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yourfatherlucifer · 14 days

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Our Aurora : Chapter 1

Ot8!Ateez x afab/female!reader

Summary: Attending university with your eight boyfriends wasn’t easy, neither was sharing a mansion with them.

Warnings: MDNI, this mini series includes tons of smut, slight violence, protective ateez, poly relationship, established relationship, mentions of mxm, choking, other smut themes.

WC: 2K

AU: University

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Nets: @newworldnet

Taglist: (open)

Note: GUESS WHOS BACK BITCHES!!!!! Btw please reblog 🤭

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The greatest benefit of being rich and going to a very prestigious university meant owning your own mansion with your eight boyfriends. That was a lot of lovers but you didn’t mind and neither did they. Of course, there was always someone who’d called you a whore for having so many men to yourself. You would ignore them because you knew your boyfriends loved you, they took care of your every need.

Each man was different, Hongjoong is an art major. Seonghwa is a mathematics major, he’s the nerd of the school. Yunho is an English major, he wants to be a teacher. Yeosang is a cheerleader for the football team. San is a quarterback for the football team. Mingi is a music major but is part of the basketball team. Wooyoung is a dance major. Jongho is part of the soccer team on a scholarship.

One time, Jongho punched one of his teammates in the face for flirting with you in the middle of practice. You had just come from supporting San at his practice, wearing his letter jacket and one of the boys favorite skirts. You had looked so cute cheering on Jongho, he was always so happy to see you there. Though his face had turned sour when he saw his captain walking up to you, a pervy grin on his face.

Oh this infuriated Jongho. Everyone knew at this school that you were taken, yes the relationship was polyamorous but you guys weren’t welcoming anyone else into the relationship. You were happy with just the nine of you.

So to see this vile man reach out to touch you brought pure anger to him. Jongho had charged him, tackling him to the dirt ground. Jongho had broken the man's nose, his knuckles were bleeding. You had to jump the fence to stop your lover. He was nearly kicked off the team until you paid off the school to keep quiet about it. Which he wasn’t very happy about but he got to keep his scholarship so he couldn’t complain. But you rewarded his protective behavior with a blowjob when the two of you got home. Safe to say he got over what you did.

After that, you’d spend time alone in the university’s art room, alone with Hongjoong. You’d sit in his lap while he painted. This was his practice for his future designer line. He wanted his own fashion line but decided on being an art major to help with his goal. His free hand would dance along the inside of your skirt, around the plush of your thighs while his paint brush stroked the canvas in front of him. You’d have to work so hard not to squirm in his lap, else you wanted to be punished for screwing up his artwork. Today was no different.

“Beautiful, you really need to stop moving. You’re gonna mess me up.” He tutted, “You don’t want that, now do you?”

You lightly whined, trying to get off his lap only for him to pull you back down.

Hongjoong didn’t like that you tried to leave him, “You already want to leave me? I thought it was my day?”

“It is your day, Joongie, but, I..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence.

“What is it? Why can’t you stay?”

To answer his question, you dug your ass into his pelvis, “Because, Joongie, I can feel your cock against me.”

Hongjoong set down his paintbrush with a groan, “I really wish you didn’t notice.”

He pushed his wet canvas to the side and bent you over the table, flipping up your skirt, “You’ll let me fuck this pretty cunt, won’t you?”

His words made you quiver, legs threatening to give out beneath you, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? You want me to fuck you so hard that I’ll have to get one of the boys to come pick you up? Cause your brain can only think of my cock?” Hongjoong’s decorated fingers pushed the soaked panties to the side. Your cunt glistening in the light. Just for him.

The moment you felt his lips to your cunt, you let out a loud cry. This man ate out cunt like it was his last meal. He was one of the few of your boyfriends who would even do such a thing.

Your fingers dug into the edge of the table as Hongjoong’s tongue slithered inside of your dripping hole.

Your body lurched forward with his movements. His hands gripped your thighs to let you know he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon. Two of his digits pushed inside alongside his tongue, pushing and prodding against your walls. He had to free one of his hands to massage his bulge, the growing discomfort in his shorts.

Once his cock was freed from its confines, he moaned a sigh of relief. His lips peeled away from your cunt, just to rub his cockhead against your folds, “Baby, you’re so soaked, and it's all for me.”

Ah yes, Hongjoong was very cocky, he knew your cunt belonged to your other boyfriends as well.

As he slowly pushed in, your mouth fell open and your eyes widened, still not used to him, “Ah, Joongie, careful. Stretching me so much.”

Hongjoong dipped his fingers in his paint palette and marked your ass cheeks with color. The cold liquid gave shivers down your spine. The red and yellow contrasted beautifully in his eyes, he couldn’t wait for the day for you to let him paint your body like a canvas. His perverted mind thought it would be a great idea to paint your breasts someday.

He watched as his cock pushed into your cunt, the squelching could be heard quite greatly.

Your body laid limp on the table, Hongjoong’s cum flowing out of your cunt, “Well, as much as I wanna go for round two, you’re all spent. I’ll call Yunho to pick you up.”

When your tallest boyfriend arrived, he chuckled at the sight of your exhausted body, “Again, Hongjoong? How rough did you go this time?”

As he stepped closer he could see the paint streaks along your body, your eyes were barely staying open, “Yuyu?” You could hardly call out.

“Hi, my sunshine, I’m here to take you home.” Yunho fixed your clothes and lifted your body onto his back, “Mingi is gonna take good care of you because I can’t. I have students I still need to tutor.”

You whined at his words, “But..want you to be home, all of you to be home.”

He couldn’t help but frown as he walked the two of you out the door, “I know, sunshine, but you know how busy we are. Seonghwa and Mingi are at home. You know the rest have their sports practice, I’m not sure if Wooyoung is home or not, but if he is, you know he’ll cook you a nice meal.” He could feel your ruined panties against his back, he’d have to tell Mingi to change you.

Yunho gently sat you in the passenger seat, reaching in the back to grab a blanket, covering your shaking legs, “Oh, sunshine, he really put you through it.” He chuckled to himself.

“Yunho?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Shut up.”

Yunho looked offended before he went around the car to get in the passenger seat, “You know, as rich as you are, you seem to love to be spoiled only by your eight boyfriends.”

“Yeah well, the money doesn’t matter to me, all that matters is I have you guys. It would be very lonely in that mansion without you boys.” You sighed, fiddling with your fingers.

As the car rumbled to life, Yunho reached over the console to grip your blanket covered leg, “Sunshine, don’t worry, we won’t be going anywhere. We wouldn’t dream of it. You’re stuck with us and us with you.”

Yunho honked the horn a couple times and a very rough looking Mingi wobbled out of the front door. He must’ve been sleeping. His white hair was a mess, his black rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. His shirt was wrinkled and his basketball shorts hung low on his waist. He wore his cute little flip flops too. You did spoil them with designer clothes but sometimes they liked to dress normal, and so did you.

His face brightened up when he saw you in the front seat. He was like an excited puppy as he opened the passenger seat, “Hi Yunho, hello my princess.” Mingi’s plush lips pressed against yours as he leaned into the car, his huge hand practically swallowed your cheek.

Yunho leaned over the console and smacked Mingi’s shoulder, “Come on, lover boy, take her inside and do what I told you, I gotta get back to lessons. I cannot be late.”

“Be nice, Yuyu, he’s just excited to see me.” You unbuckled your seat belt and tossed the blanket in the back. You tried to step out of the car but your wobbly legs nearly gave out on you, luckily Mingi caught you.

“Goodbye Yunho.” You both waved your goodbyes as he drove away.

He carried you inside, already dismissing your butler and cleaning servants earlier. He knew he was about to make you scream in the bathroom, of course he had to be careful, knowing you just had the daylight fucked out of you by one your shared older boyfriends.

He took you up the giant staircase, took a left and brought you into the main bathroom. The massive tub sat in the middle, it was a square marble tub. The inner lining itself was white and had jets hooked in.

After he sat you on the side of the tub, he slowly pulled off your shoes, your socks. His cheeks reddened when he saw the state of your underwear but continued on, removing your clothes.

“Just sit here and look pretty, I’m gonna let the bath run.” He leaned over to turn the hot water on, “Did you need anything else?”

“Do you mind staying with me, Mingi? I’m really sore and don’t want to be alone..I’ll let you clean me?”

Mingi grinned at that, anything for his princess, “Of course I can.” He threw his wrinkled tank top to the side, his glasses falling to the ground but he didn’t care. He was stripped within seconds, proudly standing bare before you.

You slowly sunk yourself into the water and Mingi sat behind you, his chest pressed against your back, “The warm water feel good, princess?”

You let out a moan in contentment, the water already doing wonders on your sore cunt, “Yes, Mingi, it’s amazing, thank you, big boy.”

Minutes after just relaxing in the water, the tall man’s hand slinked around your shoulder to wrap around your throat, “it’s okay, princess.”

You let out a whimper as you could feel his hardening cock from behind.

“I won’t fuck you with my cock because I know you’re hurting, but you can handle my fingers, right?” His husky voice reverberated in your ear. If it wasn’t for the water, you just knew you’d be wet right now.

“Mingi, please, don’t tease me and just touch me.” Your ass pressed against his cock and his grip on your neck tightened in response.

“I’ll touch you but you just can’t move, got it?”

You couldn’t even get out a word before his fingers went for your cunt, still stretched out from Hongjoong.

Your lips curled inward and your head fell back to his chest, “Mingi!” His fingers were already doing wonders.

His heavy breathing was so hard to focus on as his eyes were glued to the way your cunt sucked in his fingers.

Mingi’s fingers were so long they could easily touch your cervix, “I can feel Hongjoong’s cum inside of you, princess, seems like you need a good cleaning, yeah?”

You whined, “He’s your boyfriend just as much as he is mine, ah Mingi!”

His fingers squeezed your throat, “Doesn’t mean I can’t get jealous, this cunt is heavenly.”

His teeth latched onto your shoulder as he quickened his pace, the water was splashing everywhere. His fingers never slowed down. You could feel his calloused fingertips touching your walls. Those guitar playing fingers.

“Come on, princess, cum for me, cleanse that delicious cunt for me.” He let out a growl.

With your cunt still overstimulated, your orgasm came quick and flooded around his fingers.

He pulled out his fingers with a smile, watching as the water washed the cum from his fingers, “Oh, princess, seems you came a lot..” Mingi kissed along the crevice of your neck while you whined in exhaustion.

“Mingi, please, need..bed.” You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Sure, princess, let’s go get some rest in.”

#newworldnet #ateez x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #san x reader #x reader #choi san x reader #seonghwa smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #Jongho smut #Yeosang smut #Yunho smut

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blooming-violets · 17 days

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Nicest Thing Peter x Reader for 11. In joy? I really like that fic. I reblogged it on my old account. I feel like thats an underrated fic of yours (maybe bc it came out in 2022? Idk). Would love to see what happened to them!

It's still one my favs because it is just so...me?? Like if I had to chose anything that represented my personality perfectly, it would be Nicest Thing. Just a depressed, sad bitch who loves angst and Peter Parker and enjoys Kate Nash. I feel like I need another Kate Nash song for this "sequel" fic. I'll base it off her song Trash because these two are trash for each other.

You can read this as a separate, on its own Peter x Reader thing if you'd like or you can read it as a future piece to Nicest Thing.

Warnings: Smoking a joint and getting stoned

If porn bots can over take all the tags then I better not get flagged for these gifs.

Peter looked at her through blazed out, squinting eyes. A haze of smoke filled their bathroom as they passed the joint back and forth between them. They were seated in the unfilled tub, fully clothed, and facing each other. She had made him take the spot next to the faucet under the claims that sitting over the drain made her feel “icky” like she might get sucked in. He didn’t mind. Even if their leaky faucet kept dripping cold water over his shoulder.

“Do you remember the Rugrats episode when Tommy and Chuckie are afraid of getting sucked down the bathtub drain because Angelica tells them a story of some other baby who died that way?” He asked, handing her off the joint.

She placed it between her lips and he watched with a slow blinking, admiration for her. He loved her. She had been with him through everything. He owed his entire life to her. Without her in his life, he would no longer be here. She was everything important in the world.

She smiled, remembering, and let out the most beautiful laugh. She always got extra giggly when they smoked. It was one of his favorite sounds.

“Don’t they fill the drain with play-doh and shit? It’s a weird reddish, pink color. Why do I remember that specific color so much?” She replied, mystified.

Peter chuckled, “Because old school Rugrats was filled with some crazy ass imagery. It sticks in your mind.”

“Yeah but I remember thinking that I specifically wanted to eat that color...like maybe it would taste nice…like the imaginary food from Hook.” She passed it back to him, letting the smoke exhale in a little, circular puffs from between her lips.

“Do you want to get into a pretend food fight with me and see if anything appears?” He grinned.

Her red rimmed eyes squinted back at him as she laughed, “With the way these munchies have been hitting me the past few minutes, I think it might actually happen. I could imagine food hard enough to make it show up.”

His mind started to wander as a hungry smile spread across his face, imagining all the food he could eat, and he spoke with a dreamy whisper, “Pizza bagels.”

“What?”

“Let’s make pizza bagels. ‘M hungry. Starvin’. Gonna die if I don’t get some food in me.”

Her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, “Pizza bagels. Yes, you’re a genius!”

“I know,” he giggled, it bubbled out of him without any self control. It wasn’t the weed that did it. It was her. He felt free when he was with her. He flicked out the joint against the ashtray balancing on the edge of the tub. “I really am. Smartest man alive, probably.”

She snorted, “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far. Get your ego in check, Parker, before I have to slap some sense back into you.”

He beamed at her, his love consumed him, feeling it outshine every other emotion rattling around inside of him. She was beautiful. Stunning. Picture perfect. He wanted to hang her up on his wall like an expensive piece of art so he could admire every day of his life.

Her shoulders shrunk up to her ears under the intensity of his gaze.

“Stop that,” she whispered. “Don’t look at me with those eyes or I’ll kick you. I’ve got a perfect aim for your crotch in this position.”

Peter shook his head, “Nope, sorry, I refuse. I can’t help it. You look…perfect. The nicest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You’re stoned.”

“Yes. Doesn’t change the fact that your lips look very enticing.” He winked at her and tried to scoot forward to get a taste.

Her socked foot landed against his chest, pushing him back in place, “I thought we were making pizza bagels, not kissing. Weren’t you just starving a minute ago?”

“Starving for you, maybe.”

“Peter!” She let out a loud laugh, keeping him at bay with her outstretched leg.

He was so in love. Completely enamored. Whipped. Head over heels. Trash for her. Whatever he wanted to call it. He belonged to her so wholly. His bleeding heart was in her hand for the rest of his life. He would follow her to the ends of the earth and back again.

“If you don’t let me kiss you right this very second, I am going to turn this shower on.” His hand reached over his shoulder to grip onto the shower knob with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

She gave a sharp inhale, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His eyebrows raised, taking on that challenge, “Oh really?”

She knew she fucked up the second before the shower burst to life. From his position in the tub, it shot over his head to spray directly into her face. She shrieked and fell back, sliding down the sloped edge of the tub until she was nearly on her back.

It was all the opportunity he needed to pounce. He leapt on top of her to the sound of her laughter and blocked the shower stream from her face with his back. His arms wrapped protectively around her head as he laid over her. Water pooled around them, warming their bodies, and soaking through their clothes.

They didn’t feel it.

All he could feel was the devoted love burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be.

She giggled up at him, blinking water droplets from her eyes, and whispered, “You’re an ass.”

He laughed in response and crashed his lips over hers, mumbling against them, “You love me.”

She sighed in content. Her arms snaked around his neck to draw him closer, melting happily into his kiss.

“I do.”

#i will take every opportunity to stick this man in a tub or shower #andrew garfield #tasm #tasm x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter #tasm peter x reader #tasm fic #tasm peter fic #tasm peter parker fic

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Tis I, 💜

I think my request got eaten maybe? But I just wanted to request the 2012 turtles with an adoptive human!older sister reader, who is very good at being a sister to each of the brothers unique needs. Example :

Skateboarding /being silly with Mikey (but not so much the others, baby brother privilege lmao)

Sparring /rough housing with Raph

Serious training / meditation with Leo

And actually helping Donnie or listening to him when he goes on his rants? Instead of making fun of him she gives him encouragement ?

And of coarse a cute lil bit with splinter wouldn’t upset me :) but whatever you can do with this! I don’t wanna ask too much. Hope you are doing well, love ya 💜

OMG hi Purple! Haven't heard from you in forever friend! Love the prompt, this is gonna be great!

2012 BOYS WITH A BIG SIS READER

When Splinter took you in, he was still a new father, the boys were still just tots and you were only around 4.

He'd found you lost and alone in the sewers, how you had even gotten there, he had no clue, but after discovering a note in your coat pocket asking for someone to care for you, he decided he would.

He raised alongside the boys, and there was never an issue.

You got along well with each of them and all four looked up to you as much as they did to him.

Splinter trained you in ninja arts, and you were patroling by fifteen.

By around that time, the boys had started their training, and Splinter often had you help him teach the boys.

You were Ane-chan to the boys, (Older sister, if it's wrong feel free to tell me.), And you always made sure to spend time with all of them growing up.

You'd make sure Donnie slept, and sit with him while he worked, and he appreciated how much you cared.

You'd let Raph vent to you, and you would rough house around alot, obviously he's a bit stronger than you naturally, so even if you won, it was usually sporting a few new bruises. He would always feel bad about it, but don't worry Red, Ane-chan can handle a few bruises.

You meditated often with Leo, and always listened when he info dumped about Space Heros. He always went to you if he struggled in training since he knew you'd do your best to actually help him.

You reserved all that pent up silly for Mikey, prank wars, staying up late with video games and moutain dew.

Honestly, I thinked you would have a moment like Po, where you find out you're adopted, and your just like,

"WHAT?"

Then you're talking to April and Casey about it like, "So, I just found my dad isn't really my dad."

Casey: "Your dad... the rat?"

*Nod*

Casey: "Are you-"

April: "That must have been quite difficult."

Moving back abit, when the Foot and Kraang start borderline harrassing the boys,

You're just about go kick Shredder's ass yourself,

Ain't nobody gonna mess with your Kyoudai. (Little brothers).

Obviously Splinter tells you to cool it,

But after that you go with the boys everywhere you can.

You never take away Leo's role as the leader but rather offer yourself up as the voice of reason and peace among the team.

You do your best to make sure arguments are settled in a healthy way,

While also trying to keep those idiots from getting themselves killed.

The first time you faced Shredder he was like, "Wtf how the hell did Yoshi aquire you? And why?"

You almost succeded in kicking his ass,

Emphasis on almost,

You got your fucking leg fractured.

You had to stay in a hospital up top for a while.

Ahem-

Obviously it would have been hard for Splinter to send you to school,

So growing up he just homeschooled you to the best of his ability, and you actually homeschooled the boys.

So when April and Casey show up, April let's you know it's possible to get a highschool diploma online.

You're all like, "Hell yeah, let's do this."

But then, ya know,

Highschool.

Splinter taught you how to cook, and you were the designated chef of the household, (Even if it was just algea)

Eventually, you taugh Mikey, so now you guys share the kitchen.

Now about that wholesome moment with Splinter,

I have a little drabble thought.

So, imagine you're around 13, and your job is to watch the boys and make sure they don't hurt themselves or anything.

For some more context the boys are around 9.

So, anyway,

Splinter is out, and you're babysitting.

The boys are wrestling, which isn't too unusual, they do that alot ya know?

But, someone's foot lands were it shouldn't, and now Donnie's wrist is swelling and all four of them are crying.

You panic, you pick up Donnie and bring him to the kitchen and put some ice in his wrist.

After that, you move back to the living room, and do your best to calm evryone down.

Now, Splinter knew he could hear anything happening for quite a distance, so when he hears crying and your panicked voice, he instantly made his way home.

He ran in, expecting the worst, and was relieved to find no one was mortaly injured.

After you told him what happened, he calmed you and the boys, and after checking Donnie's wrist, he put the boys to bed.

The entire time, you sat on the couch, waiting for Splinter to come and scold you. You felt guilty and ashamed.

After all, Donnie got hurt on your watch.

It was your fault.

Splinter sat next to you, and you curled into yourself with tears running down your face, "Is Donnie gonna be ok?" you sniffled.

Splinter put a gentle hand on your shoulder, "He'll be fine, my dear."

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, "I'm sorry, Father. I- I messed up, and then Donnie got hurt and I didn't know what do to-"

"Hey, hey. It was not your fault. Accidents happen. What is important is to learn how to prevent the same accident from happening again."

"B-but-"

"Ah, ah. No buts. It was not your fault. Now go tell your brothers goodnight. And then we can read stories." You nodded, smiling softly as Splinter pulled you in for a hug.

You wiped your eyes and entered the boys' shared room.

Mikey shot up from his bed, "(Name)!"

You shushed him, tucking him back in, and giving him a kiss on the forhead, "Quiet down, Angelo. It's bedtime."

He huffed, and you moved around the room, making sure each of your brother was tuckes in nice and warm.

As you moved to leave, there was a soft chorus of, "Goodnight, Ane-Chan."

You turned and smiled, "Goodnight little brothers."

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Whoops, got a little carried away with this one lol!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #leonardo x reader #donnie x reader #raphael x reader #mikey x reader #platonic x reader #tmnt x reader platonic #older sibling reader #sister reader #master splinter x child reader

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misseviehyde · 11 months

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THE APPRENTICE

Once the most popular girl at school - Lana Green fussed around her leader Becky Jones, the head cheerleader and new super bitch, and helped her blonde girlfriend get ready to go out.

"Fucking hurry up," sneered Becky as she adjusted her clothing and admired her long blonde hair. "You're such a useless fucking bitch sometimes Lana."

Lana grit her teeth as she helped zip up Becky's top and she finished helping her with her makeup. Once she had been the one who was the centre of attention - but since Becky had put on the magic wrist band - she had to accept she was just a beta bitch now.

Lana's lips twisted into a wicked smile. Still - it was better to serve in Hell as they said. She had made kind, gentle, Rebecca into the evil spoiled Becky and she liked it. She'd rather serve a hot bitch like Becky than be the victim of the nerds she once bullied.

How Rebecca had found the magic wrist band, Lana had no idea. She'd bullied and humiliated the little loser nerd for years - then one day Rebecca had turned up at her house and started making wishes.

"You've teased and bullied me and my friends long enough. I wish you were a nerd like us Lana. Welcome to your new life."

The wish had quickly kicked in, transforming Lana and altering reality to make it so she had always been a nerd.

And Lana hated being a nerd. Her beautiful hair had become a short bob cut - her designer clothes had changed to tie-dye t-shirts and dungarees and she'd become a bottle-top glasses wearing loser.

Even worse, she'd become a lesbian... and now her biggest crush was Rebecca. Her behaviour now modified by the wish, Lana found she liked board-games, school and art. She couldn't stop simping for Rebecca.

But part of her remained evil and mean - a desperate part of her wanting to reclaim her power... and Rebecca was the key.

As she now had a massive crush on her former victim, it wasn't hard to make herself the submissive slut she needed to be to stoke Rebecca's ego. She knew that Rebecca liked how desperate Lana was to please her.

"You're so fucking hot," groaned Lana as she urgently made out with Rebecca in her bedroom. "You're just the best. I'd do anything to make you happy."

Rebecca moaned, enjoying the feeling of Lana's fingers inside her as her former bully pleasured her body with worship in her eyes. It felt good to lord it over her bully.

"Please Rebecca... make me do what you want. Make me your slut."

"Hmmm okay. Eat my pussy then slut, make me cum."

Lana had obediently obeyed... submissively pleasuring Rebecca till the nerd squirted all over her face.

From that moment forward Rebecca had kept Lana close and the two began to spend more and more time together.

Lana had then begun to influence Rebecca more. Her only hope of ever getting back her spoiled life was to corrupt Rebecca into an evil mean bitch. It would mean forever serving Rebecca, but Lana was willing to pay that price.

She stoked Rebecca's ego, spread lies about her friends and subtly encouraged her to use more and more selfish wishes to get what she wanted.

Rebecca began to change. She was was becoming more self-centred and mean. Lana loved to see it.

Then she intensified her efforts.

"Remember when I was the bully and you were the nerd," smiled Lana one day. "Wouldn't you like to role-play that situation in reverse? Why don't you pretend to be a hot mean girl and I'll be your victim?"

Rebecca wasn't sure at first, but after bullying and humiliating Lana - she seemed to get off on it and was soon cumming harder than she ever had before. "Oh fuck, being a bully does feel kinda hot."

"Why don't you try it for real? Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be pretty, blonde and hot? Why don't you make a wish? You could always change back later?"

"I guess it can't hurt. Hmm.. I wish I was pretty, blonde and popular."

Rebecca moaned as her nerdy body transformed. Long blonde hair fell to her ass as she became bitchy and hot. Painted nails shot out as her body toned and tanned and dazzling white teeth curved into a smile. "Mmmmmh this feels fucking good. Get over here nerd. Eat my bullying pussy."

Lana had been eager to obey.

Being a bully was addictive and Rebecca hadn't turned back. Lana had agreed to teach her how to be an Alpha and had eagerly gone to work helping to make Rebecca a bad person.

Using wish after wish, Becky had soon been fully born. Lana had watched in delight as the new mean Queen began bullying her former friends and hanging out with the popular girls.

"Fuck yes, I love being a bad girl. Teach me more you fucking subby lesbo bitch," laughed Becky as she made Lana kiss and suck her toes one day.

"You know Goddess," humbly grovelled Lana. "I could be even more use to you if you turned me back into a mean girl. Let me be in your clique and I can advise you all the time."

"Very well. I wish Lana was popular again - though not as popular as me of course."

Lana had moaned in pleasure as she'd turned back into her old self and become hot again. Her plan had worked. She was back - although now still with a lesbian crush on Becky and from now on she would be the beta bitch.

Still - as she finished helping Becky get dressed - she had to admit. This was a lot better than being stuck as a nerd, even if Becky was a total bitch.

And maybe one day... she'd find a way to get that magic wristband for herself...

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #wish

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bespectacledbun · 9 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a little lovemail for Emma ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

because I went on a little rant on discord recently about how capable she is and how much she’s overlooked by the fandom. too often I see comments saying she’s weak, or incompetent, or a glorified therapist for the princes when she’s not; Emma is honestly incredibly intelligent, but I feel people always forget to consider that she’s a) a commoner b) a woman c) in a medieval fantasy setting, and hold her to modern standards, which is... a little unfair

so I wanted to give her a little love too 💌

she knows three languages, two of which are entirely self taught—court french (Chevalier’s route) and japanese (Rio’s route)

she doesn’t stop there, though; she proceeds to learn even more languages after getting her happily ever after. in Luke’s post-route stories she knows at least 4 languages, and in Chevalier’s post-route stories she knows more than 5 languages and is actively learning more

while I’m on the topic, LITERACY. I think people often forget that “education for all” was not a thing until the 18th century, and before then only merchants and nobility got proper educations. Emma holding a clerical job as a commoner IS an admirable quality for her social status and the time period ikepri is set in

she’s a great entrepreneur. she opens a book-lending business (Chevalier’s route), as well as her own bookstore and a school (both in Clavis’s route)

not only does she pick up on court etiquette and skills (music, dance, diplomacy, politics) in less than a month, she’s also able to learn ministerial duties and absolutely kicks ass at it (Sariel’s route)

she knows how to play not only to her own strengths and weaknesses, but also to that of others around her. she’s able to broker bargains with many of the suitors (Chevalier, Nokto, Silvio, Sariel) across routes to get the information and/or help that she needs

another thing I see often is because she doesn’t say “no” to the princes and that somehow makes her weak, or easier to push around—there’s a world of power difference between her and the suitors. emma being able to hold her ground against the princes as she does, while navigating an entirely new battlefield of court politics and high society, is an excellent testament to her mental fortitude and character

she’s a skilled horseback rider (all routes) and swimmer (Jin’s events) way before she comes to the castle, and she eventually learns martial arts for self defense from Licht (Licht’s events)

she taught herself first aid and nursing, and is proficient enough to become a battle medic in many of the routes (Chevalier, Licht, Yves). emma also goes on to properly learn medicine to become a licensed doctor (Keith’s route)

“Belle” isn’t just a role that Emma plays for a month; it’s a political position with a LOT of power. there is a reason why she observes the princes so closely, there’s a reason why she hides it and why she doesn’t let her feelings for the princes determine whether they are fit to rule or not. she can change Rhodolite’s governmental administration entirely, whether it’s directly, by naming a particular king, and thus a particular set of policies that will affect the entire kingdom— or indirectly, by influencing their views on how to rule. her first priority will always, ALWAYS be protecting her home and her people, regardless of who she’s in a relationship with; Emma is a kingmaker, not arm candy.

there’s probably more that I can’t remember off the top of my head but my point is—– Emma isn’t just a pretty face and a kind voice to the princes. the reason the suitors fall in love with her isn’t because she’s the therapist who “fixes” them, it’s because she’s intelligent, brave, and a really hard worker. she stands by her convictions and morals no matter who she’s against and is determined to achieve her goals regardless of what stands in her way

is emma a little idealistic about her job and wanting a fairy tale romance? yes. does she try to solve her problems through nonviolence instead of action? also yes. but it doesn’t make her any less of a person or diminish her skills and worth because she’s not ambitious or assertive enough. she’s content with her life and her relationships, but she still strives to improve herself and help the people around her, and I think that makes her both a great character and a great woman

#random ramblings #ikepri emma #emma de villenueve #sorry I always get a little mad when I see ppl complain that she doesn't stand up for herself and act the way a 21st century woman would #because it diminishes a LOT of her strength and intellect and makes it feel like you have to be loud and aggressive to be strong #particularly as a woman in a medieval fantasy setting. it's like measuring a fish by its ability to climb a tree #I will defend her until my dying breath idc emma is incredibly accomplished for a woman of her status in the setting she's currently in #you play a game that’s explicitly a medieval fantasy setting and then act shocked and surprised she acts like a medieval woman??#the tags a much angrier than theyre supposed to be all of this is is semiserious lmao #but also stop slandering my daughter she's way more capable that ppl give her credit or acknowledgement for

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If your requests are open, you can write something Smut (if you're comfortable with that) and fluff where Fanboy has a secret relationship with Hangman's sister, maybe Jake finding out all about it in the end

first of all, thank you sm for this request. I was looking for a project to test myself and see if I could write Smut, so I really went all in on this one.

Call Out My Name

Pairings - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia X fem!Reader (ft. a very angry brother! Jake Sersin)

Premise - Mickey returns safe and sound from his latest mission, and the only thing he wants is you. But fate has a different plan, and a surprise awaits.

TW: Mentions of abuse, homicide, and sexual assault

Warnings: SMUT +18 (minors DNI), p in v, mentions of self-pleasure, some swear words.

A/N - This is my first time writing porn with a plot (I apologize for not holding back because it's MICKEY FREAKING GARCIA?!?!?!?)

Plus we all believe and concur in the idea that Jakey Jake would go absolute feral over the idea of the reader dating Mickey so I wrote that too XD\

Set in the same AU as The Wedding Bet Date (prequel Hannix fic)

The reader is of age, maybe 22-23, and an art student in Washington DC. And given the fact that Mickey graduated early at Top Gun, he might be 27-28 here.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you ❤

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Washington DC

The knock on your door was unexpected.

It was a Monday morning and you had to take a leave from school. You hadn't had a day off in a long time. This is because you have been called in on weekends to finish your latest project. So you walk up to the main door confused as to who this might be, and when you opened it, your knees almost gave out.

It was him. It was actually him.

Mickey stood on the doorstep of your apartment with a grin plastered on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers.

You stood there for a minute to comprehend what you were seeing. Then, you launched yourself at him, holding onto him for dear life as he held your waist tightly.

It has been months without him. He had been called to a mission in the middle of the Pacific and had to leave on short notice. The last night with him, you held him and silently cried as he brushed your hair with his fingers, whispering promises of coming back to you.

And now he was in your arms, he was real. He kept his promise.

“I miss you like hell Hermosa.”

“I missed you more,” you reply.

Meeting Mickey was pure coincidence. You met him one night at the Hard Deck while visiting Jake some six months ago. You were there looking for trouble and he was there alone to have a drink. You talked for a while and one hour later he was fucking you in his car.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned out to be the most beautiful relationship you have ever been in.

He was kind and funny, and he loved fiercely. Considering your brother was none other than Jake Sersin, you knew there were risks to dating someone in his field.

You knew he was your brother’s colleague, and Mickey knew how Jake might react once he discovers you two. However, you were ready to risk it all, for Mickey Garcia made your heart flutter like no one else, and you were in for it.

And then he grabbed your hips, a growl leaving his mouth, “and you have no idea how I missed this ass.”

You were actually surprised at just how much that turned you on. You dragged him inside and slammed the door, and he was already kicking his boots off. His lips were on yours in an instant, your hands fumbling on his shirt to get it off. He placed the bouquet on a table near your door. He quickly grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and dragged it upwards. You raised your hands to let him undress you.

You were now standing in the middle of your living room in your bra and shorts, as he worked on removing his shirt.

His toned abs were on full display, his dog tags swaying on his chest. You missed the way they felt under your hands. Mickey was all over you, his lips leaving marks on your neck. He sucked the soft skin as he walked you towards the couch. Your legs hit the armrest and you both fall on it, him on top of you. He started kissing your breasts, his lips latching onto your nipple, your arm draped around his shoulders your nails digging in his back as he continued to kiss your body.

“That picture did no justice to you, mi amor” he whispered against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Before he left, you had given him a polaroid of yours wearing his favorite set of lingerie lying on the bed that he had kept in a safe place in his dorms, taking it to the shower every day.

His hand shifted south, finding your waistband in an instant and pulling it down. You sigh loudly as the cold air hits the wetness pooling between your legs.

Mickey’s mind was fogged with lust, touching you, kissing you, and looking at his favorite girl lying underneath him. He really wanted to have his sweet time with you, to kiss every inch of your body to make up for the time lost. However, right now he wanted nothing more than to be inside you.

The whine that you let out right now? It made his heart race.

That may have stroked his ego because when you tried closing your legs, you saw his bulge. Mickey held your knees and spread them apart as he clicked his tongue. He looked you right in the eyes as he shed his boxers, sitting fully naked in front of you.

“You touched yourself, darling? When I was away?” he asked as he leaned back on his knees, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Yes. Every night Mickey. But it wasn’t like you, nothing like you.” you breathed out, your heart racing as your eyes traveled towards his boxers.

You could never, will never get used to seeing him like this.

His built frame, the dip of his waist, the dark lines of his arms. He always reminded you of the sculptures of Greek gods and heroes you studied at college. He leaned forward, placing both his hands next to your head. He hovered over you as you held it with both hands, bringing it closer to kiss it. He gripped your neck and rubbed his cock between your folds. You let out a moan at the sensation. Having lined up at your entrance, you pull him closer by his dog tags, and he fell on top of you, entering you at once. Both of you let out lewd moans as he filled you up.

And then he stops.

“me estas matando mi amor” he grunts as he starts to move slowly, but as you locked your legs around his waist, his pace quickened. Your foreheads touched, and the coil in your stomach grew. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails digging into his skin.

“Oh, baby, I'm… I’m close,” you say, your breath shaking as you lock your legs on his waist. Your hands grabbed his biceps.

“Not like this.” He growls and grabs your hips tightly, flipping you on your front and spanking your ass. When you look back at him, he looks right into your eyes. He brings your hips closer to his crotch, then thrusts into you, hitting just the right spot which made you see stars.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, and the thought that your neighbors could hear you does not even enter your mind. "F-fuck, fuck... yes!" you moan loudly.

“Take it, baby, that’s it, let go, I got you,” he says between thrusts, throwing his head back at the pleasure he was receiving through you.

You hide your face in your arms as you come hard. The full force of your orgasm made your legs shake and an almost pornographic moan ripped from your throat.

But Mickey wasn’t done. His grip on you tightened and he grunted with each thrust, his speed decreasing, and you felt warm liquid fill your insides as he came.

Panting, his chest hits your back, and you caress his hair reaching behind you. It has grown, not much but it was longer than the time he left.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Mickey."

You stayed like that for a while, your breathing returning to normal. He pulls out of you and leaves a kiss on your shoulder, and gets up to walk toward the washroom. You fall on the couch. It has been two months since you had sex and you were already feeling the sleepy exhaustion that comes after, spreading through your whole body.

You hear shuffling as you look at Mickey coming towards you. He was wearing black boxers and a t-shirt. He gives you a shy smile and hands you a hoodie.

That was another thing about Mickey. He could bend you over a table while fucking you raw one minute, and the next he would blush like a teenager if you even touched his hand accidentally. He loved you too much, and you did too.

You wear the sweatshirt, not caring about your previous clothes lying on the floor. He sits next to you on the couch and places his arm on the back. You snuggle into him, resting your head on his chest as he leans back, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair.

“You alright? Are you hurt? If I did, I'm-”

You stop him before he could say anything. “Lieutenant Mickey Garcia, If I could point to one person who would never ever hurt me, knowingly or unknowingly, that would be you.” you caress his face, looking at him with love and adoration, “You could never hurt me, okay?”

He gives you a genuine smile, the one that makes you feel warm and giddy like he was your first love.

Which he might be because Mickey has ruined every other man for you. You giggle and leave a sloppy kiss on his lips, and he tightens his hold on you as he kisses you back.

That is when you hear the door open.

It all happens in milliseconds.

Your mind races through the thought; did you lock the door? as soon as you hear the noise?

You both turn towards it.

You watch as Jake, your beloved brother, walks through the door.

You widen your eyes in surprise as you stare at him.

He then looks around your apartment, at the splayed-out clothes on the floor, at the bouquet on the nearby stand, and finally at Mickey.

Then Jake throws his bag on the floor and runs towards him, eyes blazing with fury.

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You first met Jake Sersin when you were introduced to him as your older brother after being adopted by his parents. You admit being scared of him at the beginning. He was a 16-year-old tall, blonde, high school football player, and you were 6, ten years younger and suddenly thrown into a new environment.

One day he found you crying in your room sitting on the floor. He sits next to you and softly asks you why you're crying, and you respond by hugging him and crying on his shoulder. You tell him how you were scared that your father would come for you and kill you just like he did to your mother. He assured you that it would never happen and that he would always be there to protect you.

That day he swore he would never let you cry ever again.

You have been inseparable since.

So it was only believable when you saw the rage that was brewing in his eyes as he stared down at Mickey in your living room. You were kind of impressed with your ability to stop Jake before he could even reach the living room, running towards him and holding his shoulders. He did not fight you but kept staring at Mickey ominously.

You made him sit on a chair, and Mickey stood in front of him. Standing between the two of them after haphazardly cleaning up your discarded clothes, you crossed your arms. This was partly for fear of witnessing a fight between your brother and your boyfriend, and partly because you didn't know which side to choose.

The truth was that you were never intending to have a secret relationship. You never got the time and opportunity to do so. You had talked about telling your brother and Mickey’s friends before Mikey left. You would make them sit and break the news calmly to avoid the situation you were currently in.

Jake keeps looking at him as if he was wishing for him to drop dead right at that moment.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Six months,” you answer honestly, not wanting to lie to him.

Jake's deduction is precise, "Around the time when you visited me at Miramar?"

“Yeah,” Mickey responds.

“So you’ve been messing around with my sister for half of the year, all while I thought you were my friend?”

Jake just looks at you with his brow furrowed, almost in disbelief, “Have some faith in me, sissy, we’re still co-workers.” he points to Mickey and himself.

You almost rolled your eyes at the comment, “Jake, I am an adult fully capable of making my own decisions. Mickey and I are not ‘messing around'. We are in a committed relationship.”

“Is this true?" he looks at Mickey.

“Yes, Jake. I did not know she was your sister until we started dating. We were about to tell you-”

“When? Before I could catch you making out in Y/N’s apartment.”

“Jake!” you almost give him a piece of your mind until Jake says, “Y/N, leave us alone. I want to talk to him.”

“Why? So you could beat him up after locking me in my room?” you ask him.

After hearing your childhood nickname from him, you barge into your room slamming the door, but not before muttering under your breath, "That didn't stop you from getting your ass handed by Rooster."

“I heard that!” he says in your general direction.

As he stands up from his seat, Jake finally takes a look at Mickey. He did not cower when he was about to hit him, blinded by the thought that he had done something unthinkable to his baby sister. He stepped forward, looking at him in the eyes in a relaxed stance, but avoiding his eyes.

Given the current situation, he recalled an interaction with him just weeks ago, that made him look at this situation in a very different light.

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Two weeks ago; Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean

It was a grueling day at training. The mission was due in a week and everyone involved was exhausted. But that did not stop Jake and his mates from catching up in the common room, after all, it was a Friday evening.

So there he was, sitting there sipping coffee with Mickey and Reuben. His mates from the uranium mission. They laughed after thinking about the absurdity of dogfight football that Maverick made them play, and how if you actually think about the rules, the game did not make any sense.

“Anyways, I'm heading out. I really miss my tough old mattress." With that, Reuben gets up and leaves the room, leaving Mickey and Jake alone.

“How’s Natasha?” Mickey asked him in an almost teasing manner, sipping the last of his coffee.

The question made him smile. He and Natasha were finally in a relationship after what happened at Maverick’s wedding. She was currently stationed in Arizona, and he missed her even though they spent like four weeks together. It felt like a lifetime since he met her.

“Yeah, I do actually. She’s… she’s amazing,” he replies, ducking his head with a bashful grin on his face.

“She’s good. She’s doing well,” he says, with a smile on his face

“You got someone waiting back?” he asks, partly to continue the conversation and partly out of curiosity.

Holy shit, she got him blushing? He thought.

“Good lord Fanboy, you’re in love.” He laughed, looking at how his eyes sparkled just thinking about the girl.

Having understood the context now, he realized Mickey's face that day was not shocked, but concerned. Concerned that Jake will make the connection.

A smile spread across his face. "Can't wait to meet her man! She's the one I want to spend my life with. Hold her hand, and watch her smile. It's been so long since I last saw her.”

“She's a civilian?”

“Yep, she’s in art school, about to graduate”

“Really! Where? My sister’s in art school, they might be in the same place.”

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“She’s in California.” He had replied.

“Ah, My sister’s in DC, haven’t seen her in a while. I'll probably drop by this time," he says, getting up and waving goodbye to him as he goes to his room.

“The girl you told me about, that’s Y/N, right? Or do you have another one in California?” Jake asks, tucking his hands in his pockets.

Mickey stands straight, looking him directly in the eyes, "No Jake. It's Y/N. Every time I take off, I pray to God to bring me back to her. I love her Jake. And I'll do so until my last breath,” he says without hesitation.

Jake’s eyes shoot up at this.

He knew Mickey was a good guy. He knew that he would never hurt you or anyone else in the way he was thinking. He could see how much respect and love he has for you in his eyes. And he had witnessed how he talks about you behind your back.

Mickey and you were in love, and as much as he would hate to admit it, he was kind of glad that his sister was with someone like him. Someone who was ready to face him for you.

“Okay then. You have my blessing,” he says, smiling at him.

"But," he says, "You're gonna talk to mom and dad about this. And keep it PG in public, especially in front of me. Or I will knock your teeth out.” his elder brother's instincts kicked in at the moment.

He hears a sudden burst of sound coming from behind him, and he turns to see you running out of your room. He laughed at the fact you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

You run up to Mickey and grab his hand. He responds by holding your hand between both of his palms.

Jake watched you both subconsciously fit together, relaxing your bodies, stealing glances at each other when the other was distracted. It was obvious that you would be happy with him, after all, he makes you smile like no one else.

“Yeah, Jakey, whatever,” you say, smacking his arm. You knew that behind his tough man persona, he was an emotional sod. So, you walk toward the kitchen. “Now that my boyfriend’s safe, who wants some food? Because I am starving!”

“I do,” says Jake, grinning at you.

“I’ll help” Mickey replies, following you to your open kitchen that was basically a shelf in the corner of your living room.

College kids struggle, right?

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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