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tfw you read criticism that's mostly normal but then takes a sharp turn directly into "women only like this character because he's hypermasculine and they only think with their ovaries and he's a traumatized bad boy they want to fix" and you just have to put the phone down because you're supposed to be past dealing with shit this bad-faith
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#can't believe i had to read that from a blog that seemed to be otherwise erudite and taking itself seriously#does that mean that person just honestly believes 'women are stupid sex-crazed creatures' is a normal credible argument??#i even checked the notes and nobody was like hey what the fuck#and of all things it was about t*b*r*m*#who is...really not what I'd call the ur-example of hypermasculinity#but the notes were all like oh yes this makes sense#and I'm still sitting here the next day going kids? wtf? girlies you're really letting someone talk to you like this?
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୨ PODCAST ୧
summary: matt leaves the podcast because of his brother's jokes, and y/n comforts him.
warnings: cussing, sad, fluff
notes: this fanfic was a request! also english is not my first language so im sorry about any mistake
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The day with the Triplets has been a little stressful, specially for Matt. Each time he spoke, his brothers would joke saying that he was being way too ‘depressed’ and ‘miserable’. Or Nick would always answer with ‘Yeah, yeah nobody wants to hear about that shit’.
Now, after they invited me to their podcast, here I am, sitting next to my boyfriend, holding his hand gently.
As Chris and Nick keep talking over their brother, calling him ‘Miserable Matt’ I could see him getting more annoyed, his eyes watering, and it feels like I'm the only one seeing his discomfort.
I don’t really know what to do, cause obviously his brothers are just joking, and I'm not sure how to intervene without making things awkward.
They keep teasing him over and over.
“I'm not going to sit here for like another 55 minutes or some shit.” Matt’s voice getting slowly lower.
“What? What was that? That mumble? I can’t understand you.” The older triplet mocks him, but he tries to ignore it. “Ok go ahead-“
“Now you are ‘mumble Matt’ too” Chris laughs after Nick’s comment. “It's like I can't even understand what you are saying, sounds like rocks rolling down a hill, your voice”
I try to end the conversation "Can we just-" Before I can finish, Chris and Nick burst into laughter "Can we start the podcast?" I try again, but Matt lets out a heavy sigh.
Nick continues “it literally sounds like an avalanch coming out of your mouth” Matt gets up aggressively, starting to leave the room “I’m not doing this shit anymore.”
“Oh come on Matt!” Chris says chucking. They laugh some more as I just think of what to do. I get up from my seat, hurrying after him “Hey.. Matt..” I begin, attempting to catch his attention. However, before I could reach him, he gets in his room, and slams the door in my face, leaving me standing outside. I'm sure this is not just about the stupid jokes they were making.
I hesitate for a moment before making any move, thinking if I should open the door, i’m sorry, but I can't just ignore the urge to check on him.
With a deep breath, I reach out and calmly push the door open. Inside, I find Matt lying on his bed, his face buried in his pillow, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
“Can we talk love?” I say quietly closing the door behind me.
He lifts his head, his eyes red and puffy, his expression a mixture of sadness and anger. "What do you want?" His voice defensive.
Ignoring his tone, I move closer and sit on the bed.
With a gentle touch, I reach out and place my hand on his back, offering a silent gesture of comfort. For a moment, we sit in silence, until I interrupt it.
“Can you tell me what has been going on lately?” I ask softly, my voice filled with concern.
“Nothings going on” He sniffs, still with his face in the pillow “I’m fine” His voice barely above a whisper.
I shake my head, not trusting his words. "You don't seem fine to me" He stays silent, I take a deep breath.
I adjust my position, leaning against the headboard of the bed. I decide to take a different approach instead of talking “Come here..” I pat the spot next to me, in sign for him to come closer “Let's just cuddle for a bit."
He completely stops acting rude in the moment I suggest it, Matt scoots closer, laying his head on my chest, his arms around my waist. I stroke his smooth brown hair. I kiss the top of his head. We stay like this for some good ten minutes.
He presses his face into the crook of my neck and whispers with a shaky voice “I’m just so fucked up..”
Gently, I cupped his cheeks, lifting his head from my neck, making him look into my eyes “Matt.. Why do you say that?”
"I just.. I don't know" He admits. "I'm just so fucking exhausted of feeling like this all the time..”
I sigh, I hate seeing him in this state. “Since when do you feel like that?” I wait patiently for Matt's response, he looks away.
“I don’t know.. For some long time now.. I guess I've been trying to push it away, but it just keeps coming back, over and over.” As he spoke, I could see the pain in his eyes.
"I'm sorry I couldn't see it sooner babe.." I whisper, reaching out to gently brush away his tears. "I should have known something was wrong." I kiss his forehead.
He shakes his head "It's not your fault" He murmurs "I don’t want you to worry"
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. "But I do worry, Matt" I confess softly. "I care about you more than anything."
He buries his face deeper into my chest. "I love you so much.." He whispers, his voice muffled by the fabric of my shirt.
"I love you too.." I whisper back in his ear, squeezing him tightly.
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sorry this is so short 😭😭
tags: @muwapsturniolo
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo smut#sturniolo smut#fanfic#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo triplets x reader#sturniolo x reader#st
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NOBODY’S BUSINESS ✹ luke castellan
part one
( summary ) social media au where luke’s sudden spike in confidence turns a few heads, including the head of your ex who just loves to jump in other people’s business
( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader , mentions of ex bf! hephaestus camper x reader
( notes ) this feels a bit rushed bcs i’m sick rn but i hope you guys enjoy anyway!!
♫ American Teenager by Ethel Cain
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yourusername proof that percy doesn’t actually hate luke
seaweedbrain hey girlie!!! can you take this down like immediately?? not to sound to mean or anything but i can and will find you 😇
yourusername you’re such a cutie perce
seaweedbrain kys
sarahdawson totally wasn’t held at gunpoint for that last pic guys no need to worry
connorstroll we weren’t worrying but thanks anyway ig
sarahdawson sleep with one eye open.
lukecastellan 2/10 post
yourusername sorry for messing with your tough guy image 😔
lukecastellan actually it only loses points bcs there’s no pics of you
chrisrodriguez WOAHHHHHHH
sarahdawson HIS BALLS FINALLY DROPPED
clarisselarue bit sad to know they weren’t completely crushed after the red team kicked their ass icl
yourusername oh trust they were all whining about it the second i put away the camera
clarisselarue good.
GROUPCHAT — chb’s finest
clarisselarue: y/n what is max doing in your likes…
sarahdawson: HES WHAT
sarahdawson: oh he’s brave
yourusername: IDK HE JUST APPEARED
yourusername: like a bug
seaweedbrain: or a rat
yourusername: that too
lukecastellan: he’s on his way for training with me rn so i’ll go extra hard on him
silenabeauregard: homoerotic subtext goes crazy
yourusername: thanks luke but really you don’t need to do that
yourusername: like i’m over him now and i just want to forget about him altogether
lukecastellan: he deserves a hard time for what he did to you anyway
lukecastellan: you deserve way better than that
lukecastellan: i mean anyone would
seaweedbrain: great save bro
lukecastellan removed seaweedbrain.
sarahdawson: oh you took that one personally
DIRECT MESSAGES
clarisselarue: ok when did you get game
lukecastellan: idk what you’re talking about
clarisselarue: oh please spare me i’ve had to watch you make googoo eyes for the past two years you can’t lie you’re way out of this one
lukecastellan: seriously idk what you’re talking about clarisse
clairsselarue: ok fine whatever but HYPOTHETICALLY if you were to try anything with my girl i want you to know that i approve but trust if you go a toe out of line then you will be dealt with
read.
♫ My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski
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yourusername you’re the only thing i’ll ever thank a man for
yourusername thanks max
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sarahdawson I SAW THAT COMMENT GIRL THAT WAS BRAVE
drewtanaka surprised sar isn’t screaming for photo creds for the second slide
sarahdawson bcs i didn’t take it……..
silenabeauregard WOAH WHAT
pipermclean yourusername hey sis can we have a chat please
yourusername nope i’m doing cabin checks rn #counsellorissues
wisegirll i’m doing cabin checks rn though???
silenabeauregard the plot thickens
lukecastellan glad to see you listened to my advice
yourusername felt bad keeping my beauty from everyone
lukecastellan it was a rough time without it
groverunderwood chrisrodriguez now THESE are moves
chrisrodriguez LOOK AT MY BOY GO gods is this what normal parents feel when their kids go to college
maxwalsh nice earrings
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seaweedbrain we all saw that comment right…
clarisselarue yes.
DIRECT MESSAGES
maxwalsh: hey can we please talk
yourusername: no
maxwalsh: please babe cmon you didn’t even hear me out
yourusername: because you tried to kiss sarah you fucking asshole
maxwalsh: no it wasn’t like that you don’t get it
maxwalsh: look can you just meet me by our old spot and i can explain everything
yourusername: no
maxwalsh: babe you’re not acting like yourself
yourusername: bcs it’s not her, she’s asleep rn and she’s not your “babe”
maxwalsh: who tf is this???
yourusername: doesn’t matter
yourusername blocked maxwalsh.
lukecastellan posted to their story!
SARAHDAWSON replied to your story
sarahdawson: WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH SLOW YOUR ROLL WHAT
CLAIRSSELARUE replied to your story
clairsselarue: “idk what you’re talking abt clarisse” oh i hate you so bad
SILENABEAUREGARD replied to your story
silenabeauregard: i’d know that silhouette anywhere…
CHRISRODRIGUEZ replied to your story
chrisrodriguez: i’m a bit hurt i wasn’t told in depth about this before but i’m too proud to pay attention to it GOOD FOR YOU MAN
MAXWALSH replied to your story
maxwalsh: so it was you who had her phone the other day
maxwalsh: wtf man
lukecastellan: womp womp
lukecastellan: you snooze you lose and you lost big time
♫ Nobody’s Business by Rihanna, Chris Brown
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lukecastellan and it ain’t what??
yourusername AND IT AIN’T NOBODY’S BUSINESS
clarisselarue ok edward cullen why are you eating her neck like that
silenabeauregard everyone i took the hammock pic thank me please 🙏😇
yourusername thank you beautiful angel
seaweedbrain cute i guess…….
chrisrodriguez I ALWAYS HAD FAITH IN YOU BRO EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT YOU WERE A LOSER WITH NO GAME, I STAYED ROOTING FOR YOU
lukecastellan appreciate you bro
lukecastellan wait people said that about me???
wisegirll my favs 😭🫶
yourusername AWE ILY ANNIE
seaweedbrain oh i’m just dirt to you then? chill.
wisegirll you’re so dramatic percy
seaweedbrain oh so mental health matters until I’M the one hurt? cool.
lukecastellan and y’all were saying i had no game
seaweedbrain okay luke see that’s just not funny because your dad literally dances on a revolving stage for a living
lukecastellan had to bring out the dad jokes because you know i’m right?
seaweedbrain why is your old age pension ass beefing with me instead of talking to ur girlfriend… weird behaviour
sarahdawson too cute i fear
sarahdawson but you i must remind you mr castellan, i made it onto her feed first. you will ALWAYS be second to me. always.
drewtanaka anyone else hear weeping from the hephaestus cabin…
leovaldez it’s really depressing
leovaldez i think he just punched a hole in the wall
cbeckendorf he did
pipermclean LMAO WHAT A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭☠️☠️
( taglist ) @perseus-jackass @harrysnovia
#charlie bushnell x reader#luke castellan x aphrodite!reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#percy jackson and the olympians x reader#percy jackson x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo x reader
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Hotel Voluptas: Check(ed) In (You)
voluptas (latin; noun): pleasure, satisfaction, delight
pairing: idol!Mingyu x fem!reader
genre: smut, strangers to lovers!AU (sorta) - minors dni.
warnings: hotel sex, oral (both receiving) protected sex, mean dom!mingyu, degradation, mild jealousy (reader is a carat and her bias ain't gyu lmao), spanking, rough sex, multiple orgasms and positions, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, dirty talk, use of petnames, mentions of threesome, mentions of panic attack (it's not actually happening dw)
word count: 4k
summary: you're just a regular tourist in Seoul who visits a regular hotel to spend your nights. except the hotel isn't your regular one - let alone its patrons and needs.
Author's note: this is an altered version of a mingyu dream i had a few nights ago msdnfsmnfs thank you to @playmetheclassics for coming up with the title and @idyllic-ghost for beta-reading this fic 💕
nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17 @lovelyhan @luvv4svt @novalpha @wonderfulshinee @foxinnie8 @sstarrysshit @threedalla @enhacolor @seuomo @spk93 @snoozeagustd @strawberryya
unable to tag: @kkakkameori @patisseriam @0717luv @coachukaishairband
©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.
“Good evening, sir Lee. The usual?”
“You know me, Hyun,” the man clad in total black clothing whips out his credit card to slide over the machine, the familiar sound of the accepted payment ringing like music to his ears.
“We’re all good! Here’s your key, sir.” The receptionist hands over the key to the unknown man and the latter heads off with a slight nod. A couple of bills is all he leaves behind for the receptionist - a thank you gift for his continuous discretion.
Lee Saejin. That was the registered name for the room reservation.
But it’s obviously a fake name - besides, nobody would really care if a random guy was staying over in a hotel surrounded by oddly well-kept rumors.
But the idol Kim Mingyu spending his nights off in this hotel, sleeping in the arms of a different person every time he visits? Press scandal worthy, to say the least.
So he settles with a silly fake name and escapes through the danger exit doors - not that he minds, when he gets much needed sexual relief after hellish weeks of tight-packed schedules.
All of the stressful thoughts are discarded once he steps into the room and he’s met with a gorgeous lady, sipping on what seems to be expensive champagne.
“Hey there,” Mingyu greets the woman as he discards his coat and takes the hem of his shirt to remove it.
“Let me do the dirty work, mister,” she gets up and holds his wrists, gently peeling them off the fabric so she can take it off herself, “Can’t have you doing more work than you already do, right?”
“As if you haven’t been working your pretty ass off, sweetheart,” he smirks and pulls her flush to his body, his hands kneading her ass over the silky dress.
“I think we should do less talking-”
“And more fucking?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Ugh, why is it so hard to find a decent hotel at a decent price?!”
You want to slam your laptop on the table and crush it into tiny pieces. You have one chance to go to South Korea and the only thing that’s stopping you is finding a damn hotel to stay in.
It’s either an over-the-top super expensive hotel that you need to sell both of your kidneys to afford a couple of nights or it’s a very dingy motel in a suspicious neighborhood.
“No….Not this one….Definitely not this one….Not this one either….”
Suddenly your eyes fall on a neat-looking hotel, with a very good score in reviews.
“Oh? Perhaps?” You scroll through the pictures of the site, the hotel rooms looking exactly like what you’ve been looking for - it almost feels like it’s too good to be true.
You check out the reviews and a few giggles escape from your lips while reading them.
“You will not regret staying in this hotel ;)”
“10/10 would go visit again, spent the best nights of my LIFE”
“you’ll literally spot celebrities in there I’M NOT FUCKING KIDDING”
“Celebrities? Wow, people have a lot of humor,” you chuckle, “But it’s a pretty good hotel - Got nothing to lose, right?”
You don’t hesitate to book a room with a double bed (a girl just wants to lay like a starfish) and pay with your credit card, the booking confirmation arriving in your mail inbox shortly after. You proceed to book your flight tickets with a beaming smile on your face, excitement coursing through your entire body in the forms of jitters.
I’m gonna have so much fun.
You feel like you were put in the blender and got splattered on the floor.
Maybe it’s because you haven’t traveled by plane in a long time, maybe it was the duration of the flight, or a combination of the two - either way, you just wanted to faceplant in the mattress of the hotel bed.
You feel very grateful to the taxi driver who offered to carry your suitcase until the entrance of the hotel. You thank him for the ride and hand over the corresponding amount of money, bidding him farewell.
You walk through the glass doors of the hotel and you suddenly feel very much awake.
The whole place feels so luxurious yet not intimidating, as if it’s calling you to explore its deepest parts. You look around you and see people waiting at the lobby, the majority of them wearing face masks and you feel conscious for not wearing one.
You timidly approach the reception counter, dragging your suitcase behind you. You ring the bell on the marble counter and wait for someone to appear.
“Good evening, miss. What can I do for you?” The receptionist appears and you’re blown away from how dashing he looks.
“Um, hello, I’ve booked a room under the name Y/N L/N? I-It’s one with a-”
“A double bed, yes, I am aware,” the man chuckles, “It’s not like we have single beds in this hotel.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said that the rooms in our hotel do not have single beds.”
You blink twice. Is he serious right now?
“Um,” you scratch your cheek, “May I ask why?”
“Miss Y/N, are you aware of the services we provide here?”
“What is that supposed to mean? Isn’t this just a regular hotel where people spend a few nights to rest after visiting Seoul?”
He takes a quick glance left and right and moves his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion and you inch closer, purely out of curiosity.
“Do you see all those people waiting here?”
You nod in agreement.
“They wear facial masks because they don’t want to be recognized in public.”
Your eyes go wide and your brain recalls all of the reviews you read online - they were fucking true.
“Are you saying that they come here to fuck?!”
“Shhh! Don’t be so loud!” he shushes you in a panic, “But yeah, that’s what they’re here for - that’s what this hotel is for, technically.”
Just your fucking luck.
“There was none of that crap on the website!” You whisper in a state of panic.
“What did you expect, miss? To write ‘hello we have rooms for you to fuck your brains out with other people’?” He deadpans with a straight face.
“Okay fine, you have a point,” you huff in annoyance, “But isn’t that, like….Illegal?”
“Illegal? Oh no no, there are no sex workers here, only people of high social profile who want to have a good time,” he clarifies, “We’re just the confidential party who run this hotel.”
“So, um..” you trail off, “Does that mean I’m obligated to share a room with someone here?”
“Of course not! You did book a room for one person, after all.”
“Okay….” you answer and think for a while, but your thoughts are as clear as a cobweb.
“You can call me Hyunjin, by the way.” The receptionist introduces himself after a long time.
You give him a quick smile and go back to the ordeal of putting your thoughts in a coherent order.
“Hey, Hyunjin?”
“Yes?”
“Do idols come here too?”
The man licks his lips before smirking.
“I am not allowed to disclose such information, my dear.”
“So they do,” you narrow your eyes at him.
“Again, I am not allowed to disclose such information.”
“Fine, I’ll find out for myself, then.” You muster up your confidence.
“Excellent,” Hyunjin smiles and pulls out a piece of paper and a tablet, “Want me to hand you over a pen?”
“Yes please,” you answer without lifting your head from the papers you’re reading, quickly realizing it is indeed, a NDA. Of course they would have those.
You carefully check all of the pages (including the footnotes) and you sign the NDA without a fuss, Hyunjin’s signature following right after.
“What’s that for?” You look at the bright screen, filled with a list of names and X marks.
“This is where we store the information of our regular clients and the rooms they usually stay in,” he explains, “The X marks next to the names you see indicate that these people are already with someone…If you get what I mean. Also, there are the gender symbols to indicate...well, their gender.”
A notification comes up in your phone and you slide it out of your pocket, mumbling a quick sorry to Hyunjin, so you can text your friend back that you made it safely to Seoul. The man takes a quick glance at your phone case, pursing his lips tight.
“Okay, where were we? The clients, right?”
“Yes. That is, if you want to try meeting one of them - You can always keep your reservation as it is and quietly spend your nights here on your double bed.”
“Well,” you bite your bottom lip, “I’m a single girl in Seoul to have fun, might as well get laid with someone hot, right?” You tilt your head in a cheeky way.
“As you wish, miss - Have you decided on who you’re gonna pick?”
“Hmm, let’s see…”
You carefully check the list with all the unmatched names and your eyes fixate on the name Lee Saejin.
“This one.”
Now it’s Hyunjin’s turn to be surprised, but he’s only allowed to nod and do the reservations.
“You just had a really weird expression on your face.”
“Who, me? Nope, definitely not!” He defends himself while trying to put down the necessary information to complete the process.
“What’s wrong with the name I picked?”
“Nothing at all,” he bites back a smile, “On the contrary, you picked a really good one.”
“Okay….” you side eye him, “Can I go now?”
“You’re too eager for someone who looked like splattered jam on the floor not too long ago.” He hands you over the card key for the room.
“You’re one peculiar receptionist,” you take the key and drag your suitcase on the smooth floor.
“Hope you enjoy your stay in Hotel Voluptas, miss!” Hyunjin yells before you disappear behind the elevator doors, which earns him a few irritated glares from other guests. He clears his throat and absentmindedly smooths over his hair and clothes, going back to his business
“Hoo boy, she’s in for a real treat.”
You feel like a lunatic.
If anyone else was in your shoes, they would have run the fuck out of this place and take the first flight back home.
But you feel excited. Almost ecstatic.
You never thought the reviews/rumors you had heard about Hotel Voluptas were actually true but now that you’re one step away from finding out who Lee Saejin truly is.
You take a deep breath before opening the door and check underneath your shirt to make sure you’re wearing a pretty lingerie set - just in case, you know.
You slide the card key over the electronic lock and the door opens. You enter the room and you quickly realize there’s nobody inside.
“Huh? That’s weird,” you close the door behind you and set your suitcase next to the wardrobe. You take a look around the room, noticing how neat and pristine it looks. You sit on the bed and touch the sheets, your palm gliding over the silk.
“Damn, that’s real luxury right here.” You let out a low whistle.
“You should see the jacuzzi, that’s peak luxury.”
The unknown voice scares you so much you end up falling down on the carpeted floor with a thud.
“Ouch…”
“Shit, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” The stranger bends down to help you stand on your feet, your ass slightly stinging from the sudden impact.
“Yeah, I think so-” you raise your head and look at his face, any coherent sentence dying down in your throat and any rational thought disappearing from your brain.
The man standing in front of you - the half naked man - is Kim Mingyu.
Kim fucking Mingyu of Seventeen.
You cover your mouth in shock, sitting on the bed to realize what the fuck is going on.
“You must be Y/N, right?” Mingyu speaks.
“No, I’m not.”
“What? But I’m sure Hyunjin sent me the correct info…”
“Wait, my info?!”
“Um, yeah. For the NDA, y’know?”
“Oh. Right.”
You don’t know if you want to jump out of the window or jump his bones right this instant.
“I know this is sudden, but that’s how things work in here,” he flashes his signature smile, his perfectly white canines shining brighter than your future.
“Is this even real?”
“You can always touch me, y’know?”
“NO!”
“No?”
“Wait, I mean yeah- Shit, I-”
“Do you need some time alone? I’m kind of worried right now,” Mingyu admits with a nervous look, “I don’t want you to panic right now.”
“I just- Hyunjin did tell me that celebrities come here, but I didn’t expect to see YOU of all people!” You admit with a wheeze.
“I mean, I am a guy with sexual needs as well.” He lets out a chuckle.
“But you were supposed to be at your dorms and resting!”
“Says who?”
“The news channel live…..You left the airport with the members in the cars….So I assumed you….” You trail off, your voice getting quieter.
“So you’re a fan, huh,” he smirks, “That makes it even better.”
“Y-Yeah, hence the shock….”
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
“Oh, so now you’re gonna pull the shit you do at fansigns, huh?” Your demeanor changes as you sit up on the bed.
“Is it working?” He towers over you, adjusting the towel around his waist, your eyes zoning on the water droplets cascading from his beefy chest all the way down to his v-line.
“Maybe.” You admit and you feel your cheeks flaring up as he climbs on the bed, his body frame hovering above yours.
“Good, that means my game is still going strong.”
“Or your fans are way too whipped for you.”
“You’re not a gyuldaengie?”
Fuck, wrong move.
“Who is it, darling?”
“Not telling you.” You challenge him.
“No need to tell me, I already know either way.” He grins like an imp as he stretches his arm to pick up your phone from the floor.
“Wonwoo hyung, huh?”
“Hey, give that back!” You try to take the phone back, but he pins your wrists above your head with his hand.
“You wish he was here instead of me?”
“And what about it?”
“Too bad he’s a fucking loser who does gaming lives for his fans.”
“Shut up, I love those!”
“Of course you do - It’s just that fucking pretty girls like you is way more fun, don’t you think?”
You let out a shaky breath at his words - Kim Mingyu just called you pretty and it has you melting on the spot.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks you with a whisper.
“Please.”
It’s all Mingyu needs to put his lips on yours, his hands now perched on your clothed body, fingers dancing dangerously around the hem of your shirt.
“Just take it off already!” You squirm underneath him.
“So demanding, tsk…” He takes off your shirt and unbuttons your jeans, leaving you only in your lingerie.
“Demanding yet dressed for the occasion, I see.”
“It was coincidental!” You defend yourself, “I just like wearing pretty underwear, is that bad?”
“Not at all, darling,” he licks his bottom lip, “I always appreciate pretty things on pretty people.”
He presses a chaste kiss on the column on your neck, and another one on your collarbone, and a lot more scattered over your chest and abdomen, paying extra attention to your lower stomach, just above the hem of your thong.
“G-Gyu-”
“Oh so we’re on a nickname basis now?” Mingyu hooks his fingers on the thin elastic band and slides it down your legs, letting out a whistle when he spreads your thighs all the way to your hip bones.
“Not that I mind you calling me Gyu, obviously.”
“You’re so insufferable, oh my God, just lic- AH!”
You moan out loud when he parts your lower lips with his thumbs and starts sucking on your clit.
You thread your hands in his silky black hair, pulling it each time he presses his tongue a bit harder on the spots that make you squirm beneath him.
You always knew Mingyu had very attractive lips, but feeling them making out with your pussy in such a sloppy manner makes your head spin.
You let out a particularly loud moan when you feel his thumb stretch your hole, all while he spits on your clit just to lick it even harder than before, followed by a particularly harsh suck.
“Fuck!” Your thighs squirm and almost close around his head, but he keeps them open with his arms, his chocolate eyes staring at you.
“You’re really squirmish, aren’t you?”
“It’s not my fault-”
“That I’m eating your pussy so good you don’t want me to stop?”
God, you really want to slap him. But he’s right.
“Aren’t you going to say anything, darling?”
“You stopped eating my pussy.”
Mingyu clicks his tongue in annoyance and flips you around, lifts your ass and goes back to eat you out like a starved animal.
“Oh my- Fuck, it feels so fucking good, Gyu!”
“Oh yeah? Would Wonwoo hyung eat you like this?” He smacks your ass.
“Mmmfh-”
“Answer me, pretty girl.” He smacks your ass again, a bit harder this time.
“I won’t fucking tell you!”
“Bratty little bitch,” he clicks his tongue in annoyance and gets up from his place, circling the bed to stand in front of you, finally dropping his towel.
Big would be too little of a word to describe what hangs between his legs.
You gulp audibly, mouth salivating at the sight of his deliciously thick cock, your insides jolting at the thought of his length splitting you in half.
“What, you see a nice dick and turn all dumb and drooly?” He pumps his cock with his fist right in front of your face.
You crawl a bit closer to him and slap his hand away to wrap your lips around the fat tip, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth.
“You’re so much more eager than I thought, sweetheart,” Mingyu groans and puts his hand deep in your hair, “Would you suck Wonwoo’s cock like that too, darling?”
“I’d suck it harder,” you take out his cock and stroke it with your hand, a shit-eating grin on your face, “Does that answer your question?”
He pokes his cheek with his tongue and slaps your cheek with his cock twice before he’s pushing you on your back again.
“Well too bad he’s not here now.” He opens one of the nightstand drawers and pulls out a condom, ripping the packaging with his teeth to roll the latex over his cock.
He climbs on the bed again and throws your legs on his shoulders, tapping his dick on your slicked cunt a few times.
“I’ll just fuck you to oblivion instead.”
“Now I know why everyone calls you an overgrown puppy,” you giggle, “You’re all bark and no bite, Gyu.”
Your lips morph into an ‘O’ shape when Mingyu slams his dick inside you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“I’ve had enough of you running your mouth all evening,” he grits his teeth and tugs your bra down, letting your breasts out of the lace, “For someone who was so shocked to find out that people fuck in this place, you’re awfully bratty.”
“Then fuck the attitude out of me, big guy,” you taunt him, “Just like you’ve been boasting all evening.”
“With pleasure.”
Mingyu folds you in half and starts drilling his cock in your pussy with a newfound hunger, all the exhaustion he had accumulated from the flight gone in the blink of an eye.
“Your pussy is so fucking good, taking my cock like a fucking champ.” He moans and gropes your tits, his big hands squeezing the soft flesh.
“Your cock fucks me so good, Gyu, you’re so good to me, fuck!” You grip the sheets, nails digging into the silk.
“Oh yeah? Dick so good you’re not thinking about that bias of yours anymore?”
Your pussy clenches around his shaft, Mingyu’s eyes turning hooded.
"You greedy little slut," he juts his hips a bit more forcefully, "You would love to fuck Wonwoo, wouldn't you?"
Yes, you definitely would - you can't even bring yourself to count the times you've thirsted over the cat-like man in glasses for the most dumb reasons.
"Of course a pretty slut like you cannot be satisfied with one dick," he speeds up his thrusts, "Need something to fill your bratty mouth with, right?"
"F-Fuck, yes!" You cry out, thighs starting to tense on his shoulders.
"Maybe I should take a picture of you sucking my dick like a lolly and send it to hyung," he taunts you, "Show him what his fans are actually doing in their free time."
"Shit, Gyu!" You scream Mingyu's name and your back arches off the mattress as you cum around his cock, giving him the green light to fuck you through your orgasm, while he chases his own.
It doesn't take him long to tip off the edge and reach his own climax, filling up the condom with his cum. He quickly discards the soiled latex in the trash bin under the nightstand and lays right next to you, a wicked smile playing on his face.
"Why are you smiling like th- Oof!" You gasp when he pulls you flush to his chest and throws your leg over his hip, burying two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.
He rapidly fucks his digits in your spent hole as he grinds his palm on your clit, trying to force one more orgasm out of your body.
And he does.
He watches your body shake harder than before and you squirt all over his hand and thighs, eyes nearly rolling at the back of your skull from the intensity of your orgasm.
He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean with his mouth, letting them go with a lewd sound.
"W-What….was that for?" You pant.
"For good measure." He grins.
"....Manwhore." You curse under your breath and Mingyu lands a smack on your pussy, making you yelp from the impact.
"Says the girl who wants to fuck two idols of the same group."
"And what about it?! A girl can always
dream!" You protest.
"Some dreams can become a reality," he says, "That is, if you ask the right people."
"You're not actually thinking of sending him a post-sex image, are you?!"
"Are you crazy? Of course not, that NDA has my signature too, missy," he deadpans, "I just said that to rile you up."
"Of course you did." You roll your eyes at him.
"So….how long are you staying in Seoul?"
"A week," you reply, "Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking…." Mingyu trails one finger on your collarbone.
"Yes?"
"If I convince that loser of a hyung I have as my roommate to get out of his gaming chair, maybe you'll get to live your dirty little fantasy."
"Are you- Is this a joke? Because if you're fucking with me, you better drop it."
"I'm 100% serious, love," he dips his finger on the valley of your breasts, "As long as everyone consents to it, I'm down to share. If you behave as well, of course."
You don't hesitate to nod affirmatively and climb on top of him, giving him a passionate kiss as a thank you.
"There's something you need to know though."
"What is it, darling?"
"I have an IUD and I'm clean, got checked last month."
Mingyu blinks twice and purses his lips in a thin line.
"You better prepare yourself for next time, sweetheart," he grips your ass, "And don't worry about our little playdate getting out of here." He presses a kiss on your neck.
"What happens in Hotel Voluptas, stays in Hotel Voluptas."
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☏ LATE NIGHT TALKING, op81 voicemail blurb (18+)
☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)
voicemail summary: late at night, oscar sends a voicemail to his partner about missing them. it was a welcome voicemail, to say the least.
content warning: explicit language, smut (minors dni!), mentions of sexual acts, masturbation (m), dialogue heavy, blurb, dirty talking!oscar, my guy oscar is down bad
note: MY HANDS SLIPPED IM SORRY (i think about his voice a lot). did i just make this? yes. is it because i’m thinking about him? yes. this is probably going to be a one-off unless i feel like i should do more or if people like it lol
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“hey baby. i- uh, it’s 11 pm here in qatar right now. i’m not sure if you saw the race but it was exhausting.” his breath shuddered. fabrics were torn off his body.
“it was a good sprint— i’m sure you saw that. you congratulated me.” he chuckled deeply. “but right now— it’s just extremely exhausting. qatar’s humid. the warmth is disgusting— i took shower more than i should’ve. but i did.”
“now i’m just here in bed and… yeah. i hope you’ve had a good day. i’m certain you did— it’s just uh… ah… i can’t go to sleep.”
“‘ve just been thinking about you,” oscar mumbled, “haven’t seen you for weeks— and not even our videos did any justice.”
“‘s like i need to talk to you in order to get off,” he chuckled, precum leaking out of his cock as he stroked his length with his right hand. “if this day wasn’t as languid you probably would’ve gotten up already— you’re always eager to see me fuck myself with my own hands. you know nobody can stroke me like you do.”
“i- ah,” he moaned quietly, “i’m just thinkin’ about your mouth and the way your tongue would lick at the tip— ‘m rubbing it like how you’d tease me. but i can’t help it.”
“i’d stroke it fast and hard now but all i seem to think about is you and how you’d tease me,” he grunted quietly. “wish it’s your mouth, baby. god~ i wish it’s you sucking my cock right now.”
“but i suppose i have to be patient huh,” he chuckled breathlessly. “good things come to those who wait~ or whatever the fuck they say.”
“but right now i’m just gonna think about you,” he uttered quietly. “i’m gonna think about how you whine and cry about your hole not getting fucked— then i’ll cum to the thought of you getting stuffed full by me.”
“for now, enjoy your day, hm? i’ll talk to you soon. i love you.”
— beep —
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Pirates, B****!
pairings: jake kiszka x reader
warnings!!!: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap ur willy.), kissing, secret relationship (if you squint), Pirate AU, fluff, smut, love confessions, love confessions during sex, oral (f receiving), penetration, female reader.
Author's Note: hi! this is the first fic on this account and my first great van fleet fic lol. i wrote this after waking up to the mirador announcement and honestly who doesn't want a pirate!Jake fic yk? anyways if you would like to check out my other works or read this on AO3 you can do so here.
Jake is good at what he does.
We all knew that.
You admired him for that. His ways of always keeping calm in the face of enemy attack, always coming back strong, leaving your rivals either slaughtered or surrendering within minutes. He had his reputation, that’s for sure - but he was somehow everything and nothing like the standards he was upheld to. On the one hand, he was like the hard-edged man he was known to be, one of the best pirates out there, our ship, the celestial fleet, was one of the most beloved (by our allies) and the most feared (by our enemies). But on the other hand, he was the best partner you could’ve asked for. He was a very compassionate and loving man behind closed doors, especially when you layed in his quarters at night - but the rest of the crew didn’t need to know about that did they?
His two sides were almost your favorite thing about him, seeing both of them made you special. Only the rest of the crew saw his tough side, but when it came to you, he always ensured you were loved, even if nobody else knew about it. He would assign the easier chores to you, making sure you were always taken care of and never harassed by your fellow crew mates because god damn anyone who dared to hit on you in front of Jake. And nobody knows; everyone just thought he was going easy on you because you were the only lady on the ship. After all, being the only lady on the ship meant two things for you. Number one - respect. Number two - you were damn good at stealing shit, so it was safe to assume everyone around knew you were too good to give up, especially Jake.
So when you found yourself on the top deck of the ship directing your fellow crew mates, you couldn’t be more thankful for Captain Jake.
He was sick, down with what he called “the sea coldness making him sick once a year because ‘the sea is a bitch!’” So he was resting in his quarters for the next two or so days until he recovered. Was he faking it because he was probably just lazy and didn’t want to deal with his crew when he knew that they weren’t treading on any enemy waters? Yes, most definitely. Did that make you love him any less? Not a single bit.
He made you in charge for the foreseeable future as “his illness” had left him bedridden and you leading the ship was the only solution, or so he claimed. And you know what, that had to be the kindest gesture he had given you to date, well besides all the sex and nightly meet-ups in his quarters, but that’s beside the point.
So here you are watching as your slightly useless crew mates try sweeping the water off the lower deck while the sea is still roaring from the last run-in you had with a storm a day ago.
“Hey, Sam! You realize how fucking useless that is right?” You called from the top deck. He looked back up at you, covering his eyes with his hand to protect you from the sun. “Well, at least I’m trying to get ahead of it!” He called back out. “Suit yourself then! I’m going to check back up on the captain.” You hollered out, walking down the stairs to the lower deck, and entering the trap door leading to the crew quarters. You hopped off the final stair making your way past all of the bunks reserved for your crew, reaching the door that led to Jake’s quarters.
Knock, Knock.
“Who is it!” He called out, obviously thinking you were one of your crewmates trying to complain about something. “Jake it’s me.” You called to him. “Oh, c’mon in.” His voice softened at your identity. You open the door to reveal him in only his white button-up shirt, half-buttoned, lying in bed. God was he a sight for sore eyes, his beauty overtaking you every time you laid eyes on him. “Why hello there.”
You walk into his quarters slowly walking around to the side of his bed, gently laying a hand on his chest. “How are you feeling, Captain?” His gentle breaths make your hand rise and fall as he looks back up at you, putting on his best sickly performance in hopes you wouldn’t call him on his bullshit. “I’m feeling better every second you’re here.” He speaks weakly with a slight smile, god he was dramatic. “God, you’re playing this shit up aren’t you.” You ask, letting out a laugh as you look down to see his face morph into one best resembling an offended barkeeper you would typically manage to piss off after having a few too many, which is something Jake has managed to do many times. He let you a playfully shocked gasp, “How dare you suggest that I would fake an illness!” Laughing, you find yourself pulled on top of him on the bed.
Jake laughs as he covers your face in playful kisses. “How have the boys been treatin’ ya, love?” He asks, his classic smile enchanting you more. “Well being completely honest, yes but I do believe Sam is a fucking idiot. He was trying to sweep water off the deck when it just kept coming back up onto it, and when I told him how stupid he was he just said that he was trying to get ahead of it.”
“Well unfortunately hun I think that’s just how he is. You can't fix him, he’s just…Sam.” You let out a laugh at his admission. Jake takes his hands and rests them on your cheeks, soft for a pirate, rough for a human, the gentle median coming across in this perfect man. You look back into his eyes, they’re gentle, relaxed, and simply beautiful, just like him.
“I love this side of you.”
“What side of me?”
“This one, it’s the only one I get to see.”
“Well…I’m glad you like it. And if it makes you feel better I’ll make sure only you get to see it.”
You feel yourself smile uncontrollably at that, you feel your cheeks warm up in slight embarrassment. He takes your head and places it in the crook of his neck. “Let’s just rest here.” You hum in agreement with his statement. His warm chest brings such a sense of comfort. You find yourself being lulled to sleep via his rising and falling chest and the gentle rocking of the ship, sleeping peacefully amidst the sea and the only ground you find yourself on, Captain Jake.
You wake up in the middle of the night.
Alone…
Interesting.
You slowly gather the courage to get up and look around for Jake. You get up quietly and peek out the door. You see the rest of your crew sleeping in their bunks, Danny snoring while hanging half off the bed, bottle of rum 5 feet away from him. Josh isn’t even bothered enough to get in his bunk, instead opting to cuddle up next to Sam in what one can only assume to be a drunken attempt to sleep anywhere but the floor. But thankfully those three only stood out to you, the rest of them were peacefully sleeping in their bunks. You walk past them and silently open the trap door out to the deck.
The cool chill of the ocean air makes goosebumps arise on your skin. The white dress you wear flows in the wind, not protected from the elements. You shut the door gently behind you. Looking out across the sea briefly, you call out for Jake. “Hello, darling! Lovely evening isn’t it?” his voice calls from above you. He’s in the crow's nest, looking back down at you. “Jake, what the hell are you doing up here this late? Even the boys went to bed already, and they drank.” You watch as he climbs down on the ratlines making an abrupt landing on the forecastle. “Come on up here m’lady.” He takes a little bow as he holds his hand out for you to join him. You jump up onto the steps leading you to him, being pulled up onto the upper platform as he greets you.
“Why hello there, Captain.”
“Why hello there first maiden.”
“Oh, so I’m first maiden now?”
“Indeed.”
He embraced you with fervor, his warmth being your grounding point out on the cold night sea. Your lips meet gently under the moonlight sky. Sweet kisses mixed with the faint taste of tobacco threw you for a loop. By the seconds that pass you can feel what started as quiet midnight endearments turn into lustful kisses under a blood moon night. Jake’s hands snaked around your hips, leading you onto the very upper deck of the ship, his hips meeting yours as he stood between your legs.
You reach your hands down, feeling his half-covered chest, reaching down towards his stomach, then happy trial, till you finally meet the button of his pants. Jake lets out a whimper, muffled by the connection you two had. You feel Jake’s hips buck into your touch. Slowly, you unbutton his pants briefly breaking the connection you had with your lips. Lust fills the air between you both. You gently pull his boxers down pulling out his cock, Jake moans at the feeling of your stroking him, gathering the drops of pre-cum leaking out of his cock. “Baby-” you smile up at him, never slowing your heartless pace. You moan into a kiss with him, his touch electrifying you more than you already have the whole time you’ve been stroking him, mercilessly.
“Stop, baby-” he lets out a pathetic lust-stricken sigh, catching his breath. “Not yet sweet girl,” You watch as Jake knees down and looks back up at you from his knees. His hands travel up under your dress encouraging you to reveal yourself. You answer the beckoning call, cool chill making you shake a little. You feel his lips gently tease at your thighs, climbing higher up along with you. Looking down, you see a god himself before you, gently teasing you up until he reaches your clit.
“God I love this-”
And then he dives in.
The initial shock of his warm tongue steals your breath out of your lungs. Gasping for air you feel the pleasure as he sucks and rubs and does everything right.
Fuck, he was good at what he did.
“Jak-” Another moan was unexpectedly stolen from your grasp, almost embarrassingly loud. You could feel the vibrations and hear Jake moan around your vulva. Two of his fingers enter your cunt, already throbbing and waiting for him not-so-patiently. You could already feel it in your gut, just teasing you, just like Jake would with his playful nature, both inside and outside the bedroom. And god, you fucking loved him.
Then you feel it snap.
Like a tsunami you feel your orgasm crash over you, leaving you in another astral plane. Blissfully, and proudly, Jake helped you ride out the high on his tongue and fingers. He slowly retracted them, leaving you painfully empty. You need him. Right here, right now.
Jake quickly rose to his feet, his pants and boxers were already lost on the deck of the ship, presumably, he was touching himself while getting you off. He takes your hips and pulls them towards his painfully hard erection while stroking himself for a moment's relief. “Can I fuck you? Please bab-” “Yes, for the love of god Jake just fuck me-” His hardness slammed into you, quick and hard. A painfully obvious moan ripped through you, you can only pray that the rest of the crew were too drunk to wake up and overhear.
“God I love you, sweetheart.”
The world stopped for a brief moment. And although he was still pounding into you mercilessly, you could only feel what you believed to be whatever would be the closest to feeling your heart exploding and repairing itself again.
“I love you too.” and you did, more than you could ever admit to even yourself. You could see it in Jake’s eyes, the realization of what he confessed. A smile bright as the sun quickly appeared across his face. He mashed his lips into yours begging for some sort of release - anything. And all he could think of was you. Just simply you.
Jake’s pounds became more sloppy and hard. His moans quickened and turned into slight whimpers here and there. “Give me one more baby.” He made quick work of rubbing his thumb on your clit. You didn’t even know it before you were putty in his hands again. His hips stuttered to a stop, accompanied by his sweet sweet cries of pleasure, truly the best kind of music. You both found yourself slowly riding out an infinite high. He leaned you back on the deck, slowly pulling out of you with a sigh, making quick work of finding your dress and helping it back over your skin. He got himself back into his boxers and pants quickly too, then stopped in front of you, placing a hand on your cheek.
“Did you mean it?” was all you heard, timid, but loud enough to make you feel like you found the fountain of youth. You place your hand on his cheek, a connection between the both of you.
“Of course I did. I always will,” you whisper into the void with him. He was your reality now, and that, to you, is the ultimate comfort.
You watch as he smiles against your cheek, leaning back into you for another kiss. But it was different. Somehow the same method but the feeling felt like you were strewn across the night sky, as the stars and the moon. Intertwined with a unique love you could only get from him.
He breaks apart for you, locking eyes with you once more. You both let out a tiny laugh of your own. “Well, that was fun.” He confessed. “It’s always meant to be” you answer. Laughs plague the two of you for a brief moment.
“You know what they say right?”
“What?”
“Sex with our kind is always the best, after all…” he trailed off, stopping what sounded like needed to be continued.
“After all, what, Jake?” you laugh.
“We’re pirates, bitch!”
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KENMA KOZUME X T. KUROO’S SISTER! READER
BAD GRADES
CW: slight angst to fluff, lack of eating?
You were already let out 7 minutes late from your class as your teacher had pulled you aside at the end of the lesson to discuss your grade. Yeah, you failed.
Your jaw clenched as your teacher expressed his disappointment in your grade and how he expected better from you questioning what happened for you to get such a low grade all of a sudden. He even went so far as to question if anything was going on at home like it was any of his business.
After a long 7 minutes of him questioning you whilst you tried your absolute hardest to hold in your tears, he finally let you go. Well if that didn’t just ruin your mood.
Releasing a shaky breath you swiftly make your way to the bathroom finally letting us the tears you were holding in. The truth is you studied all week for this test. It even led to staying up all night because of how stressed you were, your brother Tetsuro often coming in to check if you were okay placing a small snack at your table whilst you were buried in your books.“Y/n I think you should take a break”
“Tetsu shut the fuck up I’m trying to study but I can’t if you’re here chewing my ear off” you hissed back hands pressed to your forehead trying to process the information you had written down, in response he slammed your door. Yeah okay, it was a horrible response to a brother who was trying to care about your wellbeing but he should know better than to interrupt your studies.
Looking back at how much studying you did you should have passed. More tears streamed down your face from the frustration, now you’d have to work twice as hard to get back on track. Fuck. As if life isn’t stressful enough.
Sniffling into a tissue from the roll of toilet paper you’d ripped you calmed yourself down taking deep breaths, great now your eyes were red and puffy. You knew as soon as you got home you’d bury yourself into your textbooks and study extra hard, the talk your teacher gave really brought down your confidence as well as your mood.
*ping*
Brother: where tf are you? we always walk home together w kenma on this day
Just the person you didn’t want to speak to, your brother, you weren’t in the mood for his teasing today. You mentally cursed forgetting about one of the few days that you walked home with Tetsuro and your boyfriend Kenma.
You were in the same year as Kenma but unfortunately only had two classes together it sucked, it was only in the middle of your first year that you guys started dating. Tetsuro and Kenma had been best friends for as long as you can remember and along the way you’d gotten closer with the boy which then led to you becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.
you: sorry
you: go off without me
Brother: hahha no. you think Kenma would allow you to walk home alone? neither would I
you: I literally walk home alone when you guys are at volleyball practice…
Brother: just hurry up
you: no i’ll be a while just go bye.
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You sighed bringing out makeup wipes to fix the mascara stained down your cheeks mentally noting to wear waterproof mascara next time. Finally after another 5 minutes of calming yourself from the breakdown your eyes still were still red and puffy but you decided it would be best to walk home now.
As exiting the school grounds you pulled the hood up of the hoodie you borrowed off Kenma that was under your blazer praying nobody saw you as you connected your airpods disconnecting from the outside world.
“y/n!! why did it take you almost 20 minutes to leave school?” Testuro shouted, your jaw clenched. Why did they wait?!
Avoiding his gaze by staring at the cracks in the floor you walked past him ignoring his presence, if you’d engaged in a conversation with your brother right now you’d snap and say some hurtful things you didn’t mean as currently your head wasn’t in the right mindset.
“Hey missy I was talking to you” Getting in front of you but you walked around him. “What’s your problem?!” Grabbing your arm and turning you around, you tried wiggling out of his grip but he was too strong. “Get off” you mumbled attempting to pull his hand away.
“Not until you tell us why you’re acting like that” God he sounded like a parent scolding their child.
“Like what? I’m fine” you hissed back refraining from saying more.
“First of all you’re not even looking me in the eye, I can’t even see your eyes, secondly you ignored Kenma and I”
“L-leave me alone testuro” Your voice cracked, yeah you fucked that up well done!!
“What you get in trouble with your teacher or something?” He smirked, your jaw clenched even tighter.
“Tetsuro seriously fuck off you’re so fucking annoying!” you shouted sniffling a little and catching him off guard, the grip on your arm loosening giving you an escape route walking away slightly quicker than usual.
Kuroo stood there slightly taken back at your hurtful words, Kenma the same as he’d rarely see you act like this, especially to your brother who you claimed you loved dearly. He sighed seeing the hurtful expression on his best friend's face “I’ll talk to her, there must be a reason why she’s acting this way, you know she’d never mean that” reassuring the boy who’d just had his heart shattered in a matter of seconds. “yeah…okay” he mumbled hands in his pockets keeping a large distance from his sister.
Kenma jogs up to you “y/n love”, you keep walking your head down holding in your tears. Kenma is now in front of you gently holding both your wrists stopping you from moving, “…are you okay?” his voice was full of concern but was met with no reply. “Hey I can’t help you if you’re not replying, please look at me in the eyes” pulling the hood of the hoodie you were wearing down and gently lifting your head up to be met with your red puffy eyes on the edge of crying. “what’s wrong baby?? please what's wrong, I love you so much” he pleaded his face looking distressed which caused tears to fall down your face as you began crying. “Ken I wanna go home…please” you sniffled as he wiped the tears off your face. Cupping your cheeks he brought your face closer placing a kiss on your forehead “Okay we’ll go back to your house and you can tell me what’s wrong kay?” interlocking his fingers with yours.
Kenma turned back to see Kuroo urging him to explain what was wrong with you but was met with a shrug of Kenma's shoulders, Kuroo sighed as he walked behind the couple.
As you all finally got back to your house you rushed to your room letting go of your hold on Kenma. “Hey! Wai-“ Kenma called but you had already shut your door. “Did she tell you anything?” Kuroo asked him. “No..but she was crying her eyes really red and puffy, I’ll go talk to her now”
Kenma slowly opens your door to see you sitting at your desk deeply buried in your books, he takes a seat on your bed watching what you’re doing “y/n”.
“Hm?” You replied not taking your eyes off what you were doing. “Come to bed and talk to me please” He sighed patting the bed.
“I’m busy studying Ken” you mumbled rubbing your already red eyes, “I’m sure you can take a 10-minute break plus I doubt any of that information is even going to your head right now you know…since you were crying before”
“Ken just leave me alone you’re really starting to piss me off” You hissed gripping the pen tightly.
“Yeah no that’s not gonna happen especially when you’re acting like this” He rolled his eyes standing up and walking closer to you “I’m fine!”.
“You have tears in your eyes and you’re telling me you’re fine?” A face of concern spread across his face and gently tugged your wrist and guided you to the bed, you gave in sniffling as more tears came out lying down on your bed. Kenma joined in after you then pulled your head towards his chest and you wrapped your arms around his waist crying even more “I-I’m sorry Ken I didn’t mean to say that”.
“Shh it’s okay I know you didn’t mean it, now will you please tell me why you were crying?” He pleaded running his fingers through your hair to calm you down. That’s when you explained to him the events that occurred after school. “Is that why you were hardly answering my messages this week?” He asked, you rolled your eyes.
“I’m gonna go grab you a snack kay? Stay in bed please” Pressing a kiss on your forehead as he went to the kitchen where he was met with his best friend.
“So did she tell you?” Kuroo asked, that’s when Kenma relayed everything you told him to your older brother. Kuroo sighed “She’s been overworking herself too much on this test, I come into her room and she’s constantly studying hell she’s barely eaten anything these past few days!”
Kenma runs his fingers through his hair “I’ll make her some toast, are you making dinner soon?” Kuroo nodded whilst Kenma popped two slices of toast in the toaster.
“Hey love-“ Kenma entered your room when he saw you sitting on your bed looking through your notes…again. Kenma rushes to place the plate of toast on your bedside table and moves all your work away from you. “Yeah no more studying today, Kuroo told me you’ve been overworking yourself, that's probably why you didn’t get a good grade” Kenma sighed.
“Ken please” You pleaded reaching to grab your work when Kenma gently grabbed your wrist preventing you from doing so, he sat beside you on the bed. “He also told me you’ve barely eaten so I’ve made you some toast whilst dinners being made” Placing the plate on your lap. “thanks..” you mutter taking small bites of the toast.
“y/n take some bigger bites please?” he pleaded caressing your cheeks with encouragement. After a few more minutes you’d finished your slice of toast whilst Kenma reassured you that it was going to be okay muttering sweet words in your ear.
“Do you think you can apologise to your brother now? He was quite upset earlier” Kenma asked now playing with your hair.
“For what?- Oh yeah…that” You frown leaning into his touch. “It’s okay I’m sure he’ll understand if you apologise to him..he was really worried about you” He sighs letting go of you and getting off the bed. Kenma gently grabs your hand and leads you off the bed and to the kitchen where Tetsuro was busy making dinner.
He softly pushes you towards the kitchen and walks back into your room giving the two siblings some privacy.
“Tetsu?” You softly called to your brother, he looked up for a second and looked back down at the food he was making he hummed waiting for you to continue.
“Listen..I’m sorry for before and for being a bitch this whole week..I just really needed a good grade and I was stressed” You explain sighing, Testuro looks up and stops what he’s doing.
“It’s fine sorry for teasing you before I should have known better…are we okay now?” He replied opening his arms out for a hug which you happily accepted.
“How was it?” Kenma asked as you walked into your room to find him lying on your bed playing on your game's console.
“Fine..thank you” You said joining him on the bed and watching him play the game. One arm made its way around your waist and back to the controller as you leaned into his side.
“I love you”
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Arachnophilia: (Part Fifteen)
Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)
Chapter Masterlist 🕷️
Content: Heavy Voyeurism/Mild cuckoldry, Fingering, Bondage, Praise kink, Oral (reader recieving and giving), PinV sex, Creampie, Breeding kink, Size difference, Monsterfucking, Masturbation.
Word count: 6200
Notes: this really might be the most smuttiest smut i've ever done, this shit made me blush writing it, jfc pls enjoy
You’d hoped to get home to Mig as soon as you left Miguel’s office, but at the last minute you were been called to help wrangle an escaped Lizard with a few other lower-level spiders.
You hated not being able to message Mig about your whereabouts. He knew you might be gone for most of the day but you knew he’d worry regardless, and with nothing to distract his mind it must be so much worse.
You took a few dangerous risks while trying to capture the escapee just to get it done faster, risks that your colleagues absolutely noticed. When they asked what you were thinking and you just awkwardly shrugged them off, you saw in their eyes the same mix of morbid curiosity you saw in everyone now.
Everyone knew. You couldn’t avoid it now. Whether Miguel had snapped after your fight and spread it even wider you didn’t know, but you knew you’d just have to learn to live with the universe’s judgement.
You were dating a spider. Big deal. Everyone here was a spider in some way or another, and nobody looked at MJ weirdly.
By the time you returned to Mig’s universe it was getting dark, with the sky a messy palette of dark red and purple above the darkened silhouette of the pines. You called up to Mig after dropping the tech you’d brought at the base of the nest.
‘MIG! Babe, you okay?’
‘Ah, mi arañita!’
You paused, your hand hovering over the rope ladder. Did he sound okay? You tilted your head as you replayed his voice. That was weird, he sounded almost worried? Was he still stressed out?
You grappled onto the rope and tore your way up to the entrance.
‘Hey! I’m okay Miggy, don’t worry!’
‘Arañita! Don’t—’
You grabbed the door right as he spoke, but you didn’t hear the last part of his sentence as you grunted to get over the edge.
‘Hey baby! Are you—’
You jumped out of your skin as you pushed the door aside, only barely catching yourself from falling back out and onto the earth below.
‘AH—WHAT—YOU?!’
Miguel was sitting in the nest, his body perched on one of the stools to the right side of the central fire. He didn’t even look up as you entered, but Mig rushed to steady you from falling.
‘Arañita, are you okay?’ he whispered. You didn’t hear; you were utterly fixated on Miguel.
‘What are you doing here?!’ you snapped.
Miguel narrowed his eyes, still refusing you eye contact.
‘Change of plans. Until you fill out the full paperwork to sanction this relationship, I’ve filed for an emergency supervision order. I need to be sure that you’re not breaking any rules.’
You were incredulous. Wait, is this what he’d meant? Was he really that petty? This man who was supposed to be in charge of the multiverse?
‘What- what the fuck are you— Why not put a camera up? Why not fucking warn us first?’ you snapped, your hands flying wildly as you pointed between him and the nest.
‘You could turn off a camera’ Miguel noted. ‘Besides, it’s a waste of resources.’
‘Oh, and the head of the society wasting his night watching us personally wasn’t a waste of resources?’ you argued back.
Miguel was keeping a straight face, but his smug aura radiated out of him like pus. He simply curled his lip and scoffed. ‘My job is to avoid anomalies. I’m doing that now, by ensuring that you’re both… following orders, and remaining on birth control, and that you’re not getting hurt. It seemed- the right approach, to me, as boss.’
‘You don’t need to watch us to prove that!’ you snapped back. ‘Put a- tracker in my fucking patch or something, or let me do the check ups like we agreed!’
Miguel had the audacity to yawn as you stared at him with an open mouth and clenched fists. ‘I could. But that would be a breach of your physical rights, you’d have to sign off on it, and you haven’t gone through the company mandated relationship therapy or de-escalation training. We need to agree the terms of surveillance. Until then it seemed safest to keep you on observation. That’s all.’
You opened your mouth to argue back but Miguel was faster. He raised his hand, halting you in your tracks, as those cold red eyes lingered on your face. ‘Or, would you rather hand over your watch?’ he said, his voice dipping as he spoke.
Your eyes narrowed until it hurt, your forehead furrowing with the injustice of it all.
‘You—You petty bitch.’
Both Mig and Miguel seemed startled by your language. You pointed your finger squarely at Miguel’s face, your lips drawn back over your bared teeth.
‘You petty bitch. You really think I’ll let you do this? Signing off orders so you can invade my space, because I wouldn’t sleep with you?!’
Miguel’s lips twitched. Was he holding back the urge to smile?
Mig, in contrast, looked horrified. His eyes darted between the two of you.
‘He- arañita, I-I don’t understand’ he stammered. You looked at him with nothing but sympathy in your eyes.
‘Your variant, there, revealed that apparently while I was in heat, he was hoping to— what did you say Miguel? Help me out? Ease that, hormonal pain? Something as slimy as that, anyway. He even asked why I picked you over him, and now he’s here, what a fucking surprise, huh?’
‘Mm. That’s quite the accusation. Shame you don’t have any evidence’ Miguel noted as he admired his claws.
You felt Mig beside you bristling violently.
‘You… Is this true?’ Mig murmured. He was addressing Miguel, not you, which was a comfort. He clearly believed you, as he was clutching you so tightly against his side that it was crushing your ribs.
‘Yes’ Miguel said. ‘It’s true. Of course I was interested. They reeked of heat, it was distracting. Repulsive almost. The most- desperate stench. But, that was supposed to stay between us. And it will. Because like I said, it’s your word against mine.’
‘You—’
Mig took a step forward but froze again when Miguel raised his claw, pointing it directly at your watch.
‘Again. I will remove your watch if you don’t follow the societies rules. Understand?’
You and Mig both glanced at each other. The hopelessness in your eyes was clear; you could lose your watch, and then you’d lose Mig. With a frustrated huff you turned and stormed across the nest. ‘Fucking—asshole’ you hissed beneath your breath.
Mig followed and caught you in his arms as you practically fell into his lower abdomen. You allowed his fur to muffle your continued insults.
‘It’s okay arañita. We’ll be okay.’
His soothing words were like honey, warm and sweet after a long and exhausting day. You settled into his grip.
‘So- fucking unfair’ you grumbled into his fluff. Mig didn’t disagree.
‘You need to learn some accountability’ Miguel snapped across the room. ‘You chose to do this. You chose to put yourself in a situation where you could cause an anomaly, and even though I can’t bring it forward in formal writing, you decided as a member of my society to get close to someone who is a threat. Now its my job to make sure you’re safe.’
You felt Mig breathing on your neck as he turned to watch his counterpart. His lips parted as he tasted the air with his tongue, feeling the brewing tension in the back of his throat.
In his heart, something was changing.
He’d spent so much of his life terrified of the man before him. Miguel had posed himself as the better O’Hara, the superior O’Hara, the one who knew what was best for him. But, was that true?
Mig had been told he wasn’t safe, worthy of love or affection. He was disgusting compared to Miguel, a monster in the flesh, and yet he’d soothed his self-loathing by promising that they were at least both monsters inside. Both bound to abstinence for the greater good.
And this hypocritical scum, now sitting in his nest, had tried to steal his arañita from out under his paws? How could he?
But you weren’t with Miguel, were you? Mig looked down at you as his rage boiled over. His poor arañita, nestled into his fur. No, you were with him. You’d slept with him, and you were still alive.
You’d looked him in the eye, knowing what he’d done, and you’d said he was still beautiful to you. You said you’d stay. Not with Miguel, but with him, the monster.
In his heart, something was definitely changing.
‘Fine. Miguel, you may stay’ Mig bluntly replied. ‘I’ll let you observe.’
Miguel, ignorantly assuming Mig’s concession was a sign of him backing down, took a step forward. He had such a smug look on his face.
‘Good. If you want to continue this charade, then you have to—’
Miguel’s words turned to muted gibberish as you squeaked. Mig had grabbed you between his forelegs and arms, and while Miguel had been preparing his self-righteous speech, he’d lifted you up into the air. This wouldn’t have been that unusual spare for one thing: Mig had shifted his fluffy little foreleg between your thighs, and now it was lightly probing at your clothed pussy.
Miguel just stared, too blankly shocked to respond.
‘Mi arañita, I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you so much.’
Mig purred softly as his hands began to grope you in a similar manner. He cupped your chest and your waist with his clawed fingers, lightly ripping the fabric to reveal the tender skin beneath. He prodded your clit a second time and noted the way you squirmed.
‘M-Mig, fuck—that’s, sensitive—’
‘Mmhm. Soft little pretty spider’ Mig breathed. ‘So, so pretty… Let me help you relax.’
‘What- the, f- what the fuck are you doing?’ Miguel spat in disgust.
Mig’s foreleg continued to squish against your clit, the fluffy appendage moving in neat little circles over the bunched-up fabric. He pushed it in until your lips were perfectly highlighted by the thin silk. You felt Miguel staring.
‘F-Fuck—’ Your legs kicked involuntarily as a whimpered moan escaped you.
‘I said, what do you think you’re doing?!’ Miguel repeated louder.
‘I’m just abiding by the rules, sir’ Mig hissed. ‘If you want to observe, then you may observe. But this is my home, and I’ll act how I usually would on my own territory.’
It clicked for you then, still suspended in a potent mix of embarrassment and pleasure, what Mig was doing. You caught Miguel’s eye. This selfish asshole, who’d hounded and followed and attempted to embarrass you at every turn, was now stuck here watching Mig ravage your body. Against your better judgement, you were filled with the sheer thrill of embarrassing him right back.
You gave in and relaxed in Mig’s grip. ‘M-Miggy, fuck—more, please—’
You whimpered as he moved in to kiss your neck. His full lips were warm and wet on your jugular. You felt his tongue on your skin, his claws kneading your chest. A full body shudder went through you as he gently bit down and sucked.
‘F-Fuck- Mig—’
He was rough on your neck, his fangs easily piercing down through the soft flesh. It was a potent mix of pain and pleasure, especially with his paw still massaging your clit. Your blood was pumping at this point. Your pussy throbbed in short bursts with each tender caress.
‘You—Y-You—’
To his horror, Miguel stammered. He couldn’t even find the words to berate you with. All he could do was stand and stare, eyes fixated on this ravenous display of sexual need, powerless and confused.
‘Mm—mm—’ Mig released your neck with a wet pop and a satisfied grunt, revealing a deep red and blue hickey mark. He kissed it once.
‘Mm- you like that, arañita? Mi tesoro?’ he whispered.
‘Yes, fuck—so much. I missed you so much.’
Miguel continued to stare as Mig dropped you to the mattress. He watched his variant crawl across you, with his abdomen rustling and his soft paws tapping. He was drooling venom, practically shaking with the adrenaline rush of having an audience to his physical validation.
You reached out and sleepily welcomed him with open arms, drawing him down with your arms around his neck.
‘Let me mate with you, arañita’ Mig begged, his voice muffled as he kissed your neck. ‘Please. I need you. I need you. Te necesito, mi tesoro, te lo pido por favor.’
‘Yes’ you breathed, ‘yes. Please.’
Miguel snapped his eyes away and gripped the edge of the nest with his claws. He couldn’t stand this. If he left, he was a liar, but if he stayed he had to endure this show. He could tell you to stop, but, could he force you to stop?
He could have theoretically started a fight. He could have. He could have continued barking at you to stop.
But he didn’t. He just stood there, eyes on the wall and arms folded, trying to ignore your sweet little whimpers as Mig tore your suit aside.
He drew you close with his spider legs and began to spin a silken web across your bare skin, easily turning and spinning your body. He was soft, dexterous, so alien on your human skin. Such a filthily delicious taboo.
You lay back and let your monster bind you. You succumbed to him far too easily.
Mig spun you into a shibari style tie, with a neat little spider web on your chest and your hands tightly bound at your sides. He finished by binding your ankles with webbing he’d attached from the ceiling, using it to draw them up until they were taut and spread, with your hips right at the same height as where his phallus would emerge.
‘There. Perfect. Are you comfortable, arañita? In my web?’ he asked.
‘Y-Yes’ you rasped.
You watched Mig give an affectionate grunt as he admired you from above. He was huge. You saw his abdomen twitching and rustling with anticipation, the black fur faintly glowing the same red as his eyes.
‘Mig’ you whimpered, your lips pathetically wet. You were so hot it hurt.
‘Arañita…’
Mig purred as he put his clawed hand on your naked rear, giving your right ass cheek a firm squeeze. He wanted to look at your tight little hole, desperately dripping and clenching around nothing, aching for attention. You felt him brush one calloused finger against it and jolted in place.
‘That’s my little spider’ he purred. You felt him circling his finger around your entrance, stroking that velvety flesh until you whined.
‘Mi tesoro, my precious thing. Let me see how much you’ve missed me.’
He pushed two fingers in and you melted. The moan that escaped your lips was loud enough to echo, loud enough to grate on Miguel’s ears until he hissed.
He was trying not to look. He was facing the wall, body rigid as stone, but the noises were getting to him regardless. His mind kept imagining what you felt like.
‘You were supposed to be observing, sir’ Mig noted. He was still fucking you with his fingers, still spreading you wide as you dribbled over his hand, but his eyes were fixed on his counterpart now.
Miguel refused to turn. His eyes darted, once, and he immediately felt that disgusting flush rising in his cheeks.
‘I’ll- kill you, I swear to god’ Miguel seethed.
‘You can just go’ Mig offered. He was aggravatingly calm, the only emotion in his voice the slight pant of arousal from feeling you clench around his fingers. ‘If you’re- uncomfortable, with how I conduct myself with my mate.’
‘I can’t just, go, I am stationed here’ Miguel spat. ‘YOU could have some human dignity and cover yourself up!’
‘This is my home. My territory. THIS is my territory’ Mig replied coldly, emphasising the word ‘this’ by pushing his fingers as deep as he could. You bucked your hips and cried out in response, something that make Miguel’s stomach knot.
‘It is normal for- males, to assert their territorial claim. You’ve given me no other option. Besides, aren’t you curious? Since you’re so- good, and abstinent. Right? That’s what you told me, so how about I show you what it looks like?’
Miguel was forced once more to look away. The sound of you moaning, the sound of you pathetically whimpering, and worst of all the wet slap of Mig’s hand against your pussy as he pulsed his fingers in and out, it was stirring up something potent in him.
Anger and arousal flooded his mind. He was fighting to not throb. He couldn’t allow it, he couldn’t. He’d never forgive himself if he got enjoyment from this.
But, fuck you sounded so wet. You’d probably swallow him whole, begging and whining the whole time. Were you a little brat when fucked, complaining about it being too big, or did you beg for more? No. You probably took it all, your eyes covered in those pretty little tears as you were fucked raw.
He violently shook his head as if that would clear his thoughts, but your body cruelly decided to cum right as he was reaching the peak of his tether.
‘F-FUCK—’
Your back arched as that sweet release flooded over you. All you could see was Mig’s smug, fang-filled grin as he felt your insides clench, his enormous spider legs pattering back and forth to indicate his own excitement.
‘There you go. Well done, mi amor, you feel so pretty when you cum.’
Your body went limp as your orgasm sapped all your energy away, but Mig wasn’t done. He shifted himself down between your spread thighs and began licking up your slick with his flat, wet tongue, that warm muscle flicking deliciously right on your overstimulated clit.
You screamed, unabashedly, in a way that drove Miguel mad.
With a wet pant Mig pulled back just to slather you with praise. ‘Estas mojadita, mm- Quiero explorar tus sabores, arañita.’
You knew he was speaking deliberately to provoke Miguel, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed it even more that way.
He settled down to gently suck on your clit, his red eyes fixed on Miguel’s rigid form in the corner. The man was trying his hardest to stay sober but his eyes kept darting, and every time they did Mig widened his lips and ran his full tongue across your folds, wilfully dribbling hot spit and venom down your sensitive lips.
Miguel quickly looked away, but he just kept looking back.
You kept wincing from the overstimulation, your wet lips parting and then pursing hard to avoid screaming again. You must be so god damn sensitive, he thought. Such a fucking brat. Crying over a tongue like that.
He felt his cock throb and struggled to adjust his suit. He wondered what you tasted like. He’d never got to taste one before. It probably tasted amazing.
‘Mm… so soft…’ Mig murmured, his voice muffled by your pussy as he continued his rabid smothering of your cunt with his tongue. He wasn’t skilled so much as desperately passionate, and god knows it was enough.
‘Wish—I could eat you right up—all of you, all of you, mm—’
His eyes were dangerously red, but you were too close to cumming to care. His claws dug into your hips as he pulled you into his mouth, his lips soft as they ravenously made out with your clit.
You came quickly the second time.
‘FUCK—’
As you shuddered in his grip his entire body shivered, a low rustle emanating from his abdomen as it visibly shook.
‘Ahh.. ah, good arañita, that’s it’ he breathed dreamily. He was still licking, still lapping up everything he could, to the point that his spit was sliding and dripping down your thighs and rear and back.
Once you collapsed with exhaustion for the second time, Mig began to move in. He couldn’t wait a second longer. His cock was painfully erect, having sprung from the slit on his abdomen the moment he tied you down, and it was aching for you.
‘Here. Help get me wet’ he said softly.
You looked up to find Mig bent over your bound head, his thick shaft lightly pulsing about an inch from your lips. You could see each black vein pulsing, the tip already smeared in pearly cum. In a trance you licked it.
‘M-mm—that’s it, that’s it.’
It was adorable the way he shivered at just the lightest brush of your tongue. He let you take the tip into your mouth and gently suck on it a little. Fuck, you thought, his cum was sweet. Strangely sweet. The sensation of warm, heavy, throbbing skin on your tongue was mesmerising.
After a few wet licks Mig gently released your mouth with a wet pop. With everything now utterly saturated and sopping, he moved to fuck you instead.
‘Shh, that’s it’ he soothed. You stirred in your bindings as he mounted your strapped body.
‘I’ve got you. You can take it.’
With both hands on your ankles, Mig drew you body up and began to penetrate. Instinctively you squirmed.
‘A-Ah--!’
‘Shh, shh. You’re so tight, mi tesoro. Can you loosen up for me?’ Mig affectionately whispered. You tried your best to relax as he edged deeper but with an audience it was hard. His thick veined cock was pulsating hard, stuck with only about a fourth of it inside you.
In truth, Mig was enjoying it. He would never hurt you, but, was his ego slightly peaked at how big he looked inside you? Absolutely. Spiders were judged on their size, after all, and that primal part of his brain loved feeling so large. He wanted Miguel to see you spread wide on his cock.
‘Shh, you can do it. You’ve done it so many times before, arañita.’
Another subtle jab, one that made Miguel sneer.
Mig gave himself plenty of time to fit. He’d pump a few times, gently stretching you out, and when it proved too tight he moved to licking you instead. He’d let his cock slide out and replaced it with his tongue, eagerly slathering every inch of your pussy with venom and spit. The venom helped ease the ache and the spit was lubricating enough, and after three or so tries he bottomed out.
You whimpered as he settled himself inside you. Yes, you’d taken him many times, but it always took you by surprise. You were stretched to the limit, your belly bulging, his thick shaft putting a heavy pressure on your muscles that you felt whenever you moved. When he throbbed it pulsed through your entire body.
He could see those pretty little tears on your lashes as you grappled with the pressure, the light pain in your core.
‘F-Fuck… ‘s so big, fuck—’ you whined.
‘You’re doing so good’ Mig praised. He vibrated his abdomen just a little to help ease the ache, as it allowed his shaft to gently vibrate against your insides. Your body shuddered at the unusual sensation. ‘Shh, you’re doing so, so good. That’s it. You’re taking it so well.’
Slowly, Mig started to move.
His whole body arched as he thrust into you, the power of each movement making your thighs and ass jiggle on impact. He loved feeling how soft you were, how squishy and comparatively small you were against him, how his claws sank into your bare skin. He started to pant.
‘Ah… ah, that’s it.’
In the corner Miguel was wincing. His eye kept twitching from the strain of not looking, and now the soft thwap of your mating was ringing in his ears. He couldn’t stand this. He couldn’t take his humiliation. He couldn’t take it.
‘Ah-- Maybe I’ll, rip that patch off, arañita’ Mig purred. He was pushing the limits in this pussy drunk state, pushing every button that Miguel possible had.
‘I think—you deserve a belly full of my babies, don’t you, sweetheart?’ he panted. ‘I want to see what you do with my seed. Let- let me fill you, please, pretty little spider. Let me get you pregnant.’
It was too much. Miguel snapped. He rose to his feet and stormed forward in a blind rage, his claws spread and ready to tear you both apart.
‘¡QUÉ CABRÓN ERES!—’
But then he faltered. Once actually face-to-face with the mirror image of himself he weakened, because Mig was, as you’d noted before, huge. He was bent over to fuck you but still had to look down at Miguel, his red eyes burning in the dim light. His fangs were bigger, his claws sharper, and his body heftier from carrying such weight.
Miguel froze. He’d always seen Mig cowering or backing down, too afraid of his own strength to show it, but he wasn’t afraid anymore. To his great shame, Mig saw the hesitation in his eyes. The spider’s lips curled into a soft smile.
Mig continued to move inside you, openly panting onto his counterpart’s face with each hard thrust.
‘Mm—mm—mmf—’
You jolted slightly with each pump as your belly bulged.
Beneath the two you were helpless, your body small and bound. You were inches away from Miguel’s thick thighs, his carefully contoured pelvis sitting right above your face. You saw his suit throb and desperately tried to look away.
‘You— Y-You—’ Miguel bared his teeth in a desperate attempt to regain control, but his eyes gave away his own perverted thoughts. He was losing. His breath was hot and his cheeks were the colour of burnt umber.
You let out another pitiful whine as Mig arched himself back, allowing just half of his shaft to pump into you so he was rubbing your g-spot. You immediately swooned, a slurry of mewls and moans dripping from your wet lips.
Miguel couldn’t help it. He looked down.
Right in front of Mig he looked down at you, bound and helpless beneath, brainlessly taking that monstrous cock right into your guts.
His lips parted, flashing just an inch of fang. His own lips were wet at this point.
‘F-Fuck’ he grunted.
He could see it pulsing in and out. He could see the glistening slick coating his abdominal fur, thick and sticky and hanging in strings. He could see the way your cunt stretched to swallow every inch of Mig’s shaft. How could you let out those soft, needy moans when you were impaled like that?
‘Fffuuuccck’ he repeated in a low whine.
‘Mine.’
Mig hissed that word with dangerous intent, right in Miguel’s face. He continued to pant on him as he pumped, and Miguel continued to watch you get fucked. His hand was shaking at this point.
‘Sweet arañita, who do you belong to?’ Mig panted.
You felt his cock slipping right up against your velvety little cunt and abruptly clenched, involuntarily squirting slick all over his soft fur. It clung to his fur in pearly strings, and he gave an approving grunt as he felt it.
‘Arañita, mi amor, your body is too kind, but I need your words’ he whispered. He was unnervingly calm as he rocked inside you.
‘I-I’m yours’ you dumbly panted. You were rewarded with another toe-curling insertion, that perfectly timed grind which pushed his fat girth into your spot. A flood of aching pleasure forced you to squirt again.
‘MMF- Mmm, Mig!’
‘That’s it, good arañita. You’re all mine’ Mig praised a second time.
Miguel couldn’t stop watching. It was maddening.
Instinctively his hand began to creep downward, his fingers shaking as they drifted to your swollen clit. He wanted to feel how wet it was, how warm, but the moment he drifted over your lips he was forced back by Mig.
The larger spider hissed violently, his pale green venom pooling and dribbling from his mouth. A little bit hit Miguel’s cheek as he fell onto his backside.
‘Mine’ he repeated. ‘I’ll let you look, but you don’t touch.’
The embarrassment was unbearable. Miguel scowled, torn between a desire to leave and a desire to fight. Those urges he’d desperately tried to avoid were ruining his brain.
Seeing Miguel’s obvious distress, Mig decided to make it so much worse. He wasn’t done humiliating his other half, not yet.
‘Unless, they want you to’ he panted. Mig pulled back and gently tilted your body so you’d catch Miguel’s eye, all while maintaining his wet probing of your cunt.
‘Do you want him, arañita? Or do you want me?’
At this point you’d been fucked dumb, and you were barely coherent. You were drooling onto the silk, your thighs saturated in slick and sweat, your legs trembling from overstimulation as he continued to fill you like a toy.
‘You’ you whined with zero hesitation, ‘you, I want—you, please, Mig, more—’
You didn’t see the overt disappointment in Miguel’s face, the bruising of his ego. You didn’t see the jealousy in his face as Mig groaned.
‘You sure?’ Mig purred. His gratification was fuelling his over-confidence, as was the sweet release of feeling wanted after years of neglect. ‘You wouldn’t want some extra?’
‘Mm—want—you, p-please—f-fuck its so good, so—big— you’re amazing, Mig.’ Your words were slurring each time he pumped his cock, but he heard you loud and clear.
‘Even though I’m a- filthy, half-way spider?’ he coaxed. ‘Even though I’m- a monster?’
‘Yes- f-fuck, you’re my spider’ you whined.
His whining got louder, his moans turning to pathetic whimpers. He seemed more aroused by that than anything else.
‘Ah- you want me to mate with you?’ he pleaded.
‘Yes, yes—please.’
‘You want my babies, arañita? You want me to impregnate that pretty little body? Get you nice and full?’
‘Yes, yes, fuck—’
Those soft words tipped you over the edge as you orgasmed for the third time, your desperate moans echoed out into the wider forest. Mig savoured them with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. ‘F-fuck, you’re- so tight—good arañita, so good, well done’ he breathlessly praised.
Miguel wanted nothing more than to break his counterparts chiselled face. He could feel his claws extending, his heart pounding. He was itching for a fight. But, if he fought him, he’d have to stop watching. Those soft sounds were addictive as they floated through his mind, lulling him like a siren call.
Miguel took another look at your glassy eyes and wet lips, your body shimmering with sweat as you moaned. He felt himself throb. It was, in a way, easing his rut, by vicariously experiencing this primal breeding.
It was mortifying, but he stayed. He stayed back and watched as Mig continued to mate you.
‘Mm- fuck they’re so tight’ Mig moaned, now directly addressing Miguel. ‘So- soft, so- tight—so small. Can’t, wait to fill them—’
‘You’re disgusting’ Miguel spat.
Mig didn’t even seem to hear. His eyes were half closed, his lips parted as he felt your sweet cunt squeeze the life out of him.
‘Mm—mm—mi arañita—mine’ he repeated, over and over with each thrust. Miguel buried his face in his knees.
The clap of his fluffy abdomen on your bare ass filled the nest as he started to get rougher. He looked high, his eyes almost pink in the dim light. Every part of him was shaking.
‘Ah—I’m inside them—I’m inside them—’
You squeaked as Mig started to push your ankles back, curling your spine so he could get deeper. He’d involuntarily covered the floor in webbing from his sheer excitement. He was like a man in rapturous prayer.
‘I’m inside them-- they’re mine—’
Each wet thrust was now splashing slick as Mig began to verbally pant. He was spanking your body with each insertion, releasing the most obscenely lewd noises.
‘Okay, I’m close- I’m close, fuck—stay still for me arañita, that’s it—’
With a guttural groan Mig aggressively ejaculated inside you, his abdomen jerking and grinding to get each spurt as deep into your cunt as possible. You welcomed the thick warmth as it soothed your stretched out muscles.
Miguel had no choice. His pride wouldn’t let him leave, so he watched Mig cum inside you.
He fixated on your face as it happened, his sharp eyes watching the drool pooling from your open lips as your eyes rolled. He sneered, trying to disguise his jealousy with disgust. He could have done that easily, he told himself, he could have filled you just as well.
‘Ah…. Fuck, are you okay arañita?’
As Mig gently rocked to a halt he bent to check your face, tenderly nestling your cheek. You could only moan in response.
‘I’m- so, good—so, so good…’
Mig let out a soft sigh of relief. Somehow, the tenderness of his aftercare seemed to disgust Miguel more than anything else he’d seen. He was scowling openly as Mig gently slid himself out and admired his work.
‘Pretty little spider… Do you want to see?’
Miguel was taken aback as Mig addressed him directly. The larger man had his hand on your suspended hips, his eyes glowering in the candlelight.
The two narrowed their eyes almost in unison. Miguel knew he should leave, but he was too far gone at this point to stop. It was over. He was a beaten dog of a man, so why not indulge once more? He silently walked across the room to admire your quivering body.
‘Is that okay, arañita?’ Mig whispered to you. You nodded, and with a grunt Mig lifted your hips for Miguel to see.
You were utterly soiled at this point. Mig put his huge hand on your rear and tilted you gently, showing off the thick white seed oozing down your thighs. He made a point to push some back inside you with his finger, only for even more to squish out. You were stuffed.
Miguel shamefully relished the sight. It was strangely soothing, like he was tricking his brain into thinking he’d finished himself and could therefore ease the rut he was in.
‘This is mine’ Mig purred, his claw squeezing your right cheek until it left a red imprint. ‘This beautiful little creature, is mine. Understood?’
As Mig quietly addressed Miguel again he made a point of sealing your entrance shut with his web, excreting a thick and sticky plug right over your cunt. You oomphed as he did.
‘Yes’ Miguel hissed through gritted teeth.
‘And you won’t stop me enjoying them’ Mig added coldly. ‘I… I, deserve this. I’m not a threat. I’m not like, you.’
Mig felt you proudly shuffle your hips into his palm.
‘I’m not a threat’ he repeated. ‘And you can hound us all you want. I’m done with you now. I have… I have them.’
As you rolled and moaned on the floor Miguel felt his nose involuntarily wrinkling. He was still a mess of anger, resentment, and arousal, all of which were fighting each other in a gut-churning mess. All he knew is, he couldn’t stay here another minute.
‘You’re both animals. You deserve each other’ he grunted.
Miguel stormed towards the nest’s entrance as Mig began to cut you free. ‘I’ll finish my watch outside’ he called over his shoulder, and when Mig’s only response was to chuckle he snarled.
Miguel pushed open the door and jumped to the ground, his feet thumping as he hit the cold forest floor.
As he moved into position to watch he could hear you giggling above him in the nest. He couldn’t make out what you were saying but you sounded happy. Mig sounded happy too, with his soft words and his gleeful chuckles.
Miguel breathed out, hard, his breath turning to vapor in the air. The forest was a sea of black and white, with no illumination spare the pale, draining light of the moon.
He stood, rigid, as he listened to you and Mig laughing upstairs.
And then he palmed his crotch. He rubbed himself hard, his calloused fingers feeling each inch of his own fat girth.
His breath came a little faster. His blood was pumping in the cold air, his body steaming. With a desperately muffled moan he phased his suit away at the groin and began to stroke his cock.
‘Fuck…. Fuck, fuck—’
He was dripping pre-cum in mere seconds as he strained in his own fist. In his mind, he indulged. It made him sick to his stomach but he indulged regardless. He thought about your pleading, your doe eyes as you blinked away those overstimulated tears. The sounds of pleasure. The sounds of being wanted.
It was easy to blank out Mig’s lower body. It was easy to see that as him, to put himself there like a mirror, and to pretend he was receiving your praise, that he was inside you. It was him, after all. His face, his eyes.
No one-night stands. No desperate, animal fucking to placate his brain. He could pretend for one moment he was experiencing something real. Those soft words, that need for more. I’m yours, you’d said. He replayed it in his mind.
So wet. So tight. Squirming on his cock, begging for more. Begging for him. Pulsing, filling, breeding. Being so wanted that you’d let him get you pregnant.
Oh god. Being wanted.
He vicariously put himself in his counterpart’s place, and with his free hand over his mouth he orgasmed onto the ground below. It was hard enough to make his body shudder and his knees weak. He coated the grass in his seed, the strings glistening slightly in the pale moonlight, before slowly phasing his suit back on.
The post-orgasm clarity hit him like a bus. Now satiated all he had was rage. Rage at himself that he couldn’t accept, and so just as he’d vicariously lived through his variant, he shifted all the blame to Mig.
He was going to ruin his counterpart’s life, whether it killed him or not.
But, first, he’d live through him.
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OH MY LORD. am the previous anon who requested the bottom Miguel and you just made my day. If you dont mind can I keep requesting bottom Miguel? Okay so if you dont mind and if still open can this be a little continue story. So Miguel remembers the first time him and reader did it and with the camera watching them and he loves the idea so much. That reader visits him at work and fucks him at his desk with the door unlocked so there is a chance anyone can come in and degrading him.And also do you take known anons because am coming back for your moonknight and this if you dont mind.
desperation part II
miguel o'hara x male reader
note: hey anon! thank you for requesting bottom miguel, it's really fun writing these. i do take known anons, feel free to drop by and visit my inbox! i'll be looking forward to it.
cw: bottom!miguel, office sex, exhibitionism(?), unprotected anal, oral, sir kink.
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after the night of patrolling, miguel’s thoughts about you failed to stop. he couldn’t focus on his work, which was the number one thing he was most devoted to. he sat at his desk, sighing as he tried his best to focus on the work at hand. his mind began to wander and he was curious, wondering if he could find the footage from that night. as embarrassing it was to admit, he wanted it for selfish reasons but to also make sure no one had had their hands on it yet.
miguel leaned forward and began typing into the system, putting in the coordinates they were located at that night. he got access to the cameras and hesitated momentarily before clicking on the timestamp that you both were there. he clicked on it, letting the video play and his face flushed as it recorded everything you both had done. he was surprised that it picked up audio as well, your combined moans filling the air. he watched how you thrust inside of him and how you filled him up, which flustered him even more. he turned around, checking if anyone was behind him just in case someone were to see what was on his screen. realizing someone wasn’t there, he looked back at the screen and began touching himself to the thought of you doing this to him again.
“ah.. fuck,” his moans filled his office as he touched himself, unaware of anything else around him.
you decided to visit miguel at work, as you wanted to surprise him and check out what he was doing. he always worked late into the night, sometimes forgetting how to take a break and help himself. however, you were always there to remind him to do the things he needs to do for himself, and because of that he had always appreciated you for this and made him fall harder for you.
before you entered his office, you stood outside the door as you heard faint sounds of him, and you felt your heart drop. if he were doing something in there with someone else, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. you took a deep breath and turned the knob, stepping inside of his office and saw miguel lazily touching himself to the footage of you both. your eyes widened and you closed the door behind you, hoping that nobody had heard that.
miguel jumped back and covered his lap with his hands, eyes widening as well. “i didn’t expect you to come– i’m sorry,” he tried to click out of the footage but you stopped him as you grabbed his jaw to make him look up at you.
“don’t be sorry… you like that don’t you? being watched as i mercilessly fuck you?” you said with your voice filled with lust and confidence, and that was enough to make miguel melt under your touch.
“yes, i do sir..” he mumbled under his breath and you felt your breath hitch at this name he called you. you felt powerful and you knew you had him then. you spun his chair towards you to make him face you and you looked down at his throbbing cock, precum pathetically leaking out as it rested on his thigh.
“strip” you ordered and miguel looked at you then at the door. you raised a brow and looked behind you, noticing that the door was unlocked.
“cat got your tongue, mutt?” you asked and miguel whimpered into your touch as you grabbed his chin, “don’t make me say it again”
miguel frantically took his clothes off and you watched him undress, slowly palming yourself at the sight of him like this. “get on your knees” you ordered and miguel did what you asked, immediately getting on his knees and he knew what to do. he began to unbuckle your belt but you slapped his hand away, raising a brow at what he was doing.
“did i say you could do that? beg.” you crossed your arms together and he looked at you with such submission and slutty eyes.
“please, sir. let me take you in my mouth, i need it. i need you–,” he put his face against your bulge, mouthing you through your pants. you groaned in response, not wanting to swat him away.
“please” the way he begged made you feel weak, unable to keep watching him like this.
“if you word it like that, how could i resist you?” you let him unbuckle your belt and take your cock out, gently touching you as he put the tip in his mouth. you moaned at the touch of his warm mouth as he took all of you with no problem, feeling yourself hit the back of his throat.
“miguel– oh fuck, your mouth feels so good. you were meant to do this…” you grabbed his head and began fucking into his mouth, not caring about his muffled whines and pleas to stop. “take it like the good boy you are” you hissed at him, causing the other to moan against you and quicken his pace.
miguel then began to palm himself and you noticed, quickly pushing his arm away with your leg. he whined, looking back up at you as he continued to suck you off. his lips wrapped around your cock, along with the sounds his mouth would make as he sucked made it all overwhelming for you to take. you ran your fingers through his hair as he continued and your climax began to reach its peak.
“lo estás haciendo muy bien,” you whispered and got him off of you, earning a groan from miguel. you pointed at his desk and he got up immediately, using the table to stabilize himself as he bent over for you. he looked back at you as you positioned yourself and a loud moan escaped his lips as you pushed your tip inside of his hole. miguel looked down at the floor as he covered his mouth, stifling his moans as you fucked into him. “s..so tight, miguel,” you threw your head back as you moved your hips against him, the sound of skin slapping filling the air along with your shared moans.
then a sudden knock against the door made you jump, causing miguel to move and make you slip out of him. you grabbed his hips and forced yourself back inside of him, earning a loud yelp from him.
“miguel?” ben called out as he reached for the doorknob, attempting to open it. the rattling of the knob made miguel’s eyes widen and he yelled, “hold on! i’m f–focusing here!” as you continued your pace, abusing his prostate with each thrust.
“okay, thought i heard somethin’. sorry,” he quickly let go of the doorknob and walked away, hearing his footsteps fade away.
“are you serious? what if he caught us?” he gritted his teeth but you looked at him with a smirk, purposefully slamming into him to get a reaction out of him.
“you like that, don’t you? fucking disgusting pervert,” you placed a hand on his hip while the other gripped onto his hair, angling your thrusts just right. miguel gasped into the air, unable to control his loud moans and whimpers of your name.
at this point, you knew everyone could hear you and you didn’t care. miguel? he was too lost in your sex to care about anyone knowing about this since he knew he had a lot of power in the facility.
“sir, i’m getting close– please, let me cum!” he begged out loud, his moans getting sloppier and his body felt as if it was going to collapse on itself.
“look at the camera miguel, let ‘em see how much of a whore you are” you turned his head to make him look up at the camera in his office and used your other hand to touch his neglected cock, causing him to come within seconds of doing so. miguel moaned your name over and over, the camera catching every second of what you both have done in his office. you came in him shortly after and stayed inside to catch your breath before you pulled out. he continued to stay in the same position, and took this time to watch your cum leak out of him. it was a beautiful sight to see him like this, such a powerful man getting fucked like a whore with no regard for whether or not someone would’ve seen you both.
“we gotta do this more often, what’d ya think?” you teased and he pushed himself back against your cock. “please” he pleaded as he looked back at you with those pretty eyes.
“just make sure you’re louder this time, let ‘em hear you..” you leaned down and whispered in his ear before pushing his head back down onto the desk.
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Hunting You-part one
•A successful assassin from London named Penny is hired to travel to Small Heath and kill Thomas Shelby. (Don’t want to give too much away tehe)
•WARNINGS(18+, minors DNI): Enemies to lovers, Dual POV, Smut (in future chapters), Lots of angst, Strong language, Lots of violence
•Authors note: hey y’all! This story has been brewing in my mind for some time.This part is kind of an introduction to my story. Reblog if you enjoy:) Next part will be in Tommy’s POV.
Penny
I checked my watch every few minutes for what seemed like an eternity. Plopping my elbows on the wooden table top, I huffed loudly. According to the dick who hired me, Shelby should’ve been here hours ago. Honestly, I didn’t mind waiting, since I was paid in advance, but my fingers still twitched in anticipation, eager to finally get my hands dirty again.
This was an ordinary night for me, except for the part where I had to travel into this piss poor town. Under any other circumstance, I would have told the man who hired me to fuck off. But how could I refuse such a hefty wage? Anyways, doing this out of town work only makes my job easier. At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Nobody here seems sober enough to remember gossip about a hitman. Let alone talk of a random woman in a pub.
Killing Thomas Shelby will definitely make waves Small Heath, but thats not my problem. I’d be gone before sun rise. Talks of a female assassin surely hadn’t traveled to this poor drunken town anyways. It’ll be as if I was never here.
I nurse my glass of whiskey. Just as the rim of the glass touches my lips, I pull out the very dated photograph of Mr.Shelby I was given. I imagine he was just a boy in the photo. He appears to be in uniform and my chest tightens at the thought. I can only imagine the horrors he’s seen since this was taken. It wouldn’t surprise me if the man today doesn’t resemble this photograph at all.
The doors open for the first time in an hour and I hear the booming laughter before I see the lot of them. A large group of nicely dressed men in caps waltz in and I assume this to be the notorious Peaky Blinders. Of course I did some research before coming here. They were feared throughout this place. Known to be unforgiving and ruthless. This Shelby man I’m sure is a sick and twisted bastard. All the best men I know are. I myself am a bit sick and twisted.
Hiring a female hitman, like myself, had different perks. It’s far easier for a woman to get close to a man they don’t know. They don’t see us in the same light. We come off as less of a threat. In my experience, no man is immune to the powers a beautiful woman can possess over a man, in the right circumstances. Thomas Shelby couldn’t be any different from the rest of them.
I straightened my back and fell into the role I’d been assigned. My long black dress hugs my waist and my thigh is bare under the slit of my gown.
My eyes search for someone loosely similar to the photograph, maybe with a beard and some extra weight, but there’s so many men now crowding my view. Eventually, I hear a loud voice yell for a “Tommy.”
Gotcha.
The men seem to part perfectly and I have a clear view of him. I see the not-so-young-boy who grew into this apparently fearsome man.
My blood runs cold and I curse under my breath. To put it plainly, the man is fucking gorgeous. His stature radiates confidence while his presence demands respect.
He’s aged nicely, his cheekbones even more pronounced now. Even from my small booth in the corner, I notice his dazzling blue eyes. Out of all the men here, why did it have to be this one? Most of the men I’m hired to kill are assholes who don’t deserve to see the sun again. I hope he’s the same.
I beeline to a nearby group of drunk and smelly men. I pretend to walk past them and “trip,” over one of the chairs, spilling my whiskey out onto an old man’s shoulder.
“Stupid bitch!” The man attempts to stand up and almost falls on his ass. I try to muffle my laughter. I wish I could kill this one too, it would be too easy.
“I’m so sorry, sir!” I plead with him and he finally steps closer to me, trapping my body against another table. His stench is repulsive and it takes every bit of willpower inside of me not to put a bullet through this fuckers head. I momentarily get lost in the thought, his greasy face would downturn and the life would drain from his angry expression before he dropped dead.
My hands press down into the table as he spits at me. He grabs my wrist tightly before speaking again.
“You’ll fuckin pay for that, girl. Why don’t you join me and-
A hand covers the man’s shoulder, squeezing harshly before speaking. As if the man has eyes in the back of his head, he freezes and turns slowly, like he knows exactly who the hand on his shoulder belongs to.
“Alright, Tim?” A low but smooth voice asks. My breath hitches in my throat and I don’t really need to pretend how scared I am anymore.
“Of course, Mr.Shelby. Just teaching this one a lesson in manners.” The big oaf states confidently.
For the first time, Mr.Shelby’s eyes lock with mine and I suddenly forgot how to breath or blink or function at all. He’s even more stunning this closeup. He examines me for an uncomfortable amount of time before speaking again.
“I don’t think that’ll be nessacary Timmy. Why don’t you go back to your table and let me handle it?” This Tim man peaks at Tommy from behind his shoulder and I can tell this is an order. Tim finally releases my wrist and grunts, giving me one last look that makes me feel dirty, and stumbles off.
I exhale loudly, pretending to finally relax.
“Thank you, sir. I was worried I wouldn’t get out of that one.” I stated, chuckling lightly under my breath.
“No trouble, Tim’s an angry drunk. He won’t remember ya tomorrow.” His words sit in the air between us awkwardly before I decide to speak again.
“I’m Nora.” I lie.
I stick my hand out and smile stupidly. This takes him back but he recovers quickly, smirking and pressing his hand in mine firmly.
“Tommy. You aren’t from here…don’t tell me you actually moved to Small Heath on your own free will.” He chuckles darkly, placing his half empty glass between his lips and searching my eyes for an answer. He looks similar to the picture, more dead in the eyes now. No less mesmerizing.
I laugh. “Thankfully, no. I’m just here visiting an old friend. How’d you know?” I place my own glass to my lips now, scanning the room behind him.
He smirks, finally letting his eyes drop for a split second to my chest.
Shrugging his shoulders plainly, he states, “It’s a small town and I’ve lived here me whole life. I would’ve known if someone like you lived here.”
My eyebrows arch in question. “Someone like me, yeh?”
He smiles slowly, but it’s dark, almost like a warning. I don’t understand why I’m suddenly so clammy?
I need to get this over with. My body is betraying me, because all I can think about are his lips and how they would feel on mine and what his chest looks like underneath all those damn layers.
Giving in only slightly to my body’s demands, I take one big step into him, putting my chest inches from his own. I look up at him with a dazzling smile, and he just smirks. Does he always have that smug fucking look on?
“Well thank you for saving me, Tommy.” His eyebrows shoot up in what I’m assuming is surprise?
“Another whiskey?” He asks, stepping past me towards the bar and nodding to the barman.
I take in his stature beside me, leaning his forearms against the long bar. As much as I would love to entertain this handsome stranger, I had a job to do.
I squeeze his shoulder, leaning into him so my lips barely touch his ear.
“Excuse my forwardness, but I’d rather take you back to my flat, Tommy.” I squeeze his shoulder one last time before stepping back.
He cranes his neck to look behind him at I don’t know what before returning back to me.
“I like forward. Lead the way, love.” Finally, this can end.
“Of course…” I say sheepishly and he doesn’t hesitate to follow closely behind, his hand resting on my lower back. The sensation sends a shiver up my spine.
As we trot outside, he moves his hand from my back to behind his own and i do the same. I silently acknowledge the few daggers I have hidden in my stockings along with the gun in my purse….aaaaaand maybe a few razor blades underneath my pinned updo. It’s just a precaution, really. I can never be too safe. Plus, it’s fun to switch it up every once and a while.
“Where ya staying?” He asks smoothly as we round the dark corner.
“Just across the p- the air is quickly swept from my lungs as Thomas grabs me from behind and slams my body against a brick wall. I gasp as both of his hands wrap around my throat and he never stops squeezing.
Fuck. He knows.
Panic sets in and I’m clawing at his arms desperately. I try to maneuver my legs in order to knee him, but his body is flush against my own.
“thought it be that easy to kill me? You’re at the back of a long line, love.”
I muster up enough rage in my throat to spit out a “fuck you.”
My hands could only reach his side, so I wail on him. As soon as my punch lands, I feel another pair of hands on me, pinning my arms over my head. Thomas bends for only a few seconds before spitting and regaining hold over me.
I look over to see the other man pinning me against the wall. He’s younger than Thomas, but sporting a similar smirk.
If I don’t finish this job, Tommy will kill me. And if he doesn’t, the man who hired me would. Especially after being paid in advance.
I felt myself slipping from the lack of oxygen. But just as I closed my eyes, Tommy released me but the other man stays put to my side, his hands tighten around my wrists and his chest is pressing into my arm.
Tommy turns back around, adjusting his coat and lighting a cigarette before examining my flesh, the way my dress had fallen open at my chest during our scuffle.
“Who hired you?” He asked plainly.
My chest was heaving and I swear his eyes followed the movement for a split second.
“How should I fucking know? A man overpays me in advance for a hit and I don’t ask questions.”
The man holding my body hostage against the brick wall, bellows out an annoying laugh but Tommy doesn’t so much as smirk.
He sighs before reaching inside of his coat and pointing the barrel of his gun at me.
I giggle, cocking my head and studying him now. “You ever killed a woman, Mr.Shelby?”
“Enough. Tell me his name or I’ll put a bullet between those pretty eyes.” He says, almost softly, like he’s seducing me instead of trying to kill me. I hate how my thighs clench together and my nipples harden under my dress. All this foreplay tonight between the gun, the two angry men holding me against a wall and a touch of breath play.
“Promise?” I don’t know how, but I knew he wouldn’t shoot.
He sticks his gun back into his holster from underneath his coat before speaking again.
“John, put her to sleep and tie her up.” And before I could even protest, the man’s hands move from my wrists to around my skull, slamming it into the brick wall. Everything goes black. I never stood a chance.
Part two coming soon in Tommy’s POV!
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⤷ incubus!soobin x fem!reader
⤷ w.c: 5.7k
⤷ summary: to you, he was the prettiest human you’ve ever seen, and thanks to your luck, you two end up becoming partners in your psych class. as time went by, the boy kept appearing in your dreams at the weirdest times. but now, you’re not too sure about the human part…
⤷ contents: dom!soobin, sub!reader, religious corruption, oral (fem receiving), degradation, slight dumbification, pervy soobin, FILTH, wet dreams, demon-like features (horns, nails, tail, teeth, split tongue, and wings), mirror sex, overstimulation, masturbation, soobin is BIG, unprotected sex, if i missed anything sorryyy :(
⤷ author's note: this is my first publicly published fic but i'm super excited to share! hopefully you guys enjoy! also, the lowercase is intentional. – jae
“why did i think signing up for morning classes was a good idea? i basically just set myself up.”
that thought ran wild in your head as you stared at your purple lit ceiling. it was was too fucking early to learn psychology but hey, your day was done right after it so, like the “responsible” student you were, you forced yourself out of your bed and put on cute yet comfortable clothes to get yourself started with the day. thankfully, campus wasn’t that far from your off-campus apartment so what’s the point of wasting gas when you could just walk?
perfect timing, 15 minutes early and nobody was there. you picked the most convenient seat in the room and unpacked your folders and notebook to begin with class. not even 10 minutes later, more and more students started rolling in and finding seats beside their friends or people they found attractive to grab their attention.
but then there’s him..
yeah, him the one with the specks and black hair that stood out to you but probably not to everyone else; why is that? you remembered the first time he came in the class, he was just a week behind because of the class switch period but, once he walked in he immediately caught your eye. if you could recall, you believed his name was soobin; tall, pretty face and beautiful lips, everything about him was beautiful and portioned correctly. it’s a shame you were the only one who appreciated his beauty.
“alright guys if you check in our class section, you will see the group that you’re in for the rest of this project so get comfortable with one another cause you’re stuck with them for a while,” a small laugh fell from the professor's lips like it was sooo funny. everybody groaned at the end of his spiel and started moving towards the numbered tables. you were table 2 so you didn’t have to move at all but in the corner of your eye you saw two bodies approaching you.
“you must be—“
“____! hi,” you smiled. you turned your head fully to get a glimpse of your two partners and dear god your luck must be either shitty or great. soobin sat down beside you while the other partner sat across from both of you. to you, this had to be either some sort of punishment or blessing; he smelt so good like freshly folded laundry with a hint of cologne. you couldn’t even imagine what he sounded like too.
you pulled out the rubric of the project quickly before you could turn to the pretty boy and ask him his name. he didn’t seem tense and he didn’t seem nervous to talk either but, he did seem a little standoffish the way he immediately went to write notes down before introducing himself.
“what’s your name?” you asked looking directly at his face hoping to burn holes in them so he could have eye contact with you. the other partner already introduced themself right after asking your name. he finally took his focus away from the notes and looked at your eyes glowing with curiosity as to who the hell he was.
“i’m soobin.”
—————
on your way back home all you could think about was him. the rest of the class he was quiet, only wrote down notes, and typed in the things that he thought would help us out with the project.
“maybe he’s shy,” you convinced yourself. this is the first time you’ve met him so maybe he’s just a little nervous.
before you left the class, you asked your group if they wanted to come to the food court on campus to discuss the project and possibly get to know one another. sadly, the other partner had to attend another class right after so the only one was soobin. to no avail, he looked down at you with an unreadable expression and said, “no.”
it wasn’t like you did something to him so why was he so cold? you brushed it off once you got inside of your apartment and took a quick shower. you threw yourself onto your bed and cuddled up in your sheets to take a quick nap.
it was so blurry. you couldn’t make out anything except for the fact you were in class. everyone was sitting together with their group but you were sitting all by yourself. you checked your phone looking at the time seeing class was going to start in 10 minutes. finally, soobin walked in and took his place beside you smelling good as usual but this time with a little more cologne. the professor came to your table explaining how the other partner dropped the class and how it will just be you and soobin this time. you nodded your head and faced the pretty boy watching him as he eyed your face and then your stature up and down with a sly smirk on his face. “wanna go to the food court?”
you woke up to your ceiling being lit blue this time and the sky dark. you literally just started talking to the boy and here you go having dreams about him but, it was nothing crazy so you went on about your night.
well… you wished it was nothing crazy..
“your partner dropped the class so you and soobin will just be the only group with two people. if you need help with the project just let me know.”
this was too much like deja vu, too much of a coincidence. the dream happened two days ago but you remembered it so vividly when the professor spoke. maybe it was just a foreshadowing, usually dreams like that can happen.
all class, you and soobin worked on the project and he spoke a little more than usual. “i created a doc where we can jot down ideas at the same time,” you spoke taking out the said document. the title was called “the mind of sex;” your group decided to talk about the minds of those and how one’s psych can effect their sexual adrenaline and desires. “i found some sites that can help us as well.”
soobin nodded as his fingers went to work on his computer. honestly, seeing him focus and type away made you wonder what goes on in his head. this topic is definitely going to open some weird behaviors and some awkward feelings but he seemed like he didn’t care. you both are adults after all but you knew this topic would make you feel extremely awkward, especially around somebody so handsome.
“you want to go to the food court?” you blinked once you realized he was staring at you. the shuffling of people packing up and talking about whatever the hell tuned back into you; were you staring that hard?
“oh- yeah we can, sorry..” you never put your stuff away that fast before. the way he asked in such a soft yet deep voice made your cheeks warm. little did you know, soobin knew the effect he had on you, watching you with a little smirk.
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days, weeks, even a month passed and this project was close to being finished. every week, you and soobin decided to go to the food court after that class. he’s much warmer than you thought he was, laughing at your jokes, sharing food, and being an amazing partner that didn’t make you do all the work. you also realized that the topic isn’t as awkward as you thought.
“hey you wanna try this ice cream flavor with me? i heard it’s super good,” you asked. you already purchased it and grabbed two spoons getting ready to dig in but you believed it would be better if he tried it with you. he laughed and grabbed the spoon getting ready to taste it with you. your eyes grew wide at the flavour loving it so much while soobin on the other hand hated it.
“yeah.. you can have it..” he gagged, drinking his soda to flush the taste down. you giggled at him and continued eating it with glowing eyes, those same glowing eyes you gave him when you asked him his name. he nibbled on his lip watching you look around while eating it. almost like a little kitten. “…cute.”
you didn’t hear him.
thank god you didn’t.
ironic of him to be saying ‘thank god…’
soobin looked to the right to see two men watching you.
“seems like at least one of them has the hots for you,” he sighed. you looked over to see the two men nod their head up ‘hey.’ you rolled your eyes and looked back at soobin.
“maybe they want you instead,” you smiled, bringing your attention back to your ice cream and phone. soobin wasn’t stupid, he’s a man too after all. you were absolutely beautiful to him and definitely to others, and the way you’re licking around that spoon could have anybody go nuts for you.
yeah.. especially the way you were licking it.
it’s in soobin’s nature, he can’t help it. somebody with such a cute face licking the spoon sinfully can only make his brain run wild. thinking about how you would look getting on your slightly red knees, licking at his clothed dick begging for it to choke yo—
“soobin?” his eyes were dark. way too dark. almost like your dream. lately, you’ve been having dreams about him more and more. they would be normal dreams like you two going to the food court or going on a cute small date but before you would wake, his eyes would look dark. no life, no feeling, just dark. and every time you saw them your stomach would churn. a pool inside your gut will toss and make your face feel hot, almost like you were aroused but it was only for a slight second, not enough for you to fully pinpoint the kind of feeling it was.
but it happened again and this time you weren’t dreaming.
“oh shit, i forgot i have to go! i’ll talk to you later okay, text me when you get home!” before you could even say goodbye he left. you blinked a couple of times before brushing off that anxious feeling. you loved soobin yes, but every once and a while this anxious feeling would come to you, itching your brain like it was telling you to run but you ignored it. soobin has proved himself more and more that he’s a sweetheart and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. so why was your gut reacting this way?
where were you? it almost looked like your room…maybe? you were burning up, sweat running down your face but your lower half was uncomfortably wet. your gut was tight with arousal wanting nothing more than to get off but you just couldn’t move.
now, it cut to a body. a head actually. your hands gripping their hair as their tongue lapped against your folds and slurped against your clit. every muscle in your body wanted to buck your hips into their mouth, wanting them to go faster but dear god the strength that they had around your hips was inhumane. curses left your lips as you felt that rope begin to snap but why wasn’t it. it felt drawn out like you couldn’t release at all yet you were so close. they sucked harder, using their fingers inside of you hitting that spot every time they curved them up.
“please.. please please i’m so close,” you sighed, knowing your juices were sticking to the bed and the strangers face. their hand came up to your chest, pinching your hardened nipple taking you to the edge but not there. it was only a little bit away. just a little.
“please.. soobin—“
your brain didn’t stop. the dream kept going, completely ignoring the fact you said his name. it was just a dream right, no harm or anything, you couldn’t control it.
if anybody else was living in your apartment, they would definitely hear the noises you were making, such slutty and dirty noises. you tossed and turned in your bed, humping the air feeling like your dream was real.
and it was all his doing.
soobin sat on the balcony, right outside of your window. legs crossed, eyes gold, horns curled, nails long and sharp, and wings larger than the average demon and a long tail with a heart shaped spike at the end. his presence is only sensed by you in your dream, nobody else. he could see how the dream was playing out, making the scenes unfold but to his surprise, before he could bring himself into the mix, you were already begging for him. a shiver ran through his spine after hearing his name fall from your mouth so prettily. his sharp canines bit at his lip, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you bucking up into his face, begging for him to fuck you and make a mess of you.
he’s so close to making you finally his.
—————
the dreams wouldn’t stop. every morning you would wake up unsatisfied, aroused beyond belief at that thought of soobin. he appeared in your dreams more often then at usual doing the most unholy things to you. at one point, there was a time where your plump lips wrapped around his girthy dick, feeling every vein on your tongue, and watching his face with wide eyes. then, there was when he fucked you against the wall, burns on your back from the friction. and then, you sitting on his face, riding his tongue feeling so fucking good.
it was driving you insane.
you would wake up around the same time every night, 3:45 am. your panties soaked with precum and that itch that you needed to fulfill.
the average person would just change their underwear and sleep it off. but you? you couldn’t. you immediately took your phone and scrolled through twitter to find something, just anything to help you finish. your vibrator in one hand with the phone in the other, finding some pretty girl getting pounded by this man with a huge dick just like soobin had in her dream. her moaning, drool coming out of the side of her mouth and cum spilling from her cunt.
maybe it was the lack of sleep.
or maybe it was the frequent dreams about him.
but as you looked at the videos, it seemed like the video changed from the girl to you, and the man to soobin, him being the one pounding into you like you were some lifeless fuck toy.
you felt so guilty. you felt like complete shit, but fuck you couldn’t help it. moaning out his name as you finished yourself off after the blue-balled dream that you had.
yet you still went to class. guilt rushed through your body as you saw the pretty boy walk into class with a big smile on his face as he saw you. you tried to return the favor but the guilt just kept eating at you.
but the devil was winning terribly today.
soobin became awfully clingy today. his hand placed on your thigh, his fingers playing with your own, even a tight back hug here and there and it was driving you insane. your panties soaked once again as you thought about your unforgivable actions, seeing the size difference between your hand and his, wishing it was around your neck instead.
more and more arousal fell into your panties and fuck soobin can smell it. it was intoxicating to him. if he didn’t have all that self control his eyes would’ve immediately turned gold. he both knew that you and him could not fight it off any longer.
“since we have to present on thursday, is it cool if i come over so we can practice it?” he asked. maybe it was because you were eager for a crumb of his presence. or maybe something or somebody was controlling you to answer the way you did.
“yeah sure!”
you both walked together, grabbing snacks along the way. you had some bottles of wine as well so you guys can have a good time.
“you’re really good at speaking,” you told him. you both just ran over lines to get a grasp on it to see how much you both could remember.
“you think so?” he asked, sitting back down beside you taking a sip of his wine. the wine definitely made you feel more loose and not so tense, it’s almost like you forgot about why you were so tense.
“yeah, it’s almost like you’re drawing people in when you talk. its really good.” it’s almost like you were talking from experience. his voice was intoxicating, it drew you in immediately. you two talked more about the subject and ate some of the chips you guys bought as well.
“it’s still funny to me how kinks are considered psychological disorders,” you chuckled watching the tv.
“what? you saying you have some?” he chuckled. yeah he was a demon alright, he knew where this was going and so did you but the wine didn’t make you back down from the question.
“if you tell me yours i’ll tell you mine.”
“oh please,” he laughed. “this has to be a set up. you probably don’t even have one.” you smiled and bit your lip trying to hold back a laugh but you took one more sip of your wine and drew your attention back at him.
“i like… looking at myself in the mirror. is that a kink?” you asked, eating your chips again. usually you’re not like this but this feeling that this man was resonating made every impulsive thought leave your mouth. he looked over at you as he drank his wine, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“you’ve had sex in front of a mirror before?” his voice low and his eyes heavy as he watched your reaction. every hormone that he was giving off was slowly affecting you, your lip between your teeth and your legs closed together trying to calm yourself down. from your reaction, it didn’t seem like you had sex in front of one. “or did you fuck yourself in front of it?”
god you hope he didn’t hear you.
a small gasp came from your lips at his words.
he was so close to jumping on you. the little bit of sanity that he had left stopped him.
“for me,” he began. “i love seeing my partner beg and look helpless under me..”
it was like you were under some spell. words that you understood started to turn into a different language, like it was demonic. your body started to burn up, stomach turning creating that same churn that you had in your dreams. your breath started to quicken as you felt yourself drip into your panties.
“fuck..” you moaned throwing your head back. the trance wouldn’t stop and so did his words, it felt like torture. you gripped onto the arm of the sofa trying to find something to give you leverage. the voices wouldn’t leave your head and this addicting feeling wouldn’t either. where was soobin? was he okay?
just like he read your mind, he looked down at your helpless state, eyes gold and horns showing. his beautiful hand grabbing your face.
“you poor thing,” he whispered. the voices went away but this rope in your gut didn’t. your skin was on fire making you want to rip your clothes off one by one. “doesn’t this feel so familiar?”
what was he talking about? you couldn’t even think, your focus only being on wanting this feeling to go away. but he was right, this did feel familiar.. the fever like temperature, the churning, and his presence, this felt too familiar.
“all those dreams, you thought those were normal?” you moaned at his words, scenes of your dreams played behind your eyelids. you bucked your hips into the air trying to feel something, just anything. you opened your eyes, looking at soobin’s state.
his eyes gold, horns curled, canines sharp.
you’ve heard of this before. an incubus. somebody who comes in your dreams and feast off of your wet dreams. to think it was real… to think it was soobin.
his hand let go of your face but placed it softly under your chin with his thumb caressing your cheek.
“i almost feel bad,” he whispered bringing his face close to yours. “betraying you like this. you look so helpless and confused. it makes me want you more, lovely. do you still love me? you still love the soobin you knew before?”
you can’t be this insane… you swear you couldn’t.
looking at his face, his demon features, and the surprising warmth coming from his hand, it made you spiral.
“so… so pretty…” you whispered. your heart rate sped up the longer you looked at him. you knew it, everything about him screamed he was hiding something and yet you found it so attractive. the darkness in his eyes that he had for a split second every time you looked at him, the sly smirk,the anxious feeling that you got, everything screamed something to you. yet, this soobin was just as beautiful.
you brought your weak hand up, placing it on his cheek. the sharp heart shaped end of his tail slowly moved along with your movement, anticipating your every move.
“pl… please soobin…” you whined, your stomach still churning wanting to feel him inside of you. soobin must’ve gone soft, his heart weak for you after he heard those soft words leave your lips.
he brought himself around and picked you up, placing you against the wall. one of his hands held you up while the other ran up your stomach. his plump lips found yours, canines biting down onto your lip. the sigh of relief that left your lips after finally feeling what you’ve been wanting for months. his large bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt, making you whimper into the kiss.
breaking from the kiss, he made his way to your neck. rubbing his nose against you, taking in your scent and hearing the blood pump through your veins. his lips placed soft kisses against your neck until his tongue found its way.
his fucking tongue. his tongue soft, long, and split slowly taking in the taste of your skin. a groan came from within him, making him buck into you.
“holy fuck…” you breathed. he smiled against your skin at your choice of words. he looked at your face, your eyes low and dark with lust and cheeks flushed. fuck he could’ve came just looking at you. he brought his sharp nail to your shirt, easily ripping it in the center showing your braless chest. he place his hand on you stomach making your chest tighten more. a deep moan came from your lips feeling your blood rush further down to your cunt.
“soobin please…!” you pleaded.
as evil as soobin can be, he has a rule set; in order for him to give you what you wanted, you had to invite him in. this was a form of consent for the demon for you to give him your all andfor him to do the same. this was also a bonding form for you to stay with him, to be his till death.
a circle with words in a different stroke pattern appeared on your stomach, glowing a bright yellow.
“do you want me, lovely?” he groaned into your ear. “you want me to give you want?”
tears streamed down your face as whimpers came out of your mouth. you could feel your slick slide down your leg, coating his covered dick.
“if you let me in baby, your life will change. your Lord won’t be able to save you, love…” his tongue wrapped around to the other side of your neck, feeling you gulp at his menstrations. “you will be a walking sin along with me, no verse, no prayer, no forgiveness can save you. do you want that?”
you didn’t care, you wanted soobin, every part of him you needed. even if that meant staying with him for the rest of your life, you didn’t care.
you nodded your head but that wasn’t the answer he wanted.
“you need to say it baby. invite me.”
“yes…! i.. fuck i invite you…!”
his middle and ring finger traced the circle on your stomach flashing red when finished. soobin wasted no time bringing you to your room and throwing you on the bed.
he threw his shirt off, his spiked tail moving side to side in excitement. he pulled down your shorts and panties in one movement, seeing your cunt unbelievably soaked.
“fuck…” he breathed, pulling your ankles and dragging you down to the end of the bed. he brought your thighs around his head, flattening his split tongue separating your folds. your back arched from the bed, gripping onto your sheets for mercy. you tasted so good, so sweet and addicting.
ideas of what to do to you kept running through his mind. he wanted to see you on your knees, he wanted to see it slide into you, he definitely wanted to taste you to the point he wouldn’t forget your taste. everything was running through his mind and his dick. his hand climbed up your body, finding its way to your breast pinching your nipple between his fingers. his tongue never finding a break between your folds; his split tongue scissoring along your clit intensely then finally making its way into your entrance. your thighs began to shake around his head, threatening to close around him but of course he wasn’t going to let that happen. he slapped your quivering thigh making you whine at the pain only for it to be followed by two more slaps. his tongue showed no mercy, reaching places within you making your build up come quicker than usual.
he pulled away, bringing himself up to look into your eyes. his nails contracted into a human-like nail bed making it easier for him to coat his digits with your arousal. his slick lips finding its way to your chest,your neck, and then to your cheek.
“you want me right here baby?” he groaned against your cheek. his fingers only grazing your clit and entrance, making it messier. for a slight second his hand stopped its menstrations causing a whine to fall from your lips, bucking up into nothing trying to follow his touch.
but fuck he didn’t like that.
a wave of pain ran through you as his hand slapped your cunt. he licked at your cheek with a smile forming on his lips. then he did it again.
and again…
and again…
“you’re not gonna answer me babe..?” the salty taste of your tears fell on his tongue as he continued to lick your reddened cheek. of course a slut like you would enjoy that pain, your pussy getting wetter by the second. his fingers slowly rubbed against your clit, riling you up more. “tell me that you want me.”
his name fell from your lips as his digits slid through your entrance. the pace was antagonizing yet so fucking delicious. who would've thought that would send you over the edge?
“shit…” you gasped as your pussy convulsed around his fingers. the rope finally snapped, making your mind go blank and body go numb. soobin chuckled to himself as he pulled his fingers out, cum slowly rolling down his fingers.
“you’re so pathetic.” bringing his fingers towards his mouth, his tongue licked around his covered fingers making you clench around nothing. the sight was unbearable, you could feel your gut begin to churn again at the lewd view. he’s a demon for a reason, looking so sinful by doing the most unholy thing. his fingers made its way back into you, curling against your g-spot drawing out moans that fell from your lips once again. you whined at the overstimulation but fuck you loved it.
“—ant it… inside…” you begged. you couldn’t take the foreplay any longer. he pursed his eyebrows up as he looked at your face. you turned your head over to look at him, chest heaving up and down and drool running down the side of your lip. “soobin..”
god you were so beautiful. his chest felt tight as he watched you beg for him, only saying his name. he brought his hands toward his sweats, dick begging to be released. his dick flew to his belly button, precum slapping against it. you lifted yourself onto your elbows wanting a glimpse of what was going to go inside you and holy shit—
“i wonder if it’ll fit?” he smiled to himself. his hand wrapped around his dick slowly pumping it. you lifted yourself up just a little bit more, bringing your quivering hand to his shaft. “it will…” you whispered. he watched your actions with lidded eyes, feeling his heart pound in his chest faster and faster. you pumped his cock slowly, feeling the vein pulse against your soft hand. your thumb rubbed against his tip and his frenulum, collecting his precum. his head fell back at the sensation, fucking into your hand wishing it was your throat already. “can i… um…”
he knew what you wanted, you wanted to finally taste him as well. he brought his head back to look down at those same glowing eyes only making his dick twitch more. he brought his hand to his face, smiling into his palm. “you’re gonna drive me insane.”
he grabbed at your ankles again, pulling you closer to his standing dick. he brought his tip to your entrance slowly pushing it in bringing out an elongated moan from the both of you at needed feeling. his nails retracted against your hips, losing control of his abilities. “damn you feel so good.” he pushed himself more into your heat finally bottoming out forcing your breath to quicken trying to regain calmness but fuck his dick was so big it was unbearable. his thumbs rubbed circles against your sides, shushing you. “you’re okay… you’re okay i got you.”
he pulled his hips away slowly pulling out a gasp from your lips. the pain was turning into intoxicating pleasure, bringing a moan out to indicate you were fine. the grip on your hips became tighter as he jolted his hips into you.
there was no turning back now.
the sound of skin slapping at a fast pace ripped through your silent room. his sharp teeth bit into his plump bottom lip causing some blood to run down them. your voice wouldn't stop, the force this man—demon—was using was pushing it out of you more and more. your breast jumped from the impact, becoming a beautiful view for him.
“it’s like you want your neighbors to hear you,” he smirked. your neck was too far for him to reach, resulting in his tail to wrap around your neck, pressing against the arteries causing your head to go light.
“oh… mygod—“ you choked out. soobin was making a complete slut out of you, using his abilities to bring the sin out of you. his tail became tighter around your neck making you moan at the pressure. you could only imagine how disgusting you both looked.
and you were right, it was fucking disgusting.
“open your eyes, lovely.”
you slowly opened your lids and found a random mirror on the ceiling. soobin’s tail around your throat, his head thrown back in pleasure, and your body convulsing around him. fuck it was so hot. the view of his dick thrusting inside of you and the strings of arousal sticking to his body after each thrust was the breaking point for you.
“gonna cum…!” you mewled. his tail brought your body up just a little to make eye contact with him. his eyes dark instead of gold, making you whimper even louder. “then beg.”
pleads fell from your lips as that rope was starting to snap again. his tongue stuck out just a little and his sharp teeth showed into a smirk. he was approaching his high as well and the need to cum inside of you was incredible.
“cum with me..” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more frantic and off pace. your voice gradually became louder as you clenched around his dick. that action alone made him release inside of you, his warm cum hitting your walls and sliding out of you. he pulled his dick out, seeing the cum drip out of your spazzing cunt. fuck, you were beyond everything he wanted. he couldn’t believe that you, the one that he desperately needs, bonded to him for the rest of your life. god, he felt his dick get hard again, eyes wavering between your fucked out face and your cunt. before he even realized, he was stuffing himself back into you.
“i…i can’t— ahh… fuck soobin please…” the overstimulation was too much but he felt so right against your walls. he brought his chest against yours, lips attached to your neck as he slowly fucked into you.
“fuck i’m losing my mind…” he breathed into your ear. his hips started to speed up, listening to the lewd sounds you and him were making. his groans turned into whimpers as he rutted into you. “feel so good…”
his name fell from your lips again, your hips meeting him at a perfect pace. your nails dug into his wide back, biting into his shoulder as your moans got louder. fuck he was approaching fast and so were you.
“kiss me,” you whined. he pecked at your cheek until he finally met your sore lips. teeth clashing here and there and moans being drowned out by the other’s lips. your cunt clenched around his dick, milking every little bit of him out.
he lifted himself off of you looking at your half-conscious state. the seal on your stomach appeared once again, glowing red. the same two fingers he used earlier he used again, tracing the outline to officially complete the seal.
“see you soon, ____.”
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Teenage Headache Dreams (2)
Series Masterlist
Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader
Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.
Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending
Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication
Author's Note: Cliché alert and mostly fluff in this chapter! There’s been a mini time skip, but I wanted to show that Reader x Leon became fast friends in the meantime and are relatively comfortable with each other. I made Leon a lot cheekier this round, but I feel like he uses mischief to mask his true feelings.
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Chapter 2: More Than Meets the Eye
The first couple of weeks of the new term had already flown by and managing your tight schedule of school work, actual work, dance and cheer practice left you with literally no time for anything else. Sighing as you yanked open your locker to retrieve your school books, a familiar figure popped up at your side, slouching against the metallic compartments with a loud thud.
Without even turning your head in its direction, you already knew who it was. “Hey, loser,” you called out, smiling inside.
“Hey, yourself,” came his gruff reply.
As you finally faced the culprit, you and Leon laughed at each other’s greetings.
“So, since it’s a Friday, wanna hang out and watch something tonight?”
Both of you had been almost inseparable until school started, and that’s when you guiltily kept postponing your regular meetups in favor of working on your future goals.
“Uh… I don’t think I can.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I seriously need to get some studying time in and I have cheer practice after school.”
“What was that again?” He put a hand to his ear, listening for something non-existent and pausing for dramatic effect. “All I heard were excuses.”
“Hey-”
“Come on, relax.” Placing his hand on your shoulder, he gave it a tiny squeeze. “School’s only just started. You’re gonna burn out if you keep going like this.”
“Leon…” It came out a lot whinier than you intended.
His eyes widened as you caught a brief glimpse of something devilish in them. You knew it was too late to stop the bullshit that would come out of that filthy mouth any second now.
“Mm, say it like that again.” Ah, there it is.
Groaning internally, you smacked his hand off your shoulder playfully. “Ugh, you know there’s no way-”
You turned your head around, checking behind you before lowering your voice. “-I’ll ever get outta here, if I don’t push myself from the start.”
He straightened up a little as he considered your words. “You hate this place that much, huh?”
“You think?” It came out almost as a whisper.
“Shame,” he muttered. “Well, tell you what,” he glanced quickly to the side before looking back at you. “Since you’re so damn keen on this study session, we could do that and then grab some burgers after. Maybe even a movie. How’s that sound?” He puffed his chest and looked almost victorious, as though he knew it was an offer you couldn’t back out of.
Fuck Leon and his persistence. “Yeah, fine,” you grumbled as you shut your locker in defeat.
Once again, that smug grin flashed across his face. “Great, so uh, see you at 5?”
“Mm hm, library,” you nodded reluctantly.
“By the way, your girl gang is here,” he motioned with his head in the direction behind you. “Guess that’s my cue to leave.” Before you could respond, he had already walked ten paces away.
Nobody likes gossip. Ever since you had started hanging out with Leon, people talked and they assumed many things. How far the rumors reached, you didn’t know, but you didn’t want to ruin things between the two of you. You cursed small town gossip under your breath. This was probably one of the few genuine friendships you had, so you tried to keep things as lowkey as possible. Thankfully, Leon agreed to play along. For now.
You tightened your grip on your books as you spun around, plastering a bright smile across your face as you greeted your teammates, who were still sporting tans from their holidays and bubbly chatting with each other.
“Hey, babe,” Kayla, the cheer captain, moved in to give you a quick hug. You caught a whiff of her tropical-scented, coconut vanilla perfume. “So where did your boy run off to?” She winked, giving you a side smile. The other girls around her immediately broke out in hushed whispers.
There wasn’t anything malicious about her question. In fact, your teammates were nice enough, but they could be rather superficial and nosey. You tried to downplay it with a look of confusion in your eyes, shaking your head as you remarked, “He’s just a study partner, Kayla.”
Some giggles broke out and your ears burned. Great, they didn’t buy that a single bit. Defending yourself would just raise more suspicion, so you unhappily resigned yourself to the fact that you were probably doomed for the rest of the term.
“Yeah, whatever.” Kayla waved her hand dismissively. “Was about time anyway, and he’s quite the catch.” She licked her lips suggestively, but quickly added, “Not as good as mine though.” Of course, her obnoxious football boyfriend. You tried to hide your grimace.
Flipping her shiny, raven-colored locks, she continued, “Still, very cute. I approve.”
Your mouth ran dry. Why couldn’t they just mind their own business? You swallowed your anger as you tried to change the subject. “Um, cheer practice at 3, right?”
She snickered, seeing right through your act. “Yeah, same as always.” She turned to leave, wiggling her fingers as a form of goodbye. “Oh, and you’re leading warm-ups today. Ciao, babe.”
You could hear audible groans coming from the rest of the team as they trudged off with Kayla. They definitely weren’t looking forward to your intense warm-up session, but to you, warmer bodies meant lesser injury risk and better preparation for stunts and routines. Pursing your lips at the less-than-ideal conversation you just had, you tried to shove it to the back of your mind as you hurried off to class.
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As you flung open the double doors leading to the school’s indoor gym, you were greeted by the unfamiliar sight of another group you didn’t exactly recognize next to your cheer team. It seemed like Kayla was speaking to their coach, as she nodded a bit too enthusiastically - a nervous habit she displayed when she was irritated but didn’t want to show it. Slowly, you inched closer to listen in on their conversation.
“There must have been a double booking-”
“I’ll sort this out with the admin right now,” Kayla offered.
“It’s just going to eat into practice time. Anyway, this lot won’t need much space today. Functional training.” He sucked his teeth and gestured towards the group. That’s when you spotted Leon, sitting at the side with his arms across his lap, chatting merrily with another girl on his team.
Just my luck, you sighed, folding your arms as the coach continued, “I’m sure you girls won’t mind sharing?”
You saw Kayla clenching and unclenching her fists as she hesitantly agreed to the proposal. With that, she spun around and called out shrilly, “Ladies! We’ve gotta share the space. We’re taking this half.” She drew an imaginary line with her arms as if to stake her claim, before brushing past you seething, “They always think they can sideline us, like we’re not important.”
At this point, Leon made eye contact and waved over. The girl beside him suppressed a laugh and you weren’t sure whether she was embarrassed or making fun of you. Furrowing your brows, you gave a hasty, lopsided smile before heading over to your side of the gym, making a mental note to question Leon about that exchange later.
Wasting no time for further pleasantries, you proceeded to blast your high-energy mixtape on the cassette player as loudly as possible, secretly smirking as you heard the coach swear under his breath at the intrusion.
“Ok, everyone! Let’s get those heart rates up!” You hollered, running through the exercises as they copied you dutifully, breaking out in a sweat and panting furiously.
Your eyes filtered through the crowd, checking for anything they could improve on, as you continued calling out prompts. “You can lift your legs higher than that!” Hm, that sounded rather… You ignored that prickly feeling at the back of your throat and continued, “Face up, not to the floor!”
When it came to the stretching section and the music toned down, you suddenly heard the unmistakable yell of a reprimand being given from the other end of the room. “Kennedy! You can stare at girls after training!”
Wait, what? Your head darted in the direction of the bellowing. Sure enough, you saw the coach glaring at Leon, who seemed pretty flustered as he denied the accusations with a feeble “I wasn’t!”, which was met with roars of laughter.
Really, Leon? Getting distracted by a bunch of cheerleaders? You were oblivious to what actually happened there and decided to pay no more attention to it. Instead, it was time to go through the routine and fortunately you were relatively decent at compartmentalizing.
“Alright, a few things I wanted to point out,” you began. “This part’s looking good, but it would start off even more amazing, if you frame your body like this.” Adjusting your shoulders with your arms slightly back, profile tilted a smidge upwards, you angled yourself in a semi-diagonal position, shifting your weight towards one leg as you lengthened the other for the prep stance. The other cheerleaders shuffled around, attempting to imitate what you showed.
Kayla motioned for you to demonstrate the full sequence before she took over and you obliged. “Ok, watch me.” You danced through the routine dynamically, hitting all the accents and flowing through the softer parts more sensually. Whipping your hair around as you transitioned from a body wave into a hip roll, you swung the pom poms above your head at the same time and trailed them across your body.
It all seemed to happen in a haze, but after coming out of the next spin, you somehow ended up holding a gaze with those same piercing blue eyes that had caused you so much trouble today. They widened and flickered, but didn’t break away for what felt like an eternity, until-
“Leon Scott Kennedy! I swear to god!”
Uh oh.
“You either train, or you can leave!”
Leon’s cheeks flushed bright red as he bit his lip, stammering, “Sorry coach, won’t happen again.”
You’d never seen Leon get this unnerved, which concerned you. He emanated a natural sense of confidence and was usually laid-back to the point where nothing could ruffle him. In any case, you were also sure as hell everyone heard and saw that commotion, especially since a number of students were now looking between him and you, mumbling to each other.
Nothing could beat the relief you felt when Kayla took over your position, as you stepped away from the center to join the rest of your team. Just when you thought you were in the clear, one of your teammates scooted over to you, whispering seductively in your ear, “Ooh he definitely enjoyed the show you put on.”
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The minute practice ended, you bolted straight for the restroom, just so you didn’t have to deal with anyone else for the time being. Hiding in one of the cubicles for a good 10 minutes until you could hear the last footsteps trickle out of the hallway, you unlocked the door and stumbled over to the wash basin, splashing cold water on your face. Checking yourself one last time in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you inhaled a deep breath before exiting and making your way towards the library.
From afar, you could see Leon waiting patiently outside of it, as though he fully trusted that you would still show up after that little stunt he pulled earlier. Walking gingerly towards him, you cleared your throat.
“Oh, hey. So… what’re we studying today?” He asked casually, while browsing through his pile of books, as if nothing had happened.
“Math. Definitely Math,” you concluded, also pretending to ignore the white elephant in the room. “If that’s ok with you?”
“Sure, I suck at it. So why not?”
The study session went by rather sluggishly and uneventfully, with both of you going through equations after equations and figuring out the logic together. It was a wonder you could concentrate at all with the events of the day playing back in your mind like a broken record.
You were thankful for Leon’s earlier suggestion of burgers when it was time to pack up to leave. He gave you a knowing smile when your stomach growled and you placed a hand over your belly instinctively, as you cast back a self-conscious glance. It seemed like he had thought of everything again, where you often had trouble remembering your own basic needs when you were lost in your schoolwork.
Both of you plopped down on the cushy, retro red seats opposite each other in a booth at the only diner in town, getting in your orders as quickly as possible. You suspected that he was just as famished as you, but trying his best not to show it. During the waiting time, the two of you caught up with and exchanged news on all the goings-on of the past weeks.
When your orders finally arrived, you snatched up your burger, devouring large chunks of it, while Leon looked on amused as he bit into his.
“Wuhhff?” You managed to cough out with your mouth stuffed with food.
Almost instantly, he mimicked your reaction, resulting in a fry being thrown in his direction, as he ducked to avoid it while snickering.
“Here, you got some sauce on your chin.” He reached out with a paper napkin, gently wiping it away, as his bright blue eyes bore into yours. That prickly sensation you felt earlier in the school gym started to bloom again, as you squeezed your eyes shut and cleared your throat. “Is it gone now?”
“Uh… y-yeah.”
Fluttering your eyes open, you caught sight of him looking down at his plate, suddenly completely engrossed with his meal, as he chucked the used napkin to the side. You were quite certain you spotted a pink tinge dusting his cheeks while he slowly chewed his food.
The table grew silent as you muttered a quick, “Thanks.”
Giving it a few minutes before you attempted any form of conversation, you casually decided to bring up the topic you had both been avoiding till now.
“So…” you breathed, testing the waters.
“So…?” Leon questioned, raising an eyebrow, still munching the last bits of his burger.
“At the gym. What was that all about?” You picked at your fries nervously, as you felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through your body in anticipation of an answer.
“What do you mean?”
Ugh. He’s deflecting again. But you weren’t about to let this go so easily. “Don’t play dumb, Kennedy.”
Leon paused, and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he considered his words carefully. It only took a moment for his face to light up as if he hit the jackpot. “I got distracted, that’s all.” His signature smirk broke out across his lips, before adding, “By you.”
The boldness of his answer caught you by surprise, as you choked on your food. Patting your chest, you gulped down some water before sputtering, “Excuse me?”
All at once, he was back to his usual, composed self, as he remarked, “You dance really well. Can’t I admire that?”
“Um… y-yeah, I guess.” You weren’t sure how to respond. Coming from a background where dance teachers often gave you tough love and criticisms in an effort to spur you on, you never really learnt how to accept compliments.
“A ‘thanks’ would be nice.”
Clenching your jaw, you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Trying to approach it from a different angle, you blurted out, “But, people talk.”
Leaning back against his seat and placing his hands behind his head, Leon seemed unfazed. “So let them talk.” Noticing your frown, he continued, “What’s wrong if they think we’re dating? Am I really that bad to be with?” He mentioned it as if it was the most normal thing to say in conversation between two friends, and the worst thing was that you didn’t know how to counter that.
“No, you’re gre-,” you quickly corrected yourself. “I mean, you’re fine.” Sighing, you explained, “I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
His gaze softened as he reassured you, “It won’t, trust me.”
Since he was that calm about it, you decided not to pursue it any further. Maybe you were thinking too much into things. However, another question popped up in your mind. “Who was the girl you were speaking with back there?”
He propped himself up again, a little taken aback by the quick change of topic. “Oh, you mean Val? Yeah, we sometimes participate in relays together. She can be a real handful though.”
“She seemed to find me amusing,” you pointed out.
“Really? I didn’t notice,” he shrugged and scoffed down the remainder of his fries. You searched his eyes to detect if he was messing with you, but couldn’t find anything of the sort. “I told her about you.”
Well, that explains it. Crossing your arms, you prepared to release an earful until you were interrupted by the grinning idiot in front of you. “Do I even want to know-”
“I said…” He drifted off, taking his time to sip his soda, leaving you hanging on purpose. You subconsciously leaned in closer as your patience started to wear thin. He lowered his voice, presumably to utter something serious. “You’re the coolest kid I met over summer.”
“You’re such a dork!” You exclaimed, as you punched his arm lightly from across where you sat.
“Ouch! And here I am baring my soul to you.” He rubbed his arm melodramatically and feigned a hurt expression on his face, which only served to encourage you to taunt and play fight with him further.
Sometimes he could be so infuriating. But funnily enough, that was part of what drew you to him in the first place.
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It turned out that Leon had rented some VHS tapes from Blockbuster, so you had the choice of either heading to the local cinema for a late night screening or watching a movie from the comfort of his home. Naturally, you picked the latter. Going to the cinema together would seem too “date night”-like and you had endured more than enough gossip that day to last a lifetime.
You greeted his parents as they kindly let you and Leon hog the living room TV. Before heading upstairs to their bedroom, they gave a half-hearted reminder not to stay up too late, that they knew would go unheeded. They were friendly and way more relaxed than your parents, so much so you preferred hanging out at Leon’s place over yours.
After making some hot chocolate, you settled onto the couch as Leon popped the tape into the video player. Relaxing into the cozy atmosphere, you hugged the warm blanket he offered you and savored the steaming drink between your hands.
Unfortunately, the day’s events probably caught up to you, as your eyelids grew heavier as time went by and you were fighting a losing battle to keep them open. At some point, you must have drifted off to sleep and then accidentally used Leon as a makeshift pillow. He swallowed thickly, as you curled up beside him, resting your head against his shoulder and nuzzling his neck, completely unaware. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he was afraid he would wake you. Something made him instinctively wrap his arm around you, even though his mind was screaming to do the exact opposite. This is just gonna make things worse, he sighed, but he didn’t feel the urge to remove it and maybe he could get away without you knowing. So he let you sleep soundly until the credits ran.
“Hey.” He called out softly, as you stirred. “The movie’s over now.”
Blinking groggily, your vision was still blurry as you tried to make out where you were. You weren’t sure if you felt an arm around you or just the back of the couch, as you rubbed your eyes.
“You fell asleep,” he explained, as he let you go and tried to shift away from you as stealthily as possible, hoping you wouldn’t recall the previous position you were in.
“Hm?” You stretched your arms out, yawning lazily as you scratched your head. “Uh, what time is it?”
“Just past midnight.”
You jerked upwards, startled. “Shit, so late?” Your face swung in his direction. “You didn’t wake me?”
He bit his bottom lip, eyeing you apologetically. “You looked like you needed the rest. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
You buried your face into the bunched up blanket on top of your knees, groaning, “Ugh, my parents are going to kill me.”
That drew a faint laugh from him. “Don’t worry, I took care of it.”
You turned towards him with a puzzled look.
“I called them before-” he stopped himself abruptly, as you noticed him tense up.
“Before what?” You questioned out of confusion.
“Nothing.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and refused to meet your gaze.
You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out if something out of the ordinary had happened. It started off as a vague recollection of falling asleep, maybe leaning against something and the smell of fresh citrus and musk… which smells exactly like- Oh god, no. Your stomach dropped. The realization that you had snuggled with Leon in your sleep dawned on you and your head was whirling.
At this point, Leon knew you had worked out what happened, so he did the only thing he could do in such a situation. “Man, you were heavy.”
That snapped you out of it and earned him a slap to his chest. “It was a joke, jeez!” He raised both hands up in defense and quickly moved to a different topic, “Anyway, as I was saying, your parents told me to walk you home when you woke up.”
“Oh… thanks,” you shook your head and sighed. “Sorry to put you through the trouble.”
He waved it off. “It’s really no big deal. I’m just glad I finally got to hang out with you again.”
“Yeah, me too,” you admitted. “This was nice.”
As you got up from the couch to prepare to leave, it seemed like Leon had another idea. Grabbing your wrist, he coaxed, “And?”
You knew what he meant and nodded in agreement. “And… I promise I’ll make time for this in the future.” A random thought flashed across your mind as you grinned cheekily. You had to get him back after all his teasing. “How about…”
“I’m listening,” he mentioned with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“...we meet for more study sessions?”
It was his turn to groan, as you giggled uncontrollably. “That’s such a cop-out!” He responded accusingly.
Placing your hands on his shoulders and bending down to meet him at eye level, you pleaded, “Come on, we could do something fun after too?”
Rolling his eyes, he rebutted, “You’re kinda driving a hard bargain here.”
You weren’t ashamed to play dirty though, so you turned on the best doe eyes you could muster, and insisted, “Please?” You knew he was a lost cause now.
“Damn it, that’s not fair,” he grumbled, though he eventually gave in. “Ok fine, but only if fun’s a guarantee.”
“Deal.” With that, you took his hand in yours, giving it a firm handshake.
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what if pets had tumblr? you could even call it… petblr?! (this is very self indulgent)
just a quick warning, there will be unreality stuff in this, stay safe ^^
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why do i hear something clawing at the wall
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me to the cats who don’t get the expensive shit (my parents actually love me)
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GIRL.. LITERALLY ALL CAT FOOD IS EXPENSIVE 💀
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the difference is mine is actually good
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DON’T ACT AS IF WE DON’T SEE THAT TAG, NOBODY WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU!! someone humble this kitten already.. probably the runt of the litter 💀💀
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that’s a bit too far.
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prepping for a race, wish me luck yall
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WHAT THE FUCK
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Signs of a Human trying to TRICK YOU!
1. Line of treats, humans tend to use this to lure you into carriers or anything of the sorts.
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to whoever is making that racket right outside of the barn… stop, i’m trying to sleep
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your username concerns me
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WHAT NO STAY HERE I NEED MY DINNER
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Obey Me Incorrect Quotes
A/N: Can y'all believe I've done *checks notes* about 15 posts of this
Anyways enjoy! :)
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Satan: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.
Satan: I need my socks.
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The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword
MC: Rude.
Belphegor: That's fair.
Solomon: Not again.
Mammon: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
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MC: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.
Beelzebub: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.
MC: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.
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Simeon: You look really stressed.
Barbatos: Thanks, it’s the stress.
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Mammon: *on the phone* Hey Lucifer, do you know my blood type?
Lucifer: It's B-.
Mammon: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse!
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Diavolo: What are you talking about MC? You love it here!
MC: I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome.
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Simeon: I have a plan.
Barbatos: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.
Simeon: …
Barbatos: …
Simeon: I no longer have a plan.
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Satan: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.
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Beelzebub: Don’t stay up all night, Belphie. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.
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Mammon: I am in charge of this disaster!
MC: I have a name, you know.
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Asmodeus: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but—
Mammon. jokingly: That's because your too short to do so.
Asmodeus: …Listen here you fucking—
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Barbatos: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?
Satan: I thought the cats might be lonely.
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MC: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.
Solomon: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:
Solomon: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."
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Lucifer: I haven’t slept in 72 hours…
MC: I haven’t slept in 80!!
Solomon: Ha! I haven’t slept in 90 hours, I’m aiming for an even 100.
Simeon: What the fuck is wrong with you people?
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Raphael: State your name, rank, and intention.
MC: MC, Therapist for the Avatars of Hell, fun.
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Simeon walking into the kitchen and seeing all his limes peeled: Solomon. What did you do??
Solomon, sipping coffee happily: Peeled all the limes :)
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Simeon: Oh, they left the bowl out?
Luke: It says, “Take two pieces of candy.”
Mammon: Nobody around though…
Mammon grabs the entire bowl and runs off with it
Simeon: NO—
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tiger stripes
18+
summary~ you’re trying to find out if your husband is cheating on you and while you’re at the hotel you meet someone.
warning- a tiny age gap, cheating, d0m hoshi, sp4nking
author side note: I’M BACK GUYS!! i made this on a whim again in a crack head mood- please idk how i came up with this plot line but enjoy!
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you were in a loveless marriage, it wasn’t how it was before. you met your husband John in an arranged marriage, you guys married for the sake of your father’s company. however you guys still had passionate sex and you genuinely felt like you were in love with him until lately he seems to be going out a lot. you check his card company and he’s been going to this hotel. you got curious so you decided to investigate it, hunt him down and if he was cheating on you, you would’ve confront him right there which lead you here stalking your husband at a hotel lounge.
“why the fuck am i doing here..stalking my fucking husband” you say while sipping a martini. you were sitting 4 tables away from him from the corner of the room and you see a tall women greet him. you grip your cup harder in anger. “hey pretty thing why are you here?” said the man wearing a tiger print button up. you size him and shoo him away but it seems like he couldn’t get the hint, instead he sat down. “i’m hoshi by the way..what’s you’re name pretty lady?” he asked bubbly. you roll your eyes and cross your legs “i’m y/n”. his face lights up ans starts mumbling your name “y/n…y/n..thats such a pretty name!” he exclaimed.
you quickly coved his mouth with your hands “shhh don’t say my name that loud!” while you were growing in fury, your hands were still on hoshi lips and he quickly covered his bulge with his hands. you look down at his bulge and quickly let go of him.
“sorry..its just you’re so pretty” he said nervously blushing. you were taken back, nobody has said that you in awhile and especially coming from a younger guy. “hoshi how old are you?” you asked sipping your martini. “i’m 22!” you quickly spit out your drink “you’re a child..i-‘m 25- i cant believe im stalking my husband and talking to a child” you say stressed. stalking your husband is one thing but a younger guy being into you? its another thing. “you have a husband!? wh-y are you here then?” he asked.
you tell him your whole marriage, how your husband has been sneaking around and that you haven’t got any physical attention from him from the last 2 years. hoshi was intensively listening and nodding. “how can a guy like your husband, marry somebody like you!” you shrug and said “thats life..my family wanted me to do it so i did for the sake of the father company which might i add i don’t run”. he sighs and says “your husband is lucky..you’re so gorgeous and smart” you laugh “that’s what you got from me? from the 2 hours we’ve been talking”. hoshi blushed and obviously looks embarrassed “w-well you know if you gave me a chance to get to know you better..i could list-“ you cut him off “1st of off i’m old, i’m married, and im stalking my husband” you say looking for your husband but you realize that he was gone. “i don’t mind your age..i actually like older women ” he says grinning.
you guys continue to talk and you forgot why you were even there. you guys would be laughing, grinning, and then back to his hotel room. “hmm you taste so good” he said gripping your waist making out with you in the hallway of his room. “oh shut up” you say rolling your eyes. hoshi grins and lifts you off your feet and throws you onto the bed. “are you ready?” he says as he takes off his shirt. he looked like a predator about to feast on his prey. you put your foot on his chest and pushes him back “before you do that, i need you to help me with something else..” you say opening your legs.
his jaw opens and slowly starts rubbing your leg. “i know what you want” he says grinning slowly kissing your inner thighs creating mini hickeys. you hiss “ah- stop edging me please” he kisses your cunt before pushing your underwear to the side and inserting 2 fingers “i like savouring my dessert” he says before entering his tongue inside of you. he swirls his tongue around your clit eating you out as if he was a starving poor man. you’re dripping all over his face and moaning his name loudly, so loud probably the next door neighbours can hear you. you climax and your juice was all over his face. he wipes it off and unbuckles his pants quickly. “are you ready hm? i’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for me and you’re gonna forget about your husband” he says rubbing his shaft up and down. you roll your eyes and he quickly grabs your hips, enters in. “i’m gonna have you rolling your eyes back if you continue to act this way babe” he says pounding you hard. your eyes roll back and your in immense pleasure. “huh you like that hm?” you couldn’t respond back to him all you can say are just mumbles. he flips you on your stomach pushing your face into the pillow while he pounds you away. he firmly grabs your hips with one hand while slapping your ass with his other hand. “aww poor baby just loves my cock so much hm?” he says leaning over you hitting you even deeper. “y-yes so- ggood” you say moaning. you arch your back and that drives him insane. he quickly pulls out and spreads his white paint on the back of your back. “ah shit sorry i-“ he says and you already was knocked out, you came so many times you couldn’t count.
the next morning you wake up to him still being there, you silently dress and crawl out the door. as you were leaving you see your husband with the tall lady coming out of their room, they don’t see you. you roll your eyes and decide to go into his room again. you close the door and you see him yawning stretching on the bed. “oh! y/n you came back” he says excited like a little puppy. “well you know..i decided its probably best to stay here with you” you say sitting on the edge of the bed. his ears perks up “so..round 2?”
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