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billvsgirl · 6 months

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the songbird : part one

summary ; reader is a beloved, headstrong singer at a saloon in new mexico. billy is just looking for somewhere to play some poker. it’s a match made in heaven.

warnings ; some heavy insinuation (only above the cut) but aside from that, none yet 👀 i dont know if you can classify this as a slow burn but it is for me because my writing stamina is weak as hell 😇 also i might have accidentally mary sue’d reader but thats my issue

also not beta read (im lazy)

author’s note ; HIII to anyone who’s reading this, i’m sorry in advance, this is my first time writing in a very long while so forgive me. if you have any comments or suggestions please let me know 🙏 i thank @goosita and @billysgun for inspiring me to write for billy (y’all always eat thank you for supplying me with the best billy fics) pls let me know if y’all wanna see more of this series and i’m open to requests !!! okay thats all tyty

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billy pulled the door closed behind himself ever so carefully, making sure not to alert anyone else who might still be awake in the boarding house.

he turned towards the room to look at you; waiting infront of him expectantly- yet still a bit nervous, akin to a tense game of cards. it was his move now.

you leaned into his touch as he brought a hand up to caress your cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. “my beautiful girl,” he spoke softly, quirking the corners of his lips up into a smile.

“are you sure you’re alright with this, darlin’? we don’t have to.”

but oh, how you so desperately wanted to. because it was him, because it was billy.

he had wandered into your life by chance; a raggedy stray appearing in a saloon on a friday night, just looking to make some cash off of a game of poker.

you were there, too, hidden behind a humble stage curtain. you dusted some lint off of your dress and cleared your throat before donning your guitar and revealing yourself to the bar patrons with a confident, nearly sanguine smile.

“why hello there, everyone! d’ya miss me?”

and you had the instant attention of the majority of the tired souls in the saloon, ears and eyes becoming alert. if there weren’t smiles, there were whistles, cheers, claps- and other things inbetween.

there was no argument amongst the patrons that you were special. you held a strong and awfully charismatic persona when you were up on that stage, performing each weekend. when you had first started singing publicly, give or take a year or so ago, it took time for the people there to pay mind to you- but there was only so much they could do before your cadence, your charm, drew them in. and now, the townsfolk always looked forward to your appearances.

“oh please, don’t flatter me! it’ll all go to my head. how’s ‘bout we get to some songs instead, boys?”

a bit of soft laughter could be heard, dispersed throughout the room, before some more scattered claps- and a low chatter returned within the building while you propped yourself onto the stool at the center of the platform.

“learned this one from my father- i hope y’all enjoy it, an’ feel free to sing along if ya’ know it too.”

you began to strum, and the noise in the room lowered at your command. if anyone wasn’t paying attention before, they were now.

“O bury me not,”

and the raggedy stray finally looked up from his hand of cards, sapphire blue eyes taking in your beauty for the first time.

“on the lone prarie.”

your voice was amber honey flowing over a silver spoon, it was devistatingly sweet on the tongue, and all the more addicting. even the most haughty cowboys couldn’t help but lend an ear to you.

“these words came low, and mournfully

from the pallid lips of the youth who lay

on his dying bed at the close of day.”

of course, it didn’t hurt the fact that you were pretty. anyone would agree. but the men there stopped bothering you with crude requests and comments a long time ago- you’d established that it wouldn’t be tolerated, that you weren’t some woman of the night who’d play into the egos of these dogs who assumed they were above everyone else. and what were they to do?

nevertheless, you were alluring. you had a voice that charmed snakes and tempted songbirds to whistle along. so, eventually, they left you be. and that was the way it was.

“he had wasted and pined ‘til o’er his brow,

death’s shades were slowly gathering now

he thought of home and loved ones nigh

as the cowboys gathered to see him die.”

some of the patrons softly sang along to that folk song, including the one that sat a bit further from the stage, who had laid his cards aside later than the others.

he wasn’t fully aware of the small smile etched across face, but he was aware of the way your dress draped gracefully over your legs, the way your hair flowed freely upon your head, the way your eyelashes batted against your skin each time you blinked, the way your hands held your guitar.

he was well aware that he had not seen a lady like you before.

and well after you finished your set, and you had taken time to sit down at the bar and thank the bartender for your drink, he found it in himself to approach you.

and if you were a bit apprehensive, he took mind of that, and kept a small distance whilst lowering his hat from his head.

“hello, ma’am, how are you doin’ tonight?”

you couldn’t help but soften your hardened expression just a bit at the sight of him; eyes that bore right into your heart and pleaded innocence, even though you had heard the chatter throughout the bar that night;

that he had accumulated bounties, that he was a force not to be reckoned with,

that he was ‘dangerous.’

“quite alright, thank ya’, can i help you, cowboy?”

you were curious, but you weren’t downright stupid. you’d certainly dealt with worse, and the demeanor of this man begged that he had no distasteful intentions, but there was further convincing to be done for your guard to come down.

“i just wanted to say- you’ve got a real beautiful voice. it was a nice treat after the day i’ve had, ma’am.”

his voice was soft, and he carried himself well, though you could hear notes of nervousness in the way his breath hitched slightly halfway through his speech. you tilted your head a bit, furrowing your brows.

“you’re william bonney, isn’t that right?”

he shifted his stance, breaking eye contact to look down towards the hat he held in his hands. he cleared his throat and looked back up at you with a coy smile.

“yes’m, so you’ve heard- i’ve heard em’ talkin’ about you too, albeit, for much nicer reasons, miss y/n y/l/n.”

and if the way your name rolled off of his tongue made your cheeks a couple of shades pinker than usual, that was your business and nobody else’s.

he was good looking, that couldn’t be denied. good looking in the kind of way that carried much more depth than anyone you’d seen before. good looking in the way of his strikingly blue eyes, his brown hair that curled up at the ends, the button up shirt and pants that complimented his figure perfectly, his strong, yet softened, demeanor.

“so, s’it true? what they say about you?”

“depends what they’re sayin’, ma’am. maybe, maybe not.”

“well, are you as dangerous as they say you are?”

“only when i need to be, ma’am.”

he was definitely a gentleman- that, or he was putting up a real good act. it wasn’t often that you were approached out of genuine, unsolicited interest. but william- who now insisted you instead call him billy, went silent each time you even looked like you wanted to say something.

and on the two of you went, having conversation through the rest of the night. he didn’t let on about a lot of things, he’d gotten used to being a man of few words. he wanted to know everything about you- as much as you were comfortable saying. and to his delight, you had lots to say.

the both of you were a few drinks in by the time you were sat side by side, filling the near empty saloon with laughter.

“and- and then what?” his smile was sickeningly wide.

“well, my mama always told me i should never let a man use me as a doormat, so i grabbed my saddlebag an’ swatted him right in the groin!”

billy chuckled lightly, imagining that scenario before taking another sip of his whiskey.

“serves ‘m right, the men here know less a’ how to treat women than they do knowin’ when’s appropriate to draw a gun.” he huffed out.

you set your elbow on the counter, resting your head on your hand. “i bet your mama’s real proud a’ you, billy. she raised you just as anyone should.”

he held his smile for just a second before moving to look down at his glass. he remained silent for a few moments, and you followed suit, understanding why.

“m’ sorry, i didn’t know-“

“no, it’s alright,” he looked up at you, offering a smile once again. “i hope that she is. i’m always just trying my best to do what’s right- what’s just. sometimes the law doesn’t wanna paint it that way, but i know what i’ve seen and done.”

and you trusted his word. you had let your guard down like this for the first time possibly ever with anyone who wasn’t family. you and this raggedy stray were both different birds, flying far from the flock. having his company was something new, something exciting. and you hungered to know more.

#tom blyth #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #tom blyth x reader #billy the kid imagine #tbosas #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #billy the kid smut

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allmcl · 5 months

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WICKED GAME │ Castiel Veilmont.

A quiet afternoon with your boyfriend couldn't seem like a better plan. But when two people are ridiculously in love, they always find something ridiculously more romantic to do.

pairing. castiel veilmont x f!reader

genre. fluff, suggestive.

setting. established relatonship, both are aged up.

content warning. kissing maybe? and castiel loves you too much :( (that needs to be a warning)

author’s note. im kinda nervous to post this 😭, pls tell me if you liked it, enjoy!!

The day was horrible, and all I wanted was to return to the comfort of my room and never leave. But since I discovered the comfort of being with Castiel in his house, simply talking about everything, resting, or any relaxing activity, I understood that there was nothing better than that.

"Feel better?" Castiel asked in a raspy voice, as if he had just woken up.

His finger gently tracing the curve of my back under my shirt sends an electrifying spark through my body. "A lot." I snuggle a little closer to him.

"I'll beat whoever hurted you." Castiel murmured.

I laughed. "You won't."

"Well, not if you don't tell me what happened."

I grimace. "It's not that important, seriously."

"If it concerns you, it's important to me." I don't see his face but I'm sure he's already frowning.

I managed to lean on him and stretch out a little and get a better look. I moved a little closer and my fingers stayed busy untangling the strands that fell into his eyes gray eyes, shining under the sunlight. "You look very handsome." The compliment slips from my mouth before I can think.

Castiel pauses for a second. "Do not change the subject." I would have believed him right if it weren't for the way his ears reddened and his expression relaxed.

"I'm serious." With the golden light from the window illuminating his features, and giving an even brighter shine to the red of his hair, I dare to say that I have rarely seen him so angelic.

He complains. "I knew you were obsessed with me, but it's starting to get embarrassing." Finally his smile escaped.

I rolled my eyes. "Wathever you say..."

A few minutes of silence were enough for the fatigue to dissipate a little. Between talks, Castiel and I were fully up and we were talking about everything and nothing, as usual. At this point in the afternoon, the radiant glow of the sun indicated that it was about to set.

With his eyes still closed, Castiel spoke. "I think about you a lot when I listen to music."

The idea took me by surprise and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled.

"It's a slow song."

"I thought you only listened to rock bands."

I have shrugged. "Not since I've known you." He confessed and seemed to avoid looking at me for a couple of seconds.

I stretched a little closer to him. "Can I hear it?"

Castiel seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon agreed. He shyly reached over to turn on a music player and the song began to play. I know it! If I remember correctly, I may have mentioned to him at some point that it was my favorite. "Wicked games" started playing, and I couldn't help but get carried away by the melody.

"Come on!" I said, and got up from the bed. "Dance with me!"

Castiel shot me a horrified look before starting to complain. I slowly started dancing, and I offered him my hand to take, but he seemed prettysure that he wasn't planning on dancing with me.

"Please.." I wishpered.

Castiel could never resist that, so I noticed how he sighed heavily and barely stood up from the bed to join me. Although at first his movements were a little reluctant, he began to play along when I took him by the hands. We intertwined our fingers and I noticed how his grip was so delicate, but still firm.

The now dimly lit room gave everything a comfortable, homely look, and I felt like the time was frozen, and, for a brief moment, it was just the two of us. Castiel didn't dare say anything, but I could tell he was enjoying it too from the way he was watching me. His eyes shine and I can't tell if it's because of the light or some other reason.

"I wouldn't do this if it weren't for you." He reproached with a red face. I smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Although I expected the same gentleness with which he held me, Castiel caught me off guard and instead grabbed me by the waist tightly, pulling me against him. Our bodies continued to move to the music, only this time we were melted into each other. The strong smell of his cologne intoxicated me, and his body heat relaxed me. His lips kissed mine a little too roughly, but he always did it that way.

His hands caressed from the curve of my waist to my back and higher with constancy and softness, just like the gentle swaying of our bodies.

"It´s nice to have you close..." I quietly whisper, breaking the kiss for just a few seconds.

In response, I feel a warm kiss on the crown of my head. Being so tall, he always used to do that instead of kissing my cheek. My body gives up a little, and I lean against his chest. The song is still playing in the background, and I feel how his chest vibrates while he hums to the rymth of the song.

"This…is nice" He said softly. "Even if it's ridiculously romantic."

I smiled against him, and from the way he pulled me closer, I knew he had noticed. I always knew Castiel wasn't that good with words. But he made an effort for me.

And that was enough.

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 4 months

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OKAY here is the completely nonserious percy jackson npmd au thats been taking up space in my brain for weeks now because it simply needs somewhere to go:

New campers-

Stephanie Lauter:

I'm not overcomplicating this one: Steph is a daughter of Aphrodite

Solomon Lauter saw the hottest woman at some party where he was campaigning, and he’s is nothing if not ‘passionate’ and successful (by design) so it worked out

As far as Steph knows until her teens her mom ran off on her dad when she was a baby, and that’s fine, she doesn't give a shit, she’s never looked into it

Until, when she’s sixteen (because somehow she’s made it this long) Grace Chasity starts a rumor, her dad sends her to Abstinence Camp and the monster in the woods chases her right into camp halfblood

She gets claimed pretty promptly and Is Not A Fan

She’s thinks it’s pretty sexist and conceited and stupid and problematic for a whileeeee and refuses to look into it any more than ‘pink and pretty and misogynistic’ which like, doesn’t go well for her but she’s nothing if not stubborn

She’s fluent in French because of her mom but she doesn’t know that until she gets to camp and is genuinely so pissed off that the one school subject she thought she was good at isn’t even on her own merit

She’s got some vague appearance manipulation stuff, and once she realizes she does she exclusively uses it to change her hair color and make her eyeliner look good

She’s probably like camp way more if she knew about it earlier but the combo of her had having kept it from her and who her mom is and all the stupid games/worship expectations piss her off and she bails on most of the events/training/campfires out of spite

She definitely uses some close up weapon like a dagger or short sword

Grace Chastity:

Grace is a daughter of Ares

(Her finding this out goes very poorly)

Im ngl i feel like somehow Ares ended up with Mark Chastity, I refuse to examine this thought but i think Mark Chastity had his first gay experience and woke up the next morning with a baby there somehow because Ares thought it would be hilarious and wanted to see what would happen

She gets chased to camp with Steph from Abstinence Camp and is fucking livid, the whole thing is insanely scareligious and ridiculous and everyone there is going to hell and she is so heated that Ares, once again thinking it’s really funny and slightly proud, claims her on the spot

Grace Chastity is out here with her sacreligious two gay dads

She really resents specifically who her dad is because in her head she is made for peace and love and spreading the word of god, she hates the idea of war or violence on principal, so she spends a lot of time at the strawberry fields or Pegusus stables because she does really like the flying horses :)

She refuses to take place in any camp activities or training and all her siblings hate her

At a certain point she’s able to harness a level of odikinesis (enhancing feelings of hatred and war) and it doesn’t go well

Chiron honestly is forcing her to stick around because he’s REALLY so very nervous about how the fuck it would go to have Grace loose on the mortal world right after she finds everything else

Her weapon is an axe

Obviously

AND THEN we’ve got the established campers-

Peter Spankoffski:

Okay so forgive me for my special little blorbo-fication of my guy but:

Pete’s a son of Nyx

He super fucking shouldn’t be, there aren’t demi-god children of Nyx, just monsters and minor gods, but him and Ted were kind of just… thought experiments? Like she was bored and very curious so she took a really shitty human and had a child with him (Ted) and then, in what Nyx’s head was barely any time at all but in human years was straight up 18 years, has another one (Pete)

Ted raises Pete for a couple years, but children of Nyx in general are just bad omens, and human children of Nyx who probably shouldn’t exist are no exception, so they get hunted down by monsters hard

Ted dies or disappears by the time Pete’s ten or eleven and he ends up at a camp

He’s a year round camper and lives in the hermes cabin because obviously Nyx doesn’t have a cabin (look okay i know that percy fixed that, but that bit of lore where any unclaimed or minor god children live at the hermes cabin is so fucked up and rife with angst and hurt/comfort potential is too much for me to resist so this is a universe where percy jackson does not exist)

His luck is horrible, like it’s a magical demigod ability how horrible his luck is and he’s well on his way to systematically having broken every single one of his bones one by one, they know him so well in the apollo cabin

NO ONE (and I mean NO ONE) likes him and he’s considered a camp wide jinx so he takes one for the team and personally exempts himself from any team events like capture the flag because no one is willing to have him on their side

A lot of newer campers generally assume he’s an Athena kid because he really enjoys learning/strategy/by-the-book stuff because it’s a lot easier than trying to get involved with the more dangerous athletic shit

Because his mom is the goddess of night he’s very into outer space

His weapon is a bow and arrow, but he’s pretty good with most range weapons/anything that he can calculate aim for

Ruth Fleming:

Ruth is a daughter of Demeter and she’s pissed about it

Her dad told her about being a demigod a couple years before she went to camp but he didn’t know who her mom was so she got very very into greek mythos and shit and was convinced she was a daughter of Athena or Aphrodite or someone else nine-year-old-girl-cool and was fucking devestated when it was the goddess of farming

Like, she’ll do all the things she’s expected to (helping in the strawberry fields, weeding, etc..) but she’s going to complain about it

She doesn’t even have any cool powers to go with it!!! it’s so unfair >:(

She’s also involved with the camp’s theater department and is convinced it’s rigged against her because of who her mom is in favor of Apollo and Dionysus kids (in fairness…. it probably is) which is why she’s always stuck on tech

She’s definitely got a crush of Richie’s dad

She’s a summer only camper for sure, monsters don’t hunt her down for any reason in particular or en mass so she can get away with it and fight off the ones that do, but she does kind of take offense to the fact that even monsters don't want her (even if they’d just kill her)

Her childhood greek mythology obsession carries over so she knows every dumb little detail about every myth and will bring it up unprompted

Her main weapon is just a celestial bronze sword but i feel like when she first got to camp at 12 she bribed a child of Iris to change the color of it so it looks like… rose gold lmao

Richie Lipschitz:

Richie is a son of Dionysus

And sure, okay, I know what you're thinking: that doesn’t really fit…?

But to that I say oh boy it does, just not for Richie

For his twin brother Trevor however–

Richie is kind of like the black sheep of his cabin, not that there is many of them, because his brother is perfectly cookie cutter what a Dionysis kid should be (he’s a theater kid, he throws good parties, he’s generally popular) and Richie is not

They both started camp at probably 10-ish, a little earlier than traditional because there were two of them which drew more monsters

His eyes are violet though which he thinks is very cool so he dyes his hair purple to match them

He sorta-kinda has chlorokinesis, specifically for grape and strawberry vines, which a. he also thinks is very cool, and b. he uses as an excuse to get out of training so he can hang out with Ruth

He's also really good at swimming and trying to work up the courage to ask his dad if he'd possibly be able to grant him the ability to turn into a dolphin but just like... only when he wanted tot and he could turn back

He really wishes his was an Apollo kid (though, obviously he’d never say that out loud) because of the artistic stuff, so he sort of just tries to gaslight everyone that because his dad is the god of the Arts that includes physical art like drawing so obviously that’s why he’s good at it

He’s a summer-only camper too but for the dumbest reason; their parents gave the twins a choice, but Trevor wanted to be able to go back to school to do school plays and Richie can’t watch anime at camp so they chose summer only

His weapon is just a normal sword but he’s campaigning to get a child of Hephaestus to make him a Katana

(They’re all three kind of outcasts in terms of their own godly parents, because Ruth and Richie don’t really fit the mold of ‘normal child of [blank]’ and Pete’s kind of just generally disliked because of his parentage, so they all sort of came together as friends out of necessity but now they’re just actually buddies and they hang out)

anyway who knows if ill do anything with this but its FUN and id love to talk about it forever they're just little demigod losers I love them

#npmd #percy jackon and the olympians #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #peter spankoffski #ruth fleming #richie lipschitz #im THINKIN ABOUT THEM #id love to write something with them but we'll see if I can think of a full plot #pjo #nerdy prudes must die #starkid

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neet-elite · 1 month

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↳ EVENT 08. Harvey (Corruption Kink & Anal)

Pairing: Harvey / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,616 Warnings: corruption kink, anal (m receiving), sex toy, strap on, consent checks, masturbation, established relationship Prompt(s): 12 — corruption kink + 19 — anal Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: ignore the flimsy excuse for getting harvey to try out a strap on okay this is PORN we run with SILLY FICTIONAL story lines <3 anyway, i haven't written for harv in a year or so? so please excuse any OOC or terribly written moments </3 im trying to get into his mind despite never talking to him in game LOL.

His voice is shaky and unsure when he eventually gains the confidence to speak, interrupted only by brief bouts of nervous laughter as you hold the silicone item before him, seemingly proud of the size and girth of it, confident that he'll react the way you want. And it's not that he's intent on disappointing you, God no, so far from it! It's just, well;

"Are you sure this'll help me relax?"

He hadn't meant to sound so taken aback, disbelief tainting his otherwise genuine question. But the strap on you so happily wiggle before him is a little intimidating, if he's honest. That, and his analytical mind is unable to conjure up any reason as to why the offending item will supposedly help him de-stress, get him out of his shell as you so eloquently put it earlier on in the week. He's not one to judge, but the scepticism is likely clear on his face; he's never been the best at hiding his emotions. And neither are you apparently, his expression prompting the fall of your own after his admittedly meek questioning leaves his heart hurting a little, aching to reach out and cup your cute little cheeks as a soft reminder that he trusts you! He's just a little anxious, as per usual.

But, you make the first move. Like always, swooping in to save him when his heart is hammering and he struggles to find the right words to express himself appropriately. It's one of his favourite things about you, honestly. How you manage to sync up with him so well without even trying. The romantic within him pinning it down to fate, or destiny.

The look of sympathy you offer him is very much appreciated, an immediate balm to his anxiety ridden heart. Better yet are your sweet reassurances that follow.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna, Harvey," Though, the gentle pass of your fingers running up and down his already exposed thigh is all the convincing he needs to proceed ahead with caution, but still he listens to you. Waits for an opportunity to say his piece. "You can always say no— I just think that dabbling outside of your comfort zone might show you that anxieties aren't always telling the truth, y'know?"

While part of him understands that you only have the best of intentions, pretty words promising to help heal him— even if in an odd way. The other half of him is still anxious, fists balled into the familiar sheets below as he trembles before you on your shared bed. When he married you, he knew that there would be obstacles to overcome, difficulties that could—and would—be shared. However, he never expected this. To be stark naked in bed, the pretty sight of you in some delicate lingerie doing wonders for his lust, cock already hard and dripping precum down to his tummy without needing to be touched too much. The strap on you so boldly hold drawing his attention front and centre, gulping at the thought of using it in any capacity beyond decoration.

Still, he persists. Even if only because he trusts you. Completely and utterly, placing all of his faith in you to cure the doctor himself. Where he's failed, he's certain that you'll be able to help— and, there's the added benefit of making you happy too! Something he always strives for.

"No, no," He rushes to answer your acknowledgement of his predicament. "Like you said, um... I think it's worth a shot!"

Ever the vanilla, being pegged as you described it has never crossed his mind before. He knew it existed, of course, but it's never been a topic of discussion in his mind other than: huh, that exists. However, thanks to your insistence on the topic, even going out of your way to research and prep all of the necessary items for the big event, he thinks it's worthwhile trying. There's no use in outright declining an attempt, he'll never know whether he likes it or not without at least trying!

And he's been wanting to be more sexually adventurous with you, even if his thoughts revolved more around having you be on the receiving end of such experimentation. The analysist within him is excited at the prospect of potentially discovering new things about himself, whereas the realist is worried over the practicalities.

Which is where you, fortunately, come in. God forbid he explore the topic on his own, pushing his glasses up in an attempt to focus on the situation at hand, doing his best to not touch his cock to the sight of your pretty smile as you shuffle closer, finding home between his legs. "All right," You start, helping him spread his legs a little wider, toying with the beads of precum at his tip before grabbing the length of his cock with a teasing touch. He inadvertently bucks into the feeling of your soft hands, heat rushing to his cheeks at the cute giggle you let out in response to how sensitive he is.

"Let's warm you up, then."

Two fingers, coated in a mixture of saliva, precum, and lube, press deep inside of him. It's an odd feeling, not wholly unbearable, inching on pleasurable the longer you rest them inside of his asshole. But still, definitely, uncomfortable. Which is probably obvious given how his face scrunches up in inadaptability, slightly cringing at the newfound feeling in his lower half.

"How are you feeling, love?" You tenderly ask him, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts. Another few to gather the strength to speak with the pressure he's experiencing below the belt.

"Uh... Weird. I think?" He questions even himself, eyes trained on the way his cock bobs and jerks under him, matching the lazy strokes in and out of his ass from your fingers. It's difficult to deny that some part of him does enjoy the feeling your offering him, it's just that it's new, he decides. Yeah, it's just new and he's just anxious, worried about his performance, how he must look to you right now, slightly hunched over himself as an instinctual reaction to the tension of your fingers inside of him.

And the light laughter you let out given his response only heats his cheeks up some more, his own fingers tightly fisting into the sheets in soft embarrassment. "It's okay, Harvey. I think most people feel that way when they just start too. Give it a few minutes, and then we can decide if you wanna stop or keep going, okay?"

Okay, that he can work with. Once again relaxing his posture, leaning back against the bed headboard to let you work your magic. It only takes a minute or so longer for your words to ring true, for his trust in you to bear fruit— resulting in his body jerking forward at a mere prod against his insides.

"W-Wait!" He ends up gasping, surprised at the tone his exclamation carries itself with, but nonetheless he continues rambling. "What— wait, what was that?" He almost laughs, tenderness present in how his hand wraps lightly around your wrist that's pressed against his ass. He's not even aware that he's doing it until you just as affectionately remove his hand, cooing sweetly for him to relax.

"Told you it'd feel good." You smile, toothy and wide for him to further trust, wide eyes imploring you to show him more of what you mean, because now his interest is piqued.

With every curl of your deft fingers inside, as if pressing on a feel good button, his upper body jerks forward with his cock, spilling precum aplenty for the fingers you have buried knuckle deep in his hole. The once weird and strange feeling in his abdomen soon becoming known and hot. The well acquainted burn in his tummy that he so often experiences when you're touching him slowly climbs back to where it should be, increasing only because you decide to slowly stroke his pulsing cock in tandem with your finger strokes.

His toes curl with your fingers, huffs of air rushed out only for him to gasp it back in, half moans and stuttered words, he's not quite sure what he's trying to convey. One things for sure though, and that's that he doesn't feel so worried any more. The comfortable pooling of lust in his core convincing him to seek out only what feels good, forget about everything else. And he's about to warn you of his fast approaching orgasm, but when words yet again fail him, God can you blame him with the way your fingers skilfully explore his insides, making him feel things he never thought possible, his body does all the talking for him. Shaking under you, panting for air with every pump of your fingers, carding through his hair to clean off the dripping sweat from his forehead.

And then you stop. Suddenly and carelessly. And though he can breathe again, only a pitiful whine escapes him at the loss of stimulation.

"The main event waits, love."

Your reminder of the object to his side startles him out of his lust filled stupor, but only for a moment. For his cock remembers how good it felt to have you inside of him just moments ago, finding himself eagerly nodding for you to proceed, a reassuring grasp at your arm while you get yourself strapped up conveying the message of: please, I'd do anything to feel that way again. Once reserved, now needy.

To be in this position, that is to be under you and not the one on top lining his tip up to your hole, feels strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather... It leaves his head a little dizzy. Body tingling under your touch at the excitement coursing through him, wanting more than anything to keep his mind as empty as it's been turned from your touch.

He feels you tug at his ass, a brief moment of shyness creeping up on him before you compliment him on how pretty it looks. A word he never thought possible to describe himself, but he easily trusts that you're being honest when your gaze meets his own, and he can see the matching hearts in your eyes.

"Be gentle, please..." He mutters, overwhelmed with love and affection for you as you rub the silicon tip up and down between his cheeks, dribbling copious amounts of lube over it despite how wet and pink his asshole already is.

He's not sure why he said it, considering that you are the love of his life and you've already proved to him just how good exploring new things is, helping him relax into the comfy pillows and sheets below as he wiggles himself lower down to get into position for you. But oh to have you lean over him and whisper about how proud you are of him, and how you've always wanted to see him under you like this, distracting him with words of praise as you slowly push the tip of the toy into his stretched out asshole feels so good, ah... Leaves his mouth hanging open and glasses slipping down his nose, a little loving groan escaping him when you kindly help push them back up.

Something as big as the toy almost feels like the experience is restarting all over again, feeling all funny and full in his tummy until you manage to work your faux cock inside of him enough to be fully sheathed. The weight of the toy heavy against his squirmy insides, his brows furrowed in sheer horny frustration.

"Gonna move now, okay?"

He doesn't trust his voice right now, merely nodding up at you as his hand reflexively wraps tight around his throbbing cock when you draw your hips back, squeezing at the base of it as you thrust your hips forward. And the pace is settled quickly, nice and easy and gentle enough for him to grow accustomed to the toy exploring his insides— helped by the fact that he's effectively masturbating in front of you while you tenderly pound his twitching hole.

Tugging his cock up and down, moaning openly at how slippery he feels, front and back. He can barely focus on your face due to his eyes continuously rolling back, body jerking up the bed with your every thrust, humping inside of his tight heat so nicely that he can't help but to compliment you. Spilling babbled thanks between sighs of satisfaction, helping you fuck into him by sliding his ass down onto the toy when he can; as much as possible anyway, given his laying down missionary position under you.

And the feeling of your nails on his thighs, prompting him to lift his legs up and oh— shit.

"Ah, wait—" He begs of you, but certainly doesn't stop jerking off, and he's all too happy for himself when you don't heed his warnings either. Nails digging into the fat of his thighs, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his hole at a new angle; one that immediately tightens the ball of lust in his tummy. "I'm close, gonna cum if you keep going like— ah, like that—!" He urges you for a breather, but when he catches your smirking expression, he understands intimately what you'd rather do.

So he doesn't complain when he feels you pick up the pace, a muffled slap! filling the room with every wet fuck forward you make inside his ass. Moans dripping from his lips, intermingled with half gasps of your name, whines for you to stop, or was it don't stop? Fucking his fist faster too, attempting to match your unfair thrusts, but he's too sloppy with it. Mind too far gone with pleasure to actually attempt to jerk off, instead just idly playing with himself because it feels good. Something he's scarcely done before, but you've brought out some new side of him tonight. One that needs and whines and begs for more, back arching off the sheets when your tip repeatedly knocks against that sensitive spot inside again and again, just like earlier with your fingers.

All he can do is silently stare, brows furrowed in concentration of your every greedy stroke inside, fucking his ass so good that he feels a little numb, honestly. Ropes soon shoot from his tip as his orgasm washes over him, thick and white. Spurting all over his chest, a couple shots landing on his glasses for which he hasn't the capacity to care about, not when you continue to fuck him through the good feeling. Making sure to hump every last drop of cum out of his cock with your toy, milking him dry, his tightly wrapped fist glazed over with sticky seed.

And before clarity has a chance to hit him, he scrambles to beg you to continue, to prolong his empty mind and the good feeling between his legs. The doting smile you wear upon his broken pleading is confirmation enough that you enjoy that idea very much so too.

At least for now, his troubles are far away. And, if ever he needs help in future again, he knows what to ask for. Excited about all the new possibilities your little experiment has brought out of him tonight, wanting to eagerly explore as many options as possible in the safety of your shared 4 walls for the rest of the night.

You wouldn't mind, would you? If he asked for more, a tinge of greed gripping his heart as he watches you fuck him all better.

#500 event!#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv harvey smut

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anonnluvver · 1 year

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headcannons concept,, Brett and reader in an established relationship, reader taking Brett home for Thanksgiving or something like that and meeting readers Big Chaotic Family. like im talking 30ish relatives squeezed into readers great-aunt-in-laws lower middle class sized house. I absolutely need to watch him experience being quickly accepted into a genuinely loving family complete with all the quirky traditions and closeness. he would definitely be crazy nervous about it until we show up and he realizes it's nothing like the formal tense holiday dinners of his childhood. I just know my family would love him so much to the point where they would steal him away from me and he would spend more of the holidays playing touch football with my cousins and looking at readers baby pics with my aunties then time with me!!

This concept sounds so sweet and silly😭 thank you for requesting, Hope you like it!

Brett x reader head-cannons(family gathering)

The first time Brett meets your whole entire family he’s excited but super nervous and anxious he just wants them to like him.

Even though you tell him it’s not a big deal and it’s just a family dinner he’ll still go out of his way to buy gifts for each and everyone of your family members.

Brett will almost be having a heart attack before even entering the house but when your aunties open the door he’ll be caught by suprised by being smothered by all your aunts!

Immediately inviting him in and completely disregarding you (lol) your whole family will ambush him with questions about himself and silly ones like how’d you ever pull a guy like him.

Brett gets his fair share of time with the adults and aunties who loving squeeze his cheeks and laugh at all his jokes. But he also spends time with all the littles, all your cousins and your siblings playing games and chasing them around. Like hide and seek, some tag and some sports too.

Your mom, grandma and aunts will steal him away to show all your embarrassing photo albums and pictures from when you were a baby and so on.

And When it’s time to eat your mom makes sure Brett’s the first to have a plate that’s plenty full.( I mean like over the brim full) Of course Brett being the sweetheart he is eats all of it even when he feels wayyy to full.

Your whole family plays your favorite traditional games together at the end of the evening and you help Brett throughout all the games understand how to play and all the rules.

And when it’s time to leave all your aunties will once again smother Brett in their arms and squeezeing tightly his cheeks asking him to promise them he’ll visit as soon as possible. And the goodbyes would last about a few extra minutes with all the kisses and hugs they give him.

By the end of it all Brett would end up crying when the two of you are finally alone and when you ask what’s wrong he’ll sob explaining how loving and generous your family is, as he never had that feeling before it was such an overwhelming love that it’s making him cry. You hug and comfort him (and even cry a little yourself too.) but it’s safe to say he’s even more excited for the next time he gets to see your family.

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svhnflwr · 2 years

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%! the kissing game — k-i-s-s-i-n-g event

× johnny suh: “Let’s put our hands behind our backs while making out and see who gives in to touch the other first.”

INCLUDES! fluff, descriptive kissing, established relationship, implicit suggestive content (very slight)

NOTES! ok this is actually a prompt i saw on ig and ngl im kinda fed up with this event alr so i just decided to end it with this instead (doubling on johnny lol oops) but tbh this is such a good way to end it I CAN FINALLY START MY 100 EVENT and other wips collecting dust rn

WORD COUNT! 578

“Let’s put our hands behind our backs while making out and see who gives in to touch the other first.”

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull when the words finally processed in your head. You dramatically turned your head towards your long-term boyfriend, Johnny, giving him a look that he would probably copy and ridicule you for it for the next 10 years. Your mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something but nothing came out. Maybe your brain was still processing what he said.

“...Sorry?” was all that came out. Johnny knew that you heard him perfectly. Though he still repeated himself, noting how fidgety you became due to how flustered you felt at his request a second time. You were so cute in his eyes.

The second time around you realized that this man was not kidding. You heard his words loud and clear, and quite frankly the idea he proposed excited you.

More than excited.

There was no word in the world you could use to describe it. But it was a unique mix of everything you were feeling; nervous, excited, flustered, curious, and competitive.

Though you had a hidden voice at the back of your head telling you that you would lose no matter what, you were curious how long it would take. Or even if Johnny was actually more madly in love with you than you thought. That thought alone made your stomach flutter. Maybe the idea was much better than you initially thought.

With both of your bodies now seated on the couch, legs crossed and facing each other. Johnny first put his arms behind his back, motioning you to mirror his actions. You slowly followed suit, that odd mix of emotions swirling inside your stomach once again. Before starting, you looked into his eyes, noting how his pupils slowly consumed his irises.

You hoped he felt that same mix of feelings as you.

And he did.

He wasn’t sure what took over him to propose such a wild request to you, but something in him was eager to try. Contrary to your thoughts, he was confident that he would give in first, completely against his will. Not because he was about to let you win a challenge that he requested, but because he knew that when it came to you, he went a little crazy.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

And with that, the two of you leaned closer to the other, the familiar feeling of lips touching washed over you. You and Johnny kissed a lot. It was something you two often did because you simply couldn’t get off each other’s faces that easily; to the members’ despise.

Your lips danced with each other like it was choreographed yet it was a freestyle with unbelievable synchronization. It came very naturally.

Meant to be.

Perfect.

You weren’t sure how you did it. Whenever Johnny turned to one side, you simultaneously turned to the other. His breath fanned your lips as you separated for a fraction of a moment. His teeth graced your bottom lip before they connected again. The soft tingling sensation from his teeth lingered as you felt warmth overtake you. You felt his lashes tickle your cheek as you began to smile into the moment.

And you were so into the kiss, that you failed to notice the pair of hands that held onto you desperately, trying to melt into your lips even more.

If that was even virtually possible.

#ficscafe #nct 127 #nct #johnny suh #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny suh fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff #nct fics #nct 127 fics #johnny suh fics #johnny suh suggestive #sfw

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Monthly special: Variable Barricade crossover!

I honestly didn't expect this to go so big so fast! Although this chapter can feel a little like a filler and that I left out quite a lot. This is just so I don't accidentally spoil the routes. Since we do have some time before we get to them hah...But I think I will make the second run (the one with the boys) for a different game! But we’ll see about that.

If you want to join the taglist just send an ask or dm me!

Reader here is female and has established background.

Cw: Age gap (Reader is 18 and the ladies are ages 20-24)

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After finding out who your suitors really are you've decided to interview them. It was to find out what their intentions and opinions were… and of course you were going to ask them about those little titles they had displayed on their background checks.

In the end you were not ready for their responses no matter how hard you prepared.

Part one: chapter 2- This is just like a job interview!

"I see… so this is what that was all about…" you just explained everything to Ayaka and she listened carefully. But somehow she didn't seem all that concerned "I'm happy for you Y/N" her gentle smile made you frown

"Happy? Did you hit your head Ayaka? I'm not happy with this situation" you weren't sure if she understood your situation, but it definitely surprised you to see her being happy over your misery.

"But isn't it good? If anything it's a step in the right direction. Now you won't have to worry about not being able to marry out of love. You said it yourself that your grandfather allowed you to still seek on your own, right?" she was right, but there was a little problem.

"It's true but I won't have enough hours in the day to look for someone!" and not like you'd even know where to begin.

"I suppose you're right… then why not look among your suitors?" she was really curious as to why you'd do anything just to ignore the suitors. To you the answer is obvious.

"Didn't you listen to me? They're unemployed and they sure are here just for the money" the timing probably couldn't get any better for them. You don't even know how or when your grandfather got acquainted with these women, but you have a feeling that they were glad to not have to worry about any money should they win you over.

"I think we both know that's not possible. Your grandfather wouldn't let someone like that near you" her words made you frown, you didn't think about it in that sense. As you cursed under your breath Ayaka continued "If you're so uncertain about them, maybe talk to them individually and judge their characters yourself" now that you think about it, the only time you spoke to any of them alone was when Yelan greeted you by the door, but you're not sure if it counts given that you basically didn't respond to anything she said. Alas, your best friend's suggestion gave you an idea "You're right! I should interview them!" your eyes sparked as you knew it was a good plan.

"I'm pretty sure that's not what I said-" she tries to change your train of thought but you already made up your mind.

"I mean, joining the L/N family is like accepting a job and every job offer needs a proper interview" you ignored her concerns as you feel proud of your new approach.

"Y/N, can't you be a little bit more casual about this?" she desperately tries to convince you. But you had your mind set. And when you know what you want you're as stubborn as you can possibly get.

"How could I be? If I'm going to do it, I'm doing it on my own terms" you say as perhaps such an interview would make them nervous and perhaps their masks would fall. That would buy you more time unless your grandfather really does have a queue of women waiting for their chance with you…

"I'm happy that you're confident about it… but something tells me that it's not going to end well" she continued with her concerned tone.

"I'll be sure to let you know if you were right or not. For now I'll prepare the questions and let Thoma know my plans" you immediately took out your phone and texted:

Y/N: Thoma, I need you to let everyone know that I want to host an interview with each and one of them.

You didn't need to wait long for his reply but you didn't feel impatient. After all this was the first time you got to have control over the situation.

Thoma: Sure, do you need me to pass anything else to them?

Y/N: I want them all in formal wear. Everything else I'll explain to them myself.

"Formal wear?" Ayaka peeked as you were typing.

"I want to see if they're willing to take it seriously" you said as your mood got better. You finally were the one in charge!

You were a little nervous but once you arrived back home you felt a sudden rush of confidence. You opened the door to the main room and all of the women were dressed formally just like you asked. They didn't notice you right away so you got to hear their following conversation.

"She should be home anytime soon right?" Eula said with impatient tone "I hate not knowing what's going to happen next"

"Well, Thoma said it's an interview. So that's what we should expect" Yelan said casually. She said before that she's planning on not letting you know everything about her right away so you wonder what kind of tactics she may have here.

"I know that, I was just thinking what kinds of questions she'd ask" with each word Eula sounded more and more irritated.

"Isn't it obvious? She probably saw our background checks and is curious as to how are we so bold as to ask for the heir's hand while we don't have anything to offer. Business wise choosing any of us is setting herself up with a gamble. Since I doubt any of us have the experience" Ningguang pointed out, she wasn't exactly wrong but she wasn't fully right either.

"In some occasions marriages are set up purely for either decorational matters" Eula argued "So we don't know what Y/ N really wants from us" she said it like you'd be the one using them if you get married. How laughable.

"*giggles* This might be interesting indeed. What do you think?" Miko turned to you as she was quiet this entire time. Perhaps she knew all along that you're here or maybe she noticed it a bit later. Either way she was the only one who was aware of your presence, considering how the rest looked surprised to see you. Taking a deep breath you look at them and say:

"Ladies, as you know I'll be hosting an interview for each and one of you. Thoma will call for you individually, so for now I'm asking that all of you stay here and I'll get everything prepared in the dining room" you feel proud of yourself but your face is fully professional, not letting any of your excitement show.

When you were alone in the room you looked at the background checks again. This time however you weren't filled with despair like last time "Who should I call first…?" you wonder for a moment and look at Thoma "Could you bring Miko first? Also I'd like you to not be in the room during the interview"

"Alright" he nods and leaves the room.

After a moment Miko enters and she looked quite amused "I see you're finally taking initiative" she sits in front of you "I was wondering when I'll get to see that side of you" she looked at you intrigued "Go on, ask me those questions" she waved her hand at you, suggesting that you may start right away. Her casual approach to the entire thing made you lower your guard slightly, but you weren't going to let her do whatever she pleases.

"Alright, first question. What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you had your suspicions, especially given her work life so far. So you had to look for hints of her lying if she tried to fool you with having feelings for you or just thinking she's your best bet.

"Who said anything about your family? I'm interested in you. So when that old man offered me your hand I felt like it'd be worthwhile" she answered with confidence "But for now I didn't get the chance to tease you enough, what a shame" she sighed.

You decided not to comment on that. You made a mental note to now always be on guard so her attempts of teasing can only end in failure. She's so cocky you decided to not let her have the satisfaction.

"May I ask how did you get to meet my grandfather? Considering how you're referring to him, you probably know each other for quite some time, right?" although you could see a bold person like Miko call him "old man" right away.

"You could say that. Our first meeting was a bit spontaneous, but that's something he should tell you about. I honestly don't know what the guy was thinking, so I'm afraid that should I introduce the situation to you you might not understand the full story before you judge the situation" she explained, well at least that was an attempt at an explanation since it made you ask more questions than have yours answered. But considering her response, asking any would be useless.

"Right… onto the next question. What benefits can you bring to this family that other suitors can't provide?" you realize that they don't know each other, but you need this answer from everyone.

"Unlike others? Well I suppose to you it matters so I'll give you my answer: I can give you a taste of freedom in a way nobody else can" her voice was almost inviting. But you didn’t let your guard down.

"And what do you mean by that?" you raised your brow. Trying to not sound too interested by her offer.

"Oh but it would be absolutely dull and boring if I told you the answer rather than letting you experience it, no?" and with that the magic of her previous statement is gone as you have enough common sense to say:

"You do have a point, but how do I know that you aren't just making things up as you go?" you know better than to believe sweet nothings being whispered into your ears.

"As our relationship progresses you'll see it for yourself dear. Although you might not notice it right away" she was insistent, but at the same time she did sound like she was having fun trying to figure you out.

"Well it would be in your interest to see to it that I notice it soon enough. No matter, time for another question. You probably have seen it coming but I'd like to ask you about your past as a uhm… kept woman" it was a tough question for you to ask. Since the job did have some implications…

"There's not much to talk about, whenever a person needed me and I was sure that they could afford me I accepted" she crossed her arms "As to what I did for them… I think the most suitable term would be inspiring them" she did seem like she wouldn't let just anyone have them but her phrasing was interesting.

"Inspiring?" you wanted her to elaborate.

"I usually work for writers. My guidance was a start for many big novelists. If you don't believe me, some of them insisted on dedicating their novels to me" she said the last part with an unimpressed tone.

"I'll be sure to check it later then. May I get some names?" this was your chance to catch her bluffing.

"But of course, I recently gave my aid to Souka. She isn't as popular but she does have the potential. I also helped anonymous writers like Zhenyu to gain popularity. There is also Junkichi, his first works are incredibly boring to read but currently he's gaining popularity with each novel. But those are only from the top of my head, I can provide you with a full list later" she wasn't nervous in the slightest, so probably that was one way for you to tell that she's telling the truth. But you decided to play it safe.

"I'll take you up on that offer" you prepare yourself mentally before you say "Now it's your turn. Do you have any questions for me?" considering what you know of her so far you expect an attempt at teasing. But what she said wasn't like it in the slightest.

"Ah I was wondering when you'll let me take the lead. I have but one question: why do you think this is happening?" you didn't know how to answer that.

"If I had to guess, that'd be due to my extended family's impatience" you had nothing else to say on the matter. That's what you were told after all, so what else could be a reason?

"Hm… I see" she hums with satisfaction, she stands up and says "Good luck with the rest" she didn't wait for you to allow her to leave.

After she left Thoma entered and waited for your orders.

"Thoma, call Ningguang next please"

With a nod he went to fetch her. She entered professionally, she was probably used to interviews. With a polite smile she greeted you, she stood waiting for your gesture that she may take a seat.

"Let's get right into it okay?" you tell her, after all you don't need to waste time on introductions and it looked like that was what she expected "My first question is: What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you had been interested in what she had to say.

"Although I have put a lot of thought into it, I suppose you can call it my chance for many things. I've realized that I lost a lot of time in my private life so perhaps a sudden marriage like that was what I needed. Not only that I also do believe that I can be of use business-wise" you didn't expect an answer like that so you tilted your head.

"And how would that be? I haven't seen on your file any prior experience" maybe when investigating they missed it? Or perhaps she forgot to mention it if she had an interview earlier?

"Well, I can't really answer that in a way that I could prove. Let's just say that I have the temper and personality for it" oh. So it was just some baseless blabbering.

"What are those personality traits exactly?" you wondered if she actually would give a proper answer here.

"To put it simply and name just a few, I know what's valuable and worth the hassle, I know how to plan ahead and I'm not giving up easily" she looked at you with a proud smile.

"The note that I got to read would suggest otherwise. Could you explain to me why you're currently unemployed. Or rather why is it that you can't keep a job?" honesty you didn't read the reason as to why she was fired, you waned to hear her explanation and only then check if it's the truth, otherwise you might lash out on her for lying a bit too soon. You could see that the question hit her pride, but she took only a second to recover.

"The circumstances were different for each occasion. For most however, my former bosses couldn't appreciate how aspiring and confident I was. I couldn't just let them do as they pleased even if they were my superiors" she looked away for a moment "Pardon me my first reaction, just mere memories of getting fired do tend to make me a little angered is all" she closed her eyes and her polite smile was back on display.

"Surely being married to me isn't something you can just get fired from right away without any say in it. So how can I tell that you're not going to use this opportunity to just make yourself feel better about your failures?" your words hit like daggers, but you did whatever you could to protect your heart. Even if it did make you sound inconsiderate and rude. Surprisingly she took your question well. Perhaps the previous impact made things easier for her to adjust.

"I understand why you'd think that, and as much as I hate to admit I don't really have a way to disprove it. If you're willing to take my word for it then I'm going to tell you only this: while I do think that this is a huge opportunity for me, I don't plan to do it purely for a headstart. If I want to achieve something I only wish to do it on my own. Whether or not you'll choose to support me even if we get married will be up to you" she said with determination.

"Don't you think that it'd be my duty as your wife to help you?" you didn't like how aggressive you were getting but it was all to catch her lying.

"It'd be your duty to support me emotionally yes, but financial needs are something I'd have to handle on my own" she sounded genuine, but you had no idea if it wasn't an act.

"So that's how you'd view it?" granted you don't know if she's bluffing here. She could just be saying it to later guilt you regardless. But considering your earlier comment you felt a bit bad due to your choice of words.

"Yes, is there a problem with it? If so, do let me know. I don't want to waste time on someone who doesn't believe one's lover should be supportive emotionally" she crossed her arms. You almost felt like she shamed you for not believing in her words. But she was only a stranger to you. The atmosphere got a little tense, but you still had to give her the opportunity to voice her concerns.

"I hold the same opinion on the matter, you have nothing to worry about. But if you have any further questions now it's your time to ask" you hoped you managed to hide your nervousness well.

"I'm afraid most of my questions are rather personal, so I'll keep them for a bit more suitable occasion" you weren't sure if she really decided to give up on her questions given the atmosphere, but regardless you were happy that you aren't going to answer anything for now.

"In that case that's it for the interview" you told her and she left "Thank you for your time"

"Alright, next up is Yelan" you announced and waited for Thoma to call her. She walked in and as always you could feel mystery filling the room. When she sat down you asked "Are you ready for your first question?" you figured she was but you thought you'd ask anyways.

"I'm ready" she sounded prepared.

"What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" having asked this over and over again you said it like you were practicing it. But you're up to another round soon.

"I guess it was just a decision I made without thinking too much about it" she fidgets with the dice on her necklace "I honestly just rolled the dice for it and decided to accept the offer" she shrugged.

"How could you let such decision be influenced by something like that!?" it was unthinkable to you. She has the privilege to make her own choices and she doesn't even care enough to let them be her own!?

"I've made it into a habit over the years. I usually just roll the dice when I can't decide on something. I just don't want to waste any time thinking about possible 'what if's" she explained, but you still couldn't get it.

"So, you couldn't decide on this topic? Why was that?" instead of questioning further the dice thing you decided to tackle something that made you curious.

"I didn't know you, so that's why I was hesitant. The only thing I knew about you were coming from either Thoma or your family. So not really too reliable source of information if you ask me. That was my reason for refusing" she pointed out "I prefer meeting people on my own, and I was a little curious about you. That was the 'yes' vote" she added.

"But to jump into marriage right away?" you couldn't grasp how she could take it all so lightly.

"It's true that it's skipping a lot of steps. But I have some more reasons for it. It's a bit tough to explain… but sooner or later I may find my words and share it with you" she dodged the question.

"Right, in that case I don't see any reason to question it further. Let's move onto the next question. I wanted to ask about your 'gambler' title you had displayed on your background check" you really didn't know how to ask her about that so you just said how this information came to you.

"What would you like to know?" her question caught you off guard. Usually people would try to change the topic or at least deny it.

"I'd like to know whatever you're willing to tell me" you didn't even know what questions you could ask in the first place…

"I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I don't gamble, but I don't do it that often… at the same time it did influence my habits" she probably referenced her usage of the dice "But I don't think it'll cause any problems"

"A lot of people with an addiction say that they 'don't really play often' or 'can stop whenever they want to' how can I be sure you're not just lying to me?" you're aware of how many times you've asked someone to prove themselves to you recently… but you couldn't afford to not be 100% sure.

"Well, Thoma keeps track of our behavior so rumors don't start going around about what kind of people the L/N family considers worthy spouses for their heir. So if you trust him to fulfill his duties properly then you should trust me when I say that I don't gamble often enough for it to be an issue" she explains. Although you didn't trust her yet you did trust Thoma. So for now you decided to accept her version.

"Is it okay for me to ask what made you gamble in the first place? Or at least what do you find so appealing in it?" you were quite curious on how she views it. You never had a chance to think about games in that competitive way.

"At this point I don't really remember what started it. As for why I continue, it's due to the excitement a good game gives. I honestly don't care much about the rewards, just the challenge itself" her voice was as sincere as it could get. But you still had your doubts on her indifference towards money.

"I think I understand what you mean" besides the last part you do see the appeal in a good challenge "Okay, now for the last part of the interview… Do you have any questions for me?"

"I've been wondering, what do you think of this entire situation?" she sounded curious, but you both knew what you're going to say.

"I'm highly displeased by it. But I'm willing to try and make it work" although you didn't fully mean it. You had to try and make it work. There was no other way.

"Hm… I see… well in that case that's everything from me" she nodded as she stood up to leave.

"Wait before you go, I actually wanted to tell you something… outside of the interview" you built up the courage to speak during the interview, although you were quite hostile your voice was softer now.

"What is it?" she didn't sit back down.

"I wanted to thank you, for giving me the space I need" you refer to the time where it was your first day in the house. How she could take a hint when you were getting uncomfortable.

"Don't mention it" she smiled at you before leaving.

"So now… it's time for Eula" you sighed. The interviews were making you tired even though the last one didn't end on a hostile note… with her however you could bet on it given her previous behavior towards you.

She looked a little impatient. Perhaps she felt insulted that she was the last one to go. As she sat down she glared at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Are you ready for me to begin?" you ask politely.

She clears her throat and her face expression switches from an annoyed face to a calm and practiced one "Naturally"

Her sudden shift did get you off guard "Okay then, my opening question is: What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you liked how professional she got about it so it did allow you to be a bit more 'natural'.

"As you're probably aware, I've been disowned by the Lawrence family, who is your competitor. I understand it might not make you trust me right away, but my place here isn't by any means a part of that situation. I'm here simply because I chose to" it wasn't the most detailed response you've heard…

"And could you elaborate as to how you came to that choice?"

"Yes, I'll get right to it. To not waste any time, I had known your grandfather for quite a while by now. When he suggested that I come here I was surprised, but even though he has a… specific personality I trust his judgment" she closed her eyes "But tell him a word about it and I won't let it slide" she switched back into her hostile personality.

"In that case it seems like our relationship with him isn't that different" you looked away. You started wondering how often he met up with her. You didn't really see him often, so hearing that he spent his time with some other kids did make you envious.

"From your reactions I suppose you're right. We do have that in common" she sighed with exhaustion.

At first you wanted her to tell you more about how she met your grandfather… but in the end you decided that it was something to be discussed later "That's at least one thing. But back to your family, will you tell me why you were disowned?" you understood that it might be a difficult topic to her but since you let one thing slide you can't afford to let this question go unanswered.

"To put it simply, my family didn't appreciate me having a personality of my own. Their fake confidence is foolish and their pride is what makes their company sink only lower and lower… so in a way, you could say that it's good that I'm no longer associated with them…" she looks like she wanted to add something there but her silence made you aware that she had changed her mind.

"I find it a little hard to believe that they'd discard you like that…" although she doesn't sound like she gets along with her family you still felt bad for her.

"I was warned. But I couldn't stand by when I knew my uncle was doing something illegal, so I reported it" she said, which made you a little confused.

She was involved with getting her uncle arrested? The legality of some of the Lawrence family's dealings was always something people were weary of. But there was only one time they actually got caught. You didn't read about her involvement in it so you were surprised to hear that version of the story.

"Didn't you just say that the reason you were disowned was due to your personality?" why wouldn't she tell you about this specific event right away?

"Isn't that connected? My understanding of justice and the choices I made were what my family didn't appreciate at that moment. So that's why that was my first answer before I elaborated" she was as blunt as she could get.

"I see, I understand but next time I'll appreciate it more if you could answer fully right away"

"Sure, I'll be sure you'll get the response you expect in the future" she sounded a little annoyed which got to you too.

"Is there a problem with that? I just don't see the point of us dragging it for longer than we have to" you try to stay professional but your mouth couldn't stop itself from pouting.

"Then we should move on, we exhausted the topic of my family" yet again it was a swing of emotions with that woman. In one second you're getting along, in the next you have the urge to snap at her.

"Okay. The last part of the interview is your chance to ask me any questions" you're curious if she even would ask anything at this point.

"Oh, in that case there is something I'd like to know. Are you taking this seriously or are you just playing us all?" you understood why she'd want to know if she's wasting time but it wasn't something in your control!

"Does this interview give off the impression that I'm not taking it seriously?" really, why would you organize such a thing if you weren't willing to try.

"That's not what I mean. I know that you've been here for a very short time but you've done nothing but avoid us" you were in the same house as them for less than two days. Just what did she expect?

"I needed a moment to adjust. I can assure you that I'm not 'playing' anyone right now. So is that all?" you were honestly offended that she tried to make you the villain here.

"Yes, I'll take my leave now" with that the interviews were complete and you felt like it was just the start of the obstacle course.

You sighed with exhaustion as you looked at the reports again "Was it really that bad?" you look up and see Thoma.

"It was… difficult" you admit. You probably have ended up with more tension between some of the suitors than you'd like to admit "But it did give me a good opportunity to learn something" most of the responses were vague, yet it did give you an idea as to who you'll be working with "Regardless, I'm going to head back to my room. I'll eat later" you say before he gets the chance to ask about it.

The moment you head upstairs though you were stopped by the girls. Confused, you wanted to ask what they wanted, but you didn't get to ask before Ningguang spoke up "We've talked about it and decided that tomorrow we'll have a small house party. Make sure you don't make any plans"

"What" is all you could say.

"Well you had your share of fun now. It's our turn to take the lead now, no?" Miko asked

The entire time Eula glanced at you. Probably it had to do with her suspicion that you were avoiding them… which both was and wasn't the case.

"So, what do you prefer? The garden looks pretty nice so we were thinking of either a picnic or a barbecue" Yelan asked.

"A picnic would be nice" you just thought about what will be shorter. Because setting up the grill and other preparations alike will drag it out for longer than you'd like it.

"Alright then it's settled, leave everything to us" Ningguang looked satisfied, perhaps the picnic was her idea.

"Wait, everything? I can help out" you argued.

"Now there dear, you've had enough stress recently. We couldn't possibly give you more responsibilities to take care of" although what she sounds may suggest concern, her tone was a little sinister "Thoma on the other hand will take part in it" she ordered.

"Right!" knowing him, he'd offer his help regardless.

"Okay then everything's settled, sorry for it being so sudden" Ningguang stopped blocking your way. You took your opportunity to leave but you could hear them discuss who'll take care of what.

You aren't entirely sure if you're looking forward to it… or the complete opposite.

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m-joys · 2 years

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Hi there! I hope youre well :)

My first ask, hopefully this is right lol

I wanted to see if I could get a tmnt match up? Any version of them is nice but preferably 2012/rottmnt.

I'm 5'6 nonbinary punk aesthetic whose on the heavy set side weight wise with brown curly hair and golden brown eyes who wears glasses. My personality is infp, im really shy and nervous due to extreme social anxiety amd high self consciousness due to my appearance but after a while I warm up to be either too open about things and accidentally trauma dump and or be very loud and can rant someones ear off for hours, I use aggressiveness and insults as a form of endearment (in a jokey way, sometimes I make an entire 180 and can only say tooth rotting sweet stuff). For hobbies I do multiple forms of art (oil paints, acrylic paints, alcohol markers, color pencils, digital art) and I like to play video games; specifically medieval/fantasy sword and staff kind of rpgs (skyrim is my favorite) but all rpgs are fun. I'm also a severe animal person, but have a phobia of frogs, I have mental breakdowns coming into contact with them.

I think rottmnt mikey would take a liking to you

At first you would get close over surface stuff such as him adoring your appearance and sharing some hobbies. He would definetly be the first one to aproach you and ask stuff like where you got your clothes from and how cool they are. This especially goes if you have some non-usual pieces of jewerly.

When you firsr established a friendship with the turtles he would be the first one to greet you when you came.down to the lair just so he could pull you aside to hang out and play videogames with him so his brothers cant convince you to go with them instead.

The joking insults sometimes get to him but seeing as youre not doing it out of ill intentions,hell be reluctant but very open about communicating it with you and how it makes him feel.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt #rottmnt mikey #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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gayspock · 2 years

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OK not a liveblog per se but i have to SAY THINGS GOSH and im stalling so i dont finish LOL IM SCARED

alright bc thething is i have had my brain shut off for the past few weeks whatever the fuck i havent been in a "lets sit down and talk ad nauseum about it"

whichis such a shame bc LIKE... first bit of s4? i think the opener was bad but a lot of it otherwise middling- HOWEVER AFTER THAT.. GOD THERES BEEN SO MUCH TO SAY SINCE I JUST HAVENT TALKED ABOUT IT

and speaking of openers. i think its kinda funny. premiere notwithstanding, it feels like farscape kinda sucks at openers but literally KNOCKS IT OUT OF THE PARK with season finales. literally. in the thick of it now- but i genuinely think theyve always been, like, so so strong.and thats genuinely so hard to pull off, man.

like im a dw fan and anyways yeah so dw has some of the most inconsistent finales imaginable and it makes me really appreciate a show that CAN do them. like: theyre busy but paced well; its not predictable but its not overly convoluted; theres ups and downs, and theres complications but theyre never contrived.

and i do think farscape has a problem with benching characters and forgetting they exist sometimes but HERE at least they are keeping all of them constantly engaged which is really hard man i do admire it its like..... theres such an ENERGY . like its a proper culmination of events and people coming together and all characters just on their a-game, with a genuinely good story as a foundation. BC ITS EASY ENOUGH TO JUST BRING EVERYONE IN, and arbitrarily up the stakes BUT its another thing to not just... rely wholly on that? which i say again bc you know. doctor who. SORRY TO BE GUY THAT ONLY WATCHES 2 SHIKWS- BUT ITS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW, FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

ANYWYS

i shouldhave tlaked more abt the eps in specific but firstly the lead up to this was crazy like the last part of s4 has been so good.

i loved bringing home the beacon. #jirl power. like for all my reservations about noranti and sikozu (which i'll get into more) i do love likejsut seeing... an episode full of women? which i dontknow that probably sounds stupid but god i jsust feel like... EVEN NOWADAYS, when they do have a lot of women in a show sometimes its just forced and i dont mean that in the arsey way i mean that as in, like, they just put more and more women in without properly developing them and so its just a load of stock characters- BUT HERE, we have a genuine range of girlies here carrying the episode each with their own agency, so theyre capable of having such a good dynamic and LISTEN. DUMB BUT ITS REFRESHING. and i really loved the back and forth with aeryn and sikozu in particular and the more tenuous political situation and their reactions to it and how theyre actually similar but obviously have such different ideas on what to DO here like ougghghgh ... AND THE END. SHEESH. its like- its one of those things where you knew it was coming but BY GOD. THE END OF THIS EPISODE.

and then i really loved a constellation of doubt- love introspective episodes, set before/after the more epic finale-type parts - and how it functions like.. especially establishing john's distance from earth and like... how we STARTED this journey with him so desperate to return to it and you'd think that would be the finale of the show but we've been there and it wasnt right bc hes different now and NOW its about aeryn SHE'S the end goal now baby..................

then my fucking god. prayer was holy shit that was DARK as fuck and like- LIKE YAOI BREAK JOKES ASIDE, like... i fucking loved scorpius and john "working together" like that and the tension and JESUS when FUCKING SCORPIUS JUST.... like that whole alternate world is so fucked up man. so fucking fucked up.

AND THEN- GOD, THE AERYN STUFF... LIKE EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT JOHN/SCORPIUS, part of me wishes the whole episode was a long and . immersive look into hers but also i sure a sfuck dont because holy fucking shit like... I WAS SO NERVOUS, YOU KNOW, about the pregnancy storyline going into s4 bc with scifi, stories about pregnancy can so easily go fucking wrong and get horrible and uncomfortable if the writers dont do well AND ESPECIALLY if youre going to darker places likethis like jesus fuckingchrist but... i do think they did a good job of like leaivng aeryn in control of her narrative if that makes sense. i think thats my issue otherwise- like again, with dw the worst fucking offender, who barely even let amy fucking reflect on any of that shit when what she went through was a bodily violation compatable to r#pe but WHATEVER uhm - LIKE... obviously aeryn is also going fucking through it, jesus, horrible fucking shit is happening to ehr, but i dont- like im not against that, you know, so long as we do get to see her and we hear her and its not about crichton although his side is important, and its not FOCUSSED on the horror of it in some strange voyeuristic way (although it can be dangerously close to that) i still found it to be about... HER. YEAH? AND SEEING HER PERSPECTIVE. AND god.....................fuckme.............

andits so funny bc liekfor all i said abt loving the ifnale I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY

I DONT I FOR SURE DONT IM STILL IN IT AND MY HEAD IS FUCKING MUSH THATSWHY IM WRITING ALLTHIS

WHEN STARK REAPPEARED- okay firstly. i love the hair so bad. why didnt we get that. BUT LIKE- WHILST SCORPIUS didnt buy it i for sure bought it at first LOL like msotly bc i have always admired farscape for allowing characters to always have quite a lot of nuance, and having their own individual agenda like.. you know what i mean? its like- going back WAY back to the beginning, with dna mad scientist, it'd be so easy to have them all have a firm allegiance to one another BUT NOPE. and here i'd be like- FUCK, MAN, I DONT KNOW. i wouldnt be fucking mad with stark if he wanted to fuck around and just torture the shit out of scorpius after all he fucking went through, you know.

and speaking of agendas

okay sikozu. which can i say? i keep mispelling her name. thats one thing farscape sucks at. the names are good and inventive and pack flavour- but not fucking memorable, in the slightest. frell me. GOOD CUSSES THOUGH THEYRE GOOD AT THAT I KEEP ACCIDENTALLY ALMOST SAYING DREN WHEN MESSAGING PPL. EMBARRASSING. anyway

where was i

FUCKING SIKOZU

i havent continued watching yet but the whole relevation of her and her allegiance to this resistance... right, ok. heres my thing. i really LIKE it, actually, and i have grown to really like her character and i think shes such a fucking interesting person to drop into the cast and has such a good fucking perspective on things and gives good fucking dynamics with quite a few of the existing cast AND i dont hate this storyline with her at all either and i think if itd been established a bit more beforehand or we'd gotten to explore her a bit more beforehand i would have LOVED-LOVED-LOVED her for what she does BUT

its like.. she kind of got introduced weird AND she starkly.. contrasts the kind of sloppy inclusion of noranti and jool? because listen. i just- i cant help but think...FUCK me. i wish sikozu was introduced WAY back in place of jool, since jool kind of did come back around in the end but ultimately i dont think she ever truly found her place in the show or did much constructive, and what she did do sikozu functions as better as AND that extra time could have really better sewed the seeds of this story bc right now it does kinda feel out of nowhere... not completely far-fetched, though, bc i do think it fits for her as she has always been quite cagey and- SHIT MAN. IM REALISING. I COULD REALLY HAVE FUCKING LOVED SIKOZU IF THEYD JUST DONE HER RIGHT LIKE

and its like i said. i did like jool by the end of her run but i dont think she was... im sorry but i dont think she was ever worth it for what she was and i dont think she really DID much. and i think its like an overall problem farscape as a show has HAD since its moved past s1, wherein like... s1 is SO FUCKING GOOD, and so efficient at building characters well and really putting in the work. but as the show grew it kind of struggled to do that whenever they introduced new ppl which i guess is my frustration with it? they dont rlly take the time to work them into it, in the same way, and i guess they really cant do what they did with s1 bc they have more plot to cover but its a shame. i feel like there was a way to adapt better esp bc like i said like- a lot of the time... the new characters were kind of just?? unnecessary?

and its like dont get me WRONG i dont think a character has to be actively doing something all the time. i stand by the fact rygel is an important character. i think he balances them out really fucking well, serves an important function on the ship in terms of diplomacy and DOES give really good moments and different perspectives that the others could not give. but i think thats also like... dependent on him being a reliably well established character within the show and a thing that has been demonstrated over seasons and in PARTICULAR early on and its usually done with good measure

whereas jool was justlike... genuinely downright bad for the first few eps she was there and it doesnt really feel like she WENT anywhere either in the end even though she did improve and its like. -_- cmon bc SHE DID HAVE AN INTERESTING PREMISE BUT EERHGHG...

and i also bring up noranti bc she too is kind of... just drifting? dont get me wrong- i actually do kind of like her. i know im listening to a podcast alongside the show- and omg, the hosts HATE her so bad. i think shes definitely a taste thing, so id assume jool is too to some extent, bc characters like this are BUT... i do admit she really... hasnt added anything?

and sorry to do this. but im relating it back to dw again. you know dan, yeah? dan was pointless. i liked him. i liked what he brought to the show and i dont think what they tried to do with him was bad. and usually im of the mindsetof like... oh well if they had some good moments with him it wasnt BADLY spent but no ehrm... look... it kinds was, man. bc look- his stuff was good, but it wasnt so original or unique, and i do think a comic relief character did balance them out BUT... its still kind of, like, lazy to just make a whole character for that, yeah? instead of just... developing the ones you have and committing to them? kind of slapping a bandaid on it? like- can yaz and 13 not be funny and lighthearted? cant they carry scenes? and was his story of, like, some fucking dude so singularly unique that you had to compromise 13 and yaz being alone and working on their relationship more in isolation?

thats a more drastic example but my point is i dont know. shes nice and she has had moments but i jsut feel like her too its like... shes really not necessary and its just- i become super conscientous fo it when it jsut feels... redundant to have them about when theres a lot of other more interesting things to explore. i think they justkinda... needed a fucking plot device to write them out of stuff with her powders but like- cmon man..

ANYWAY GOD

WHERE WAS I WITH ALL OF THIS

fucking hel fuck me ive lost all train of thought i should fucking ginish the episo-

IM SCAREEED IM SCAREDDD IM SCAREDDDDTHGOGUGHGHGHHG

#Egg.txt #Farscape liveblog

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hwaflms · 2 years

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uno! ★ [k.ys]

{ ✉ } 1 new message from yeo <3 : tell that dumbass to move his hand before i move it for him.

[☆] pairing. jealous!yeosang x f!reader

[☆] genre. smut + angst + fluff | established relationship, pwp if we're being honest

[☆] wc. 6.8k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), hard dom!yeosang, bratty sub!reader (sort of), fingering, expilicit language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it besties), use of words like 'slut', pussy slapping (like once), degradation, slight dumbification, spanking, choking (kind of), spit play, oral (mainly f receiving), rough/jealous sex, slight manhandling, dirty talk, yeosang is a lil mean, edging, orgasm control, creampie, slight overstim if you squint, i think that's it– sorry if i missed any!!

[☆] notes. naur cuz why did tumblr ruin the quality of my header :/ anyways, longest fic yet mfs !!! im pretty sure this is going to change in like a day, but i think i kinda actually like this one D: pls pls pls give me feedback in the comments/through asks/tags or reblog it, i would rlly appreciate it >:(

"shut up, i know you have like 7 cards up your ass right now!", shouts san at a poor mingi who sat cross-legged on the floor, having just innocently yelled out an enthusiastic "uno!" and was now being accused of foul play. you laugh along with them at mingi's expense, their rather brash sense of humour being something you're very used to.

"up yours, san", mingi flips him off in return, completely unaware of a sneaky jongho who had just taken a peak at his last card and was now spreading the information regarding the colour of it to those sitting around him.

your boyfriend, who was sat directly across you in the small circle the nine of you had created, gives you a look, one you knew all too well– he was getting tired of the game. in all fairness, you had been playing for a very long time now and you would have been done a while ago if not for san and wooyoung making up sixty different rules, all targeted towards the downfall of mingi who had to pick up what seemed like seventy cards but had now somehow managed to play all of them but one, much to their dismay.

when you and yeosang had first began dating, you had only met a couple of his friends, and even that was just the casual introduction and the odd, occasional wave as you saw each other when you came to visit yeosang in their dorm.

honestly speaking, you were initially glad that you didn't see much of his friends. you knew that the longer you were with yeosang, the more of them you'd have to meet, and this was a thought that made you nervous.

your apprehension didn't stem from a wrongdoing of theirs, no, it came from a insecure place in your mind that told you that your boyfriend's best friends would hate you. it was a rather irrational fear, because what reason would they really have to hate you? nevertheless, you were slowly introduced to all seven of them over the course of time, and your fears quickly dissipated when you saw his friends for what they really were– a bunch of crazy but loveable guys.

you managed to get along very well with all of them eventually, and now you were basically an "accepted member" of their group. that would explain why you were sat in their dorm for more than two hours playing a card game with the eight of them, instead of spending time alone with your boyfriend like you had originally intended to. the second you walked through the door, you were bombarded with greetings and hugs, and then forced into this highly competitive game of uno that was taking way longer to end than necessary.

the only real problem was wooyoung. at least, to yeosang that was the only problem. for some weird and very irritating reason, wooyoung was acting extra flirty with you today. it was not entirely strange because he tended to be a more touchy and affectionate person, that was his way of showing his love for someone, platonic or not. usually, that was fine, but yeosang wasn't liking exactly how much love wooyoung seemed to be showing for you on this day. in reality, wooyoung was probably just being friendly, maybe just in a slightly over-the-top way, but yeosang really didn't see it like that.

"okay, mingi's card is yellow, don't let him win", wooyoung cheekily whispers into your ear, making you turn to face him but then flinch back at the close proximity in which his face was to you. from the corner of your eye, you can see yeosang narrow his eyes at wooyoung but you smile nonetheless, nodding in agreement before adding your "change the colour" card to the pile and deciding on blue, to which mingi lets out a frustrated groan and leans over to pick up a card.

the raven-haired boy sitting next to you seemed very impressed by this, tilting his head back and basically roaring with laughter before slinging his arm around you in a friendly, celebratory manner and pulling you in for a short side hug. "i knew i could count on you." yeosang doesn't view the action in the completely platonic way that you do because he knows his face was a little too close to yours for it to be entirely friendly, yet he lets it slide when the boy lets go of you, but not before glowering at him, possibly trying to catch his eye but he never does.

"it's all fun and games until she gets to beat you", hongjoong calls out to wooyoung after playing his turn, inclining his head pointedly towards you. "and she probably will, seeing as she just eyeballed your cards when you hugged her." wooyoung turns to glare at you with an exaggerated look of betrayal on his face, placing his hand over his chest with a sputter.

"i thought...i thought we were a team", he utters indignantly, shielding his cards from your view by clutching them closer to his body so as to make a point. "we aren't a team, this is a competition", you announce with a mischievous smile, playing your reverse card and smirking at him, now knowing exactly what to do if you wanted him out.

"okay y/n, i see how it is", he mutters, holding his cards with one hand and bringing the other one to poke at your side multiple times, causing giggles to erupt from you at the feeling. you smacked at his hands, trying to get away from them but ever the persistent, he continues his torture on you. well, that was until yeosang decided to finally speak up.

"okay, that's enough, stop playing with my girlfriend and play your card instead", he remarks in an annoyed voice, which mind you, did not entirely deter wooyoung as his hands paused and returned to the game but not without mouthing "this isn't over" to you with a playful scowl. he seemed blissfully oblivious to the menacing glare he was receiving from yeosang, who's eyes turned a little softer when his gaze landed upon you. "sorry", you mouth to him with a wince, to which he shakes his head with a small smile.

the game continues on until seonghwa thrusts his fist in the air in triumph as he all but throws his last card on the pile and wins the game, to which yeosang lets out a very long and very excessive sigh, stretching his arms in the air as he goes to put his cards down since he believed the game finally came to an end, most of the others following suit.

"woah woah, where are you guys going?", san protests, raising his arms in a confused motion. "um, seonghwa won, the game is over?", you reply unsurely, stretching your own sore muscles. you see most people nod their heads in agreement, except san and wooyoung, and jongho, who grimaces with a shrug.

"the game isn't over yet, we have to play until there's only one person left", wooyoung argues with a pout. "c'mon, you can't leave now."

"what? we've been playing for so long, shut up", yeosang objects, standing up in protest. jongho shakes his head and makes an apologetic face as he motions for everyone to sit back down. "we always play until there's a last person. it's how the game works", he states, rolling his head and cracking his knuckles.

"are you fucking serious...", yeosang starts but trails off when he sees everyone else getting back into their previous positions, giving in and following them with a sigh. "okay, who's turn was it?", yunho asks wearily and the game begins once again.

you smile secretly, because you know yeosang just wants to go to his room and watch a show, maybe take a nap, not sit on the floor and play an unbearably long card game with his rowdy friends. he spent all day with them- hell, he lived with them for goodness sake, he really just wanted to cuddle in bed with you for an hour or two. shame, he'd have to wait a little longer.

two more rounds were completed, and you were starting to really feel bad for mingi, who had no hope of winning. every time he forgot to shout 'uno!' at a moderately loud volume, he was made to pick up 10 cards, and now he had so many that he wasn't even bothered to hide his cards from everyone's view, instead laying them out on the floor in front of him so he could sort them out.

"i vote we skip mingi's turn every time from now on", wooyoung quipped when he was taking a little too long to find the card he wanted to play, ignoring the aforementioned boy's shouts of disapproval, teasingly signaling towards san to play his turn.

"don't be mean, woo", you laughed, helping mingi pick a card to play out of his wide spread of options by pointing at one, making him smile brightly in gratitude.

"i'm not mean, just practical", he countered with a grin, sending a wink in mingi's direction, to which he received his second middle finger of the day in return, then turning to pat your knee while he talks. he unconsciously leaves his hand there, continuing the game without batting an eye. yeosang's watchful eyes manage to zero in on this miniscule action, softly scoffing at the audacity his friend had to be so touchy with his girlfriend in front of him.

first, he had to sit uncomfortably on the floor for hours playing a simple card game when he was supposed to be spending time with you. second, he now had to watch his friend, unknowingly or knowingly, he didn't know and frankly, didn't care, sit and flirt with you.

wooyoung, still clueless as ever, was soon baited into going off on a tangent about the authenticity of the rules of the game when hongjoong tried to help mingi by questioning some of them (some of the so-called "rules" were a little fishy sounding, because you couldn't remember ever needing to pick up cards until you got a green one if you played two sevens in a row). caught up his vivid citations of the rules of the card game, his hand remained on your knee, fingers unknowingly tapping your bare skin and playing with the thread hanging from the tear in your ripped jeans.

in the midst of laughing at the situation, you feel a sudden vibration against your thigh, then realizing it was your phone buzzing in your pocket so you fish it out, the screen lighting up in order to show you the new message.

yeo <3: tell that dumbass to move his hand before i move it for him.

you look up from your phone screen immediately to make eye contact with yeosang, who's eyes were trained angrily on wooyoung's finger that was innocently circling the skin of your knee, then flicking to yours. with a slightly sarcastic smile, you give him a look as if to say "really?", before sighing and moving to pick wooyoung's hand up and off of your leg.

you clasped his hand in yours, placing it onto his own thigh, but to no avail as wooyoung only absentmindedly intertwined your hands and continued to rant about the necessity of his severe punishments to mingi, blissfully unaware of the literal death glare he was receiving from yeosang.

"okay, that's it", he mutters angrily but it's loud enough for everyone to stop what they were doing and look at him, and he shoots up from his spot and makes his way to you. he scoops you up in his arms with ease and throws you over his shoulder while you let out a squeal, effectively ripping your hand from wooyoung's loose grasp. ignoring the gasps and protests from his friends, he simply grips you a little tighter and walks out of the room, navigating his way to a very specific bedroom.

"yeo", you exclaimed breathlessly, still a little surprised by the way he so effortlessly picked you up and carried you like you were a little rag doll, tapping at his back to get his attention. "w-where are you going? your bedroom's that way–"

you don't get to finish your sentence because yeosang delivers a sharp smack to your ass, eliciting a tiny cry from you. "i know where my bedroom is", he snaps, placing his hand back on your ass and splaying his fingers, rubbing at the stinging area soothingly. "no, we're going somewhere else", with a smirk plastered on his face, he enters wooyoung's bedroom, all but tossing you on the bed.

you let out a small "oof" when you land on the unfamiliar mattress, yeosang standing by the foot of the bed with his hands perched on the frame while he looks at you so primitively, almost like he wants to devour you. you wouldn't be surprised or bothered if he does– quite the contrary, in fact.

maybe a second or two pass of you and your boyfriend just surveying each other, your lips parted and chest heaving while he looks more calm and collected, but his eyes are a dead giveaway; while he may look composed, you know the very distinct look in his eye, it's one that contains not-so-hidden desire and want.

he crawls towards you, sitting up on his knees when he reaches you so that he towers over your leaning figure, tucking his finger under your chin and jerking your head up to look at him in the eye. you let a sultry smile grace your features, feeling your insides twist and turn in all sort of ways at the thought of yeosang fucking you in wooyoung's room to prove a point.

typically, yeosang was not an overly jealous boyfriend. he actually liked the fact that you got along with his friends, he liked seeing you chat and laugh with them, the sight so natural that it let yeosang feel like you would be a constant in his life.

maybe it was the insufferably long card game– card games were not exactly his cup of tea, and it was possible that the uncomfortable position he had to sit in and endure for so long led to him being a little cranky.

maybe it was because he barely got to spend any time with you today– your attention was occupied by his flatmates the second you entered his dorm, and then you were whisked away into playing a stupid game with them before you could so much as give him a kiss.

yeosang didn't know for sure, but maybe it was a combination of all these things that led to the emerging of the rarely active green monster. seeing you laugh at wooyoung's lame jokes and watching him place his hand on your knee, hug you and then fucking going so far as to hold you hand like it was nothing– it was too much.

"what's got you all riled up?", you mumble, stroking his chest with your finger innocently while you continue to smirk up at him.

"i don't know, maybe it was sitting across from you and watching my friend be all over you when i could do nothing about it", he pipes sarcastically, pushing you down by your shoulders so that you were now lying directly under him while he hovers over you.

"he was hardly all over me", you reply with a brief eye roll, the playful glint in your eye making the corner of his mouth want to curl upwards. "oh yeah? then what was happening?", he scoffs, bringing his hand to your waist to trail it lightly up and down your side, causing you to shiver slightly. with an almost indifferent sounding sigh, you throw both your legs up and around his waist, successfully managing to pull his crotch into yours, grinding against it in a slow manner.

"ugh, i'm bored of this, can we just cut the shit so you can fuck me already?", you remark, trailing your hands up and over his shoulders, linking them around his neck while yeosang keeps his expression neutral, allowing you to continue your ministrations for the time being.

"well, now you know how i felt. did you try and appease my boredom?", he questions, hands griping your hips and holding them down forcefully, inclining his head towards you.

you could just admit that you knew yeosang thought wooyoung was flirting with you and even with this knowledge, you allowed it, because that would be the truth. you were also aware that yeosang wasn't actually mad about it, at least, he wouldn't be after he finished rearranging your insides, because you knew you boyfriend didn't get jealous much and that he was bored as fuck out there and this was the perfect opportunity to opt out of it. the added hint of jealousy he had felt at the time acted as some form of drive to fuck you better, harder.

or, you could be a little mean and continue to tease your boyfriend, playing dumb and purposefully saying things that would piss him off. after all, he did fuck better when he had something to fuck you about, remembering that the last time he got jealous and fucked you over it, you couldn't walk properly for days. weighing the two options in your head, you just had to go with the second one because, where was the fun in the first?

you knew what you were about to say would push his jealousy over the finish line, but that was exactly what you wanted.

"you know, if you're not going to fuck me, i can just go and ask wooyoung to do it instead."

"what the fuck did you just say?"

the growl he let out was almost animalistic, securing his fingers around your throat, applying pressure as he crashed his lips on to yours. the kiss was a searing hot one, full of messy tongues and clashing teeth, his soft lips pressing firmly into yours. his tongue slips into your mouth and as your mouth wraps itself onto it, he grips on to your neck, using it to control and help your lips move along the length of his tongue.

you let out a soft mewl against his mouth and his hand busies itself trying to undo your pants, tugging them down along with your underwear, wasting no time in toying with your clit. "of course you're already wet", he scorns you with a chuckle. he pulls away from your mouth and trails kisses along your jawline, harshy attaching his lips to your skin in random places, nipping and sucking at the area. you cry out at a particularly rough bite, knowing for sure that it would leave a prominent mark, but you suppose that was the entire point.

he tugs at your shirt and you comply, raising your arms so he can remove it. gazing at your covered breasts, he leans in to litter kisses all over the tops of them, sinking his teeth into the plump surface and you groan a little and let your hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging tightly at the feeling, seeing the red spot bloom when his lips are removed.

he doesn't even bother undoing your bra, he just pulls your boobs out of the cups and attaches his lips to your nipple, the force in which he sucked on it making you arch your back against his warm mouth.

"you think wooyoung can fuck this little pussy as well as me?", he all but spits the name against your boob, tongue coming out to flick rapidly against your hard nipple and delivering a rough slap to your pussy, causing you to gasp in both pain and pleasure.

"i don't know, why don't i go ask him?", you bite back, looking yeosang square in the eye with a grin until he suddenly stops playing with your cunt, lips pausing their abuse on your neck as you feel him smile against your skin.

you weren't usually so bratty, no, but you were having so much fun teasing and taunting your boyfriend that you might just start acting up more. he pulls away from your body completely despite your objections, looming over you with a dead serious expression etched on his features. "turn around. ass up", his voice was cold and demanding as he spoke his commands, urging you to do exactly what he told you to do.

he must have thought you were taking too long to place yourself in the position he wanted you to be in, because he does it for you, sighing boredly and pushing your face into the bed, gripping your hips and yanking them upwards so that you lay with your face down and ass up in the air, all for his viewing pleasure. "do you know how to count to thirty?", he asks condescendingly, rubbing his hand along the expanse of your exposed ass. you scoff and mutter a "yes" and his grips your ass, fingers digging into the flesh harshly. you hiss at the pain, trying to swat at his hands but he simply grabs both of them, holding them together behind your back with one hand, the other sliding up and down the skin of your back almost soothingly. "good to see you're not as stupid as you look. count each one."

his hand glides back down to your ass, pausing at one spot before pulling away then bringing it down sharply on to the skin, the sound of the first spank filling up the otherwise silent room. you yelp and struggle a little against his hold, but he only tightens his grasp on. "i thought i told you to count", he snaps, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing the red skin, bringing a gasp out of you. "o-one", you try to say in an even voice, hoping your face remained neutral and unaffected.

he brings his hand down a second time, angling it so that his fingers slap against your ass to provide more of a sting than pain, to which you hiss but mutter a "two", knowing that this was only the beginning.

he keeps this up until you whimper out a "t-twelve", voice trembling significantly more than before, so he scoots a little further down the bed, face-to-face with your ass. he delivers a spank at the same time he licks a stripe up from your clit to your leaking hole, your face contorting and crying out from both pleasure and pain. "enough, p-please", you plead at fourteen, face and ass both a striking red hue, the latter decorated with hand marks. he tuts and places small kisses against your burning skin, delicately blowing cool air at your tender flesh. "enough? already? but we've just started", he laughs sadistically, teeth sinking into the flesh of your ass hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to bring tears to your eyes and to show clear marks.

you lose count along the way but yeosang doesn't really care, switching between slapping your ass to eating your pussy like a man starved, now finding amusement in driving his fingers in and out of your hole at a fast pace, enjoying the sounds of your mixed pain and pleasure. your pussy is a leaking mess, and your skin feels as if it was on fire thanks to your boyfriend's harsh punishment, one that he was loving.

"what number are we on?", he asks even though he is aware that you don't know, wanting to further push you over the edge.

"d-dont know, please– need to", you blubber incoherently, wooyoung's pillowcase soaked with your tears and spit, yeosang's hand still pushing your further into the bed with every slap.

"need to what?", he chuckles, fingering your hole while his thumb slides along your slit and toys with your abused, throbbing clit. "are you so fucked out already that you can't even talk properly?"

you whimper pathetically, making him scoff but pick up the pace of his fingers, the sounds of his fingers and your wetness so loud and dirty. you can feel your high approaching, your moans increasing in volume and pussy clenching around his fingers, alerting him of your upcoming orgasm. "gonna cum–", you gasp but you don't get to finish the sentence because you are soon wailing, the knot in your stomach tightening but you achieve no climax, yeosang pulling his fingers out of you before you can do so.

you let out a loud sob against the pillow, rolling on to your side just in time to see yeosang stick his wet fingers into his own mouth, moaning at the taste of you and sucking them dry. "aww, did the poor baby not get to cum?", he pouts in a faux sympathetic voice, the corners of his mouth pulling down into a frown. "that's because dirty little girls don't get to cum. no, my baby's been such a brat today, hasn't she?"

you shake your head weakly, hips bucking up into nothing as tears stream down your face in rivulets. "no? you haven't been a bad girl?", he questions, palming himself through his pants. you shake your head 'no' once again, eyeing the evident tent formed in his pants. "well, i disagree."

he spreads your legs apart, diving right back into your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit, pulling away just to spit right into your hole, adding to the wet mess. your clit is already highly sensitive, and when his teeth graze it lightly, you all but scream out, bucking into his mouth.

he withdraws from your sopping cunt for a bit to speak, mouth and chin glistening with your arousal. "yeah, fucking scream. let everyone know who's making you feel this good", you know who the supposed 'everyone' is, aware that it was really only directed at one singular person and at any other time you would have rolled your eyes, but given the current state you were in, all you could do was moan out into the room in response.

just like what happened a while ago, you sense your high nearing once again, this time you felt it even stronger than before, the lack of release previously making this one bound to be even more delicious. it seemed that yeosang knew your body like the back of his hand, instantly picking up on the signs indicating your approaching finish. "you wanna cum, sweetheart?", he enquires, giving out small kitten licks to your cunt, holding your somewhat spasming hips down. you nod frantically, bringing a hand down to tangle in his hair, an action he ignores for time being.

he returns to his administrations on your hypersensitive pussy, this time, enclosing his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth but then pulling away right before you could cum, leaving you high and dry again. the cry you let out is weak and tired, throwing an arm across you face as you sobbed into it, yeosang holding on to it and moving it away to reveal your face.

"god, look at you", he breathes in awe, taking in your appearance. "you look so fucking pretty when you cry." he marvels at your red, puffy face, taking it in between his hands and wiping away the tears with his thumbs gently, the action feeling very ironic because he was the one who got you in the state to begin with. you peer up at him, all weapy and pouty and he thinks you look so fucking perfect.

looking past you and at the pillow you head rested on, his lips quirk into a smirk. "look what you've done to his pillow", he mumbles more to himself than anything, a proud look in his eye, eyes travelling over the various wet spots on his pillow and then further on the bed. "gonna fuck you from behind so that you can drool on to it."

you're past words at this point, so deprived of an orgasm and so needy that you'll take literally anything he gives you. "think i should fuck your little cunt yet? hm? think you can take it?"

you lift your head up and nod it as vehemently as you could manage, arms stretching out towards him, without the intention of actually grabbing anything. "words, baby", he orders, taking ahold of one of your hands and placing kisses on your knuckles, the feat a stark contrast to what he really wanted to do to you. the whine you release is pitiful really. you're so needy and desperate and tired that you can barely manage to move your head, and now he wants to try and piece together intelligible words?

you pull through eventually, much to his surprise. " i c-can take it, yeo. 'm a big girl", you blabber with your teary eyes ogling at him innocently, and he smiled and he caresses the side of your face with his knuckles. he trails his fingers down to your your mouth and toys and prods at your bottom lip with his thumb, eyes widening slightly when you open your mouth to suck on his thumb without him even asking you to do so, mouth engulfing it as the actions only serves to make blood rush to his cock. "yeah, you're gonna take it."

he pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a 'pop!', chuckling at the string of saliva that connected to your mouth. he breaks the string by collecting some more of your spit in his fingers and rubbing it all over your face. as if the two of you hadn't defaced the premise of wooyoung's bed enough, you feel more of your juices leak out of your tormented cunt and on to his sheets because of this, much to yeosang's delight.

he withdraws from your naked body, and you only then realise that he is still fully clothed. something about this fact makes more warmth pool in your stomach, the power dynamic proven more obvious because he's fully clothed and you're the complete opposite, entirely at his mercy. pulling his shirt off and tugging his pants and underwear down in one go, yeosang is finally on the same level as you physically.

he stands by the edge of the bed, holding the base of his cock, stroking it near your face. he's already impossibly hard and the sight of you doesn't help his case in anyways. noticing yeosang's cock out of the corner of your eye in your nearly brainless condition, you open you mouth wide for him out of habit, making him coo half adoringly and half mockingly. "would you look at that? haven't even said a word and your opening your mouth for me like the cock-hungry slut you are."

he scoffs, slapping his cock against your lips then moving it away, eyes following the way your mouth chases after him. "a little while you go you had a lot to say. what happened now? have i fucked you dumb without even having fucked you yet?"

you don't even respond, wrapping your lips around the head of his dick and reaching out to grab and what you couldn't fit in your mouth, and yeosang laughs at you. it's a mean, condescending laugh and you shouldn't like the way it sounds as much as you do, yet it's music to your ears. "as much as i love fucking your mouth, i think we'll save that for another time. i think you're ready for my cock now. you think so?"

you've learnt by now that yeosang appreciates your verbal affirmations, and that he probably won't give you what you want unless you tell him you want it, so that's what you do. "wanna feel you in me, sang, please fuck me", you mumble drowsily, your eyes droopy but still so filled with desire.

that was more than enough for him, raising an eyebrow with a cocky smirk. "i'm going to wreck you." a promise he most definitely kept.

he picks you up easily, flipping you over once again, holding your somewhat shaky body in place now that you were on all fours with your ass facing him. he observes your figure, eyes lingering on your ass for a little while longer with the intentions of spanking it one more time just for the hell of it, but changes his mind, deciding you've had enough of that for one day. what he can't do, however, is stop himself from sliding his tongue into your pussy to lap up your juices again, causing you to jolt forward to which he places a kiss on your inner thigh, whispering a small "pretty baby".

lining his cock with your entrance, he spreads your wetness around with the head of his cock, slowly pushing the tip in. you hold back a groan, awaiting the feeling of being stuffed full of him, but it never comes since he teasingly removes it, slapping the top of his cock against your pussy. you're so far gone already that you just whine, tears filling your eyes to the brim and yeosang takes pity on you, or maybe he doesn't, because he rams his cock into you at full speed, thrusting into you roughly without waiting for you to adjust.

you hiss and cry out at the initial stretch, but the feeling of your cunt being taken by yeosang's dick is so intoxicating that you can't seem to find it in you to care. yeosang fucks into you with every ounce of energy he has left in him, digging his fingers into the skin of your hips and throwing his head back with a hearty moan. "fuck, you feel so good angel. this dirty little cunt takes me so well", he grits his teeth and drawls, voice thick with arousal, your pussy clenching around him as your body is already so accustomed to the feeling of him.

he pulls out of you once again, and you are more than ready to complain because you are sensitive, on edge and you really need to just cum, but there is no need for that as yeosang slams his cock right back in to you, repeating the action several times.

yeosang pistons into you, faster than he ever has before and the sounds of skin on skin and his hips meeting your ass ricochets off the wall of wooyoung's room. "look at what we're doing. fucking this pussy in my best friend's room", he chuckles in a sadistic manner, and you know he's enjoying the location way more than he should.

contradictory to his prior wishes, he does land his hand on your flesh once again, making sure to rub the sore spot right after. you wish you could see him right now. you can only imagine how beautiful he must look, covered in sweat which makes it look like he's glowing, head thrown back with the most mesmerising sounds slipping from his lips.

right on cue, he lets out a soft moan as his hips snap into you, grinding and rotating his hips a little to heighten the immense pleasure you were feeling. you vocalise your wishes to him, and he's more than happy to oblige. you lay yourself back down in the previous position you were in, on your back and him hovering over you. he hooks his fingers under your knees, scooting closer on the bed and wrapping your legs around his defined waist.

he slides his hands up and down your thighs gently as he positions himself again, sliding into you with ease due to all your wetness. he picks up where he left off, this time lifting up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder, fucking into you in this new angle.

in doing so, you let out your loudest moan yet and he knows he's found you sweet spot, so he continues to thrust into you in the same spot, bringing a hand down to rub furiously at your clit. "oh, right here?", he teases, slowing his thrusts marginally, gyrating his hips with a grin. a couple curses and other incoherent words are all you can get out, feeling like you were on cloud nine with the way ueosang was treating you.

"fuck, louder, baby. let everyone know what's happening to you in this room."

it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what was happening behind the closed door, but you couldn't stop yourself from groaning out loud if you wanted to. you knew he was close, but you were closer.

his thrusts are getting more sloppy, and his grunts are increasingly frequent, letting you know of his stance. "are you close, angel? gonna cum all over my cock?", his words sound strained and he seems have to lost his meaness from before, but you were still so spaced out that all you could do was incline your head the slightest fraction, but he understands and lets out a small laugh. "good. i want you to scream my name as you cum."

the hand that was playing with your pussy speeds up along with his thrusts, circling your clit, pinching it and rubbing it between his fingers. with the combination of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot and with the heightened sensitivity and pleasure you were receiving from his fingers, you knew you were about to comply with his demand. it's his last words that do it for you.

"next time, i'm going to bring wooyoung in here and make him watch while i fuck into oblivion."

you feel your entire body go limp as you cry out his name and cum, yeosang thrusting into you shallowly to help your ride out your orgasm, letting you come down from your high. you notice that he hasn't cum yet and you are about to question it before you see the sinister looking grin etched on to his mouth, mumbling a "my turn", before he pulls out and then rams into you again, mercilessly thrusting.

you quite literally scream, every part of you so sensitive having just achieved orgasm, but you can't deny that the pain feels good. his hand reaches down to squeeze your boob, tweaking the nipple with his fingers. your face is streaming with tears again like before, yeosang cooing as his thrusts become more sporadic. "there, there, baby. fuck, you look so pretty, all for me."

when he finally cums, he stills his hips completely, letting his cum fill you to the brim, holding a continuous groan until he finished. he pulls out and you can feel some of his cum drip out of you, yeosang's eyes trained on the sight of your glistening cunt that was pumped full of his seed and he pushes some of it back in with two of his fingers.

you squirm in discomfort a little and yeosang hushes you, leaning down to pet your hair softly. "did so well for me, angel."

he smooths your hair down and off your face, wiping your tears away as your breathing becomes more steady. "my perfect baby", he praises, taking one of your hands in his and bringing the fingertips up to his mouth to press kisses against. your preen at the praise, corners of your mouth curving up into a dopey smile, mumbling small a "thank you", feeling your eyelids starting to droop.

he flops down in the space next you with a tired sigh, both of your chests heaving and eyes wanting to shut. he turns his head to the side to look at you, a soft expression taking over his face as his lips curve into a smile. your eyes are closed but you feel his knuckles caress your cheek tenderly and you lean into his touch, whining a little. "we should probably get you cleaned up and out of wooyoung's room", he mumbles with a weary chuckle, laying on his side and slipping an arm around you, pulling you into him.

just as he moves to press his lips against yours sweetly, the two of you hear hushed whispers coming from the other side of the door.

"do you think they're done yet?"

"why are they so loud?"

"shut up, they can probably hear you!"

"okay but, do you think my fucking bed is still intact?" "why'd they have to go fuck in my room."

judging by the tone of voice and the words, you can only presume that the last person to speak was wooyoung, and you almost feel bad about corrupting his poor bed, but you know yeosang doesn't because of the proud smirk plastered on his mouth, and you slightly smack his chest with a laugh.

someone from outside knocks on the door. "what?", yeosang calls out, sounding sleepy and spent. wooyoung sheepishly tells you of his plans, voice growing fainter, which tells you he is walking away.

"uh, you guys can like, keep my room for tonight. i don't think i want to sleep there knowing what just happened."

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requests for headcanons?? i want to request something a/b/o related bc im a slut for that au all day, everyday. Gimme gimme gimme an alpha damiano x omega reader hc?

Damiano first becomes attracted to you in school when he's 16 and you're 14, but knows it's hands off until you're older. So instead of being romantically tied to you, he's your protector. Having gone through puberty so recently you're oblivious as to why this really cute alpha seems to be on the fringes of almost every threatening interaction at school. Just his presence and other alpha's knowledge that he's looking out for you means a lot of people don't even try to fuck with you. Even at 16, Damiano has a reputation of having more than enough brawn to back up his ego.

At some point, when you've just turned 15, he has to step in. Plenty of people regard 15 as the age of consent, even though thats not the law. So to slimy alphas you're "fair game." Its not that everyone necessarily agrees with this, but since you're 15 they don't go to the trouble of disputing it. Suddenly, everyone is looking at your different. The day of you happily announce to everyone that you're 15, ignorant to the implications. Suddenly, instead of occasionally being there, Damiano is usually on the fringes of interactions with other alphas. He cringes every time you mention your age.

One day, you stay later at school than everyone because your English grade is shit. You see Damiano drive off with 5 friends packed into the car, so when you're walking through the halls after most of the teachers have left, you feel nervous. Its twilight outside. It gets dark so early this time of year, and you're walking to the bus stop. You can hear footsteps behind you, and see some alpha a couple grades above you, walking. You force yourself not to assume that he's following you, its a school for fucks sake. But then he jogs to catch up to you "wait up." You make polite chitchat and this dude just keeps getting further and further in to your personal space, and the panic starts to set in because you're at the mercy of the quality of his intentions. Turning a corner, he cuts it too close and runs into you. You assume that its a total accident, take a couple steps back to give him room, and find yourself backed against a wall. It's totally irrational to look around for Damiano. You're just so used to him being there when you're uncomfortable and realize how many moments like this have been prevented just by his silent presence. Knowing what couple happen, you start to dissociate, hope he doesn't knot you or worse, mark you. His smell makes your limbs feel like jelly, but at the same time it makes you gag. This alpha doesn't even get the chance to put his hands on you before he's wrenched backwards and lands on his ass, elbows scraped bloody. It would be totally irrational to expect Damiano to be there, and yet he was. You're so shocked that the only thing you can hear is the ringing in your ears. You watch his mouth move, but can't hear the words. It's easy to infer however.

This asshole scrambles to his feet and runs as soon as possible. You keep your eyes half way closed, not wanting to see the violence of two alphas tearing eachother apart. Damiano pledges to hunt the other alpha down once he gets you home safe, promises that theres no where he can hide. Your friends had whispered that Damiano had established that he had dibs on you by constantly hanging around, so other alphas couldn't touch you. Thing is you didn't want to be touched by any of them so all advances were unwelcome. You'd grown accustomed to having the schools sexist alpha as your guardian angel, but were too shy to to approach him, so this is the most direct contact you've had with Damiano. When he turns back towards you, chest heaving, canines sharp, eyes black, vine prominent, you don't feel any fear. There's no concern that he's going to threaten your bodily autonomy in any way, even though he could totally over power you.

Unsure what to say, but so shaken, you throw yourself into his arms, hugging him. He's absolutely frozen stock still then he hugs you back, gently. When you don't let go, not ready to face the situation and give up feeling so safe in Damiano's arms, his hug becomes more secure. He rests his head on yours, face pressed into your scalp, and god you smell fucking amazing. Its the scent that originally attracted him, that made him wander around school trying to figure out who the fuck is that for days before finally identifying you.

Now that its so close and so immediate, the urge to protect is barely stronger than another urge he has. She's too young, she's too young. He reminds himself that he's no better than that other creep if he acts now. He has to wait, he made a promise with himself to wait. Still, the way you cling to him, hug him like he's an old friends instead of a near stranger, it feels so fucking right that Damiano can't remember why he kept his distance why he had to watch you grow, mature, discover yourself, find your identity, before he can insert himself into your life. It's the moral thing to do. But he lets himself have this one moment where he's not just guarding your right to become yourself, where he gets to be up close and intimate, even though it's just a hug. Christ how do you smell better than you did a second ago? How long have you been hugging? How should he school his expression when you pull away? Doing the right thing is eating him up inside.

Thing is you don't pull away and he doesn't have the strength in initiate. You guys must look so fucking stupid hugging for 10 minutes in the middle of the sidewalk. But you're scared and young and have just realized your own vulnerability. The urge to be your alpha has never been so clear so how the fuck is he to pull away when you need him? The fact of you needing him makes Damiano feel dizzy. "thank you. I choose you, too." " you don't have to." "I know the same way you knew." "okay. but not now, we have to wait."

he takes you home and on the drive the fear abates. Damiano's smell is so delicious and exciting, but also soothing. Being in a car with the windows closed is heaven. everything is so potent and fuck he's beautiful. Damiano is the kind of handsome that you don't dare be attracted to in a real way, because his beauty is unreal. But this close, your body is reacting without your control. and really, would you control it if you could? You literally ache for him. in your entire groin and

can feel yourself slicking up. Its embarrassing, producing slick at 15. it felt too revealing, like you didn't have control, like you were engaging in something adult that you weren't ready for yet. But for once that wasn't the case. Of course Damiano can smell it, thats only logical. But you didn't need logic because the tendons on his neck were standing out on his neck as he tensed, then rolled all the windows down. That made you feel embarrassed, that he didn't like your smell. "I'm sorry." "it's not your fault. I scented you accidentally." he says it through gritted teeth, and you realize that the glands on his wrists had rubbed off on your jacket. producing pheromones in such an intense moment was natural, so it made sense. "did I scent you?" you're timid. "Yes." Damiano had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

looking around, you realize you've turned off of the main roads into your neighborhood. "how do you know where I live?" Damiano winces and curses under his breath. "shit, I meant to pretend I didn't so I didn't freak you out. and now that I'm saying it I realize this is also creepy." you should be fazed, but you're not. "has someone followed me home before?" "no, but I thought they were, so I was trying to be safe." "why haven't you ever talked to me before." Damiano lets out a semi-hysterical laugh. "because you're too young right now." "to talk to?" "look at us right now. we can't even be in a car together." you see his logic, but more so you see the chemistry that Damiano did, but you hadn't noticed the extent of before. "so how long do I have to wait?" "until your 16th birthday at least." without this interaction that would have been excruciating, but now you audibly gasped. "a whole fucking year?!" Damiano doesn't respond, attention direct forward. He tries to set his jaw, but ends up smiling. "Please tell me we can renegotiate." "Over the phone, I can't think straight right now."

he pulls up to your house, gaze set forward despite how unnatural it is not to look at you in this moment. "we can be casual friends over the phone exclusively, maybe," he decides. "but if you wan't to date, you should." "that looked visibly painful to say." Damiano chuckles, shaking his head and looking downward, still hellbent on not meeting your eyes.

"do you want to mark me?" his breath catches in his throat. Damiano hadn't expected you to volunteer that until a couple moths into dating, so over a year from now if he could fucking stay to his schedule. obviously everything in him screamed yesyesyes yes yes yesssyesss. he wanted you to tilt your head to the side, bearing your scent gland for his teeth to bite right here, right now, in the passenger seat of his car after your first conversation. that was totally fucking irrational, and he wanted it just the same, primally so. "I would want to mark you more than anything. but I won't. because no one will come near you, and I want you to choose me as I have chosen you. with some experience under your belt." "you really thing you're that scary?" he meets your eyes and you stop breathing. right, so teasing wasn't something you could do either. you let in a sharp exhale. "so platonic friends who never talk in person?" "fine."

"will you kiss me just once?" Damiano lets out another chuckle, noticeably more unhinged as he releases then resumes his grip on the steering wheel out of nervous habit. "No, that would undermine the while purpose." you sigh, tugging on your lip with your teeth as you figure out how to phrase this. "I want to say something that is totally genuine and not because I want to undermine your decision." damiano nods exactly once and turns all his focus to you. "I've never been kissed by an alpha before. it's probably going to happen some time soon, during a really shitty hookup, or after an awkward date, or tipsy at a party during some sort of game and its going to really suck. I'd rather it be you." A gorgeous blush rose in Damiano's cheeks as his bit his lip, face concentrated. "I was so scared tonight, but I just knew I could trust you and that you were safe and I've never felt that with an alpha before. It seems inevitable that I'm going to feel uneasy and thats just vastly unappealing to me. so thats it, thats what I wanted to say." "okay." a full smile blooms on his far, showcasing his beautiful teeth. not only did the deeply appease the territorial aspect of his alphaism, but he could maybe probably justify it to himself.

he takes you away from your house, so a park, where the parking lot looks over the water. its no too isolated, theres other cars in the lot, just no people. they're all down at the beach. the entire ride your vibrating with excitement, slicking up again. its only a couple minutes from your house. you came here as a child and as soon as he puts the emergency break on you're leaning in. "y/n this is an extremely awkward way to kiss." he says fondly. you feel yourself blushing, inexperience not on your side.

damiano gets out of the car and you follow, around to the front. he leans his weight on the hood of the car, looking out at the water and you want to demand that he look at you. "c'mere" he beckons, pulling you into his side. you turn towards him, looking up at his profile while the butterflies in you stomach are building in force with the ferocity of heartburn. if he doesn't kiss you soon you're gonna spontaneously combust. he turns towards you after a torturously long moment. "hug me again" he requests. This time he pulls you up on your toes instead of leaning down and when you move back from the hug he kisses you. it's not a peck, its longer and theres much more passion there, but he pulls back after a couple moments. you forget to close your eyes, and you heart sinks at the look of satisfied finality on his face.

If this was all you get for the next year you were going to make it count. closing your eyes, you bring your lips back to his, throwing your arms around his neck to bring him closer. with only a moment of hesitation, Damiano responded. determined not to kiss like you were inexperienced, you focused on just the right about of everything in steadily increasing increments. pressure, shape, movement, tongue. and each time you ratcheted it up a notch Damiano followed. you found yourself leaning on the hood of the car, and Damiano boosted you up to a sitting position, stepping between your legs. he seemed lost in the kiss, which was exactly what you wanted, and after all he'd just turned 17 a couple weeks ago. in a skirt, you slick had soaked through your tights and all you wanted in the whole world was for Damiano to peel them off of you. bring him with you, you leaned back on the hood of the car, trying to get the both of you horizontal. Damiano followed as you pulled gently on the sides of his shirt, coaxing. he let out a growl that made you tremble in a way you never had before. first kiss, first communication with canine dialect, and hopefully about to be your first knot. taking the plunge, you lay back and pulled Damiano on top of you, only for the metal of the hood to make a popping noise as it dented from your weight. the sound brought Damiano out of his alpha haze and he realized that fuck no I'm not mating a 15 year old on, not even in, my car at a public beach. get a fucking grip. "woah, woah. I said a kiss" "a kiss I'll be thinking about every day for the next year

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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kwonhoshi0 · 3 years

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𝟒𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 | valentines event

navigation | requests : open | 14th feb 2021

“It’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend seems to be a bit nervous, will he be sharing his first time with you? or maybe trying out some new kinks and toys? Why don’t you come join us and find out!”

pairing : denki x fem!reader

genre : smut, fluff

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : 17+, smut with a plot

themes : read -> ,praise!kink, thigh riding, use of electricity, established relationship, almost being caught, nipple play, daddy!kink overstimulation, cum play, first experience, aged up (third years), spit play?, soft dom!denki, biting

thank you so much for letting me participate in this event loves! corruption masterlist

event : @ultimate-astridwriting

it’s valentines day, unlike last year or the year before you were actually excited for today, now that you have a loving boyfriend you have something to look forward to.

you woke up besides your boyfriend in his dorm room, his head layed comfortably on your chest and his arms around your waist you giggled at how cute he looks, his hair hung over his eyes as his lips were stuck in a pout, you carefully moved his hair out of his face. ‘morning denks’ you smiled at him as he hummed in his morning voice ‘morning sunshine’ he shifted from your chest moving up and nuzzled his nose into your neck nipping and kissing at the skin making you giggle, ‘what time is ittt’ he drawled his breath hot against your neck, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table pressing the power button, ‘it’s 8:30’ you mumbled into his hair placing your phone back down, ‘imm sleepy’ giggling at his antics you pinned his arms down so you’re now on top of him and kissed his forehead before peeling away from him running into the bathroom.

you grabbed some shorts since you only slept in your underwear and one of denki’s shirts last night, slipping them on you carefully squeezed some toothpaste on your toothbrush and wet it a little under the faucet before brushing your teeth, after a couple minutes you spit the aftermath into the sink the tingly taste lingered in your mouth. where is it you thought before noticing the cleanser bottle, after a couple minutes you finished your morning routine and fixed your hair up.

slipping back into your boyfriends room you opened the curtains about to pull him out of bed you noticed he’d already gotten up, so you hopped downstairs and fixed up some coffee, ‘happy valentine’s day my baby’ denki slipped behind you his hands resting on your waist as he smothered you in kisses, you laughed as you hugged him sighing into him as comfort washed over you ‘happy valentine’s day denks’.

‘you’re both fucking disgusting’ bakugou groaned as he eyed you both from the table, you snickered as denki walked behind bakugou and ruffled his hair, ‘GET OFF ME DUNCE FACE’ he yelled making you both double over in laughter, during their bickering momo slid over to you leaning against the counter, ‘i’m going to do it’ you gaped at the girl ‘really!? you’re finally going to tell her you like her?’ you smiled jumping a little ‘shush! yes i’ll do it, but i need help’ you nod like a child at her words. ‘what do you need help with?’ you smiled sipping your coffee, ‘since we’re all going to go to the movies i need to get her alone to ask her, i have a little idea, maybe you could ask if we could go on a double date and we tell the others but you and denki go back to the dorms or something so we’re alone !, i know that if i just ask her to talk alone everyone’s going to question us’ you listened carefully smiling every couple seconds, ‘of course! momo i’m so so proud of you’ you hugged her, she returned the hug resting her chin on your shoulder ‘thank you y/n this means so much’ before you could say anything back denki came back to pester you ‘heyy hands off, she’s mine’ he said childishly making grabby hands at you, you grinned at him rolling your eyes.

after breakfast you hopped up the stairs to your room opening your closet door, what do i wear you thought brushing your hands across the line of clothes. in the end you decided on a black miniskirt and a dark green oversized jumper paired with some jewellery and boots, you did your makeup before hearing a knock on your door, opening it you smiled. ‘woah baby, you look amazing as always’ he admired, his hand traced your face until his finger reached your lips you bit him playfully as his face inched closer to yours ‘suck’, you suppressed a whimper and did as he said, your lips wrapped around his finger and he watched intently before pulling his hand away and catching your lips with his own, his lips moved in sync with yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip making you groan into his mouth, in that moment he slipped his tongue into your mouth moving against your own slowly, ‘Y/N DENKI ARE YOU READY TO GO?’ mina yelled from downstairs, sighing you both pulled away, you giggled at his flushed state ‘we’ll finish this later babe’ he whispered entwining his hand with your own.

you guys took UA’s minibus to the movies, even though it wasn’t far you all wanted to scream songs as long as you can, so after lots of yelling and singing you arrived at the cinema, you sat inbetween denki and mina, you love the aesthetic of the cinema, the dimmed lights leaving only a screen to brighten the room, you leaned over to your boyfriend nudging your nose against his cheek ‘hi baby’ he laughed at your motions taking your hand with his own kissing the back of it before moving his hand to your cheek giving you a gentle kiss, you didn’t realise your friends all watching you ‘alright we get it you’re in love’ mina pouted before slumping into your shoulder ‘i want someone to be disgustingly in love with’ the pout not leaving her lips. you moved so your head was on top of hers ‘you’ll find love bub’ to which she just sighed ‘denki can you please give me your girlfriend, i think i’m in love’ you all laughed as denki took the arm closest to him and trapped it between his own arms ‘too bad she’s mine’.

after a lot of popcorn and fizzy drinks it was time for your plan with momo, ‘hi ! jirou.. would you like to come on a double date with kaminari and y/n’ momo blurted out a little red, ‘oh.. i’d love to’ she said as warmth took over her face. ‘im so proud of you !!’ you half yelled hugging momo, ‘i was so scared she’d say no’ she sighed in your arms smiling. in the distance denki’s eyes flickered to you, a comfortable smile on his face as he watched you, the girl he’d do anything for, his eyes twinkled ‘i’m so lucky to have her’ he said quietly, ‘i remember when you had the biggest crush on her and you couldn’t even talk to her’ kirishima laughed admiring the love you share.

-‘oh- uh hi y/n’ the blonde boy stuttered out, ‘hey denks are you okay?’ you smiled at your crush, it was 8pm you and all your friends were at a beach, and since you’re in your first year you weren’t really allowed to be outside this late but no one had to know that, the sky in front of you was setting in hues of blue and pink, rippling like a puddle with the essence of magic. ‘i’m okay but you look cold’ he avoided your gaze looking at the goosebumps on your skin, you both sat around the campfire with your friends, mina and kirishima played cards as bakugou yelled at midoriya, momo and jirou talking about the ocean, sero and tsu comparing their quirks, the waves crashing on the beach. ‘i’m a little cold but i’m okay’ you smiled shifting closer to him, his breath hitched a little, instead of asking he just took a jumper from his bag and motioned you to lift your arms up which you rolled your eyes and did as he giggled, ‘thank you denki’ your eyes look like gems he thought. ‘denki?’ you were pouting he smiled at your expression leaning towards you a little ‘mm’ you giggled at him taking his hand from his lap onto yours, he looked up at you with bug eyes ‘can i-um’ he started he lost his words staring at you , you looked away smiling at his shy side and shifted closer to him your knees now touching. to see his reaction you placed your chin on his shoulder making him stare at you harder with the same bug eyes, you lifted your head a little now feeling his breath on your lips, nudging his nose with your own you kissed him, gently moving your arms around his neck and he relaxed into it placing his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, he hummed into the kiss which made you smile, feeling you smile into the kiss you both pulled away. ‘dont laugh at me’ he pouted as your friends stopped and closed their mouths which were open in shock and yelled things along the lines of ‘FINALLY’ and ‘DENKI YOU DIDNT ELECTROCUTE HER’.-

that was yours and denki’s favourite day and here you are still going strong 2 and a half years later, you both only lost your virginity earlier this year but you trusted eachother and couldn’t imagine losing it to anyone else.

‘hey denks it’s time to go back to the dorms’ you smiled tugging on his hand, ‘jirou said yes!?’ he asked as his eyes lit up with joy for his friend ‘of course she did dummy come onn’. for the next hour you were meant to be watching a mini movie but for the plan momo had come up with you were meant to be back at the dorms and jirou and momo at the ‘double date’ in the restaurant next to the cinema.

10 minutes later you arrived at the dorms and threw your bag on his gaming chair before slumping down onto your boyfriends bed sighing. he laughed moving your bag to the end of the bed and sitting into the chair, ‘baby come here’ you glanced over at him motioning to his lap ‘mmm tired’ you pout as you shuffled over and climbed into his lap, he shifted forward slightly to allow your legs to sit behind his back. ‘how long do we have until the others get back?’ he said into your neck, glancing at the time you replied ‘uhh around 40 minutes’ you felt him smirk into your neck before biting down making you suppress a whimper ‘perfect’.

‘denks what are you-’ before you could finish your sentence he reached under your jumper and cupped your breast, squeezing it slightly. you sighed as your head fell back grinding down into him, ‘feel so fucking good’ he groaned catching your lips with his own, your mouth a mess of tongue and saliva together, you both pulled away a string of your spit between you, as he pulled your jumper off he thrusted his hips up making you moan out and whine at the lack of friction, wetness pooled beneath your legs, he parted his legs a little and picked you up placing you on his thigh, ‘wanna try something new sunshine’ he whispered darkly in you ear, you nod at him making him move towards your ear biting at it ‘use your words’. whimpering you said

‘yes denki p-please’

he smirked at your words pushing your hips down into his thigh your wet panties rubbing against him, groaning he gripped your thighs ‘so fucking wet, i wanna see you get yourself off on my thigh’ he whispered his breath tickling your neck, embarrassed you started moving your hips groaning as your back arched slightly allowing space for denki to move his mouth down from your neck to your bra, he slid the straps down and sighed in pleasure at your hardened nipples taking one into his mouth and kneading the other with his fingers, his other hand pushed down on your hip as you worked against his thigh, he moaned loudly from your thighs rubbing against his cock, you felt a familiar knot in your stomach ‘d-enki i need more’ you whimpered, he moved his hand from your hip down to your clit as he moved up to your collarbone sucking dark patches across your body chuckling he sighed ‘you want my sparks again baby?’ you shuddered and moaned at his words, he rubbed messy circled on your clit a few sparks of yellow emitted below you both as you got faster on his thigh, you were shaking from the sparks but it felt so good ‘good girl, you look so fucking hot like this, your cum all over my thighs’ he groaned as his eyes rolled back a little, the knot in your stomach began to grow his fingers still working at your clit, you brought a hand down to his cock swiping over the head with your fingers the precum coating the tip, he shuddered at your touch moving his lips back to your tits, he could feel you close to your high, ‘let go baby, cum all over my legs’ you brought his hand over your mouth as you moaned out releasing over him, he did the same hearing your moan.

breaths heavy he lifted your hand up from his dick back to your lips ‘open up’ you did as he told, he shoved his fingers in your mouth and watched as you sucked them clean groaning at the sight.

‘6 minutes till they get back’ he smiled ‘do you think we have time for-’ you read his mind ‘mm no harm in trying’, he grinned lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you fell onto the bed giggling, ‘couldn’t have put it better myself sunshine.’

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Two Homes (part 1/7) - Nikolai Lantsov

Request: nope! Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader Summary: you live in Ketterdam, and your life is alright. things get excited however, when you receive royal mail Warnings: none Word count: 2K A/N: first time doing a (mini) series and I am ✨ nervous ✨ but this idea has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m planning on writing seven parts :) enjoy reading! PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST: @godsofwriting @im-constantly-fangirling add yourself to my tag lists here

You would always be torn between leaving Ketterdam, and staying in the city. You have a good life, it’s comfortable. Given that your father is one of the wealthiest merchants of the city, you could basically get anything you wanted. You had more money than you could possibly spend in one lifetime.

But still, you weren’t happy. Your father may have a lot of kruge, he certainly didn’t have a heart of gold. All your life you’ve known him as a greedy, rude and unfair man. You’d give up all of your kruge in a blink of an eye if you could trade it for a different life.

Your friends didn’t understand. They told you to be grateful. That many would kill to live in a mansion like you do, and to have the amounts of money your family has. But you had learned wealth doesn’t always mean happiness.

For years, you watched as your father treated people like garbage, simply because they didn’t have enough money in his eyes. He’d blackmail people, or worse. You couldn’t stand it.

Which is why you decided to join the Dregs a couple of years ago. In secret, of course. Your father doesn’t know. You took every precaution necessary to prevent him from finding out. You’d rather not find out all the things he’d be capable of.

With the help of the Crows, you’d been stealing small bits of your father’s fortune. You either give it to the Dregs or transfer it to your own personal bank account, one your father didn’t have access to.

To keep your identity a secret, only a few Dregs know your true identity. You use a fake name and whenever you’re at the Crow Club or the Slat, you wear your hood pulled down as low as possible, hiding your face from curious eyes. All precautions because you know all too well what gang members would do with a rich merchant’s daughter.

You like hanging out at the Crow Club. Mostly because the Crows don’t treat you like a merchant’s daughter. They treat you like, well, Y/N. To them, you’re one of their own. And you’re glad they’re your friends.

The Crow Club is also a place where you can relax. At home, you’re always on your toes, keeping a close eye on your father. He had the annoying habit of marching into your room unannounced. When you told him you wanted a lock on your door, he merely laughed it away.

So, yes, you’d prefer the Crow Club full of thieves, gamblers and other criminals to the mansion you live in.

Of course, your father doesn’t know you spend most of your time at the Club. You take longer walks, you make sure you’re not followed, and conceal your face whenever you make your way to the Barrel.

Once inside the Club, you walk to your usual table, and there’d always be someone around to join you.

Right now, you’re sitting at the table with Nina and Jesper. Enjoying a drink and a game of cards. You’re happy to be amongst your friends, laughing at their jokes and beating them at cards.

You look up when you see a familiar redhead approach your table.

‘Hi Wylan!’ you say as you enthusiastically wave at him. Wylan smiles at you as he sits down next to Jesper. Jesper raises his hand at the bartender to order another round of drinks as Wylan shrugs off his coat.

‘I’ve got something for you.’ says Wylan, while looking at you.

You raise your eyebrows in question as you finish your drink. ‘Watch out, Jesper, I might steal your boyfriend.’ you chuckle.

‘Oh, no, you won’t.’ says Jesper, reaching out and pulling Wylan's chair closer to his own, making Wylan blush.

‘He’s going to ask me out on a date, I can see it on his face.’ you say, failing to keep a straight face.

‘What? No!’ says Wylan, looking from you to Jesper. ‘No, I’m not asking you out on a date, I’ve got a letter for you.’

You frown. ‘You’ve got a letter for me?’ you say. ‘Why wasn’t it just delivered to my house?’

‘I don’t know.’ says Wylan. ‘Someone stopped me in the street and told met to give it to you. They said it was urgent.’

‘How did they know you knew where to find me?’ you ask him as you take your new drink the bartender passes you.

Wylan shrugs. ‘I don’t know. She had a pretty heavy Ravkan accent, though. I tried to read the address to confirm it was yours, but I couldn't.’ he says. You notice a slight blush on his cheeks, but ignore it.

‘Is the letter from Ravka as well?’ you say.

‘I think so.’ says Wylan, finally pulling the letter out of his coat pocket. ‘I mean, it’s got a pretty distinctive seal on the back of it.’

Before you can ask him anything else, Jesper snatches the letter out of Wylan’s hand, looking at it.

‘Why would a Ravkan send you a letter?’ he chuckles, flipping the envelope around in his hands. When his eyes fall on the seal, they widen. ‘Correction.’ says Jesper, while looking at you. ‘Why would a Lantsov send you a letter?’

Now your eyes widen as well. ‘What?’ you say. ‘That has to be some kind of joke.’

You lean over the table and take the envelope out of Jesper’s hands. You take another sip of your drink as you look at the seal on the back of it. Indeed, the Lantsov double eagle is on it.

‘Nina.’ you say, turning to her next to you and handing her the envelope so she can look at it as well. ‘Do you have any idea as to why your king would send me a letter?’

Nina looks at the seal as well, running a finger over it. ‘I don’t know.’ she says. ‘But this looks like a legitimate seal, though. It’s on the ones I get as well. I don’t get a lot of them, but I do recognise that seal. This isn’t a fake.’

She hands it back to you and your flip it over in your hand. When you look up, you see all three of your friends looking at you.

‘Why would he send me a letter, though?’ you wonder out loud. ‘And how does he even know I exist? Or where to find me?’

‘Well, after all, you are a merchant’s daughter.’ says Jesper.

‘Shh!’ you quickly say. ‘We’re still in the Crow Club, Jes!’

Jesper quickly apologises, looking around to see if anyone heard him. But the people around you are too caught up in their own drinks and games to have heard anything you were saying.

‘But why would the king of Ravka keep track of Kerch merchants? He only approaches the merchant council for loans. And if he needs to contact them, he sends letters directly to the members of the council.’ you say.

‘Well, you won’t know until you open it.’ says Nina. ‘Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t even know you.’

‘You’ve got a point.’ you say. ‘And I can’t deny I'm curious.’

Slowly, you open the envelope, pulling out a short letter. You’re well aware of all of their eyes on you as you read the message.

“Dear miss Y/F/N Y/L/N,

My name is Nikolai Lantsov (as you probably would have guessed upon seeing the wax seal on the envelope), I’ll spare the ink and not name all of my titles. Though my triumvirate would like me to.

I am writing you to tell you I am hosting a ball, one week from now, at the Grand Palace in Os Alta, Ravka. You are hereby invited to attend said ball, at the end of which I will choose a bride.

I await your response, and I promise there will be good wine.

Yours sincerely,

King Nikolai Lantsov, of Ravka”

You read the letter over and over again, trying to get the words to sink in. Nikolai Lantsov himself wrote you an invitation. To a ball at the Grand Palace. And he’d choose a bride. Someone to be his queen.

You snort and throw the letter on the table.

‘Well, that was interesting to read.’ you say.

Jesper moves to pick up the letter, but Nina is faster. Wylan and Jesper lean in closer, and she softly reads the letter out loud. You see looks of surprise and confusion on their faces as Nina reads the letter.

When she’s done, they all look at you in confusion. You chuckle and take the letter from Nina’s hands, folding it and tucking it in your pocket.

‘Do you think I could sell this to the highest bidder?’ you say. ‘It’s got an authentic Lantsov signature on it.’

‘Why on earth would you do that?’ says Jesper.

You look at him. ‘You don’t seriously think I’ll go?’ you say.

‘Duh!’ says Jesper. ‘Why not? Y/N, this is a king. And he’s inviting you to a ball. You could become queen!’

‘I have no intention of becoming queen.’ you say, finishing your drink. ‘Besides, I don’t want to leave Ketterdam.’

‘I bet Os Alta is a whole lot nicer than Ketterdam, though.’ says Wylan.

‘And have a servant do every little thing for me? Eat the finest food all day every month? Go to balls and war meetings? No thank you.’ you say.

‘Why do you talk about it as if it’s a bad thing?’ says Wylan.

‘Because I told you, I have no intention of going to a ball and becoming queen. If you’re asking me, I think writing that letter was a waste of ink and paper.’ you tell them. ‘Besides, if he’s smart, he’s going to marry a Fjerdan or Shu princess to establish an alliance. Even if I wanted to go, there’s no way he’d pick an ordinary Kerch merchant’s daughter to be his queen.’

‘A word of advice?’ says Nina.

You look at her and motion for her to keep on talking.

‘I’ve met Nikolai several times. He’s a good man. Would it really be that bad to even attend? You’re not agreeing to marrying him, you’re just going to a ball. Why not give him a chance?’ she says.

‘Because I think balls are a waste of time. And money. And simply because I don’t want to play dress up and act like a perfect daughter.’ you say, getting up and putting on your coat.

‘At least think about it?’ says Nina.

‘For your sake, I will.’ you say. ‘I’ll even pretend like I haven’t made my decision yet.’

‘It’ll be great for your reputation!’ says Jesper as you move through the crowd toward the door.

‘I’m not going to Os Alta!’ you yell at him over your shoulder. When you’re at the door, you wave goodbye at them and head outside. It’s a particular cold night, and you wrap your coat tighter around you and pull your hood further down.

Somehow the invitation feels like lead as it sits in your pocket. So Nikolai Lantsov himself invited you to the Grand Palace. Though you’re flattered, you’ve already made up your mind.

You’re not going to Os Alta. After all, what could be waiting for you there that you couldn’t find in Ketterdam? You’ve got very good friends here, plenty of kruge, and you live in a mansion.

Surely Os Alta couldn’t offer you more than that?

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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