hand.

“We have a deal,” he said.

And with that he clamped onto your hand with his own, the room glowing green with magic. While it pulsed with energy, it was nothing like what you had felt when you had made the deal with Vox. It was a warm flurry that filled you from head to toe. You could feel the sensation of something tightening around your chest, much tighter than when you had made your earlier deal. It crept all the way into your neck before you felt like you were going to choke it was so tight before finally disappearing. A part of you thought you were going to throw up again.

“You going to be all right there?” he asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m f-fine,” you manage, hands on your knees for a second.

Apparently that was a lie, as you literally spill your guts onto the pavement.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Alastor said.

You cough again, straightening. You felt a bit better after that one.

“S-sorry,” you mutter.

“No need to apologize, dearest,” he said, “Now, since we have come to an agreement, I think we should discuss some things.”

“Well, I’m not really-”

“F/N?”

You froze as you heard your name being called. You turned to see Vox walking down the stairs, his face back on. A chill ran through you. That was fast. Someone must have reached into his head and turned a switch to reset him. He looked a bit dazed still, but not enough to be too impaired by it.

“There you are,” he said, “I thought I was going to have to start looking through every camera in this city to find you. What did I tell you... about…”

He glared when he saw who was standing next to you.

“Get the hell away from my employee,” he said, immediately aggressive at the sight of his rival.

Alastor looked at Vox, his eyes holding amusement and his grin turning more mischievous.

“Hm… no, I don’t think so,” he said.

“Excuse me?” Vox said.

“I’m afraid she belongs to me now,” Alastor said.

“I’m sorry, she what?!” Vox’s voice cracking with static.

“Your employee – or should I says ex-employee – has made a binding deal with an Overlord, which means in exchange for a service I provided, she has given me h-”

“I know what a demonic deal is, dickwad!” he yelled.

“Well then, the situation should be perfectly clear to you,” Alastor said. You had no idea how he was able to remain so calm when it was so obvious that Vox was on the verge of exploding, perhaps literally. As severity of the situation dawned on him, he turned his burning, furious eyes on you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vox said, “Of all the assholes in hell you choose to bind yourself to other than me, you pick this one?!”

You don’t say anything to him. For a second you look directly at him and tremble at the amount of terrifying wrath you see emanating from his body. Another feeling stirs in your chest though. A sick satisfaction at the fact that he is so upset. After all the control he had deprived you of for the last few months, it felt right to finally put him in a situation where he had zero control over things.

“We already made a deal! You can’t just sell your soul to him!” he yelled.

“Well, apparently, the deal wasn’t strong enough to chain her to you in any way considering she was able to sell her soul to me at all,” said Alastor, “And I don’t know what deals you’ve made previously with her, but if she has failed to fulfill any of them, as the owner of her soul I have the right to forfeit them. If you’d like to discuss what it is she was supposed to give you, perhaps we can work something out. Unless you failed to uphold your end of the bargain?”

He look flustered, but before he could really say anything you murmured, “Y-you only upheld half the bargain. S-so I don’t have anything I owe you.”

Confusion clouded his eyes for a brief second before he seemed to realize what you were talking about.

“Are you really trying to play the damn exact wording game with me?” he said, storming towards you, “You selfish little conniving bitch!”

You yelped as he grabbed your arm, his claws digging into your flesh to the point where you could feel skin beginning to break. Small splurts of blood formed on your flesh. His face was so livid though that you had a feeling that this was the least of your concerns.

“You better enjoy this while it last, because once I’m done with Alastor, I am going to hang his sorry excuse of a deer carcass on my office wall,” he said between gritted teeth, “And you are going to be begging to go back to the previous arrangement we discussed when I finally get my hands on y-”

He stops speaking as a black tentacle smacks him in the face, almost sending him off of his feet.

“That’s quite ungentlemanly of you, Vox,” Alastor said, “Treating a lady like that. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t touch what’s mine.”

Vox had a hand up on his screen, a large crack on the right side of his screen. It reached all the way down from the top down to where his cheek would have been. A small piece of glass was hanging by a wire.

“What the f-?! Ugh!” Vox yelled, “You are going to regret that! Both of you!”

He backed down though. As mad as he was, you both knew it was a losing battle if he tried to fight Alastor one on one right now. One hand trying to hold up the falling piece, he turned to walk away, grumbling under his breath. As he left your line of vision, you leaned against the wall, rubbing your eyes. You even felt yourself tear up a little involuntarily. You had truly thought there wasn’t going to be a way out of this.

“T-Thank y-you,” you said. If you weren’t scared crapless of this guy, you would have gotten on your knees and kissed his feet right there.

“There’s truly no need to thank me for anything,” Alastor said, “You are mine now. It’s in both of our interests that I protect you.”

Not really listening to what he was saying, you nod. It was awkwardly quiet for a minute or two as you wiped at your face, trying to get a hold of yourself. Damn it, you were wasted. Finally you felt like you could talk again.

“I-I guess, I’d better hit the road,” you say.

Though to be honest, you don’t even know where that is at the moment, considering you don’t have any money or job or anything really. Before you can walk off though, Alastor places a hand on your shoulder.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Oh, um… well, I wasn’t- I don’t have to go if you’d rather I didn’t,” you said.

“I should hope not,” he said, “Besides, I’ve already been thinking. There’s a lot of work I have that you can do.”

Well, shit.

I really hope I don’t come to regret this.

#yandere vox #yandere x reader #vox #hazbin hotel

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glitterforashes · 5 months

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Maybe date hcs for sal??? If you're fine and well?? I love that pretty boy too much ^^

𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)? ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐜’𝐬!

>>> OKAY YA’LL HERE WE GO! so sorry it took me ages to get to this! wonderful ask from macncheese here, thank u for requesting! hope you enjoy!! <3 (SORRY I POSTED IT BEFORE IT WAS DONE IGNORE THAT. THIS IS FINISHED)

𝐒𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

is literally a nervous wreck leading up to asking you out

“dude, calm down.” “I CAN’T CALM DOWN SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT.”

has to give himself multiple pep talks in the mirror (they don’t work)

practices asking you out on ash (that doesn’t work either and she makes fun of him)

comes over to your apartment to play video games, is sweating and twitching like he’s cracked out

“sally? you okay?” “go out with me.”

“..please.”

the laughter that erupts from your mouth makes him want to curl up and die

you agree to go out with him obviously

you set a date for friday after school at 8

he picks you up from your apartment, wearing his only nice pair of jeans and a band tshirt

“uh hi.”

“hi baby:)”

he hands you a flower from the flower bush outside of the school almost mechanically and you immediately put it in your hair

you two walk together to the little pizza spot across from the apartments

you hold his hand and he almost explodes

he pays for u!!

ya’ll sit and eat and talk and laugh so obnoxiously everyone else in the room thinks you’re psycho

an old woman stares too long at sally so you flinch at her and she nearly has a heart attack

sally stares at you with so much adoration you think his only good eye is gonna turn into a cartoon heart and launch at you

you stay the night at his apartment after!!

• gizmo snuggles up between you two and you spend the latest hours of the night talking and twiddling fingers with each other

at eight pm sharp, there’s a knock at your door. you smile as you go to open it, revealing sally. even though he was dressed plainly, it bout made you foam at the mouth. “uh, hi.” he said. you smiled, heavily amused by how nervous he was. “hi baby.” he very very mechanically pulled a hibiscus flower from behind his back and extended it to you, standing still as a scarecrow. “aww, sal! thank you!” you took it and placed it behind your ear, smiling from ear to ear. he was so freaking cute you had to will your entire body not to just kiss him all over.

he was stiff and nervous and looked kinda scary, so you took his hand and shut the door behind you, starting to walk down to the elevator. “thanks for inviting me out sally.” you say. he cleared his throat abruptly, like your thanks shocked him, before mumbling “yeah you’re welcome.”

it was cute how he was so nervous— especially since you two had done way worse things together than just going to get pizza. you had been interrogated by police, chased by travis and his little boyfriends, given detention together, and a whole bunch of other things that were universally worse than getting food.

“you know you don’t have to be scared, right? loosen up!” you teased, bumping your hip to his as you two stepped into the elevator. “oh. right. sorry.” you laughed, and he chuckled softly, shaking his shoulders a bit. the walk was less awkward from there,, you continued holding his hand and making idle chatter, just yapping about whatever graced your mind. he made a point to walk a bit ahead of you and open the parlor door, gesturing dramatically like some sort of medieval prince. “after you, m’lady.” he said, and you laughed, doing a curtsy with your imaginary skirts as you walked into the building.

you two went to the counter together, but you ordered for the both of you because sally didn’t want to talk to the cashier. you got a full pepperoni pizza and a side of the crinkle cut fries you two would always request when you were high. you waited off to the side until you got your food,, which you took over to a booth in the back closest to the door. you two ate mostly in silence, too hungry to try to talk between bites. as of late neither of you had been eating the cafeteria food, so this was a saving grace to your stomachs.

in the post-food coma you two experienced, you threatened to stick a fry up sally’s nose and he nearly spat his drink all over the table, which made you laugh so loudly you nearly got embarrassed. you wiped up the mess yall made as sal packed your leftovers into a little box, shaking his head and chuckling to himself the whole time.

you carried the box of fries and he carried the pizza box, but you two still managed to awkwardly hold hands the whole way home. you shuffled into the tiny elevator and watched for a moment as it climbed the levels. you peeked over to sally to see him already side eyeing you and you both erupted into laughter, filling the elevator with the sounds of amusement.

when you got to sally’s apartment you two placed the leftovers on the little rickety kitchen table and immediately retreated to his bedroom, saying hi to his dad and beckoning gizmo to follow on the way in. you took off your uncomfortable pants and tossed them in a corner, and sal stripped down to his boxers. of course, this wasn’t uncommon. you had both established long ago that sleeping unrestricted was the best way to sleep.

you two plopped down on his bed side by side and gizmo shuffled his way in soon after, laying on your right arm and half on sally’s torso. you two spent some time just petting and praising gizmo, talking about how cute he was and sal telling you the story of how they got him.

around midnight you threw a pillow at the wall to flip the light switch off, and you two rolled over to face each other. your hand found his naturally and he began rubbing small circles on your palm with his thumb. “thank you for taking me out.” you whispered, nudging ever so slightly closer. “you’re welcome.” he said, shifting closer to you. you two migrated closer and closer until your forehead was touching the forehead of his mask. your breaths merged into one as you inhaled and exhaled in sync, just enjoying each others presence. gizmo purred like a motorboat, having moved to lay on y’all’s intertwined legs.

“i think i love you, sally.”

you said, but he was already asleep. you smiled and shook your head, snuggling your face into his as you closed your eyes. “goodnight then.”

“i think i love you too, (y/n).”

#sally fisher xreader #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #date headcannons #hcs #sally face #romance #cutie pie #fanfic #indie games #sally face x reader

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iqzo · 9 months

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REUNITED, EREN EX

(nsfw, female fingering, no protection, doesn’t matter bc nb gettin pregnant unless i say so, blowj0b, slight sub eren, soft dom. reassurance, talking it out.)

EREN EYE’S SCANNED his surroundings seeing everyone, fast asleep. everyone but you. Walking back into the living room from being away. you plopped down on the loveseat which sadly resigned beside the couch eren was on. You felt pairs of eyes scanning your body, you looked over your shoulder to find out it was the same emerald green eyes that you hated, with the curly lashes that could be easily seen within a mile away.

“the fuck you starin at.” you whispered, eren chuckled. his leg swaying from left to right as his lips lined up with a cocky grin. “don’t act like you wasn’t staring at me throughout the entire movie.” he says which caused you to scoff, eren was full of fuckin shit. that’s why you broke up with his ass.

a cocky piece of community dick, “in your fuckin dreams, nigga.” you swiftly turned to him, your arms propped up on the armrest holding up your body weight.

“more like you were staring at me,” you glared, his eyes panned over instantly to the racks that peeked out the tight crop shirt you wore. you noticed it and quickly covered them with the duvet, “a fuckin whore.” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes, leaning back onto the couch. your back faced eren.

“y/n.”

…

“y/n.”

…

“eren leave me the fuck alone.” eren sighs heavily, slouching into the couch with his legs spreading in the process, he licked his lips. his eyes were not where they were supposed to be, instead they were on you. and how your body looked beneath that duvet.

if only you knew how bad eren missed being inside you. he missed the way you’d try to run away while he roughly slammed his dick inside you. slowly taking it out just to roughly slam it back inside. hitting your g-spot repeatedly. He missed the way his name would easily roll off your tongue, how it sound being screamed out while riding out an orgasm. He missed the way you tasted, he missed how he’d cuddled you, he missed how you felt in his arms and how you always smiled every time you seen him.

your smile made him heart jump, he missed feeling and seeing you in his kitchen or in his bed every morning. either sleeping messily with your bonnet slipping off your head, shirt nearly choking the shit out of you. mouth open as soft snores left.

he missed everything ya’ll had. and all because of some bitch he used to fuck with started telling you this bullshit acting as if it was recent but it was a few years ago. when confronted, Eren agreed that there was something going on, which made you quickly break up with him. not hearing anything he had left to say.

ever since that the group as been awkward since y’all in the same friend group. Eren told them what had happened, and they’ve been trying to do ‘group activities’ for ya’ll two to interact again. which didn’t happen obviously since you’d always ignore the stares he’d gave every time you talked to a boy.

eren got off the couch, making his way to sit beside you. you felt the couch dip beside you making you turn, “eren!? wtf get the fuck off!” you whispered shouted, glaring at him as he stared back with a soft expression. his pouty pink lips parted slightly, his medium luscious brown hair fell to the sides of his face. the sliver necklace hanging above your face, your eyebrows furrowed, “i missed you..so fuckin much y/n.” your eyes rolled.

“if you did you shouldn’t have cheated.” you said turning to your side, eren arms planted on either sides of your body, “i didn’t, i wasn’t finish with what i was saying before you’d blow me off and leave me.” you ignored everything he said and continued to scroll on your phone. “y/n..” he whispered in his soft yet deep with a slight rasp in his voice, you side eyed him. “what,” you grumbled. “i wouldn’t ever think to cheat on you, and you know this..” “complete bullshit.” eren sighed heavily leaning up on his knees, he grabs you bridal style.

of course you fought to get out of his grip, but the complete size difference between you and eren was large. he was 6’6 hefty as hell with a good body shape like those boys of them manwha. that’s the type of body he had. “put me down, eren. i swear, i will rock your shi-“ as soon as your feet touched the ground, you were instantly pulled into a kiss pinned to the wall with eren’s tongue swirling around your mouth recklessly.

like a drunk driver.

when you pulled away you looked at him as if you hated him, but he knew you didn’t. you couldn’t.

but when you pushed him away with a disgusting look afterwards changed his mind, standing across from one another eren staring down to the ground as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

your arms crossed on your chest, before you gave in. running towards him and locking lips with him. clenching onto his shirt pushing him against the wall. this caught him by surprise, his hands mindlessly moving around your body touching everything, down to your ass which he squeezed tightly.

his next hand scrunching up the hems of your dress rolling it up, standing in the halls for about 2 minutes sucking each other’s faces off. finally pulling away, forehead to forehead, nose tip to nose tip, “let’s go into a room..” eren whispered. his lips merely a centimeter away from yours. you nodded your head yes leaping into his grasp, his hands firmly resting beneath your ass as you continued to make out.

finally reaching the room, eren placed you on the floor still lip locked. your footsteps pasting backwards as his chased after yours, not wasting any time.the back of your knees instantly bent from the ends of the bed hitting it. now sitting down eren put you to lay back, as he climbed on top.

his lips placing soft yet harsh pecs on your neck, leaving visible marks. he slowly started to remove you from your dress the lower he got on your body, down by your belly button. you were completely naked, wearing nothing but bra and panties which were soaked from how wet your pussy was.

eren chuckled, “she misses me hm?” he questioned looking up holding eye contact with you while watching how you struggled to keep your eyes open from the sensation of feeling Eren’s thumb rubbing against your clothed clit.

“you anit let nobody else touch her right..” he questioned, you shook your head no instantly creasing a smirk on his lips, “good girl.” he whispered looking down at his thumb he pulls away with a strain of your juices connected to his thumb and the underwear. “i barely even touched you,” he chuckled.

you moaned at the sudden cold breeze of the room hitting your exposed, throbbing, dripping pussy. Eren licked his lips, moving the panties to the side wasn’t enough. he wanted them completely off.

you gasped seeing him shred through the fabric and material of the underwear as if it was nothing but a piece of paper, “Er-i’ll buy you another one.” he says before his lips locked onto your pussy, licking at it like a dog. hungrily eating you out, your thighs resting on his shoulders, trying to close them. eren rough scarred hands planted onto your mid thighs, holding them open as he continued to tongue fuck you.

you tried holding back the moan but the lewd, vulgar, risqué, noises your pussy was making was loud enough to wake at least someone up.

by how eren used his spit to make the sounds louder on purpose, he stares dead at you reacting to his tongue lapping your juices up. his lips cupped onto your clit, sucking and licking as his middle and ring finger made their way into your hole. inserting in with ease, he started going ham. finger fucking you while getting your clit sucked fuckin dry.

it was too much to handle, your legs started shaking as well with your moans. he continued to drive you over to your high, as soon as you were a lick away he stop, which made you groan out in annoyance.

“ion want you to come on my tongue, i want you to cum on my dick.” he says grasping onto the heavy bulge in his jeans, his hard on nearly burst through the jeans and if he didn’t stop he would’ve pop the zipper off.

he removes his belt off with one hand throwing it aside, he unzips his pants exposing the wet stain on his calvin klein. he breathes heavily while pulling his girthy 8 inch cock out, curved left with a veins running the sides of it, as well with a leaking tip.

he lines his dick up with your hole, before slowly sliding in. you release a moan, as eren whimpered with his body jolting by the electricity running throughout his body. his body falls on top of you his lip near your ear releasing moans, whimpers, and soft grunts as he slides hisself further in.

“s-shit, baby..you’re so tight..” he moaned struggling to move since with every slight move he’ll end up moaning, he completely forgot how your pussy turned him into a complete bottom boy, a smut, a munch, a whore. it completely changed him.

and now getting it after, what, 6 months?? yeah he sure wasn’t ready. you wrapped your legs around his and flipped him over, your hands planted on his chest with your ass lifting off his dick, he moans as you did as well but seeing him looking up at you with complete innocence makes you wanna ride him even harder.

so you picked up the speed, which drove him crazy, he tried to quiet his moans but the way your walls clenched around his dick made it impossible mission to stay quiet.

a moaning mess, that’s what eren was right about now. “s-shit, y/n, s-slow down please.” he begged with a whimper, you ignored his demands and went ham on it.

your ass jiggled with every single time you’d slam back down onto his dick, you looked over your shoulder after feeling a knot forming in your stomach. you looked back at eren, looking down at him. his eyes closed with nothing but his lips parted open nothing but indistinct, indecipherable words leaving his mouth. which made you instantly know he was close.

you rode your high, a white ring forming around his dick you fell ontop of him giving him the power back. his lower body lifts up with his hand gripping onto your waist as he roughly pound into you. he bites onto your shoulder silencing his climax. feeling warmth spewing into your stomach, hearing eren’s soft grunts and moans made you wet.

as his moans slowly died down he looks up at you with drowsy eyes, “i missed this..so much..” he whispered while planting a soft kiss on your lip, which instantly turned into a passionate, gentle, loving make out session. Ending in eren pulling away to kiss your forehead, “they’re going to wake up and see us naked beneath the covers, eren.” you chortle as he throws the covers ontop of ya’ll naked bodies.

“don’t give a fuck.” he muttered pulling you close, his eyes closed as you chuckled from his reply. you planted a kiss on his forehead and took your ass to bed.

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Please Mister Miller? Part 4 Mean!Joelxf!Reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni

summary: after your last interlude with Joel you told him that you owe him one... Today he comes to collect.

warnings/tags: Infidelity, Unprotected p in v, oral sex [m and f receiving], Mean Joel, Dirty Talk, almost caught, voyeurism, Riding Cowgirl, exhibitionism, nicknames (good girl, slut)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: Y'all, I did a filthy PWP one-shot and I got comments requesting it be a series and because I can’t deny ya’ll anything, here’s some more filth that I'm still shocked I wrote. Comments and the like really make my day.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Lights with Mister Miller

"You gotta tell them about Charlie," you tell Sarah as you start folding your clothes into your suitcase. You're leaving in a couple days, much to your chagrin. You don't know how you're going to go back to life without Joel and this illicit game you’ve been playing.

"I can't," Sarah says quietly, leaning against her bed frame. "He's like six years older than me. My dad'll freak."

You fight to hold back a laugh.

"But you like him."

"I really do.” Sarah gives a sad sigh, eyes downcast. "But I know my dad won't like him. Won't think he's good enough for me because he didn't finish college."

"I don't think that your dad would be that unfair."

"You don't know my dad," Sarah says with a sad smile. "He can be pretty harsh."

You think of Joel's hand on your ass, of him fucking brutally into your mouth and this time a giggle does bubble forth from your lips. Sarah quirks a brow at you.

"What?"

"You’re a grown woman," you tell her, trying to tamp down your grin. "And you're scared of telling your daddy you have a boyfriend."

"I'm not scared," Sarah insists. "It's just... I don't wanna disappoint him."

"I get that," you say honestly. "But Sarah I don't think he's the kind of dad that would be like that."

No, in your mind Joel Miller is the type that kissed scraped knees and played tea party. The kind of dad who Sarah could call if a party went too late or she felt lonely during her freshmen year.

"Maybe you're right," Sarah relents.

You roll your freshly washed socks into a ball, tucking them into the corner of your bag. You think of his mouth between your legs yesterday and feel your entire body prickling with desire.

You owe him one.

You can't stop thinking about that. You owe Joel one and he all but agreed. He also called you baby last time.

The thought makes you feel heady, your nipples constantly tightening when he enters a room. Your pussy flooding when he nods at you in the hallway.

You haven't been able to be alone with him for days. Sarah is always around or if she's gone its Tess. Your vacation is almost over and you're fucking aching for him.

So when Sarah goes to see her secret boyfriend and you see Joel standing in the kitchen with his muscled arms crossed over his chest you can't help but brush up against him, ass dragging against his front pretending it's necessary in order to slide by him. Joel stiffens, sweeping a hand over his mouth.

"Can't behave for one afternoon."

"C'mon now," you say, grinning up at him. "Do you really like it when I behave, Mister Miller?"

You're being playful, but the darkening of his eyes makes butterflies begin in your tummy.

You go to grab a mug of coffee, noticing Tess working outside on the deck, her hands digging through tangled Christmas lights. You give a friendly wave that she returns before she's turned back to digging in the lights box.

You jolt, almost spilling your coffee when you feel Joel's calloused hand snaking up your shirt, coming to cup a breast, fingers rolling the nipple.

"You never wear a bra," he breathes against your ear.

"Not here," you confess leaning back into his embrace. "I like how hard you get when they bounce for you."

Joel gives a quiet groan.

"Wanna see 'em."

"What? Now?" Your eyes blow wide and you step back from him, nipples hard and jutting through your t-shirt.

"She's organizin' the lights outside," Joel murmurs, his dark eyes taking in your thin t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. "Can't see anything behind the island."

You glance over your shoulder to see that Tess is still turned away from you, untangling lights. Joel's breathing is coming out more shallow, the pink in his cheeks returning. He’s got that hungry look in his eyes that makes you wet just to see.

"You owe me one," Joel says as he tugs you by the wrist to him. "Remember? Said you'd be a good girl and let me fuck you anywhere. N'I wanna fuck your mouth right here."

"It's too dangerous," you whisper, feeling anxiety bloom in you for the first time since you started all of this. "We'll be caught."

"Thought that's what you liked," Joel murmurs. He glances to make sure Tess is still distracted before his hand is on your shoulder, pressing down gently.

"Now be a good girl for me and get on your knees."

He's rock hard through his jeans, his body like a furnace. You think of denying him but you have to admit that the risk is what makes this so hot.

You slide to your knees between he and the kitchen island, your hands going to his zipper. He stands there watching you, dark eyes taking in everything. You pause, hearing Tess move outside.

"Keep goin'," he drawls, eyes on the window. "She's still just untanglin'."

You pull him from his jeans, hard and already a bead of precome waits for you. You swipe your tongue along the head, swallowing the salty taste.

"You taste so good, Mister Miller," you whisper up at him. Joel shivers, teeth clenched as you stare up at him.

"Lemme see those tits," he rasps roughly.

You grin, pulling the fabric up and letting your tits spill out beneath your tight shirt. They hang there, nipples tight and puckered.

"Touch 'em."

You cup them, kneeling there against the island. You stare up at him, beaming as you do.

"Dirty girl on her knees, tits out for me," Joel mumbles, eyes glittering. "So eager to have me fuck her mouth."

You nod, eyes bright. All of a sudden Joel's attention is outside and you see him smiling.

"Nice job, baby."

"You like em?" Tess' voice is muffled through the glass.

"They're perfect."

Tess rustles something outside and Joel takes this opportunity to grip his thick member in his broad hand. He guides it to your mouth, dragging it along your cheek, smearing precome along in some debauched glossy trail.

He drags it along your lower lip, mouth parted in anticipation.

"Tongue."

You let your tongue hang out obediently for him. He grunts gently as he taps his heavy cock against it before withdrawing, tracing along your lips luridly. You whimper softly as he teases you.

"Please can I have it in my mouth?"

"You think you deserve it?"

"Uh huh," you nod. "Remember how good it felt in your bed? Fucking my mouth then?"

Joel stiffens, cock pulsing against your lips. He's waiting for you to make the next move, but you want him to do it. That way he's choosing it.

"Did it turn you on that I did it in the bed you share with your wife?" You ask sweetly, tongue coming to lick a gentle line along the head. "Or was it that it was a college girl who you filled with your cock?"

"The fucking mouth on you," Joel growls. And before you can do anything more he's hooked his finger along your bottom teeth and forced your jaw open. He thrusts his cock into your mouth, groaning softly as he hits the back of your throat.

Suddenly his hands are on the counter and his voice is controlled, soft even.

"Those ones might need to be replaced."

"I thought we could get those led ones people are talking about," Tess observes through the glass.

You pull off of him, nervous that she'll see your bobbing head. Terrified she'll catch you with a mouthful of her husband's fat cock.

"That could look good but they'll be a little less warm in color," Joel offers, hips shifting.

"Yeah but they'd save a lot of energy."

You think that Joel will wait until the boring conversation is over, but no. His left hand drifts under the counter casually and comes to the back of your head, urging you forward to swallow his cock again.

If you’re caught it's all his fault.

You do so without question, starting to suck. Satisfied, Joel's hand goes back onto the counter, folded with the other one. He looks contemplative as he listens to Tess observe the merits of LED lights.

"That's my good girl," Joel murmurs, eyes on the window as he nods at Tess but speaks to you. "You take it deep, wanna feel it in your throat."

You take more of him into your mouth, hearing as his hands go to grip the edge of the counter. He can't thrust, it would be too obvious. But he wants to, you can feel it.

He pulls back after a moment, looking down with a pinched expression.

"Stop," he growls. "She's coming to the back door."

You feel him tense, his voice loud so that Tess can hear outside, so close to coming in the sliding door. From that angle she can see more of the island. You wonder if she can catch a glimpse of Joel's cock hanging outside his jeans, achingly stiff and glossy with your spit.

"There's some dead bulbs near the... Yeah, you see em?" Joel asks voice a little tight. "I can get some new ones tomorrow. Can you gather those ones up baby?"

Tess is saying something back but it's muffled from the glass. She and Joel continue their conversation but all you can focus on is Joel's cock still wet with your saliva inches from your mouth.

It's not fair that you should have to wait. Your lower lip grazes the tip and you feel him jerk. His left hand comes under the counter to wave you away.

"Yeah I'll go to the store tomorrow," Joel says to Tess. "Sarah's friend said she had to mail some stuff off so I'll take her and maybe she can help me find a new set."

"Good idea."

You feel your eyes blowing wide. Joel is actually making excuses to be alone with you? Fuck you're so turned on at the thought.

Your face darts forward to take him into your mouth, drooling out the corners. He shudders, hips canting towards you briefly.

"Mhmm," Joel groans. "I like the colorful sets."

His hand is back under the island, gripping your chin and urging it to open further, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. Tess must be turned away because he looks down at you. He groans when he sees you there on your knees, mouth stuffed full of him, tits hanging out.

"Dirty girl," Joel murmurs, catching himself before he starts to ramble. "You wet?"

You give a muffled yes, your mouth stretched wide to fit all of him.

"Knew you would be. Go on and play with your pussy while you suck me off," Joel murmurs. He's surprised when you shake your head and he pulls his cock from your mouth.

"Wanna this to be about you," you explain, tongue flattening to lick him like a dripping popsicle. "You took care of me yesterday. Just wanna make you come, Mister Miller."

"Jesus," Joel whistles. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

You blush under his heated gaze. He widens his stance, face twisted in amusement.

"Go on then."

You're about to when something occurs to you and you press a kiss to the rosy head of Joel's weeping cock.

"Your wife do this for you?" You ask, curious, dragging your lower lip along the head as Joel shivers. "She swallow your cock? You come in her mouth?"

Joel shakes his head sharply, frowning. Now you know why he's so obsessed with getting his cock sucked. He doesn't get any. You lick the underside, tongue twisting over the ridges as Joel’s eyelids flutter.

"You eat her pussy like you ate mine yesterday, Mister Miller?"

Joel flushes, shaking his head again, this time looking chagrined.

"Then you really have no one to blame but yourself," you tell him, mouth curving around the head.

You'll never understand men who complain about not getting head when they never give it. If he hadn't made you come on his tongue twice yesterday you'd consider letting him hang there hard and unfulfilled.

"You're good at eating pussy," you tell him. "Should show your wife what she's been missing."

He goes to say something but you've begun taking him all into your mouth again, your tongue warm and wet. His hips try to remain still, but they feel loose as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him.

"Fuck, my good girl knows how to suck cock so well," Joel murmurs, eyes growing heavy lidded.

You smile around his cock, living for the way he's starting to sound drunk. His words thick in his mouth, his body loose. You can tell he's feeling good, he's getting close. Your hand goes to the front of his jeans, holding the denim under your grip and bobbing your head.

"What about these ones?" Tess asks through the glass and you can see the lights blink on and off, reflected against Joel's white shirt.

"Those look so good," Joel slurs. "So good, baby."

He's so close. You can hear it in his voice, in the clenching of his thighs. You bring your hand to the base of his cock and begin stroking him as you suck.

"Okay I think I'm almost done," Tess says cheerfully from outside. "Just one more strand. Whadda ya think of these ones, Joel?"

She must hold them to the window at the same time your tongue flicks the head of his cock lightly, a moan escaping you when you feel Joel's cock twitch in your mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Joel groans out.

You feel him spill into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm spend. He's nodding at Tess, hips shifting to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Joel exclaims, slamming his hand against the counter as he comes. "That's exactly what I wanted."

You swallow every drop, mouth curling into a smile that he doesn't see. He's smiling at his giggling wife and you're shocked when you feel a stab of jealousy go through you at the sight.

"I've never seen you get so into lights before."

"They look so good," Joel punches out as you lick him clean. "I love ‘em."

"Well I love you, Joel."

You frown, eyes downcast as they speak sweetly to one another through the window. For some reason this doesn't feel as fun as before.

You wait for Joel to put himself back into his jeans and for Tess to turn away before you scurry away back to the guest room.

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You tell Sarah you're concerned that you're coming down with a cold and stay in the guest room for the rest of the day. You just don't want to have to look at Joel and Tess, to see the way he gazes at her.

Sarah comes by to check on you a few times, concerned. She tells you about her time with Charlie and how they're so in love. Seems everyone is so in love these days.

You have a long, warm shower and crawl into bed, hair still damp. You read your shitty romance novel that you bought for the trip and you eventually fall asleep.

You wake up what must be hours later considering how dry your hair is. There's a gentle creaking and low voices coming from the room next door.

Joel's room.

You can't help but be intrigued. Their bedroom has been very quiet since you arrived. You roll over closer to the wall, pressing your ear there and holding your breath.

You hear it, the unmistakable sound of Joel's groans, but muffled as he kisses his wife.

"Shhh," Tess giggles breathlessly through the wall. "Sarah's friend will hear!"

"Nah she won't," Joel rumbles. "These walls are thick. 'Sides, she's asleep."

You hold your breath, eyes wide in the darkness. You listen to them kiss for what feels like forever, prickles of jealousy stabbing you all over. You listen as he fingers her to climax and you feel your thighs tightening, pressing together a slick accumulates there.

You think you'll manage. You think it's possible that this will be over soon but then there's a new sound. A wet, kissing sound but Tess is mewling, her voice high and reedy.

"Joel... Your tongue!"

He's going down on her. Just like you told him to.

Tess is whimpering his name, trying to be quiet. But you're bed is pressed against the wall tight. You hear every gasp, every moan every shudder as she begs him to go faster.

"Patience, baby.”

At the sound of Joel's voice low and syrupy your fingers thrust under your sleep shorts, sliding along your slippery clit. You arch immediately, ear pressed tightly to the wall.

"Why have we never done this before?" She cries out, breathless. "Feels so fucking good."

"Dunno," comes Joel's rumbled response. Then he must be licking and sucking because Tess is groaning.

You hear the bed creak as she arches, and you can imagine her thighs trembling around his ears. The bed starts to knock into the wall, thudding loudly beside your head.

"C'mon baby," Joel murmurs. "Come on my tongue like a good girl."

The way he says good girl curls around your abdomen, pulling the orgasm from you. Even though it's not meant for you, even though his mouth buried in his wife's cunt, you feel your entire body go rigid and then you come with a whimpering moan.

"Did you hear something?" Tess asks and you slap a hand over your mouth, tilting your head away from the wall.

Joel's voice is low and measured. "Nope."

"Joel lemme do the same for you," you hear Tess panting through the walls after she comes. "You just made me feel so fucking good."

"Nah baby," you can hear Joel panting. "Wanted to just make you feel good tonight. As a thank you for all you did to make Christmas special this year."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

“Okay, well I'm gonna go have a shower."

"Okay."

You feel so jealous right now you could scream. Tess gets to sleep beside Joel after her shower. She gets to have his arms around her, bodies warm under the blanket. And now she gets to come on his tongue whenever she wants because of your big mouth!

You glance up when a shaft of light falls over the bed. The door is closed softly and before you can turn a figure crawls onto the bed next to you. A large hand covers your mouth and a familiar scent floats over you: soap and wood shavings.

Your nightgown is being dragged up and his hand is going between your legs, feeling your release from earlier.

"I fucking knew it," Joel rasps quietly in your ear. "Knew I heard you."

You try to shrug him off, irritated for some unknown reason. But then you feel his cock, still hard in the small of your back.

"Saved my come for you," Joel says into your neck. "Wanted to paint this pussy."

He pulls your thigh up over his, pressing himself inside you from behind as he holds you against him. You've never fucked like this, side by side. You wish you could see him.

"Gotta do this quick," he rasps, sliding his palms along the smooth of your legs as he starts to pump into you. He immediately stops when the rhythmic creaking of the bed begins.

"Fuck."

He pulls off the bed abruptly loosening you. You think he's leaving and you twist to face him. But he's standing there beside your bed, naked and stroking himself and casting furtive looks at the door. The shower is still running.

"Floor."

You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees into the carpet as he slips down to lay on his back. Before he can ask you’re perching over his abdomen.

"Please let me ride you?"

He nods, stretching his arms out behind his head.

"Go on and bounce on it like a good girl."

And you do. Despite everything you ride him hard, your knees rubbing against the carpet as you rise and fall on his cock. You work fast, knowing that Tess could be done at any second.

Joel watches all of this with glittering eyes, his wide hands coming to spread your thighs wider so he can see your clit glossy and buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.

"There she goes," he rasps quietly with a wolfish grin up at you. "C'mon baby. Take my come. Saved it all for you."

You hold back the groans of your second orgasm, covering your mouth with your hand. Joel follows quickly after, hands on your hips, slamming his cock up into you as he holds you in place.

You feel him release into you, warm spurts that make him shudder a groan between your breasts, his mouth kissing there before he pulls back.

You move off of him, legs shaky. He pulls back the covers of the bed, watching you nestle in there.

"You go to sleep with my come inside you like a good little slut," he whispers huskily in your ear. "Tomorrow I have a treat planned for us."

He kisses your temple much to your surprise and delight. He sneaks out back to the bedroom just as the squeak of the shower ceases.

You drift off to sleep then, thoughts of Joel and his mouth invading your dreams, haunting them.

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melinoelliones · 7 months

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Your parents had asked you to babysit your siblings on halloween night as they had, “an important seminar they had to attend” and “needed you to watch them”.... So who was the guy at the door?

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: Brainwashing, quickie gone wrong (kinda), death, biting, no prep, dub con, tears, incubus, creampie?, rough sex! fem reader

2.3k words

Imma say this is Dark Content so if you do not like death, blurred lines between consent and no consent or no prep DO NOT READ THIS!! This is not for you i’m afraid. Sae is a incubus. I have never written this kind of thing before so don’t jump me ya’ll.

“Ugh can you two shut up already, I’ve been dragged to every house in the neighbourhood, cut me some slack will ya” you groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch. Totally ignoring the trails of “but mom said” and “please” that followed behind you.

You had just got home from taking your younger siblings out for Trick or Treating as you did every year, however this was your first official break from starting Uni so you had hoped they’d let you off this time round. To be fair, there was never a dull moment with those two though you had to admit, even if they forced you to dress up with them.

Watching the two kids dressed as ghosts fling their tubs of candy all over the floor you sighed, “I hope you know I’m not cleaning all that up”. “Yeah yeah we know” they rolled their eyes in unison as they began their candy trade whilst you simply scrolled on your phone idly.

“Stuck babysitting once again, never gets old” you mumbled to yourself, shifting your angel wings off your back and onto the floor. Your siblings had forced you to dress as an angel but you only agreed if you could pick the clothes.

“Stop, you’re messing up our piles” your sister moaned, flinging them at your head on impulse. “HEY, STOP THAT OR I’LL HA~”, you were cut off as the doorbell rang. Your eyes turnt to the kids on the floor as if to ask if they knew who that was, yet you were met with two matching pairs of clueless eyes.

You all stayed frozen as the rings continued, over and over again until you mustered up the courage to walk over to the front door, your heart pounding out of your chest at this point as your hand hovered over the knob. Who could be at the door at this time, your house was the only one on the block that didn’t have major decorations so people knew to not come knocking.

Slowly turning the doorknob the door flew open causing you to step back a bit, standing a foot away from you was a boy who looked about your age, staring pure daggers at you. “Wrong house maybe?” you questioned sarcastically, pure vim rolling off the tongue as you retook a step forward. Who was he anyway?

“Definitely the right house” the boy scoffed, looking you up and down as he continued “I’m the babysitter, and by the looks of it, I was needed”. You stood dumbfounded as he swerved straight past you and into your living room, turning to face him you retorted, “Wait a minute, you can’t just waltz up into people's houses like that, who even are you?”.

“Sae, the babysitter as I said a second ago, now hurry up and shut the door” he huffed, scanning the cluttered floor. “Oh yeah did mom and dad not tell you? They hired a babysitter", your brother spoke up before going back to his candy exchange. “Weren’t saying that when we were statues two minutes ago were ya. Didn’t wanna mention that huh?” you sighed, face planting your hand before shutting the door behind you.

Why would your parents hire a babysitter if they knew you were staying the night? You weren’t a little kid anymore, what was the point of that? Not to mention the dude didn’t look like he’d be good with people in general, let alone kids, where’d they even find him.

You watched as Sae strolled across the room scanning it thoroughly, same blank face plastered on his face as before, “well then? Start cleaning up this trash, it's late”. You stood behind the couch, since he’s the babysitter tonight you thought ‘maybe I’ll get a break after all’.

The twins scoured the man with looks of disgust as he barked orders almost immediately, “and who are you to tell us what to do?” “We are in the middle of a candy exchange”. “They got a point” you sniggered under your breath, turning away sharply as he glared at you.

“I won’t ask you again, sort this out.” the guy ordered, hovering over the two as if they were ants. Should you step in? You weren’t the babysitter but maybe that was a bit harsh. As you went to tap him from behind the twins nodded, beginning to tidy away their candy in silence.

“Now how did that work?” you muttered to yourself, you’d have to bribe them with a year's supply of goods to even get them to brush their teeth, let alone tidy up while they're in the middle of doing something. “And why aren’t you helping them?” Sae asked, back still to you as the kids hurried to pack away their candy.

“Umm, maybe because I don’t need a babysitter, nor do I need a strange pink haired boy telling me what I should and shouldn’t do in my own house” you pointed out. What was not clicking for this guy; first he comes to the house unannounced and now he's barking orders? What is going on today, where did your parents even find this guy, maybe if yall met at a party you could have hit it off but God was he rubbing you up the wrong way right now.

You heard a faint sigh from him as he took a step to the side before pointing at the staircase, “N’ go on, I don’t even want to see your faces till your parents get back”. Your face showed an expression of pure disbelief as you watched your siblings almost march up the stairs with a simple “okay, goodnight”, no rebuttal, no fight back, just compliance.

As you tried to comprehend the scene that just played out before you, Sae managed to make his way around you, his hand trailing your waist and to your hand, gripping it ever so slightly “I don’t need a strange pink haired babysitter telling me what I should and shouldn't do, was it?” he chuckled, reiterating what you had already said prior while pulling your hand closer, your back pressed up against his left side as he examined it.

“Maybe I should make you eat those words angel”, “what are you doing, this isn't very professional of you mr babysitter” you spat, did he really think this would be the case of easy girl sleeps with the hot babysitter.

“Is there something in the air today” you scowled, yanking your hand out of the guys grasp and turning to face him, your back hoving just in front of the couches back, “If you’re a babysitter, what’s with the fangs and pointy tail hmm?”, “Oh you like em?” he smirked.

You stood your ground as the guy inched closer and closer to you till he was almost towering over you, your eyes refusing to meet his while you spoke “No, do babysitters usually dress as… Wait a minute”.

“You didn’t come in the house wearing that, what are you?” you stuttered, your eyes darting around his body taking in all the new features. There was no way something like that could have slipped your mind, absolutely no way. “Oh lighten up angel it’s just a costume, maybe you’re just exhausted and didn’t notice. But hey, if you wanted a closer look you could've just asked” he ribbed.

You could feel Sae’s presence as he stepped closer, his cold body radiating an eerie aura that made your heart almost instantly start racing like never before. His icy hot hands cupped your face, trapping you in his gaze till you could no longer move your own body, it almost felt as if there was someone else in your skin and you were just the mere shell.

Under the trance he had put you under, your lips met in an all-consuming kiss, every inch of your body quivered with nothing but lust and desire but you had no control anymore. A small moan slipped your lips allowing him full access, tasting every inch of your mouth as your tongue wrapped around his.

Deepening the kiss, Sae slid his hands down your tight fitted dress, tracing every curve of your body as he lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Sae walked you both around the couch, laying you on the cushions below yet your lips never broke apart.

“Sae please” you whined needily against his lips, pulling him in as close as you could. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give it to you” he snickered, breaking away from you, a trail of saliva still connecting you both as he looked into your eyes, “It’ll be the last thing you get”.

Those words resonated with you, what was even happening right now. Fear started to sink in as he gazed into your fearful eyes, all you could see back was corruption and death. Sleeping with him was one thing, but what did he mean by “it'll be the last thing you get?”. You weren’t even sure which thoughts were yours and which were his that were being planted in your head.

Sae ran his fingers down to your underwear, the trail of a icy hot burn lingering where they touched as he slipped them down your legs and onto the floor in one swoop. Without warning he pushed himself between your legs with a groan that was lost amongst your own curses, “did I catch you off guard” he asked sarcastically, pressing his lips against yours to swallow your cries.

The heated kiss intensified as the guy slid his hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your breast as he took your harden nipple between his fingers, twisting ever so slightly every now and then. He could feel himself harden as he touched you, a feverish heat coursed through his veins.

With every thrust you felt a fiery coldness inside you that was both unbearable and exhilarating - it was almost as if he was feeding off of your energy, taking pleasure from your body beneath him. “Fu~ck I need you” Sae groaned against your ear between moans, your body was taking him so well. You clung to him, your breathing becoming heavier as he moved inside you.

You wanted him so badly in this moment yet you knew you didn’t want to die, your mind couldn’t even comprehend the situation you were in at this point. Pain, lust, fear and desire just mixing into one as your body held onto him. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and pretend this was a nightmare, this was your reality and there was nothing you could do. You had no control over your actions.

“You’re so fucking warm” he grunted, his thrusts getting deeper and more frantic as you cried out his name over and over again, tears streaming down your cheeks from the sensations. “S~Sae” you choked out, your eyebrows furrowed as his tip continuously pressed against your sweet spot, it almost felt as if with every stride more air left your body. You were almost suffocating but he made you feel so good.

The sounds of skin slapping against one another and passionate moans filled the large room, Sae’s body almost seeming to get more powerful as your needy cunt swallowed him in each time he grew faster.

“Sae please, i’m so close” you begged, your foreheads almost resting on one another's while he fucked you, your eyesight slowly fading away with each thrust. “Fuck I wish I could keep you to myself, too bad I gotta let you die” he cursed, not wanting to have to let you go, but as an incubus he had no choice.

“Go one, cum for me, paint this cock white before you go” he grinned, his vulgar tone hooking you in one final time, all that was on your mind was the need to fulfil your sexual appetite. Doing as told you came, your walls constricted around him, milking him dry but also coating his shaft completely.

“That’s it” he hissed, longing out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your final orgasm before sliding out of you. Your vision began to blur and your eyes grew heavy, the realisation that you were fading away hitting you once again.

You just wanted to slip away and forget everything, before you could drift away Sae whispered in your ear, “Can’t let you go without leaving my mark can I?”.

He sunk his fangs into your neck, an odd coolness running through your veins as he did, any energy you had left escaping as you took your final breath. This was it, this was how it would end for you, where did it all go wrong? Would he have left if you hadn’t opened the door? So many unanswered questions but sadly, time was up for you.

“So sweet, just how I like em” Sae laughed, composing himself while taking in the sight of your cold lifeless body laid on the couch. You were nothing more than a vessel to help him regain his power, however he had to admit, you felt different, not many were able to resist an incubus for as long as you could. But no matter the circumstances you had to pay with your life, life didn’t always get to go smoothly for everyone, life isn’t fair.

Just as those thoughts popped into his mind, Sae heard a car pull into the driveway. As he waltzed out of the house a man blocked his way, a confused expression on his face as he spoke, “erm, who are you and what are you doing here? I was told I was babysitting children”.

Glaring daggers at the smaller built man who looked no older than you, Sae rolled his eyes, “I don’t think it matters now anyway, you’re too late”. Stepping to the side and off into the distance Sae muttered, pointing back towards the babysitter, “But I will say, you’d better get ready to explain the scene in there”.

Following the direction of Sae’s point the babysitter shuddered, panic and fear seeping in as he turnt the door handle to see the most horrific scene he had ever seen. Turning back in pure terror, the pink haired guy was already gone into the night.

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looking for attention (l.jn)

It’s finally here!

After many hours of not being able to stop adding and deleting parts of this fic, I decided on a final version! I hope it was thoroughly worth the wait!

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy possessive hard head, substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty, dialogue heavy, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism,

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral male receiving, masturbation, phone sex, masturbation in public, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, spit kink, thigh riding, spanking, slight choking, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, ‘slut’ etc.

Word Count: ~7.95k words

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

any and all feedback is appreciated! Not fully proofread sorry!

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your class materials for your upcoming exam, promising that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, “I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and moved towards his kitchen to grab some water and place your belongings on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving.

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again.

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic.

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.”

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge.

Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever encountered. When you two first met, he was just a baby face with the biggest mop of hair that was always cautious with his actions. He was the most respectful gentleman at the ripe age of 14, showing up to your front doorstep, stumbling over his words to your dad with a grandiose bouquet of roses asking for permission to officially court you. Yes, court you. Your parents loved Jeno; over time he proved his loyalty, respect, and care that he would have towards you. When he joined the company to pursue his dreams of being an idol, there wasn’t a night that he would miss sending you goodnight voice memos filled with words of affirmations or order the very same set of flowers to your doorstep on every month-anniversary. He was a hopeless romantic sweetheart, a cutie with a heart of chivalry.

But of course your parents had no idea to what your relationship was like when you two were alone, from losing your virginity with Jeno after your highschool prom, or him sending you breathy lewd videos of himself in response to photos you would send him in the middle of his busy training days before concerts and comebacks. You and Jeno were always willing to put in the time for one another, that is until as of lately…

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you.

Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always. Long gone were his familiar long black locks that seemed to always fall right over his eyebrows from his childhood days. Jeno’s grown into his face for sure; his hair no longer midnight but reminiscent of it, that deep midnight blue with buzzed sides, cheeks high and chin angular. But no matter how much he’s changed, that precious eye smile will forever remain.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly as you watch him stride closer. It has been a while since you two have been able to have a whole day to yourselves. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

Rolling your eyes, you open your laptop back up and move on to the next video. An excruciatingly long hour and half passed by and the droning, monotone voice of your professor proved to make you both tired and relentlessly bored. How can someone talk about phlebotomy so passionately for hours on end? Jeno’s cheers of wins and screeches of losses the whole time as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s stale voice deemed studying here was harder than you thought. Detangling your limbs from the chair, you walked towards his voice and heavy clacking.

“Nono, you said almost done like two hours ago,” you frowned while at the frame of his door.

He tore his eyes away from the screen finally noticing your sad demeanor, “I’m sorry baby we are almost done with this round, promise.”

You could hear the roar of jester he got from the boys on the other end of his call. A round of kissy sounds were coupled with a few mentions of him going ‘soft’ or ‘whipped’. “shut up guys, you guys are just jealous you’re single.”

You rolled your eyes and walked towards him, “you told me you would make time for me today! How is this quality time Nono?”

“Yeah Nono? If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!” You heard Jaemin from the other end of his headphones.

“Shut up please, you incels!” Jeno muttered while muting his mic, removing his headphones to his neck, and resting his hands on your hips as you stood between his knees, “Baby, I’m so sorry, I swear we are almost done, if you want you can lay on my bed as you go through your flashcards?”

“I don’t want to study by myself anymore! You told me quality time and you would help me study! If I wanted to study alone I would have just stayed home…” you whined with your arms crossed.

“Okay,” Jeno rested his head into your stomach in an attempt to forgive him with his cuteness, “What about you lay on my bed behind me, and I’ll read out the flashcards and you can answer. That way I can help you study and I can finish this game with the boys?”

“I don’t want you to keep playing with the boys though… I want you to pay attention to me! I want your attention,” you said while stomping your foot for emphasis hoping he could hear the neediness in your infliction.

“Jeno! I don’t care how much your ass is in trouble with y/n! Get the fuck back in here I can’t keep covering for you!” Hyuck interjected while everyone else agreed to join in on the insults.

“One more sec!” he said into the mic before muting again, “last offer baby, I said I’m sorry, I’ll help you study and when we finish, then you’ll have my undivided attention.”

After a few seconds of looking into his puppy dog eyes and pouty lip you reluctantly agreed and retreated to the kitchen to gather your flashcards and study questions. Jeno cheered, turning in his chair to slot his headphones back on and situate his mic.

“Yo I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’m here, I’m just going to help y/n study while we finish out this round.”

“Dude you cannot be multitasking right now! We are so close to reaching the end game!” Renjun argued.

“We have never gotten this far, and I’m not wasting another two hours on trying to get here again so you better be focused,” Hyuck scolded.

“I swear I’m paying attention,” he nodded as you handed him the fat stack of decorated index cards. Jeno lightly giggled and smirked at you, “did you really decorate your nursing flashcards with stickers to make them all cutesy?”

“Yes?” you retorted, “and what about it?” as you situated yourself by laying on your back and your legs in the air.

“Because y/n” he turned in his chair to look at you trying not to linger his eyes on your bare legs in the air. He held one particular card up fully decorated, glittered, and written in smooth calligraphy reading, ‘testicular cancer’.

“I associate the decoration with the terms! It’s like a studying technique babe!” you sat up defending yourself.

“How did you associate testicular cancer with hello kitty and ice cream stickers?” he challenged.

Just as you were about to answer, Renjun’s voice filled the room, “Jeno! What did we just say? We almost lost Jaemin because you aren’t paying attention!”

Other voices chastised Jeno pulling him back to his computer pressing a few buttons and clicking profusely.

“Okay sorry again, I healed everyone, are we all good now?” he looked between his screens checking on everyone.

“We would have been better if you weren’t so busy talking about hello kitty and cancer? Which hello? Is not something to joke about!” Hyuck pressed.

“Actually it’s hello kitty, ice cream, and testicular cancer, Hyuck,” you chimed in from behind, “Okay Nono, I’m ready for my first question.”

“Okay…” after a couple more clicks he picked up the first card, “How do you use an Incentive Spirometer?”

“Oh that’s an easy one, first you have the patient sit up straight.”

“Ugh, so boring…can you at least mute yourself for now?” Jaemin sighed on the other end of the line.

Ignoring his remarks you continued, “then you have the patient exhale completely, third have the patient place their lips on the mouthpiece-”

“I know where I’d like to have your lips,” Jeno instinctively responded without thinking with a clear smirk on his lips. A burst of laughter erupted from his friends as well as your boyfriend as you sat there unimpressed.

“Dude you’re so gross,” Renjun muttered.

Meanwhile Hyuck must have been into it as he responded, “I second that.” Whereas Jaemin just laughed with a simple, “haha, I agree.”

“Watch it you two,” Jeno stoically grumbled while continuing to slam his fingers onto the keyboard.

“This is serious stuff guys! I need to pass my NCLEX next week.”

“Then why bother Jeno while he plays! Don't worry y/n we will return your precious Nono after we are done, okay? Just like your little exam is important to you, this is severely important to us,” Hyuck seriously tried to barter while the others chuckled.

“I don’t know how me having the opportunity to save lives is even comparable to your silly little games…”

The boys feigned hurt with a chorus of dramatic gasps.

“This ‘silly little game’ is everything,” Hyuck said.

Jaemin joined in, “we are also saving lives! We are fighting the bad guys!”

“Are you really trying to compare NPCs to real human beings?” you bit back.

“Hey, humans are humans babe,” Jeno chuckled.

“Those aren’t even humans!” You shouted from over his shoulder pointing at the screen.

“Look y/n, Hyuck is indeed…err… otherworldly looking, but alas he is a human,” Renjun innocently said.

“Hey! Just for that I’m not healing you!”

“Baby we didn’t even get through one question,” you turned towards Jeno.

“Babe, maybe if you played games you would understand why we are so into this,” he pried.

“I don’t have time for games when I’m busy studying! Studying to try and get a job by the way! To get a job so we can get married and start a family! Ya know? To provide for us and our future, maybe?” you said while clutching the bottom of your shirt, anger fueling you.

“Woah there.”

“Yooo…”

“Yikes Jeno. Made mama bear mad.”

“Babe, chill out, I’m just joking. But honestly it wouldn’t kill you if you just took a break every now and then. Games are a great stress relief for me, maybe I should get you hooked on a game so you can be occupied while I’m online,” he said matter of factly.

“Again! What part of quality time do you not understand!” you threw your arms up to fall backwards onto his bed.

“Yo! Nice shot Jaem!”

It’s good to know your boyfriend will always be listening to you!!

Frustrated -both literally and sexually- you stomped your way out of the room and back into the kitchen making it a point to slam his door.

“Almost done babe, I swear!”

—

You lightly hummed along to the music playing in your ears as you stood yet again in Jeno’s kitchen, taking the liberty of washing his dishes that have been left in the sink for far too long. The boys have had a heavy and strict schedule everyday so it should be no surprise that he barely has time to take care of himself. He just flew in last week from Japan, doing some promotion for their Japanese comeback. His luggages were still left untouched by the front door, he was probably too tired to even unpack his things. His passport and neck pillow sat on top of the bags and you decided to crack it open and put some of his things away. After pressing the button to turn on the washing machine full of his dirty clothes from the trip, you decide to make some dinner for your hard working boyfriend.

You stirred a pot slowly as you watched a fancam of Jeno’s latest performance. Maybe it was the steam from the soup you were making clouding your judgment, or it was the way Jeno looked way more buff than the last promotion, or was it his new dark blue hair with that sexy line cut into the sides? Whatever it was, it definitely distracted you enough to accidentally slice your finger a bit and unknowingly notice the pot about to boil over next to you. Stringing out a list of profanities and quickly moving to remove the pot and tend to your hand, the video of Jeno continued to play. His body took up the whole frame, as the cameraman decided to do a full head to toe of him as he stood catching his breath and sending a smolder into the lens. Time seemed to still as he licked his lips, and grabbed at his pants with a boyish smile, nonetheless making you and the fans go wild. The camera pans to the crowd, a few banners filled with the Dreamie’s faces, and your boyfriend’s name etched among the sea of green light sticks. He looked so good, the memories of that night filled your mind as you stood watching the screen go black and the timer asking if you wanted the next video or to play again.

–

Jeno called you the moment he got back to his hotel room. He was exhausted and missing you, a very deadly combo. He didn’t even get to make it to the shower, flopping onto the couch facing the window looking out into the night city skyline.

“Hey princess,” he said as he saw your face come into view.

“Oh hey baby!” you giggled out loud, there was loud music playing in the background accompanied by the strobing neon lights. Your cohort friends convinced you to come out after your exam to celebrate. You did try to get out of it, considering Jeno was going to be performing and you wanted to watch it live, but how could you explain the absolute significance to your friends? They would constantly tease you about the ‘boyfriend material’ lock screen you had of Jeno, and the albums you had lined up in your room, deeming you a delusional fan- little did they know…

“Did you watch my performance?” Jeno asked, lifting the phone up higher as if it would make it seem like you’re there with him.

“What did you say?” you screamed over the song in the background, “hold on let me go outside!”

“y/n! Let’s take a shot!” you heard a voice from behind you, one of your good friends Jennie said while haphazardly waving at you to come.

“One sec!” you made your way outside the club and leaned against the side of the building away from the crowds and cars finally getting some peace and privacy. You were very very drunk, probably more than you wanted to be without Jeno there, but you had to admit, it felt like a weight was off your shoulders. You were fucking proud of yourself! First exam of the semester and you did good!

“y/n,” Jeno’s eyes widened as he took in what he was seeing. You too lifted your phone screen higher letting him see your full frame come into view, “Fuck, I love that dress on you so much.”

“I know!” you whined running your hands down your body over the black fitted fabric, “I remembered you liked this one so I wore it tonight. Kinda makes it feel like you’re here too.”

“You look…” Jeno couldn’t even get the words out. His eyes glued to the woman on his screen, looking at him with innocent wide eyes that had big lashes fluttering at him, lips rouged and pouted, and a bountiful set of breasts being teased by your manicured fingers.

“Ugh baby I miss you so much…” you hummed hitting just the right spot over one of your hardened nubs, “can you come back already?”

“Baby I come back in a few days then I have you all to myself. Just you and me,” he whispered, completely entranced as he watched your hands move farther and farther down. He didn’t even notice the way his hands were already unconsciously palming over himself awaiting your next move.

“You know if you were here,” he slurred while looking past the camera and into the distance, “I wouldn’t have to be doing this myself.” Before Jeno could even respond you let out a lusty moan feeling your fingers enter yourself with ease with a leg propped up against the bricked wall.

“Oh my god,” Jeno incredulously whispered, completely bewildered by what he was witnessing. He seemed to finally snap out of it when you looked back to him asking him if he was going to join you. He hurriedly took off his pants and stuffed his shirt into his mouth as he gave in and tugged at himself, “I need this. I need you. So bad. Lemme see you baby, please.”

You took a quick look around, no one was around in this area as the party kept going around the corner at the front of the building. Deeming the coast clear you propped your phone on the ground at an angle for Jeno could see your full silhouette take up the screen. A couple of parked cars were behind you in the alley and you leaned against one, arms supporting your weight as you leaned down letting your dress ride up, exposing your ass completely.

“Fuck baby. Open up more for me,” Jeno threw his head back, sliding his hand faster and faster against himself, “I can see how wet you are, dripping all over your fingers. What if someone were to see you? Bent over a stranger's car, fingering yourself on the phone to your famous boyfriend. Dumb little kitty can’t wait for me to get home huh?”

Jeno’s words egged you on farther, now sliding down the car due to your legs slowly giving out.

“Quiet down slut I can hear you from here, don’t want someone to see my kitten fucking herself outside all alone. Don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” he seethed but you both knew deep down you liked the idea of being so close to being caught.

“Please Nono, I’m so close…” you howled suddenly seeing stars as your orgasm approached. You could hear some voices get louder as they were approaching the corner of the building you were at, about to be caught.

“Y/n!” Jeno screamed releasing himself all over his abdomen, breathing labored as he continued to watch you fuck yourself against the car, “baby no,” he sternly said.

You halted your movements knowing exactly what that meant. You collected yourself and yanked your dress down before hobbling back in your heels to pick up the phone, “what’s wrong my love?” you furrowed your eyes.

“You’re not cumming without me, and you're definitely not cumming outside where everyone gets a free show,” he indignantly said.

“But Nono you got to!”

“I am under a lot of stress right now,” he sighed while releasing the shirt from his mouth allowing it to puddle into the mess on his stomach, “Plus, I’m alone, for your eyes only love,” he cheekily smirked with a wink, “Now get your ass back inside, text me when you get home, stay safe.”

–

That was the last time you and Jeno actually got it on as the kids would say. In hindsight, three days wasn’t that long, but you haven’t had a true Jeno induced orgasm in a couple weeks! A couple weeks! And here he is, finally alone with you insisting to play video games with his bandmates that are with him every other waking hour of the day. The paused image of Jeno during his performance taunting you with that cocky smug smile.

Fuck this, if Jeno wants to play games then…

Let's play.

–

“Dude we are doing so well, I can’t believe it. At this point we should probably start streaming this shit!” you hear Jeno say as you walk back into his room.

“If we make it out, let’s do it all again and stream it!” Hyuck replies. If Jeno knew you were back in the room, he didn’t make any sign of acknowledgement this time.

Let’s change that.

You huff loudly as you dramatically waltz around his room, pretending to look at things carefully as if it was your first time there. Jeno sneaks a look over as you fling the doors of his closet open before stepping inside, fingers dancing over each hanging shirt. You smile as some remind you of memories of dates or performances and even ones you’ve stole borrowed in the past. Finally finding the shirt he wore from the latest performance, you tugged at the end of your shirt and lifted it, your pants following after leaving you in the matching dark green set you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with.

“Bro how can you not see-” Jeno chokes on his own spit as you noticed your movement and was shocked to see your full ass on display.

“Did I not see what?” The boys questioned.

Good he fell for the first trap.

“Uh, I don’t know, sorry.” he shook his head looking back at the screen but still constantly watching you from the side, suddenly interested in your actions. You took the shirt off of the hanger and slowly shimmied it on, it ending just under your cheeks. Jeno swallowed hard as he tried to focus on the game in front of him, as strategy was crucial in this next part.

You turned back into his room and made your way to his dresser eyeing each chain and sets of rings that were neatly lined up by color and finger placement. Turning to look back at Jeno, his eyes met yours questioningly as you simply smiled back while eyeing his frantic hands on his custom built keyboard.

Those fingers. Those veins. Those hands.

You picked a simple silver chain necklace with a cross on it and a layered gold set of chains, as well as 6 various matching rings then made your way to him. Holding up the chains and looking at him, studying what would look best on him now.

Jeno smiled at you, “Nice shirt. What are you doing with my jewelry?”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you mumbled while comparing the two, “just wondering which one would look best while swinging above me later.”

Jeno’s smile dropped along with his jaw as he scrambled to mute the mic before the boys could comment on what they just heard.

“B-Baby, you can’t be doing that right now!”

Ignoring him you hovered the silver one above your leaned back head and swayed it back and forth, “I think I’m going to go with this one.” Before he could respond, you swung a leg over him and onto his lap to secure the silver around his neck. The cross sat heavy on his bare chest, “so pretty.” you cheered while placing a quick peck on his forehead then hopping off- of course not without a cheeky dip of your hips into his crotch making him shudder.

“What do you think you’re playing at, kitten?” he stares finally catching up.

“Just doing what you told me,” you innocently said while sinking to your knees, “just finally getting into some games of my own. Ya know, like you said,” you palmed over his now growing erection, “this way you can keep playing, and so can I.” Jeno sat starstruck for a couple seconds, caught off guard by how much control you’ve taken in the matter of minutes. He was genuinely contemplating on just shutting down his computer and texting the guys that his power went out unexpectedly, but they’d never let him hear the end of it for that. You noticed his inner turmoil, “I said keep playing Nono.”

That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was the screaming profanities from Jaemin that snapped Jeno out of it and tucked you, and his legs, back under his desk and unmuted his mic.

“Jeno I’m getting really tired of you not getting your head in the game right now,” Renjun muttered.

“Oh he’s definitely getting his head in the game,” you whispered before pulling down his underwear and sweatpants then pulling his cock out before you. Jeno let out a sigh from both situations and decided to appease his friends by catching back up and trying to focus.

This proved to be harder than any dance practice because he couldn’t focus on anything. Every time he tried to aim at an enemy you seemed to swallow his cock all the way down till it hit the back of your throat. Every time he tried to close his eyes just for a second and thrust back into your warm mouth, he got hit and took damage. In other words, he couldn’t find it in him to fully enjoy either action he was partaking in.

“Lee. Jeno. What the fuck!” Haechan raged, “Did you seriously just die? Right now? Before the final round? I’m going to kill you myself with my own hands next time I see you!” Jeno couldn’t even seem to care because he was too busy stifling his moans by biting his lip as you twisted your hand over and over, running your tongue over his tip showing him just how much spit and precum could pool in your mouth before it spilled out of your lips as you shoved him back in. How could he even care about this stupid game when you sat before him giving him the best head he’s had? Had you known all along that this is his biggest fantasy yet?

“Jeno! Answer me! What the fuck has you so preoccupied right now?” Hyuck turned his camera on, face coming into view on the screen, “Come on. Come out here and face us, you asshole.” Surely enough a pissed looking Renjun and Jaemin came into the discord call, each in their own respective set up, camera propped from either side or above angles. Jeno couldn’t bring himself to press the camera button, not with him splayed out in his chair with his hands tangled in your hair pushing you further and further.

“Answer them.” you demanded while looking up at him with those devilish eyes. He shook his head, too lost in the pleasure to even respond, only panting.

“Dude is something actually wrong or are you again not paying attention? Did this mean nothing to you?” Renjun questioned next.

“N-No it’s not that,” Jeno barely got out as you massaged his balls tenderly while sucking hard on his tip.

“Is something wrong with you? Have you had any symptoms since we got back from Japan?” Jaemin tried to sympathize lightly, “You sound terrible man. I can hear your breathing. Had to reconnect my set like three times because I couldn’t tell if that was one of you guys or my audio output.”

“Uhm…Fuck…I uh…ahh!” Jeno was experiencing such immense waves of pleasure he didn’t even care if they knew at this point.

“For fucks sake Jen!” Hyuck stood with his hands gripping his desk, “If you’re going to be fucking y/n while on the call with us at least let us watch!” Renjun and Jaemin’s eyes became the size of rockets upon hearing Hyuck’s outburst.

“Wait- Jeno are you…?” Renjun started yet unable to finish his thought.

“Oh my god are you fucking y/n right now Jeno?” Jaemin asked incredulously.

“Of course he is, dummies. Why do you think he kept messing up and breathing all heavy? We’ve shared rooms together you y/n teaser, we know what your moans sound like!” said Hyuck.

“And so what if I am getting blown right now?” Jeno finally breathed out while running a finger down the side of your chin scooping up globs of precum before shoving it back in your mouth, “not like I’d ever let you incels watch my girl anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Jeno was always so possessive over you. Something about never having any constants after becoming an idol except you- type of romantic but kinda terretorial reasoning.

“Why not baby?” you decided to speak up enough to let them hear you now that the cat’s finally out of the bag. You let go of Jeno’s cock with a plop then stood up in front of him, “You know I’ve always had the fantasy of having a third…” you started then sat on his naked lap, “maybe even a fourth…” your lips trailed up his stilled neck before meeting his lips in front of the microphone whispering, “or I don’t know… maybe even a fifth.”

“Guys we don’t need to force them into doing anything Jeno’s not comfortable with,” Renjun awkwardly yet excitedly laughed.

“You know I don’t want to share you.” Jeno adamantly said while staring you down intently, “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Well, in a way you’re not sharing me…”

You could see the options flipping in Jeno’s brain. The idea of his friends lusting over you outwardly- because he already knew they did secretly- would drive him insane. He didn’t like the aforementioned fantasies you’ve had of multiple partners- his bandmates at that- to turn you on. But on the other hand, he couldn’t shake the fact that his dick twitched at the thought of him staking his claim on you primitively in front of the very men that yearned over you. As he thought it over more, it turned him on immensely at the scenario of showing off just how trained and fixated you were for him and only ever will be, him. And you were right, he wouldn’t necessarily be sharing you, he would merely be reminding his fellow 00 liners just how much you really were his. That no matter how much you thought of this very scene, it would be him making you reach the point of ecstasy.

“He won’t do it guys, he’s too much of a-” Hyuck started but was cut off by the sudden press of a button and a small chime that signaled Jeno’s camera being turned on.

“Holy…”

“Shit.”

There you sat, perched on Jeno’s naked thigh, riding with your head thrown back, hair swaying without a care in the world, with Jeno’s hand firmly pulling your ass forward and backward, as he leaned all the way back in his gaming chair, other hand resting on your thighs.

“Faster.” Jeno commanded while staring at the video output with eagle eyes.

“Yes Jeno,” you moaned loudly, moving your hands to hold onto his shoulder for support.

“Honestly Jen I thought of this fantasy about a thousand times-” Hyuck muttered while palming himself, eyes not leaving the sight of your clit furiously hitting Jeno’s leg.

“Baby, I don’t want to hear them if we’re going to be doing this. Louder. Now.” Jeno commanded, to which you obliged immediately. Stings of nothingness flowing out of your mouth like maple syrup. “Make them want it baby, I know you can sing so well for me, let us hear you.” Jeno stared into the camera and placed the headset on you, adjusting the mic so it would pick up even the faintest of whimpers and clicked around on his screen to adjust the audio to his speakers.

“Holy…I can hear her pussy,” Jaemin wondered aloud.

“C-can we see how wet you are? Please” Renjun quietly asked with flushed cheeks.

“Of course!” You happily bounded about to grab the camera, but Jeno stopped your actions with a simple raise of a hand, taking the very same and reaching between you both to shove three fingers inside you making you arch your back into a fold upon entering and became mewling at the newfound pleasure that the curl and pounding his fingers did to you. Right as you were about to see stars he pulled his fingers out and held them close to the camera for the others to see. Your slick is thick and aromatic, the whole room began to smell the very same, and he spread his fingers to show the sheer amount of wetness Jeno can cause.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but not sorry in advance,” and soon enough Hyuck stood up to remove his shorts and free his cock, looking down once to spit on it to help aid his hand in the fucking its about to receive.

“Me too,” Renjun fumbled, knocking down his water bottle that was on the table and quickly removing his shirt and pants. His hands frantically searched for his lotion and you giggled taking a look back and see him run around his room before pumping three squirts into his hand and not even bothering to walk back to the screen just stand there and throw his head back in ecstasy.

Jaemin on the other hand sat very lackadaisical in his chair simply smirking and biting his lip. His arms sat crossed over his abdomen with deep uninterrupted attention as if he himself was in the room sitting behind you, a predator stalking its prey.

“Not doing it for you Jaem? Thought you’re into this stuff?” Jeno mused.

“I’m more of a sit back and watch, play later type of guy, don’t worry, I’m enjoying where this is going.”

“Suit yourself Jae,” you sighed dreamily. You turned to look at your boyfriend who looked a lot more comfortable than you would have initially thought, “baby can you please fuck me now?”

“I don’t know about that kitten,” he tutted, “haven’t been very much of a good pet for me lately.” Jeno picked you up to turn you towards the camera to face the reflective image of yourself next to the fucked out faces of your friends. He pulled you backwards by the neck holding you in place as he played with your pussy in front of them, completely splayed out on top of him, your legs over his, feet hooked under his calves. Jeno took two fingers into his mouth taking his time savoring the unique and beautiful taste of you on his tongue.

You always imagined in this scenario you’d be focused on watching the others, the thought of multiple men gathered in hunger over your body, ready to worship every inch of you just for the chance to be picked worthy to feel you. But you kept forgetting the rest of the dreamies were even there, enamored with the way that time after time Jeno will prove to you that he, and only him, knows your body inside and out. He knows what makes you twitch in pleasure and what will make you cry in the best pain.

His fingers grazed your breasts, tugging and pinching at each nipple with equal attention. Palms gliding over your curves as he relishes in the moment as it's been weeks and months of yearning he’s felt while apart. Your aching core begs for attention and you attempt to squeeze your legs together to hopefully gain some type of friction but Jeno denies by smacking your thighs each time as a reminder of who is in charge of making you both reach the brink of euphoria tonight.

“Don’t be a brat in front of our guests,” he muttered while nibbling on your ear, “I taught you better than that.”

“Yes sir.”

“Of course you have a sir kink y/n,” Renjun smiles lazily. He found his way to his bed, reclined himself against the headboard watching from a distance, “we all called it.”

“Only for my Nono,” you smiled as you leaned up and kissed him for the first time. He let you feast over him, he knew you had to get it out messily. After he humored you his tongue fought back with dominance stunning you in the moment. He takes the chance to sneak his fingers into you, sliding them in and out while his other hand rapidly circling over, stimulating your clit. The pleasure began to build and you chanted his name over and over, hand finding their way behind yourself into his hair to over your breasts, you didn’t really know you just had to grab onto something as you reach your first orgasm.

“You like that? You like being a slut? You like parading yourself around here all stuck up but all you really want is a cock to shut you up huh? That’s right my little cock slut huh?” A symphony of moans were echoing all around the room. Jeno in your ear, your screams not forming coherent words, the rest of the boys agreeing in Jeno’s degradation, affirming how much of slut you are over the speakers.

“Answer him slut.” Hyuck ordered, “Tell all of us how much you want to get railed. Tell him how you want to be stuffed to the brim.”

“I-I do! I want it all! I admit it! I want all of you, any of you, I just need to be filled please!” Tears shot out of your eyes and Jeno lifted you and slammed your frame onto his cock.

“Too much! You’re too big Nono!” Your body was on fire, and although you were on top, Jeno was indeed in control as his hips powerfully snapped up to meet yours to the point you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. He rose to his feet, easily holding you up, and his ring cladded hands gripped firmly into your fleshy sides. Your toes grazed the floor, as you held your upper weight on the desk, breasts heavy and hands clammy. Jeno pounded into you from behind, a hand coming down every so often to land red splotches on your right butt cheek then rubbing it to soothe the pain. You thanked him each time his hand collided with your skin, thanking him for the immense pleasure that was well worth the wait.

“How many more do you guys think she deserves?” Jeno finally addresses his friends who were rubbing their cocks raw at the live action porn in front of them- including Jaemin who has now joined in.

“At least ten.”

“She’s been pretty good, Jeno maybe just five more.”

“Nah, our cock slut here made us lose our game after hours of hard work!” Jaemin grunted while stroking his erection slowly but with a tight fist, “If it were up to me, I’d say twenty.”

“Heard that baby?” Jeno says while pounding into you mercilessly and moves the hair out of your face, “Twenty more it is.” Jeno is ruthless on his punishment, especially with the boys egging him on, chiming in to spank you harder or to start over when you forget to count a number aloud. By the time you hit an official twenty, you orgasmed again. He ignores your cries for a break and continues to demolish your body in any way he pleases, he knows your body well, he knows when you’re at your threshold.

“My bad love,” Jeno slows, pulling out momentarily, “I forgot you wanted to see this chain swing back and forth, let me fix that.” He pulls you again like a limp ragdoll, high off your previous orgasms and onto his bed. You have a moment to breathe as he walks back to the computer to detach his camera and slowly film his way up your body. He zooms into the sight of your creamed pussy, rubbed red raw at the hour of abuse it just endured, drowning in attention and slick. Your breasts are riddled with a palette of reds, blues, and purples, forming a jagged letter ‘J’ in between the valley, once again making a show of marking his territory.

“Princess, think you can handle one more?” Jeno asked while raising the camera to have your tear stained face come into view.

“Anything for you sir.”

Jeno takes no time to thrust back in, bottoming out before rutting back in with long, hard, deep strokes. You’re body is on overdrive now, not used to the constant orgasms due to the lack of action you’ve not been receiving. Leaving you not able to form words only sounds and muttering each of the boys’ names. Jeno continued to ram into you with force and vigor, asking questions of, “who owns this pussy?” and “Who makes you feel like this?” “Are you ever going to mess with me while I play again baby?”

“Jeno…can’t… hold longer,”

“A little more baby,”

“Ah shit!” Hyuck finally screams as he paints his abdomen white with cum dripping down.

“Just like that baby!” Renjun also hollers while watching his cum shoot upwards, his body limply breathing on his bed, completely spent.

“You can do it y/n,” Jaemin encourages with half lidded eyes.

“Come on baby, you’re going to make four grown men fall to their knees cumming, I need you there too baby,” Jeno whispers, his thrusts sloppier and the fastest yet, chasing his high. He’s so out of it he starts rambling, “Such a good kitten for me. Always wants my cock no matter what. I’m going knot you baby. Going to cum in this little pussy so hard that you’re going to get nice and round with my babies soon. You’d like that wouldn’t you kitten? I don’t know why you needed to sneak attack me baby all you had to do was ask I would give it to you any time you know this…”

You cut Jeno off with one line that sets him off, “All I’ll ever want is your attention, Nono.” And like that he lets out a deep moan and with a final thrust you feel him cum inside you, and not long after you join him with another string of chants of his name thanking him. Not letting any of him slip out of you, he tosses the camera to the side. Hyuck and Renjun dozing off from their post nut, and Jaemin still lazily stroking himself.

You shoot Jaemin a sideways glance and like he knew, he just says, “like I said, I like to watch. Thanks for the show you two, it will definitely keep me occupied for a couple more hours.” he suggested with a wink.

“Again, like Jaemin said earlier,” Hyuck clears his throat, “If this is quality time with y/n invite us over next time!”

Jeno shushes them all before clicking the end call button and turning himself back to you, “Now baby, I want some of that attention,” before pulling you into bed with him.

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And that’s it! Lmk of any and all feedback, I’m super open to it! If you want to be apart of any tag lists for future updates (may have a part 2 in mind for this whaaaat???) of this fic or any others message me to be added!

I blame Zoo Jeno- yall know which one i’m talking about ! the one that made everyone more feral than usual, the eboy look, dark blue hair with the cut sides and ugh too much for my brain rot tbh. Also the driving force to complete this piece was really Key’s song with Jeno- Villain. It reminded me of Zoo Jeno and I just had to complete my eboy/gamer/idolverse brainrot of Jeno.

till next time,

<3 eva

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Not So Happy Birthday

summary: y/n’s birthday was going perfectly, until it wasn’t. but nothing ever goes wrong normally in y/n’s life. it always has to end up in flames. or rather… in cells.

warnings: getting drunk, unwanted physical touch by a stranger, lots of swearing, vomiting, crying, getting arrested, arguing, punching

word count: 2.5k

a/n ya’ll wanted a sissy and trevor fight! go big or go home, right?

SERIES MASTERLIST

part two

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For your twenty-first birthday, you decided to be casual and cliche and go out to a club with all your friends. If it wasn’t summer, you would have invited some of the wags, but at least you managed to steal Petey!

“Well doesn’t my girlfriend look hot,” Trevor smirked as he slid his hands around your waist from behind and kissed your neck.

“Trev! I’m putting on mascara!” you laughed.

“You can pause to give me a kiss!”

You playfully rolled your eyes and turned to give Trevor a kiss so that you could shew him out to finish getting ready.

You were probably over doing it and felt like things were taking too long, and your thoughts were confirmed by your best friend knocking on the bathroom door frame. You turned around to see Quinn leaning against it with his arms crossed.

“I was voted to come tell you to “hurry the fuck up” and everyone else didn’t know how to politely say it,” Quinn smirked. “They figured I’m the only one that can get away with saying that.”

“I would never yell at Cole!” you feigned offense. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at you. “I would, however, take longer out of spite and I would never spite you.”

“Exactly,” Quinn nodded. “Now come here so I can fix your under eyes.”

The rest of the guys cheered when Quinn led you down the stairs and you played along and took a bow.

The drive there was chaotic at best, but that was standard practice for the clusterfuck that is your friend group. You were in Trevor’s car with Jamie, Quinn, and Petey. Jack’s car had him, Luke, Alex, and Cole.

Trevor seemed a little on edge, which was frankly pissing you off and everybody else in the car knew it. You were hoping that getting a few shots in him at the beginning of the night would loosen him up. But until then, you were just going to have to fake it until you make it by singing along (screaming along) to Taylor Swift.

Trevor eased up a little once we all got into a groove at the club, but he still wasn’t acting like his normal self. He was acting possessive over you; which you’d be enjoying if he wasn’t so angry about it.

“Alright, what is your problem?” you snapped at your boyfriend.

“I don’t have a problem,” he said moodily.

“Right,” you scoffed. “Because that was soooo convincing! If you’re going to be a grouch on my birthday, then I’m going to go dance with Jamie until you get your shit together.”

You didn’t let Trevor protest, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. He let you leave him alone and go off to your group of friends and stole Jamie away from the girl he was talking to.

“Y/N, I love you so much, but why did you just take me from a beautiful girl?” Jamie asked as he lifted his arm up so you could twirl under him.

“Because Trevor’s in a mood! He was bumming me out. Look at him! He looks so angry over there!”

Jamie took one look at his best friend and unfortunately agreed with you. Trevor looked like he could kill a man in the blink of an eye. Jamie sighed, “I’ll go handle it.”

Jamie left you, and before you could slip away to find another one of your friends, you were grabbed by the waist and pulled in close. You laughed and expected it to be Jack (who does that from time to time), but it turned out to be a stranger.

“What are you doing all by yourself, gorgeous?” the man whispered in your ear.

“I’m not,” you muttered as you tried to pull away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

The man was letting go, and the second he did, you heard the sound of a fist colliding with the guy’s face. You gasped and whipped your head around to find Trevor panting and dark eyed.

You were so blind with rage that you didn’t have any time to process what exactly went down, but all you know is that you and Trevor are now outside of the club and you can’t get ahold of anybody.

“Fuck, Trevor!” you yelled and banged your fists against the door. “What is your problem?!”

“That guy was all over you! So excuse me for defending my girl!” Trevor yelled.

You snapped your head around to look at your boyfriend with fumes coming out of your ears, “He let go of me immediately! But you’ve been acting like a dick all night, and then you got us kicked out of the club on my god damn birthday! And I can’t get ahold of anybody!”

Trevor was spewing on about something in response, but you couldn’t hear anything from the sudden intense wave of nausea that just overcame you. You might’ve drunk a little too much in an attempt to drown out your boyfriend. You turned around and immediately threw up all over yourself and the wall. You crouched down and leaned your head against the brick wall, taking deep breaths to compose yourself.

“Did you listen to anything I just said?” Trevor asked you frustrated.

“I just threw up, you asshole, what do you think?” you panted. You stood up to face him, “Is all you care about yourself today? You just want to be this big macho man that protects the damsel in distress?! I’m not a god damn damsel, Zegras!”

“I never said you were!” Trevor shouted. “You’ve been all over every guy in sight!

Then came the police sirens. Apparently, you two have moved your argument into the street and caused a giant scene. And now you two were publicly intoxicated.

You two didn’t even argue at your arrest and got into the back of the cop car calmly. You two sat as close to opposite windows as possible in the uncomfortable hard seats and didn’t mutter a single syllable.

You didn’t know how you were gonna get ahold of anybody for your one phone call. When you got thrown out, you couldn’t get a single one of your friends to answer. It was your birthday, and you were happy that everyone was having fun and going off in pairs and coming back to meet everyone else off and on, and that was great! Until Trevor.

“We’re both calling Quinn,” you stated monotone after every protocol was handled and you two were given a phone call.

“K.”

You glared at Trevor as you dialed at his answer, and he did nothing but glare back. The police got some water and food in the two of you to sober up a bit before allowing you to make a call.

“Hello?” Quinn answered in a panic.

“Hey, Quinny, it’s me,” you said, suddenly feeling really disappointed in yourself and scared of how Quinn was going to react. “Trevor and I got… uh… arrested and we need you to come to the police station.”

Quinn was silent for a long time before responding with, “We’re on our way.”

You hung up the phone and told Trevor to not bother with his phone call. They stuck you both in the same holding cell, and luckily no one else was there.

“Tell me what you were saying when I was throw up,” you told Trevor as you sat down on a bench-like thing.

“What good will that do?” he sighed and sat on the floor across from you.

“We aren’t done fighting and need to get everything out before we explode.”

“Fine. I said I was mad all night because you’re so okay with accepting all an any attention from any male in sight. You bask in it. You dressed hot tonight, and don’t get me wrong I absolutely love it, but the second we walked into the club i could feel all the eyes on you and I knew you were going to enjoy it.”

And there was that rage again.

“I’m sorry, what? You think I dressed like this for the male gaze?!” You stood up to tower over him, and Trevor was quick to get up, too. “No, I dressed for me. Because I felt good in this outfit. And don’t act like I go out of my way for attention! It’s not my fault! Every woman gets unwanted attention, and sometimes I’m just having fun with it! Because you do the same fucking thing, Trevor! You seek it, you thrive in it!”

“I have to act like that, Y/N!” Trevor shouted. “I’m being nice to fans! And yeah, it’s nice to have those interactions of them loving me, but that’s not the case for you! God, you have the biggest victim complex I’ve ever seen! I’m sorry you have trauma and daddy issues, but it’s no excuse to do the things that you do!”

You gasped and tears began to well up in your eyes. Trevor’s eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth. He knew that he just crossed a line.

“Fuck, Y/N, I didn’t mean that! I am so sorry–”

“Stop talking,” you cut him off.

“Y/N I–”

“I said stop fucking talking, Zegras!” you snapped.

Trevor walked to the bars of the cell and leaned his head against them while you sat back down and tried not to sob. Quinn marched in seconds later, and he was fuming. He heard everything.

“Quinn!” Trevor panicked. His body language was tense, and he immediately knew that Quinn caught what he said at the end of his rant.

“She said to stop fucking talking, and I highly suggest that you listen,” Quinn said, venom laced in his tone. A cop came over to unlock the cell and told you that you both were free to go.

“I’ll pay you back for all of it, Quinn, thank you,” Trevor rushed out.

“No. You’ll be paying me back for your bail. I’m paying for Y/N’s. You’ll also be paying for the hotel that you’ll be staying at tonight because you won’t be stepping into the house until she says it’s okay. You’re damn lucky Jamie had your keys, otherwise you’d be getting yourself an Uber to pick up your car.”

Trevor decided to be smart and kept quiet, only offering a nod to let Quinn know he heard him loud and clear. Quinn wrapped his arm protectively around you and led you out of the police station while Trevor awkwardly walked a safe distance behind. Jack and Jamie were standing outside of the station on a bench waiting for the three of you to walk out and immediately stood up concerned when they saw how you walked out. Jack came up to you and Quinn, and Jamie went to Trevor.

“How bad did you just fuck up?” you heard Jamie whisper.

“Monumentally,” Trevor whispered back. “I’m dropping you all off at the house then getting a hotel.”

Jamie sucked in a breath at that, “I’d say that’s a lot more than monumentally.”

Back to where you were, Quinn caught Jack and took you both to the side to talk without Trevor or Jamie hearing so you could give the two of them a quick run down as to what happened before going into heavy detail at home.

“Luke and I will talk to him at the hotel,” Jack said. “Sissy needs you, and frankly you might kill him.”

“Good call,” Quinn said.

The drive was tense. Jack drove so Quinn could sit in the back with you, and everyone else remained silent as you gently cried into Quinn’s chest to try to not make more of a scene. Once both cars arrived, Quinn told you to go to his room while he briefly spoke to Trevor.

“Don’t take back your permission,” you caught his hand. Quinn sighed and pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head, “wasn’t planning on it.”

Alex met you by the door when you walked in and wrapped you in a hug. This was all that it took for you to let out the wracked sobs that you were holding in the entire car ride. Alex held you tighter and rubbed your back as soon as the tears started to fall.

“Tell me something good about him,” you squeaked.

“He loves you more than you know,” Alex whispered into your hair. “We couldn’t let him drive because he was crying so much.”

Alex held you in the foyer while everyone else stayed silent in the living room and kitchen. Quinn and Jack came in and Alex released his hold to pass you onto Quinn.

“Lukey!” Jack called out. “Let’s go.”

Instead of going to Quinn’s room like he wanted, you decided it would be best if you told everybody at once what happened. Various expressions were made as you recalled every single aspect of the last few hours in detail. Jamie was just about ready to kill his best friend, Alex and Cole came over next to you and each placed a comforting hand on you, and Petey stepped up as a caregiver and brought you some ice water to help you calm down.

“I can’t believe him,” Jamie scoffed. “He told me he fucked up, but that was a whole new level of fucking up.”

“He crossed so many lines,” Cole agreed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well…” you took a deep breath, “I probably did, too. I don’t even remember some of the other awful things I said before I sobered up.”

“He had no right,” Petey piped up.

You nodded and brought your knees close to your chest and leaned more into Quinn, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want him in this house right now, Sissy,” Quinn said.

“I know; I don’t want him either. I just don’t want to go to bed angry. We’ve never done that in our four plus years of dating, and I don’t want to start now.”

“He said the same thing in the car,” Cole admitted.

“He was a real mess,” Jamie admitted. “He couldn’t tell us what happened. He could barely get a word out.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as more tears slipped out. You knew what you had to do– what you wanted to do.

“Cole, can you come sit with me while I call him upstairs?” you asked quietly.

“You don’t want me?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I love you, Quinny, but sometimes best friend number two is better suited for a job,” you slightly smiled at him.

“You got me there,” Quinn breathed out a laugh.

He let go of his hold on you as you accepted Cole’s hand to walk up the stairs with you. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept your hand in his as you picked up your phone to call your boyfriend. Trevor picked up his phone immediately, “Hello?!”

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I cannot believe–”

“I’m sorry, too,” you cut him off. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed angry.”

“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Me either.”

“I love you,” you breathed. You squeezed Cole’s hand in fear that he might not say it back.

“I love you, too,” he finally answered.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

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