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essenteez · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 || s e o n g h w a

"Not all mistakes have negative outcome."

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : Your mindlessness got you in serious trouble as you accidentally sent a forbidden picture of yourself to none other than Park Seonghwa - your brother's best friends that you don't really know. He, being the responsible man he is, wants to make sure you learn the lesson to always check things twice before doing them.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Seonghwa x (f)reader named Alani cause I hate y/n with passion

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, one-shot

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, masturbation, toys, pet names, mdom, mouthfuck, marking, pussy slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, orgasm control, punishment, dick riding, choking, possessiveness, doggy style, double penetration. anal penetration, slut calling, creampie, aftercare.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 8k

The overtaking lust made you see everything in red today. The neediness that had been blooming fast since the morning was at its peak now in the late evening. You tried to control it at work but your focus stayed closed to all the sexual fantasies forming in your corrupted mind. You had to hold back needy whimpers at every movement while sitting on a chair or in your car seat, that was how sensitive you were. Impatient hands kept wandering to your thighs and unconsciously stroke them until you came back to your senses and jolted them back on the desk.

Now laying on your bed, naked and hot you were only adding the fuel to the fire, devouring you like hellfire. Whimpering at the twisted nipples between your fingers. Moaning at the toy stretching your needy walls. All of it while listening to audio made especially for needy, lonely women like you.

It was not enough.

You were doomed. There was no way you could've put out the destructive flames with your own efforts. Your hands, fingers or toys wouldn't be of any help. You needed another kind of touch, of someone else's hands on you. Another skin rubbing against yours. The last thing you needed today was to go to sleep unsatisfied, if you'd even be able to fall asleep.

As if your condition was not enough, your fuck buddy had not picked up any of your calls. That was the end of your deal, you were definitely dropping him off…but you still needed him for that last fuck. The desperation made you pathetic. All reasons were now valid to beg for someone who wasn't even picking up his phone.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

You left your needy breasts to reach for your phone. Audio went silent. It was your time to tease.

The camera captured your spread legs and your hand, shamelessly going all down between them. Your middle finger visibly pushed on to your sensitive clit. The flash reflected from your already wet finger. The shot was perfect. It showed a lot but not everything. An ideal tease.

You will teach him a lesson. He would be running to you in a minute.

With a dizzy mind, barely able to focus with the vibrating pink toy inside you, you clicked on the contact list, looking for your "friend" named San. Your vision was blurry and hands shaky but still you managed to click send.

Now all you had to do was wait.

As you were able to resume the hungry massage of your breasts, a vision of the screen flashed in your mind. Something was not right. You definitely saw that gray cloud on the left. Why was the last text of the conversation a message sent to you? Did San reply and you missed it? No, you would’ve heard the notification. Then where was all the spam you just sent to San?

In total panic, you quickly raised up and sat on your heels. The toy bluntly sticking out of your soaked hole, but you felt no satisfaction. Grabbing the phone again, you went through it with shaky hands.

Your eyes grew as you saw the wrong name on the upper bar of the conversation, air catching in your throat.

"No..." You stared at your lewd picture, the intimate detail that you just shared with a man named Park Seonghwa as well as the little writing under it.

Delivered.

The vibrating object and its buzzing began to annoy you, only increasing stress at this point. You slid it out of you and aggressively threw it on the ground, falling beside other toys that failed to satisfy you. Unconsciously, you grabbed the sheets and pulled them close, as if to cover your breasts and crotch like you’ve just been caught. You felt as if hundreds of pairs of eyes were now watching you.

Why didn't you check? Why were you so stupid?

You looked at the bright screen, in hope it was all a mirage. Blinking a couple of times, everything was the same. Suddenly, a small possible solution showed up in your head.

Delivered?

"Wait, doesn't that mean…" You frowned and a spark of hope glowed.

Seonghwa hadn't seen it yet. He didn't open it, therefore you could still save your dignity. You knew him a little and he seemed like a good man. Maybe he would be reliable.

You had to try – the phone landed in your hands again.

You took three deep, encouraging breaths and slid the green button. The rhythmic, somewhat loud signal almost drove you mad, which resulted in you not giving Seonghwa any chance to speak when he finally answered the phone.

"Please, listen to me." You begged. "I sent you a message by accident. By PURE ACCIDENT.” You scrambled out, continuing with a slight breath in. “I looked for the letter S, thought I chose the right contact and went with it. I am so sorry, it won't happen again. But for the love of God, DON’T open it. Please, do not open it. If you have any respect for me and care about me, please Seonghwa, delete it right away and forget. It'd be the best for both of us."

You tried to slow your heart rate, breathing as quietly as you could manage. The silence on the other side wasn't long, but for you it seemed like ages.

The voice on the other side of the phone was deep, almost as dark as the view behind your window.

"Too late."

These two words echoed in your head as your heart sank. It fell at the bottom of your stomach. You felt nauseous. You definitely were in a heart attack threatening condition.

Your life was ruined. He wasn't even your close friend. Seonghwa was no one else but your brother's best friend. He was hot but always out of your reach. You basically had his number only for simple communication, usually when he wanted to inform you that your brother got in trouble or when you couldn't find him. You two weren't super close. You just knew each other, flirted here and there. But that was all. And now he probably thought of you as some slut, sending nudes everywhere she can.

"S-seonghwa." You stuttered out with a shaky chin and heart, pounding in your heart. "Don't think bad of me, please. I'm not…like that."

"I don't." You could hear him smiling but his tone seemed genuine. "It was an accident. I curse my habit of replying fast to messages. Don't worry your secret's safe with me."

It would've sounded heartwarming and assuring if not for the tone he put on to say the last sentence. As if he wanted to let you know that no one would know about the incident but he definitely wouldn't forget what he saw.

Or maybe you were overreacting. Probably were. Well, you were really close to being deceased, so you have every right to magnify the meaning of his words.

"Thank you." You replied, sighing heavily.

What a nice and understanding man he was. Seonghwa had proven many times that he was a really good guy with high morals and class.

"I'm sorry." You added, and you truly meant that. You put him in a very uncomfortable situation.

"It’s ok. I'm trying to figure something out though."

Your heart skipped a beat. Why didn't he hang up? Further conversation was only making your face burn alive with embarrassment. You couldn't even imagine what would happen if you two met again.

"Figure out what?" You gulped, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You see, I'm not in the best situation here." He scoffed in nothing but pure frustration, "Outside this bathroom I'm currently hiding in, there are thirty something people partying. They’re not drunk or high enough to not notice certain issues. How am I supposed to go out to them with a painful bulge in my pants and walk around them with a throbbing cock like nothing's wrong?"

You felt these words like a sudden shower of hot water. The embarrassment slowly faded, giving its place back to the feeling that had been torturing you all day. Why was he saying that? Pressuring even harder on the gas of your neediness?

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Damn that imagination of yours, showing his perfect frames sitting at the edge of the bathtub, manspreading his long legs due to his growing problem. You could hear how deep his breaths were, seeing how he stroked himself. His attractive face, trying hard to focus. The muted sounds on the other side of the phone didn't help. He was suffering, and now so were you.

You let go of the sheets, sitting there all naked again. The dripping between your lips made you spread your legs without thinking.

"How fast can you get here?" You finally dropped the question, almost whimpering it out.

"What about the man that this pic was meant for?" He laughed with trouble.

"He's no one."

"Fifteen minutes." The amusing tone he kept attempting to dress his state with was entirely gone. The depth of his voice sent chills down your spine. You now heard a different Seonghwa than the one you knew before.

"You have ten. The door is open." You blurted out and hit the red button on the screen. The phone was thrown aside as you clasped your mouth shut.

No matter how unbelievable it sounded, it was happening – Park fucking Seonghwa was coming over to fuck you.

You heard the quiet click of a door opening and closing downstairs. The hair on your arms surged upright from both excitement and nervousness. The even sound of heavy boots climbing the stairs had you gripping the sheets, almost breaking your nude press-on nails.

Led by the dim lights on this floor, Seonghwa emerged from the darkness and stood in the frame like a predator that just traced his prey but wanted to take some extra minutes to watch its last moments of peace.

You spent all ten minutes looking for the right position to greet him, finally deciding on the classic. You were just sitting on the edge of the bed that faced the entrance to your room and now him. With your legs crossed, you hid the main attraction. A piece of sheet, held by your arm, only covered your nipples while the outlines of your breast were displayed for his dark eyes. He saw a lot, but not everything. You could tell he liked the view. As you did yours.

The leather pants on his legs enhanced his slim but firm thighs. Seonghwa put his hands on the top of the door frame, causing the black jacket to raise and expose his tiny waist and broad shoulders.

You tried your best not to look at his crotch after what he told you through the phone. There were still some manners left in you, even though the thought alone was enough to make you swallow loudly.

Both of you took your time to look each other up and down, calculating every word and move. Every second, you were closer to losing control over your body as you already began squeezing your thighs together while slowly, barely noticeable, rocking your hips on the bed.

However, nothing seemed to escape his sly eye.

"I could smell you the moment I entered the house."

The speed of how your breathing increased was embarrassing, but his choice of words answered all your deepest fantasies. As if he knew you were weak for the wild, male instincts taking the wheel.

"Oh?"

Pathetically, that was all you could afford.

He nodded, his smirk deepened, showing off his perfect white teeth and prominent canines. Seonghwa was absolutely amused by you.

His dark onyx like eyes slowly slid down from your burning face. Their attention teased your exposed neck and shoulders. Lazily grazed the covered breast, and then they stopped the journey. They now glowed with anticipation at the sight of your interlocked legs.

"Aww, don't worry, Alani." He gave you the fakest pout just to turn it into the most devilish smile you've ever seen, "Your savior’s here."

The air in your lungs stung like needles. Unconsciously, you held your breath from the rollercoaster of emotions going through you now. This Seonghwa had nothing to do with the Seonghwa you knew. He'd probably just played the good guy in front of your brother. But now you were alone, and the truth came out. You enjoyed every second of it with a painful pulsating between your legs as a confirmation.

His jacket landed on the floor, his belt came undone as he slowly approached you. Seonghwa was either lazily preparing for the act or he was just letting you feast on the view.

And you watched him closely. No detail of this perfect man missed your eyes. The sunkissed skin on his face, arms and neck ideally suited his raven, wavy hair. In a contrast of it all, the whiteness of his T-shirt was blinding. Seonghwa always was good looking for you, but now, in this new form, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Are you gonna make a sound?" He asked you when his frame stood right in front of you, your knees touching, "Or do you want me to make you?"

You gulped at the threat.

"Sorry, I would never have thought this night would end like this."

"Like this? You mean me in your room?" He snickered.

"Yes."

"Well, I have, like I have every day since we met."

You blinked fast at this unexpected confession.

"What do you mean?"

Seonghwa's melodic chuckle would've been cute, if not for the situation you were in with him. He leaned over to have your face as close to his as possible.

"You see I don't fuck sisters of my friends. But that…" he looked you up and down, deeply inhaling, before eyes went back to yours. The sheet you held to cover yourself disappeared due to his will, "...that's not something I could ever say no to."

His hand appeared to grab your chin, making you look right into the bold eyes of his where you could read all his intentions.

"Did the baby walk horny all day?"

You nodded.

"And the toys were not enough to help?" He spoke to you like you were a helpless lost animal. However, the look in his eyes was sinister with all the meaning of this word.

It was turning you on terribly.

"Yes." You whine out, puppy dog eyes and all, responding to his play.

"No one wanted to come and help you?"

You were close to losing it. The scent of his cologne worked like magic potion. The desperation for him to finally touch you, devour you, was making you act like a brainwashed freak.

Enough was enough.

"Yes, Park. That's why you better fuck me 'til I’m broken. Till I’m all messy. Till I hate you."

He smiled as a proud owner.

"My pretty little slut."

Your lips suddenly interlocked with his, given in to the sweetest abuse. He was aggressively kissing you, while dangerous groans left his chords. You weren't different. The need of him grew in appalling speed, making you stand up and give all into the kiss.

The bare body of yours immediately got caged in his embrace. His hand rested on the back of your head to hold your lips in place, all for him to taste.

Your self-control didn't allow you to keep your hands still. Quickly, they began stripping him off his shirt and next taking care of his zipper. You wanted to suck him off, you needed to make him curse with his cock deep in your throat.

Making your way down with kisses on his hot skin, your knees touched the floor. Seonghwa cupped under your face, cheeks lightly squeezed, looking into your eyes as you were pulling his pants down, stroking him through the material of his underwear.

"Are you letting me fuck your sweet mouth?" He asked, playing with your hair.

You licked your lips while smirking.

At the silent response, he grabbed your locks in the ponytail. It wasn't visible, but Seonghwa trembled. You could feel it under your touch, even the tiniest shiver. It worked on you like drugs.

You eliminated the obstacle of his underwear and let his rock hard cock free. The pain of lack of release was visible as his skin was red from all the blood running. The tip, slightly tinted with purple, looked delicious. The strings of thick precum, reminiscent of a spider web, spread from the bottom to his balls, making you drool.

The man inhaled sharply as he felt the warmth and softness of your mouth. Seonghwa watched you in awe when you were collecting the pre-juices, simultaneously moaning at its sweetness.

Sucking on his tip while pumping him off, awarded you with low growls. He wanted to fuck you mouth so badly, and even though you were going to let him do it, you still wanted to enjoy the moment.

You took him whole, and with the help of your right hand, there was no spot left unattended. The left palm took care of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. Your ego grew at how tight, how swollen they were getting from your touch.

Your tongue tended every vein, every single inch of his cock as if you tried to ease the throbbing but you were only making it worse. He was getting even harder with every lick, every suck.

At that moment, you held all the power. The lewd sounds your mouth made in contact with his manhood had him going crazy. His head fell back from waves of pleasure, and you fed on this sight.

"Fuuuck…" he whined when you switched the act and your lips focused on the tip. You sucked him vigorously, rubbed him against your tensed tongue while your hand jerked him off.

"Aah fuck baby." He grunted.

Seonghwa loved the attention, but since appetite came with eating, he wanted more. He needed you to go faster. Instinctively, he grabbed your head and positioned himself to have a ideal way while fucking your throat.

"Tell me you want that cock", his tone sounded like he was giving you an order, but with the way he looked you deep in the eye, you knew he was asking for your permission, "Tell me."

You released him from your lips, "I want it. I need that cock deep in my throat, Park."

At first he went slow, letting you adjust your breathing and to let you see how far he would go.

He was bigger on a thick side rather than long, which you were thankful for. Still, his length was enough to make you choke a little.

With stroking his hips, you let him know he could go faster. Seonghwa didn't have to be told twice as it was all he waited for.

"Your mouth is perfect, Alani", he grinned, eyes hazy in pleasure, "As it was made for me."

You devoured him with your mouth and eyes. The vision of him, all blushed and hot was all you needed to overflow between your legs. His frowned forehead, parted lips and heavy breathing made you feel powerful.

"Mhm.." You hummed in excitement at the view.

Seonghwa fastened the pace of his slim, muscular hips, hearing you were having fun on his expanse. He fucked your mouth mercilessly, now his tip hitting the back if your throat. You choked and your eyes became watery but you bravely maintained the peace.

"Holy shiiit" he cursed and panicked as the pleasure began building up too fast.

He quickly pulled out, strings of your drool still connected him with your mouth.

"You almost made me cum, angel."

"I wouldn't let you in the first place.'' You said sweetly despite the hoarse voice, " I want that cum inside another hole."

Seonghwa laughed and patted your head.

"Come here."

He helped you get up. Without a word he wiped your chin and collected the tears with his thumbs. You probably looked ridiculous but he enjoyed it. Then he pulled you closer by your waist.

The kiss was soft and slower compared to the previous one as if he tried to calm both of you down. Using this moment, he took a step forward, forcing you to gently fall along with him on the bed. The affection of his lips switched to your neck, sucking and nibbling on it.

"Aah." You flinched from the stinging pain and you realized he just graced you with a hickey.

"Just leaving my mark.” He informed you nonchalantly.

"What for?" You frowned at him.

"It'll be fun to know you struggle to hide it." He explained nonchalantly while getting busy with your breasts.

"It's gonna fade anyway."

He gazed at you with a mysterious smile, "Then I'll make another one."

Not letting you react to this promise, he released his long tongue to take care of your erect nipples.

"Aah Seonghwa."

The not so gentle massage and desperate sucking onto your bosoms made you wiggle underneath him. The man twisted your buds between his fingers, his wet tongue circling around them. He smacked them from time to time which had your pussy quiver in anticipation.

Slowly, something seemed to be waking up in him. Something dark, something unforgiving. The glow in his eyes changed. You picked up wildness and danger. It screamed at you to run but you couldn't, you didn't want to.

"I'm so wet." You decided to bring out the beast.

"Oh, I'm not missing on that." He grunted and slid down on you, granting your skin with pecks here and there.

Your legs were gently spread, and Seonghwa watched you closely, reading you like an opened book. It felt like ages as he studied your dripping, throbbing folds to the point you felt slight waves of embarrassment crawling up your cheeks.

"S-stop looking." You begged.

"No." He chuckled, eyes kept staring, "I like to take my time to look at my property."

You didn't respond to that. Your mind could not form a thought. There was so much going on.

But he wanted you to answer his claim. The man's hands slithered in from your thighs to your waist and grabbed it tightly.

His dark pupils glared at you, "Say it's mine."

"I don't belong to no one else but myself." You didn't sound confident.

"That's why you sent nudes to random men and can't make yourself cum? I always thought independence comes with self handling? Or am I wrong?" He asked sarcastically.

Thumb started massaging your clit in circle motions, slow, lazily. You were too sensitive, too vulnerable after a whole day of tiring arousal clouding your mind, burdening your body. The moans were impossible to control. His touch was too good, irresistible.

"Let's start again then." He grinned, watching how your pussy throbbed under his face. "Is this little pussy mine?"

Seonghwa did not receive an answer he wanted, and loud whimpers were not enough for him.

"Please don't stop." You begged when his hand left your body to reach something on the side. "Seong–"

Your white lace panties you almost ripped off yourself earlier that evening magically found themselves in his hand and ended up in your mouth as your savior pushed them in there.

Attempts to spit them out were futile due to absolute dryness caused by the consuming neediness. You also didn't try to take them out. Seonghwa quickly grabbed your wrists and held them about your head.

You could only watch as his perfect naked body laid on your right side. Your right leg got caught between his knees, while your left ankle was trapped under his right foot. He had you silenced and all spread on the sheets, caged in the position there was no escape from.

He looked you deep in the eyes.

"You're not really talkative today. Are you, Alani?" He growled. "Well, that'll change in a second."

The first slap on your folds shocked you, but what surprised you even more was the way your body reacted to it. It felt good, too good. The pain danced along with the pleasure which you had never experienced before.

Another muted whimper escaped your chords as your pussy lips met with a quick smack. He seemed to target your folds with the unforgiving slaps and then give a slow massage to your clit.

"Has the other S dude never slapped that smart-ass pussy?" He snickered, seeing your big eyes. Smack fell upon your cunt again, "He missed out. Your whimpers are to die for."

With every next slap, it hurt more, but also the pleasure doubled. Him massaging your bud in between, had you melt in the perfect combination of pain and bliss. But you needed to cum and the stinging pain controlled the process. You knew what he wanted to gain from that.

His face buried in your neck, with his lips brushing your ear.

"Is this pussy mine?' The whisper slid through his teeth. You shivered at the vibration he sent down your body.

You moaned quietly in confirmation. It was his. You were his for as long as he wanted. You were desperate for his fingers inside you.

"I. Did. Not. Hear you."

Four fast and powerful smacks attacked your reddened folds, and you could help but scream and wiggle from the sensation. No matter the panties in your mouth, you nodded eagerly, trying to shout what he wanted you to say.

He smiled, satisfied, and eliminated the obstacle from your mouth.

"Did I hear it right?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, it's yours. I'm all yours." You recited as fast as your breath allowed you.

That was when you realized there was no possibility to play bratty with this man. The moment he stepped into your room, you were his to play with. Calling him by his name suddenly seemed disrespectful, and you didn’t want to oppose him anymore.

"Good girl." He caressed your cheeks to calm you down. "Was it worth it? Playing brave, hmm?"

"No, it wasn't, sir." You whispered as his lips hung over yours with the promise of the sweetest kiss.

"Exactly." He grunted. "What I say is holy. Obedience is awarded while misbehavior…"

He waited for you to finish.

"...is punished."

"Smart girl." He grinned before locking his lips with yours.

While your pussy tried to recover from the punishment, your lips got blessed with one of the sweetest kisses you had ever had. Seonghwa took his time to taste you, putting a slow and gentle pressure. He skillfully shifted from one lip to another just to finally let your tongues meet and make the kiss wetter, hotter. You were released from the caging position as he moved to hover over you.

His lips left your mouth but never your skin. Leaving a wet trace, not forgetting about teasing your swollen breasts and erect nipples, he went down on you.

The desire pooled between your thighs as he got face to face with your womanhood. The way he marked your inner thighs with juicy, loud kisses was cute, but the look in his eyes when he looked at you was far from that.

Seonghwa had already shown you. He was dangerous. Manipulative and possessive, using ugly tactics to get what he wanted. Maybe it was your body, in a desperate need of release that made you ignore it, but you enjoyed him like this. A little too much.

"If you cooperate, you'll get everything you want." He said with a tone like he was about to boop your nose. But he has different plans.

You inhaled sharply the moment your clit was embraced by his soft lips. He wasn't in a hurry to help you out. Slow, full licks soothed your sore folds. Only when he sensed you were alright to put more pressure, he changed his approach. The tongue dived deeper into your slit, right into your wetness.

The pleased murmuring that shook his chords attacked your core. You were severely throbbing on his tongue, satisfying his taste buds as well as his ego. You arched your back in overcoming delight as the first orgasmic shocks poked your nerves. The wet noises and your untamed moaning bounced between the wall of your bedroom.

You looked at him as you felt his tongue tensing, hardening against your folds and moved onto your clit. The pace of his tongue lapping was immediate, fast and indisputable.

Unconsciously, your legs attempted to cage him between, but Seonghwa was having none of it. His hands firmly grabbed your under knees, almost pinning them against your chest. Now he had access to both your pretty holes. His tongue melted with your cunt, salivating all over it. His drool was thick and flooding. You watched how the pace he was gracing you with caused all the wetness to turn into a foamy matter. The view itself was enough to chase the ecstasy to crush into you.

"Holy shiit, Park!" You cried out. "I'm cumming."

Seonghwa detached from you at the sound of his last name.

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" He growled out dangerously while grinning maniacally.

You didn't dare to whine from denied orgasm. The man hovering above your dripping cunt wasn't a type to tease and to disrespect. The bliss clouded your mind. You were in the wrong here.

"I'm sorry, sir." You cried out in desperation, shaking on your body. "I'm so sorry. Your mouth fucks me so good it makes me stupid. Forgive me."

"Damn, Alani. You know what to say to melt my heart, don't you?"

"Please sir, let me cum." You were close to tears.

"Oh, I will." He promised, which sounded more like a threat.

One arm was enough to keep your legs in place. And then he was glued to your clit again, returning to the previous sweet torture. But Seonghwa couldn't resist that hole of yours, basically screaming for him to fuck it.

Two fingertips first massaged the inside of your folds in up and down motions. They traced your slit, the edges of your oozing entrance. Despite your trembling of anticipation for his digits to pound inside you, you still were unprepared how fast and deep he stuck them in.

You sobbed at the rough but fullfilling treatment.

As his tongue twirled on your clit, his fingers studied you. Seonghwa wanted to know how soft and warm you were, how tight were those walls of yours. He was about to lose his mind from the way you cramped around his digits. You were so close.

"Seonghwa!" You screamed and that one word was all you could master.

He smiled and grunted in confirmation. It was time to watch you break for the first time in front of his eyes. At last.

Your body felt like falling off the cliff of crushing ecstasy. It seemed like the time slowed down, your eyes went blurry and your ears filled with the buzzing sound of all the vibrations going through you like electric waves.

Seonghwa rode your orgasm, leading it everywhere he wanted. He fed on the sight of you arched back and hands sloppily massaging your breasts. The man slowly decreased the speed of his fingers fucking you to let your orgasm peacefully fade. He wanted to see it all.

Breathing heavily, you sunk in your bed again and looked at him. You watched your essence coating his fingers and dripping down his chin.

"You like it like that, don't you, doll?" He said with a devilish grin. "Wet and messy."

"Yes, sir." You whimpered at the sight of his body as he sat up.

He grabbed your thighs and slid his own, tanned and muscular legs underneath them. Seonghwa was now sitting down with your thighs embracing his tiny waist.

You flinched at the sudden touch and weight of his fat, hard like stone cock on your cunt that throbbed more with every second. The low whine left your lips as he grabbed his pride and slapped your folds a few times as if it was a meet and greet.

"I'm finally getting my dick sink inside that little pussy of yours, baby." He hissed in anticipation. "You need daddy's cock real bad, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy. I need it badly." You begged, inviting him with sensual movements of your hips.

You both whined, him at your tightness and warmth, and you at his mass stretching you out incredibly.

You needed a moment to yourself to adjust, but he didn't plan to be thoughtful anymore.

"Y-you're so t-thick."

You felt his hands slide underneath your waist and with one strong pull, you crushed into his torso. With all strength, you tried to pull yourself up on his arms to control the speed of how deep you were sinking onto him in that position but no use.

"Oh my fuck!" You cursed as his cock mercilessly invaded you until his balls made it impossible to go further.

Seonghwa smiled, all cocky at your struggle to take him in, "You can take him, baby. I know you can."

With a powerful smack, he grabbed your ass and forced it to move against him. You moaned at the suddenness of it but you understood the digression. Slowly but decisively, you began grinding him. You were so full of him and could not stop loud moans from leaving your lips every time you moved. His girth put amazing pressure on your cramping walls, rubbing every sensitive spot of your interiors.

With every next grind, you felt more comfortable to fasten your pace. You tightened the embrace around his neck and looked him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow, clearly challenging you. And you accepted the challenge.

Slowly, you pushed him onto the bed, your fingertips drawing lines on his torso. You put your hips in a faster pace the moment his hands grabbed your waist.

His eyes watched you closely, learning every detail about you by heart. Your bitten lip, hazy gaze, the way your breasts waved as you rocked body back and forth. Seonghwa couldn't help himself as his hands wandered higher and grasped your bosoms to squeeze them together. Your nipples begged to be sucked but you wanted him to stay in that position.

You pushed him when seeing he began to raise himself up to suck on them, "No."

You wanted to sound firm but his thick cock, overtaking you caused your voice to pathetically crack.

His laugh really showed he was underestimating you. It made you angry, even being in the state you were in. You leaned over and caged his head between your hands. He couldn't hold a moan when your pussy began stroking him in a merciless manner. You needed to see him losing control, crying out your name and begging you to stop. However this new position affected you as well. His tip now had a clean path to your sweet spot.

"Come on." He teased as your face started showing the signs of weakness. Seonghwa was not going to let you have any power over him.

Your hips swayed as you found a perfect angle. Not able to stop, you focused on fucking yourself off. It felt too good, too perfect to let his arrogance take the first place.

"That's what I thought." He summed your failed challenge.

With this, you immediately had his hand around your neck, making your face hang close, right above his. Seonghwa enjoyed you, not wanting to let go of any second on having you brainless because of him.

Your grinds lost their power and turned sloppy. The way your walls cramped around his length and how you shivered let him know you were close.

The grasp on your neck tightened. You watched how he bared his teeth.

"Don't you dare to cum without my command."

"P-Please.."

"NOT without my command."

You stopped moving and stayed like that, with his cock buried deep inside you. But the orgasm couldn't be tamed.

"I can't ho-old it." You stuttered out, fighting as hard as you could.

"I don't care." He was unforgiving, torturing you seemed the best fun. Seeing a chance, he pinned his pelvis against you. You didn't know what he was thinking would happen to you when having his dick going even deeper so suddenly.

You came undone in an instant, moaning loud apologies, pleading for forgiveness. But Seonghwa was not having it. Your hands got twisted and interlocked behind your back, held by the strong grip of his hand. You fell onto him, your head resting on his collarbone.

"Lesson time." He growled, threatening.

With another hand on your lower back, there was no escape from his plans. The pace he put into smashing inside you was crazy. Despite him being underneath you, in a not so comfortable position. His stamina was out of this world if he was able to uphold the tempo he went for. Seonghwa was heartless with the way he attacked your overstimulated womanhood.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Wait a second! Let me-aahh"

You had no right to speak or refuse. Not after disobeying him right into his face. Now, all you could do was allow him to wreak havoc inside you while feeding his cocky side with your whines and screams.

His right hand sneaked down from your lower back. The sudden invasion of his middle finger inside your ass was shocking but also very welcome as it only added to the pleasure. He had done it many times, you were sure of that. And he knew it worked miracles.

Seonghwa attacked your sweet spot from both sides, having an entire control over your holes while his pubic area rubbed onto your clit over and over.

"Aaah fuck." You couldn’t afford to scream or even moan. All you let out was a whisper that he might've not even heard. The tears of overwhelming pleasure fell from your rolled up eyes. Your next release came fast, having you shake on your whole body.

“Yees, baby.” He growled, amused in his madness of razing you. “Give it all to me.”

Only when having you spasming in pure ecstasy again Seonghwa shifted in his movements. Directing your hips against his waving pelvis, he made you ride your orgasm with deep and slow grinds. You were in heaven with the way the pleasure was reaching every cell in your body as his mass twitched inside of you.

The moment he let go of your body, you torpidly rolled off of him. The cold sheet embraced your burning body. But Seonghwa only allowed you to rest for a short second. You didn’t notice that he got off the bed. Now he stood beside it, right beyond your head.

He waited.

You gathered your strength to sit down, facing him.

His perfect, naked proportion flooded your eyesight. Seonghwa was gorgeous, now standing tall with his hands behind his back and his whole body for your hungry eyes. His caramel skin glistened in sweat. Every muscle was enhanced from the ridiculous workout he did while fucking you into a oblivion. His cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, was ready to explode. You desired him more and more. The familiar excitement began filling you again.

Seonghwa watched you, satisfied by your state and feeding on your admiration as you were eyeing him up and down like a starving lioness.

He grinned at you, “All four for me. Now.”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself for another set of pleasure soon coming your way. Deep down in your mind, you tried to kill the fear before the unknown. Seonghwa just took what he wanted, making sure you wouldn't be able to let him go. And you were afraid of it.

You did as he said. Now, with your ass stuck out, offered to him, you whimpered in neediness. Feeling his weight on the bed, you rolled your hips, inviting him to take care of you faster.

He groped your cheeks and massaged them, smacking them in between before spreading them wide to watch the stage he enjoyed so much performing on.

You heard him inhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“You cum so much, baby. I can’t be worse, can I?”

“Seonghwa-” you whined at the feeling of his tip painting abstracts with you cum on your slit and higher, on your asshole.

The way your pussy shamelessly throbbed had his head spinning. It was a sweet invitation he couldn’t say no to, that he would never say no to. It was his turn to focus on his own release. The need to flood you made his mask of sanity slowly slip.

You had been roaming in his mind from the moment he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The fact that you were his best friend’s little sister only added the fuel to the flame. You were forbidden, out of reach. And as if his prayers were heard, you called for him tonight.

He entered you powerfully, and after one series of firm pushes that had you melt like butter, you felt a sudden pressure against your asshole. Whatever that was, it was hard, cold and pretty big. You tried to steal a glimpse of what it was, but the position made it impossible. However, you managed to see the glow of silver.

Your toy. He must’ve picked up from the ground where you threw all the useless tools. Damn, the man was perceptive. As if he knew, you always used that one for your anal masturbation.

Quickly, you laid your upper body on the bed, making your ass protruding even more for him to ruin.

“Filthy doll.” he chuckled, enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. You were responding to his every idea. You were a dream lover to his twisted nature.

The metal went in slowly but decisively. You accepted it proudly, familiar with the feeling. Now, with both your holes stuffed, you had to bite the sheets from the sensation. The lewdness took over and your self-respect got locked up somewhere in the deepest void.

You were ready for Seonghwa to do the worst to you.

The tight grip on your hip would definitely leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. That was all you needed today in your high level of arousal - the man to absolutely demolish you.

You loved the primal and animalistic feeling of being taken from behind. He pounded inside you, having the best access to your most sensitive spots. The pace was firm and even but too slow for your desperation to cum again. You knew it was his turn to chase the high. However, you have to feel more.

You reached for the toy and began fucking your ass with it, even though Seonghwa initially wanted it to fill you and stay there as he takes care of your pussy.

"Holy fuck." You blurted out from the pleasure of the double penetration.

Seonghwa wasn't a fan of it. He watched your hand pomp that toy inside your ass. Was he third wheeling right now? He felt the unexplainable needle of anger to stun his pride. The main joy was supposed to come from his cock, not from a synthetic, fake version of it.

“You've got to be kidding me.” He grunted in disbelief.

The toy immediately disappeared, ripped from your hand and thrown somewhere onto the floor. When it came to you, you ended up on your back, with a whole raging bull between your legs.

“Seong-”

“Don’t stop looking at me?” He commanded, seeing how your eyes wandered around to understand what was happening.

And you listened.

You looked deep in those dark eyes when he raised your hips up and let his cock slid inside your ass, replacing the toy. The further he penetrated you, the more you trembled. Seonghwa grinned at your face, contorting with a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m so fu-ull.” You moaned between fast breaths.

“And so fucking tight.” He smiled, struggling to keep his cool. “I will work you out in a minute, don’t worry, baby.”

You engulfed his thickness, overwhelmed by the intensity of when he began slowly thrusting inside you. You could already tell that the next orgasm would be the reason for you developing an obsession for that man. Unhealthy obsession.

Seonghwa did not stop holding your gaze, making sure your eyes remained glued to him, despite them wanting to roll up from the bliss. His impatient thumb found a way to your pussy and dived in, while the rest of four fingers laid flat on your clit.

“You’re gonna take it all. Every thrust, every grind, every drop.”

The pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body arched, hand grasping onto the sheets. He seemed to be everywhere, surrounding you from all sides. You were so full of him, owned and possessed.

Seonghwa knew it was time to let all the demons out. He needed to cum, fast and intense. He desired to flood your tight walls while your unsatisfied cunt coat his fingers with your hot cum.

“Fuck fuck.” He was close, really close.

The man raised up on his feet, forcing your pelvis to go even higher. His right hand embraced your neck and made you look at him again. You were meant to watch him make you his. You grabbed his arms all adorned with popping veins, looking how he positioned himself above you.

There was no delicacy this time, no mercy. He fucked your asshole like his well being depended on it. He listened to your loud, high pitched moans and whines. You were glad you lived in a house and not in an apartment. You would not have been able to look your neighbors in the eye the next day.

The thumb gave its place to two fingers that tips quickly found a way to your g-spot.

“Oh my fuuck!”

It was too much, too heavy for the last thin string holding you together. Your protracted whine gave you away along with the increased cramping on your walls both around his digits and cock.

Seonghwa was quick to take advantage of it.

“Who does your ass belong to, huh? Who does your pussy belong to?” He demanded an answer, tightening the grasp around your neck, pushing his dick and fingers even deeper. “Who do you belong to?”

You were coming with his name on your lips, crying it out loud as waves of electrifying blissfulness washed over you, one greater than previous. You were right. The obsession over Seonghwa was inevitable. He was more than you would have wished for, with his knowledge how to make you go crazy and his thick, perfect cock.

As the first spasm hit his body, his hand left your neck to support himself on your spread legs. He was ready to welcome the crushing ecstasy.

“Holy fuck. Take it all like a good girl I know you can be-”

The man couldn’t say anything more. The pleasure only allowed his chords to birth grunts, and when he came undone, the most beautiful moans were sent your way. You could feel any throb and twitch of his cock as he shot a hot load inside your walls. He came a lot, which immediately leaked out of you when Seonghwa slid out of you.

Breathing hard, he slowly laid your hips down onto the bed and fell beside you. The sex, as well as proceding it, exhausting arousal drained both of you. You laid there, dripping in sweat and cum, trying to bring your sanity back on earth.

“You’re perfect.”

Him suddenly voicing his thoughts, had you surprised but you also wanted to let him know what you were thinking of him.

“You’re perfect.”

“Really? Then I don’t feel like letting you go.”

“Then don’t.”

You looked at him, Seonghwa was already watching you. The moment he noticed he had your attention, he graced you with a most heartwarming smile. With his hair all wet and messy, with sweat pouring down his face, he was breathtaking. He was just wrecking your holes a minute ago and now there he was, cute, making you melt.

“Come on.” He suddenly got up and quickly walked over to your side.

You blinked in disbelief of him still having some energy, “Where?”

“First you need to pee”, he picked you up and began walking to the bathroom, “And then we’re taking a long shower."

“So you can be gentle.” You giggled, embracing his neck.

He raised his brow in a joking manner, “Sweetheart, I always take responsibility for my actions.”

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Mending a Family 31/?

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Dick walked through the cemetery holding a bouquet. He stopped in front of a grave. An angel looked over an empty coffin.

It felt wrong to visit Jason’s grave when he was still alive, but it was the only way he had to talk to his younger brother now. He put the bouquet down and then sat down. Dick didn’t really know what to do now. He didn’t even know why he had come to the grave in the first place.

Was it to ask for forgiveness? To ask why?

“I’m in therapy now.”

Silence. Did he expect anything else? Maybe.

“I know Roy wasn’t telling me to go to therapy out of the goodness of his heart, but…I needed to do it, I guess. Dinah’s a good therapist. She cuts through the bullshit and has no problem calling me out on my crap.”

The wind blew through the grass.

“I’m trying to get Bruce to go, too. It’s going as well as you can imagine.”

The angel stared at Dick, mocking him.

“Me and Tim take turns patrolling Crime Alley. It’s not too bad, but we already see cracks in your absence.”

At first, Red Hood’s lieutenants had taken over after Jason’s disappearance, and things had stayed more or less the same. However, the longer Red Hood was away from Crime Alley, the more criminals pushed boundaries, and the more the crime rate increased. Thankfully, having at least two Bats visit the place kept it from returning to its pre-Red Hood days.

They knew that the crime rate would keep increasing, but between Nightwing and Red Robin, they hoped it wouldn’t get too bad.

Bruce still refused to enter Crime Alley. Dick didn’t think it was only because of his parents.

“I’m sorry, Little Wing. If we had tried to integrate you into the family, you might still be here. I shouldn’t have kept Mar’i’s existence from you. Me and Bruce should’ve done better in welcoming you into the family.”

Too late now, he thought.

Dick and Bruce had thought that Jason would always be around. They thought they had time to bring Jason back into the fold. Now, he was gone in the wind. God only knew where he was. Well, God and Roy. He had a (possible) kid with him, and Dick couldn’t blame Jason for keeping the boy away from the family when Dick had done the same to Jason with Mar’i.

Well, not unless he wanted to be a hypocrite.

What else is new, his brain whispered.

Dick sighed and got up, dusting the dirt from his pants. He walked up to the angel and put his hand on it.

“I hope you’re happy and safe. Wherever you are, Little Wing.”

Thousands of miles away, while he was working on his car, Jason felt a chill go down his spine.

“Someone is walking on my grave,” he whispered. He blinked. How did he know that? Suddenly, the scent of flowers reached his nose. He looked around and saw nothing but oily rags and parts of cars scattered all over the place.

Jason went back to working on his car, a feeling of uneasiness filling him.

Back in Gotham, Dick wore his Nightwing suit and patrolled Crime Alley that night. He stopped a few muggings. He helped a woman return home after being followed and stopped a drug dealer from selling to a few kids.

One of Jason’s major rules was not selling to kids. The cracks were widening in Crime Alley with Red Hood’s absence.

Bruce, Tim, and Dick knew that Jason had been able to enforce these rules because a. he wasn’t affiliated with the Bats, b. he knew Crime Alley inside and out, and c. the people had accepted him.

They still didn’t trust Batman and the birds that flew with them. Not really.

Nightwing sat on top of a building overlooking Crime Alley. Thankfully, it had quieted down.

He tensed when he heard someone beside him before he noticed it was Black Bat. He relaxed a bit, still overlooking Crime Alley.

They sat in silence, letting the stillness of the area overcome them.

“Tell me about him,” she said suddenly.

Dick thought about it for a moment. Where would he even start?

“He loves reading. He loves the classics; his favorite is Pride and Prejudice.”

Black Bat cocked her head to the side, “Really? I never would’ve pegged him as a bookworm.”

Dick nodded.

“Yeah, he was obsessed with reading. When he was younger, he wouldn’t go on patrol unless he had finished his schoolwork, the nerd. He wanted to go to college before—you know, before that happened.”

That was the crux of the matter: how different would things have been if Jason had never died?

Would he have graduated by now? Jason was brilliant, and Dick had no issues in believing that his bookworm of a brother would’ve graduated sooner than most. Would he be getting his master’s by now? Would he have a girlfriend? A boyfriend? Would the child he was with be surrounded by aunts and uncles? By his cousin? Well, there was no point in thinking ‘what ifs’ now. It was too late for that.

He felt arms around him.

“He’ll come back. I know.”

Dick tried to smile.

They didn’t know that, though, did they?

Jason was mostly out of it the rest of the day. He felt something was missing.

No, he knew what was missing. His family back in Gotham. He could survive, even thrive, with just Danny, Ellie, and Jazz. With Roy and Raven. But, a part of him, the child in him, missed his dad and older brother. He missed the possible relationship he could’ve had with Bruce’s other children, his other siblings if he hadn’t fucked up so badly.

He felt arms around him. Danny was looking at him with worry in his eyes. Even Jazz and Ellie were staring at him.

“What’s wrong, daddy?”

Looking into his son’s blue eyes, Jason knew he could never return to Gotham. They would take Danny away from him. Living away from his family was hard, but he wouldn’t survive if Danny were taken from him.

“Nothing, lad, daddy was just feeling a bit nostalgic.”

He looked into Danny’s eyes, “But I’m okay, now, chum. Daddy is okay now.”

Jason refused to have his son and small family taken from him.

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silent-sanctum · 5 months

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Long Nights - 3taro x Reader x 4taro

I'm back and I bring to you a nice, no stands modern au where you can imagine yourself getting nice hot and steamy with two joots~ I'm planning on making this au a series but no promises. For now, enjoy this one~~

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It had been a long day.

You toed out of your shoes and left them by the door, and echoing into the vast living room, you called out. “I’m back!” Though you weren’t sure if anyone of the two were back by this time, knowing how it is with the duo, but one replied to your greetings with his own.

“You’re early.”

A wide smile bloomed on your face as he walked out from the corner of the wall, dressed in a comfy home fit consisting of a dark gray shirt and sweatpants. Perched on his nose was a pair of glasses and in his hand was a steaming mug of dark coffee.

You happily stepped into his open arm and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. “Today’s cases were resolved quicker than those prior, and now I only have one more lucrative task before I’m free to do whatever I want.”

“Sounds like a luxury. Good for you.”

“Says Dr. Head-of-Research on vacation over here.” You poked his chest. “Didn’t you say you settled the projects before our trip here?”

He cocked a brow, a hint of a smile found in the corner of his lips. “I said I got most of the work done, but there are still the remaining bits that I have to polish before submitting them to the executives.”

You puffed your cheeks and walked over to the kitchen island. “You and your work,” you muttered out in a way that was meant to be playful. “Just when I thought you’d finally relax for real, there’s always something that’s still yet to be done.”

That was the lifestyle of your workaholic husband, Jotaro Kujo- one of the best scientists in the field of biological oceanography all while being a PhD-holding professor for the university tied to the organization he worked for.

Poor man wouldn’t be too familiar with what a proper break was, but who were you to say that when you were a busy person yourself being a well-paid investigator for the international police.

“But you’re aware that I managed my schedules better now so it aligns with yours.” He sipped his drink for a second before nudging his mug to the dining table. “Gives me time to better my cooking. Mom’s been relentless with the specifics.”

A delighted sound came out of you at the sight of a steaming bowl of soybean paste stew waiting for its person. “Thank you, love.”

“Still trying to be romantic brother?”

Jotaro’s face immediately soured at the same-sounding voice that just arrived right as you were about to take your second bite. “I don’t see you doing any better, and what did I say about washing yourself up properly before entering? You reek of sweat and dirt.”

“Tch. Showers weren’t working. I’ll wash up here so stop nagging.”

The other person walked into view and your eyes lit up once again, putting down the spoon you had to walk over to him. “Another win I presume?”

He tipped his black hat over his eyes and nodded. “As expected from the love of my life,” you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek despite the grime stuck to some areas on his body. A noticeable red tint grew faintly on his cheek. Jotaro wasn’t too pleased from the scene, eyes narrowed and nose crinkled trying to filter out the odor and focus more on his caffeine.

You got used to the rather crass entrance of Ryutaro- a well-known underground boxer and MMA fighter, Jotaro’s identical twin, and your second husband.

Yes. You’d yet to wrap it around your head that you made the conscious decision of marrying both twins, who besides from sharing the same face and stoic demeanor, were opposite in mindset. One was intellectual and put all his logic into his formal achievements, the other would rather let his fists do the talking and bag him the cash he earned.

The only way you could tell them apart was that Jotaro preferred to keep his hair short and slicked back, while Ryutaro kept his unruly curls as is with a single strand dangling on his forehead. There was also the observation that the older twin was more articulate with his words while the other kept it short and direct.

Through some fateful interventions involving intertwined cases, serendipitous encounters, and shit ton of communication, you fell for them equally and couldn’t just choose one without making the other unequal.

“Bought something on the way back…” Ryutaro held up a plastic bag towards you. Looking inside, you found what you expect to find which were the usual 2 cans of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and-

“Tiramisu?!” You gasped in delight, lifting the transparent dessert box out of the bag. You threw yourself to hug him, careful not to tip the box over. “Thank you! I thought they were sold out this month.”

The fighter tipped his hat to hide his face, but underneath the visor was a subtle smirk gracing his lips. “Some stores may had remaining stocks. Wasn’t too hard to ask.”

Too engrossed with the gifts he offered, you heard someone clear his throat and both of you turned to look at Jotaro deadpanning at the sight of you two. “Need I nag again about how dirty you are?”

“Yeah yeah whatever old man,” Ryutaro waved his hand in dismissal and you stepped back to give way for him.

“I’m 10 minutes older than you.”

“By the way, I haven’t had dinner yet-”

“Make it yourself,” the older twin cut him off the second his gaze landed on the still warm stew waiting on the table. “Time to see if you’ve been paying attention to Mom’s cooking courses.”

The other rolled his eyes and gave him the classic middle-finger love before walking off into the nearby bathroom to shower. “Don’t worry! I’ll finish your treat when I’m done eating!” That finger turned to a thumbs-up the second you spoke.

“Crude little punk…,” Jotaro muttered, taking another sip of his coffee.

“True but when isn’t he?” You said as you turned to your husband, held his cheek, and offered another kiss to lighten his mood. “Speaking off, I’m gonna enjoy what you two gave me and freshen up. How about you wait for me in our room or in your office if you still have work to finish, hm?”

Jotaro smiled and raised his free hand to overlap yours. “Alright.” He stepped back. “I’ll be waiting.” You waved him off and he took it as his cue to leave, hand in pocket and the other still bearing the mug of yet-to-finish caffeine.

Dinner went by as well as you had expected. For someone in his 3rd cooking lesson, the dish itself wasn’t half bad with its chunky consistency and sharp salty umami flavor. Making the dining experience better, the salty savoriness of the on your taste buds were balanced out by the smooth sweetness of the tiramisu treat.

You made quick work washing the dishes before heading to the master bedroom’s lavatory, situated adjacent to the room itself. If your guess would be correct, then you wouldn’t be expecting Ryutaro to be occupying it. Knowing him and the importance of his privacy, he had his own room and bath separate from yours and Jotaro.

Though as you stepped inside the glass walls of your shower, you couldn’t help but think of the times the younger twin had entered the master room’s washroom for the sole purpose of joining you under the steaming spray of water. You shook your head before images of him pressing you against the cool wall and taking you from behind could fill your mind.

He did have petty ways of showing his twin that he also liked being with his wife.

You wrapped yourself with your bathrobe and headed to the bedroom with the intention of opening your laptop and viewing some emails sent by clients and co-workers alike. By this time just as you said an hour ago, Jotaro was in his study doing what he does for the university or facility.

But as you opened the bathroom door to the sleeping space, you found Ryutaro with damp hair and comfy sleep wear lounging on one of the velvet lounge chairs by the corner of the room, reading one of his favorite thriller novels under the warm lighting of the floor lamp beside him.

It wasn’t anything unusual so you merely walked over to your laptop and perched atop the king-sized bed. “I thought you liked reading in the safety of your living quarters?”

He sighed. “It’s one of those ‘too quiet’ days. I’d like some company for tonight for a peace of mind.”

“Even if you just won a fight?”

“You know it doesn’t work like that for me.”

You nodded. Unlike his achieving twin who flew to the States to pursue a professional career, Ryutaro had a rough time during his adolescence, living through a life where he had to defend himself and their sweet and caring mother Holly, from xenophobic bullies and opportunistic gangsters constantly threatening them for their wealth.

It was why he chose to settle with underground fights.

He didn’t like talking much about his past and instead of delving further, you brought your laptop and sat on the lounge chair opposite to him. “Alright. May my presence be of help Mr. Kujo.”

Ryutaro huffed, a tint of pink appearing on his cheek as the corner of his lips tilted up. Just like that, you both returned to your respective activities- you with your work and him with his novel.

The night hadn’t passed by that much when you both finished your respective works. Standing up and setting your laptop aside, you raised both arms and stretched. “I doubt it’s that late but knowing you, I’m guessing it’s time for you to get some shut eye or maybe some late night work-oh!”

Calloused, yet gentle hands circled your waist and you found yourself in one of Ryutaro’s warm embrace. “I miss you…”

You smiled and held his hands from where they were. “It’s just been 3 days.”

“Been too long for it to just be 3 days,” he muttered against your temple. You could only imagine the small pout on his face as he said those words and the ones that followed. “Stupid police cases…”

You cooed. “Work’s work, love but I’m here now. So, while I am present,” you turned to face him wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Might as well make it count. I’m free to do whatever you want.”

He narrowed his eyes and leaned down to press a light kiss on your nose, eliciting a giggle from you. “I want to feel you tonight.”

In return, you clasped your hands behind his neck and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him in the lips. “Alright…” With a feather-light touch, you slowly ran the tip of your fingers down his shoulders to rest them on his chest. “Take what you want.”

...

By the time he sent the last file, the numbers on Jotaro’s digital clock turned 11. He took his glasses off to rub his poor eyes strained by the monitor in front of him. Why’d they request a comprehensive analysis tonight of all days?

There was also the matter of grading his students essays which were halfway done, incomplete only because he had an impromptu meeting he had to attend.

Jotaro sighed, rolling his shoulders to ease his muscles tightened with stress. She was right. I should cut myself some slack… He could always continue with work the next day and the day after that.

Holding onto that voice telling him to stop with his tasks, he got up and switched off his computer and lamp before heading to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. However, just as he was about to push the handle down, a moan muffled by the door caught his attention and prompted Jotaro to pause.

He narrowed his eyes and focused himself to the bedroom door. “Don’t tell me they’re-”

“I-I thought you were just going to- ahn~”

“Hmm… didn’t say I’d stop.”

“Wait what are- O-Oh~”

Jotaro tongued the inside of his cheek, frustrated that his face heated and his sweatpants tightened significantly. That fucker.

Instead of the bathroom, he reached for the master bedroom’s door handle instead and pushed down on it, swinging the door open only to be greeted by a more provocative scene for him to behold.

His younger twin had you in his hold with him forgoing his shirt and you in a bathrobe so loose it was one movement away from exposing you bare. He held you with your back against his chest, one arm holding your leg open while the other wrapped around your side to reach down to touch you there.

You had your head leaning back against his shoulder, eyes shut, panting with breathless whimpers as you humped the hand stroking your wet nub past the robe’s fabric, chasing pleasure.

Watching the scene unfurl before him, Jotaro gritted his teeth. He grew harder in his pants with the sound of your moans grew in pitch as your hips started to move erratically with Ryutaro’s name escaping past your lips.

Speaking of him- “Look’s like we have a guest.” Ryutaro muttered. At those words, you opened your eyes and met them with the older twin’s aquamarine ones, and widened them with realization.

“J-Jotaro, I- your brother- h-he just wanted to-!!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as your mouth gaped with a silent scream, eyes rolling up when the younger twin increased his pace against your folds, causing your body to shake as an orgasm came crashing down.

You slumped back onto the fighter’s chest, breathing heavily once it was over.

All while Jotaro remained standing, frozen, unsure of what to do. Get mad at his twin for being petty again? Leave them be and resume his work? Or-

“Jagiya…” Jotaro stilled at the pet name. You were fine calling by his name or a simple “love” on the daily, but when you referred to him by that name… He swallowed, growing more bothered and annoyingly hard. With hooded eyes and a flushed face, you rose a hand at his direction. “Please.”

And who was he to deny you.

Shrugging off his shirt, he stalked forward in quick strides, only to cup your cheeks and plant a firm kiss on your soft, spit-slicked lips. You moaned as you felt his tongue against yours, your hands carding through his trimmed curls.

Ryutaro scoffed. “I wanted her tonight.” To emphasize that, he brought his hand to fondle your breast.

As you pulled back to whimper from the stimulation, Jotaro used the chance to glare at him. “You fucked her 3 days ago.”

“Yeah? While you’re lucky you get to make-out with our wife nearly every day while I’m-”

“For fuck’s sake, can I have both of you?” You said through your delirious haze, interrupting the twins from their usual squabble. “Talk about leaving a lady hanging…”

They paused and stared at each other, glares never ceasing. “You heard her,” Jotaro started, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. Ryutaro grumbled to himself, kneading your chest firmer at your request. You yelped at the touch.

The older twin tipped your chin to him and with a tiny smile, he said. “Looks like I’m going to be busy tonight.” With that, he leaned forward to kiss you again. You reciprocated immediately, sighing at the feel of his fingers undoing the loose strap of your bathrobe.

The other gave up complaining and heeded your words, leaving the situation as is. Instead of fussing, Ryutaro turned to your ear instead, nibbling the skin there before trailing down to kiss and nip the underside of your jaw down to the column of your neck. There he bit into the skin.

You moaned into the kiss, shivering lightly as Jotaro eased the fabric off your shoulders and tossed it to the pile of clothes beside the bed, leaving you completely bare for your husbands to explore. “Beautiful.” He whispered into your other ear, his breath sending goosebumps down your limbs.

Ryutaro reached for your chin and gently directed you to kiss him, tongues in each other’s mouth, while his brother took the time to leave his hickeys on the other side of your neck. Just then, you jolted as a cold hand returned to cup your pussy, middle finger tracing your clit and dipping lightly into your hole.

“He got you worked up, didn’t he?” Jotaro muttered, proving it was his hand now playing with your nether region. “Hmm… so compliant, love.” You didn’t get the chance to respond as a mix of a yelp and whimper squeaked past your lips as Ryutaro’s hand pinched your nipple the same time his brother slid his finger inside with no problem.

The fighter pulled back from the kiss to watch you pant warm breaths, eyes squeezed shut while your hips jolted with every quick thrust of Jotaro’s finger into you. Seconds later, he’d add another and another until 4 fingers fit into you.

It didn’t help either when every jab managed to hit that sensitive spot in you that made you see stars and speak in pleas. Your hands grabbed onto whatever they could latch on may it be Ryutaro’s bicep or Jotaro’s back. Both never gave you a time to relax, not when you felt their lips, teeth, and tongues kissed every inch of your neck, shoulders, and breasts.

And then, for a brief minute as you neared your peak again, Jotaro slowly withdrew his fingers out of you, sticky with your fluid. You pried your eyes open, confused and frustrated on why he stopped, but you saw the twins exchange a look and Ryutaro chuckled into your ear. “You want us both, yeah?”

You nodded, desperate for release.

He huffed and wrapped an arm around your torso, securing you to him. “Then we’re gonna have to make sure you’re thoroughly prepared.”

You never got the chance to voice out “why” when a shrill yelp came out instead as Jotaro slid his whole hand into you with one slow yet solid thrust. With two to three thrusts of his fist into you, your back arched then, head thrown back as you cried out to the night when you came for the second time, every part of your body trembling from the overstimulation.

You sagged a minute later, body weak and shaking. The scientist cooed and slid his hand out of you with an audible shlick. In a moment of reprieve, you whimpered as they comforted you with soft kisses and nuzzles on your sweaty skin. “You’re doing well for us, love.” Jotaro said before turning your head to kiss you sweetly on the lips. It didn’t last too long when you pulled back seconds later to seek for Ryutaro’s kiss.

Once you came down enough, both twins shrugged off their pants and adjusted themselves into a comfortable position. Still hazy and clouded with pleasure, they guided you to sit on top of Jotaro who lied on the bed while Ryutaro situated himself on his knees behind you.

Admittedly, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous at the start and who was to blame you when both of them were well-endowed. “Don’t rush.” The scientist said, looking up at you with a firm yet reassuring gaze, his hands holding your waist and his thumbs caressing the skin as you reached behind to guide his cock to your eager hole.

Feeling the tip prod against the entrance, he moved his hands to hold yours. “Breathe with me. Slowly now.” You bit your lip as you sank down his girthy length inch by inch, pausing in-between to give yourself time to adjust. Jotaro didn’t complain and waited patiently, watching your face contort with slight discomfort.

Gradually, you let out a relieved sigh as you managed to sheathe him inside of you completely, his hips meeting with yours. You whimpered and slumped over to bury your face on the crook of the older twin’s neck, feeling full just with him alone.

“You’re doing good,” he muttered, letting go of your hands to smooth themselves over the expanse of your back.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” Suddenly, you felt another pair of hands grab your hips and felt Ryutaro prod against your stretched hole. “I’m putting it in, alright?”

You could feel Jotaro stare his twin down, signaling him to not do anything rash but you, anxious yet eager to get the deed done already, nodded in acknowledgment. “Safe word?”

“R-Red.”

“Good girl,” Jotaro kissed your temple. “Again. Deep breaths now.”

You braced yourself and whined as the tip prodded against your entrance, trying to worm itself in. But when you felt the younger twin’s finger rubbed furiously against your clit, you cried out as you loosened a bit more, enough for the the second cock to squeeze past your hole.

You let out a broken sob, arching slightly as you felt your walls stretch painfully with Ryutaro gritting his teeth behind you, sliding inside slowly. Beneath you, the scientist had his brows furrowed and his eyes shut from the additional pressure joining his inside of you, while his one hand combed through your hair and the other holding you close to him.

“H-Hurts…”

“Safe word?” This time, Ryutaro said with slight struggle. You wanted this to work so through your tears, you shook your head. “Almost there.”

Every second he slid himself in was something you had yet to get used to, still feeling the burn despite how wet you were for the twins. You had Jotaro hush you throughout it the initial drag, being the one to comfort you while his brother worked his way in.

And then you felt his hip flush against yours and you gasped with relief.

For a minute, no one moved, allowing you to accommodate both their girths in you. Your breaths came out shaky, stuttering a sob here and there, and the two immediately responded to it by planting gentle kisses wherever they can on your body. You felt the skin of your abdomen stretch from their sizes combined.

Jotaro was the twin who preferred to make sure you felt good even if it would take time, the twin who was an expert of making you fall apart with a combination of foreplay, praise, and precisely sharp thrusts, and while Ryutaro would never hurt you in any way shape or form, he’d much rather not waste any time and make you beg for him while he gave you the night of your life with his rougher and messier pace.

And tonight, you get to experience both.

With the discomfort slowly replaced with comfortable pleasure, ready for your lovers work their magic, you whispered out for both of them to hear. “’M ready.” Both twins let out a sound of acknowledgment and felt them shift around to ready themselves.

Their cocks slid out slowly until their tips remained inside, and in a split second with Jotaro’s feet firm on the sheet and Ryutaro’s hip eased back, both twins fucked into you with one solid thrust.

You screamed, the one strong movement enough to send you off the edge with an orgasm enough to knock the air out your lungs, but they didn’t stop. You swore even in the midst of your high, they continued to pound into you with ferocity, grunting from the efforts.

Your body rocked violently from the force of your thrusts and you were left limp, in the mercy of your husbands. You could only let out broken moans and whines as everything turned sensitive- the drag of your nipples against the scientist’s pectorals, the slapping of the fighter’s balls against your clit, the harsh grip of hands all over you.

At some point in-between, another orgasms wracked throughout your body, one so abrupt and strong that you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, sharply arching your back as you convulsed, a jet of clear fluid spurting out to drench the sheets every time they pulled out before thrusting back in. You broke right then and there.

“Fuck.”

“Shit.”

Both twins cursed at the sight of you squirting and of your body quivering, with your tearful glassy eyes, ajar drooling lips, and near rag doll state you were in with how limp your limbs became. You couldn’t do so much but let out weak “ah’s” with every firm fuck.

You lost how much time has passed. It felt like forever but you couldn’t care when you were currently a blank slate, no thoughts but the unadulterated pleasure controlling your brain. Their thrusts turned erratic, with the younger twin pounding even faster than his brother.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Ryutaro grunted, leaning over to press kisses on your back as he neared his release. Surely enough, with three more thrusts, he bit hard onto your shoulder and groaned as he thrusted hard one last time into you, feeling a stream of warm cum flow into your womb. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that you came again in response, body twitching as another spurt of clear fluids sprayed onto the sheets when he slid his spent cock out of your hole, tired.

All that was left was for Jotaro to find his release as well, though he could feel it building in him. He too was near his climax. With his twin finished and off to the side to watch you both fuck, he had you all to himself.

Cursing more to himself with every passing second, he used all his strength to jackhammer into you, his hips bucking upwards with harsh strokes. On him, you lay unresponsive, your weak moans and whimpers being the only thing ensuring him that you were still conscious, though given your condition, it wouldn’t last long.

His pace grew messy and hurried with his cock thoroughly soaked and painted white with his twin’s cum. “I’m close too, love.” He managed to grit out, the edge to his release nearing causing him to grab fistfuls of your hair to tug, pulling your head back to face him.

And seeing you so blown out and flushed prompted him closer to his peak. He brought your lips to his and as if by reflex, you reciprocated with desperation.

With one solid thrust, and another, and another, Jotaro drew back and let out a loud groan as he felt his own orgasm wash over him, sending another wave of cum into your heat. Much like earlier, he held you as you convulsed one more time, bark arching and hips quivering as you squirted another round of clear fluid around his cock and soaking the bed underneath.

And in a moment of stillness, everyone in the room gave themselves time to breathe and relax, coming down from their respective highs, you most especially as Jotaro frequently checked on you, muttering praises and reassurances to bring you down from cloud nine.

Eventually, the older twin managed to bring you back to clarity and eased you onto the space beside him, pulling out with a pop, allowing a slow flow of white thick cum to drip out of your hole. With a tone indicative of authority, he requested Ryutaro to help him bring in a couple of wet towels and some new linens. In the next few minutes, the twins cleaned up the mess in the master bedroom- from your body with careful yet strokes, to replacing the sheets while the fighter had you in his arms, to dumping their dirty clothes into the laundry bin.

Your husbands, once done, closed the lights and settled themselves under the sheets with you in the middle, their arms immediately placed around your waist.

“Oh god, remind me to fill the bathtub with so much fragrance tomorrow morning…” You said, snuggling close to Ryutaro much to Jotaro’s disappointment. “If I’m going to report to work, I’m gonna do so basking in an afterglow smelling of roses- and no bath sex for you. I’m spent enough as is tonight.” The younger twin grumbled in response.

“Hold on. It just occurred to me,” Jotaro said. “We didn’t use protection.”

Silence.

And then you giggled, holding both their hands that rested atop your tummy. “It’s alright. We’ve been planning this for some time now anyways. We’re stable now so I’m ready either way.” Both of them sighed with relief.

“Hoping it’s mine.”

“Oi. You wouldn’t even know who it belongs to. We’re identical twins.”

“… Thought counts.”

“Good grief.”

This time, you gave into your exhaustion and closed your eyes, sighing with all the affection and adoration you had for the two.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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Facade - Chapter 5 (Treatment)

Please do not read this fic if this is not your cup of tea. You have been warned, by clicking on Keep Reading means you have understood the warning. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

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Tommy Shelby fucked you everywhere, indoors, outdoor, in the lake, by the lake. His mind and body were ruled by his cock. You had scrapes on your back from tree bark where he decided to fuck you in the open like some caveman. He fucked you mercilessly, in the shower, in the bathtub, on the kitchen aisle, in the other bedrooms. He fucked your face in the bedroom, on the deck, in the walk-in closet.

He even fucked you by the window to exhibit his claim. His cum staining your mouth, your pussy, your tits, your face, basically your body. He painted you with his cum head to toe, revelling in the masterpiece painted by his seed.

Your week in the cabin had left you tired and achy, you were walking funny by day two, but that didn’t stop Thomas Shelby from nailing you everywhere, pounding into that sweet heaven.

He tied you up to the bedpost to taste your entire body. Your breasts were sore, your nipples engorged and achy, your clit overwrought from Tommy’s insistent fingers, lips, and teeth. Your cunt was battered and bruised. You had taken his cock in every possible position that he engineered. He fucked you in so many positions that you didn’t know were possible. He fucked you on a sex swing installed in the master bedroom. Your cunt was overworked. By the end of the week, you were in a constant state of orgasm. You were cumming like a fountain. Your body had accepted Tommy’s cock as its saviour. His cock pounded into the depths of your cunt, which you didn’t know existed. When your cunt was too sensitive, Thomas Shelby happily fucked your tits.

After he dropped you off after the week, you peacefully slept for a day. You were catching on the much-needed sleep. Your body was wrecked.

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Grace finally found Tommy in the office. According to the whole Shelby family, he was away for ‘some conference’. She stormed his office. Seeing him sitting and working without the guilt of cheating on his wife, happily chatting with his brothers while signing some papers, vexed her.

Seeing her storm in, Arthur and John left immediately, not wanting to get into another spat between them.

“You love her”, Grace muttered.

“Why do you care?” Thomas questioned

“Because you married me”, Grace screeches with anger.

“You married me because of my money, and I married you for your social status and connection. It was a mutually beneficial agreement.”

“I married you because I love you, Tommy”, Grace pleaded.

“Grace, you married me because your ex-husband couldn’t give you the life I could. You love what I provide for you. You love yourself.” Thomas added coldly.

“So why am I even here?”

“I used to have an excuse for your presence in my life. Lately, I don’t have one.”

“I want a divorce.”

“You aren’t getting it until I get what I want. When my business is done, you can happily take a chunk of my money and go wherever you want because that’s what I am to you, money.”, Tommy Shelby acknowledged soullessly.

Grace left the office huffingly, her face red with anger and embarrassment. Her eyes glared with resentment towards you while you cowered on your desk. Tommy’s indifference hurt her more than his hatred ever did.

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Thomas Shelby called you into his office.

“Yes, Mr Shelby?”

“Are you taking pills?”

“No, sir”

He kept staring at you with his inquisitive blue eyes, urging you to answer his question.

“I have an implant.”

He just nodded conspiratorially.

“You should go get a full medical check-up. Isaiah will take you to my doctor.”

“But why, sir? I am healthy. I am certainly clean. I have no STDs if you’re worried about that,” you add somewhat defiantly.

“Do what you are told.” Mr Shelby orders abruptly.

You nod.

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Isaiah takes you to Mr Shelby’s doctor’s clinic, she was a friendly lady. She asked if you had any prevailing medical issues, before going through with the check-up. You were scheduled for a complete body check-up, which you thought was a bit much.

You were called to the clinic quite late at night. Mr Shelby was waiting for you with a different doctor.

“Miss Y/L/N, we have found some issues in the bloodwork.” This other doctor broke it to you.

You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was hammering in your ears. You were fucking scared.

“What can be done?” you heard Mr Shelby ask the doctor seeing your hands quaking.

“I would suggest removing the implant since these symptoms are pre-jaundice. If we treat it, we can avoid any significant liver issues and possibly nip the problem in the bud.” The doctor suggests.

“So, all I have to do is get rid of the implant?” you asked.

“I will also be prescribing you some vitamins and some pills.” The doctor supplied carefully.

“Could you prescribe me some birth control pills?” you requested. Mr Shelby and the doctor shared a look.

Doctor offered.

“Yes, I can prescribe some birth control pills as well. That won’t be a problem.”

“When should I come for implant removal?” you asked.

“I can do it right now.”

“Right now?”

“The sooner we get you sorted, the better”, Mr Shelby chimed in.

“Okay…” you said, a bit uncertain.

“I will get some local anaesthetic. You won’t feel anything.” The doctor smiled and left.

“You don’t have to worry about anything”, Thomas Shelby promised. His hand laced in yours. You looked at him gratefully, your eyes brimming with tears.

“I have already hired a chef, they will take care of nutrition, and I can help keep track of your vitamins and pills”, he added.

“Thank you very much, Mr Shelby”, you whispered admiringly.

“Tommy…Call me Tommy,” he demanded.

You smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Tommy” you kissed his cheek. Thankful for his presence and support. Tommy smiled appreciatively. He almost felt bad for tricking you…Almost being the keyword.

The doctor removed your implant. Your prescription was handed to Tommy. Tommy dropped you off at the apartment. He went to a 24-hr pharmacy to get your pills and favourite food.

You both shared a meal, it wasn’t the first time, but this was the first time you’d let him see yourself vulnerable.

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Tommy liked you. You were open, honest, and trusting, everything he was not. You would be a perfect mother to his child. He wasn’t going to wait till his divorce from Grace to have a child, and he could create his paradise before that. He planned to marry you. But marriage can come after children.

The doctor was on his payroll, and so were the lab techs who doctored the results. He could not let his plan fail, and he had covered all the bases. If you ever went for a second opinion, you would receive the same diagnosis. His doctor handed him two prescriptions, one for the file for your faux illness and another for the prenatal vitamins and other crap for your body.

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What "Pretty Boy" might mean for forthcoming High Flying Birds album

Upon living with the track for the days it has been out, it occurred to me that the direction Noel is heading towards might not be as drastic as anyone is making it out to be. On the contrary, close listeners might examine the track for any inklings or traces of the ‘Who Built the Moon?’ or the Extended Play releases. And you’d be completely justified for deeming that the track is nothing but an extension of the theme at play here. Of course, you’d also be selling your theory short of just being half wrong and half-cocked, and be accused of too much bias. Nonetheless, we’re all wrong.

And here’s why.

To mutter, the self-titled debut and, playing all your cards all at once taught us that not everything that you think will work, will in fact work. Out of the two projects that came out of the debut album back in 2010, one of them made it to punchline in July of 2011. Hot off the presses, Noel Gallagher was officially in it for the long haul as a solo artist – FINALLY!

What the debut also taught us was that meeting your heroes has its consequences. Much less, coming to grips that your tenure as the father of Anena rock isn’t all its shaped up to be. Matter of fact, Gallagher didn’t just stop here.

When the debut hit shelves, and he went out on tour and began with the press, he displayed a fierce valliance that no other solo artist presented at the time. Brooding, and self-reliant on nothing but experience as the other brother to a double barrel shotgun of a force, Oasis. Noel’s point of the debut was so that we would have what we wanted. And we got it. Unfortunately, the first few legs of tours for the debut album also showed us that none of it was enough. Some concert goer’s will admit, he hasn’t exactly been “everywhere” yet. Something bigger was coming.

And that leads us into 2014, when rumblings were a’churpin’, abound with months and months of silence. When finally, the holiday of 2014 saw a year-end single reveal. It is now the wet-nose, windy beginning of 2015. And the ballad of a “Mighty I” was thrust upon the cold and ever growing fan-base. 'Chasing Yesterday' proved that even taking the reigns of, well– everything... isn’t exactly what we all wanted. And I’m not really speaking for everyone. It was clear that the eponymous offering wasn’t enough either.

2017. Gallagher unleashes a slew of mini-previews in the form of a music trailer for 'Who Built the Moon?'. Signaling a big “fuck you” to whoever was listening at this point. At the charge of this drastic change came a new line-up, and more promises to rehearse everything. Marr lent a solid in this third offering! A big welcome for us more die-hard listeners. Now, this is where I’d ideally stop. Like I said in the mini-review of “Pretty Boy”, this is just the beginning.

To say that anything is the beginning is, also the end of an era. To signal the end of an era would warrant celebration, or the cause of it. That “beginning” began a long time ago. And if you’ve been really paying any attention, you would have noticed that it started the minute Noel let bygones be bygones, buried the hatchet with Albarn, and really started leading the charge with a more positive output. “She Taught Me How to Fly” was one of the tracks in '...Moon?' that definitely merits a fresh start. “Be Careful What You Wish For” is also a nice call-back to Noel’s heroes (John Lennon).

In truth, that beginning that I’ve been speaking of has been here for a long while. Now, I don’t care what anyone thinks. Quite frankly, whether you’re just catching up now on his last few releases, and are just crawling through his discography, whatever it might be that got you here, welcome! If you’re also here as an old Oasis fan and also don’t give a damn about what everyone else is saying, hiya! Be good to each other. Peace, love and bananas. Whatchu-might–call it, we’re here so that we can be the first ones to say that Noel’s genius is what kept us drudging along with him in the first place. He’s close. And Noel is getting close to showing us the bigger picture. It’s hopeful. And it’s never too late to be what you might’ve been. Or at least, that’s what he tried telling us back in 2011, in the debut. I think that title was always self-explanatory.

I think it’s more than worth it to sit back and enjoy whatever the Chief is putting out now rather than waiting for something “good”, whatever that “good” might be.

The point is, what this might mean for the fourth album might actually be pretty good. A lot of what everyone is claiming is “piss” or “woke” are just being negative about his output so far. Not many solo artists can put out a ‘Best-Of’ in their first decade as an ensemble. Not many bands can actually do that yet. Much less, a solo artist. And I think that’s amazing. It’s not arrogant. It’s not self-righteous or pompous. It’s literally what being in the music business can get you. Or award you. Either way, we’re incredibly lucky to be in the throes of a solo artist such as Noel, or Liam for that matter.

They’re getting somewhere.

Same as the Arctic Monkeys. They’re all maturing in their own way, and I think it’s selfish of anybody to strive for more and to want more. And that’s not a criticism against anybody. I’m just articulating that you can’t always get what you want. Any band, solo artist or group currently venturing out in the depths of the music industry currently, are the last of the greats.

But back to the main topic; what does this all mean for Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds fourth album?

That’s up for you to decide.

And whatever it may be, might not be for you. Or it could actually be right up your alley. More so, it’s music for a generation yearning for more Oasis lyrics, in a storm of a urine-contained gestation where everyone keeps asking, ‘When are they getting back together?!’ They’re not. And he’s been trying to tell you that for the past 11 years. Look forward. And keep looking forward.

I’ll see you guys back here when there’s more about the fourth album. For now, continue streaming “Pretty Boy” – out now!

#noel gallagher #noel gallagher's high flying birds #NGHFB #chasing yesterday #who built the moon?#this is the place #blue moon rising #black star dancing #back the way we came #where the city meets the sky #noel g #noely g #noelyg #oasis #liam gallagher #pretty boy

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Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal. You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”

#smut fic #x reader #light yagami x reader #light yagami x y/n #light yagami x you #light yagami smut #light yagami imagine #light yagami headcanons

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thearvariblues · 3 years

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Sing Me a Song

“You Geralt of Rivia’s bard?”

Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”

Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.

And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.

As Geralt would say… fuck.

“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.

“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.

“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”

“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.

“A little, yeah.”

“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”

“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”

“Are you in, then?”

“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”

“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”

Geralt places two tankards of ale on the table and sits down with a grunt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, Wolf,” his brother Lambert smirks and promptly pulls one of the tankards closer. “Because that almost sounded like Vesemir when he’s trying to get up from his chair.”

“You’re so fucking funny,” Geralt murmurs.

“I know, right?” Lambert grins, tucking a strand of curly red hair behind his ear. “So, how’s life on the Path without your beloved bard?”

“Not my bard.”

“So pretty fucking terrible, eh?” Lambert chuckles.

“Fuck off, Lambert.”

“You’re being very nice and friendly today, you know?”

“I bought you a drink. So shut up and… drink.”

Lambert shrugs and for once does what he’s told. Within a few seconds, half of the tankard’s content vanishes.

“If it’s any consolation, life without my Cat is also pretty fucking unbearable,” he says then.

“Hm.”

“Oh, really, Geralt? You’re using your famous hm against me? Me, your brother?!”

Geralt groans.

“By the gods… Why can’t I just run into Eskel for once? Why does it always have to be you?”

“You’re just lucky, I guess.”

“Lucky. Yeah.”

Lambert rolls his eyes and focuses on his ale again – until the local bard grabs his lute and starts playing a slow, romantic ballad. Lambert growls.

“Fuck, I hate that song!”

“Why?” Geralt blinks, because he’s never heard the song before, and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t really sound that bad.

“A brown-skinned woman with dark hair who’s seemingly killed, then comes back to life already plotting her revenge, only to find out that her lover’s already avenged her? Always reminds me of Aiden.”

“Aiden wasn’t exactly… A woman, was he?”

“He also hasn’t come back to life, as far as I know,” Lambert mutters.

“Who wrote it?” Geralt frowns, listening carefully. “It sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Some Master Dandelion. Never heard of him, but it seems he’s very popular now.”

“Hmmm…”

“Oh, not again!” Lambert groans.

“It just… It really does sound like Jaskier’s song.”

“You just fucking miss the bard, Geralt, that’s all.”

“No. No, I actually think…”

“That might be exactly the problem,” Lambert says and places his empty tankard back on the table. “The second round’s on me.”

“Seems like your plan’s not working as intended,” Jaskier comments. He’s spent weeks traveling with Aiden, and they still haven’t even heard about another Witcher trying to find them.

“I’m aware,” Aiden mutters, chewing his dinner without even noticing its taste – which is, honestly, probably for the best. “Could you be, like… less subtle?”

Jaskier shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“Fine,” Aiden nods. “Do it.”

“It’s a man now,” Geralt frowns, listening to the song he’s heard countless times already. “That’s new.”

“Looks like Master Dandelion might like to, uhm, dual wield,” Lambert snorts.

“It still sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Does Jaskier like to dual wield?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says dreamily.

“All the more reason to apologize, then, eh?”

“Oh, shut up, Lambert…”

“Still not working!” Aiden groans. He’s been waiting for three months for his Wolf to find him, and to no avail.

“I could, you know… Try something more obvious,” Jaskier offers.

“Please.”

“It’s a cat now,” Geralt blinks. “Dark-skinned, dark-haired… cat.”

Lambert sighs.

“Yeah, I hate those fucking metaphors.”

“I’m starting to think I should have just… kept trying to find him,” Aiden sighs, staring out of the tavern’s window.

Jaskier, cheeks still flushed from his performance, downs his ale and shakes his head.

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” he says. “I’ve already made a few changes to the song.”

“Oh, have you?” Aiden smirks. “Does it now say Lambert, I’m alive you moron, stop hiding and fucking find me?”

“Well, not yet… But almost.”

“Great. I can’t wait to hear it.”

Lambert is staring at yet another local bard singing the fucking ballad. He doesn’t even blink. Geralt is getting a little worried that his brother’s brain might have actually exploded.

“It says a Cat Witcher now,” he says, hoping it would get a reaction out of Lambert.

The redhead finally blinks. That’s probably good.

“A Cat Witcher who comes back to life only to find out his Wolf lover has already avenged him,” Geralt adds.

Lambert blinks again.

“And you know, I’m almost sure that this Master Dandelion is just Jaskier’s new alias.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Lambert mutters when the song finally comes to its end.

“Which one of them?” Geralt smirks.

“Both of them!” Lambert growls. “I swear to gods, if I find out your stupid bard stole my Cat…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Geralt says to the innkeeper who’s just brought them their dinner. “Where did your bard learn this song?”

“That sappy ballad?” the innkeeper frowns. “From this Master Dandelion himself. He passed through the town last week with a Witcher.”

“And Master Dandelion…”

“You know the bard that calls himself Jaskier? It’s him with a fancy hat on,” she smirks.

“About this Witcher,” Lambert growls. “Does he look like in the song?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Kind of small for a Witcher, and almost too pretty, you know, but we had a little griffin problem and he slayed that beast like it was nothing, so…”

“I’m so gonna kill them both,” Lambert murmurs while Geralt has to try very hard not to chuckle.

“Would you happen to know where were they heading?” he asks.

“I would,” the woman says and looks at the Witcher expectantly.

“I see,” Geralt sighs. “You have another monster problem, don’t you?”

“Well. It turns out the griffin probably had a mate…”

“Of course it fucking did,” Geralt nods and picks up his fork. He simply refuses to deal with this with an empty stomach…

Jaskier critically eyes the clothes he’s picked for tonight’s performance.

“What do you think, Aiden?” he asks his companion. “Isn’t the purple a bit too much? It’s a small town, after all. Wouldn’t the steel blue look better?”

“I don’t know, I like the red one best,” Aiden shrugs from his spot on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Reminds you of Lambert’s hair,” Jaskier says, rolling his eyes. “Melitele’s tits, I wish he’d find us already, because this is getting really–”

As if on cue, the door of the room slams open and a big, red-haired man walks in.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells when he sees Aiden.

The dark-haired Witcher beams and gets to his feet.

“Lambs!”

“Oh. Okay. That was fast,” Jaskier nods.

Lambert growls and grabs Aiden by the collar.

“Asshole!” he hisses. “I fucking mourned you!”

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet,” Aiden smiles.

Lambert pushes him against the wall, so hard that Aiden grunts.

“I cried for you!”

“In my defense, it wasn’t exactly my fault,” Aiden smiles.

Jaskier inches towards the door.

“I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Needless to say, Lambert ignores him completely.

“I fucking avenged you!”

“Yes, that was very kind of you,” Aiden grins, utterly unaffected by Lambert’s angry face so close to his own. “You saved me a lot of trouble.”

Lambert groans, buries his face in Aiden’s shoulder and sighs deeply.

“You fucker,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I missed you too, puppy,” Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around Lambert.

Jaskier, who’s already standing in the doorway, places his hand on his heart and takes a deep breath.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I shall write the most beautiful ballad about this… Ow!”

He’s unceremoniously dragged out of the room and this time it’s his turned to be slammed against the wall by a big, angry Witcher – but this one is white-haired and dressed all in black.

“Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims, his face brightening up.

“You won’t write a fucking thing,” Geralt growls.

“Is that so? May I ask why, dear heart?”

“Because you’re mine. My bard. And if I ever find out you’re writing about another Witcher again–”

“Then what?” Jaskier asks, cocking his head. “But before you answer, I’d like to remind you that I am not yours anymore, as you have made it quite clear on the mountain that you are not interested in having me as a companion–”

Jaskier is effectively shut up by Geralt’s lips pressing against his with determination that makes it absolutely clear that Geralt hasn’t merely lost his balance and happened to be falling in Jaskier’s general direction.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair. “When you put it like that… Fuck the mountain, I suppose.”

“Fuck the mountain,” Geralt agrees. “But I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“Apology very much accepted,” Jaskier laughs. “I’d ask you to fuck me, but I’m afraid my room is currently… occupied.”

Lambert’s loud moan only confirms Jaskier’s statement.

“Hm,” Geralt hums. “Do you think this tavern has a bath? I think I still have some griffin blood in my hair from last week.”

“Oh,” Jaskier purrs. “Oh, yes. And I’m sure I could get some chamomile oil…”

They hear another moan, this time Aiden’s.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Geralt grins and grabs Jaskier’s hand. “Come on, bard. We have some catching up to do…”

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #lambden #lambert x aiden #idiots in love #(but mostly they're just idiots)#aiden lived bitches #major character resurrection #they're stupid your honor #my fics #attempt at humor

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the-devils-girl94 · 3 years

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Distracting Thoughts

Prompt: Stranded On A Boat

Characters: Beelzebub x Fem!MC

Content Warnings: Masturbation, MC has thalassophobia(a fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water), MC fantasizing about Beel, lots of smutty good times with Beel

(I like how there is a word for how I feel about large bodies of water. Did not expect it to be this long ass word though.)

Another fic for @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge! Enjoy!

“How on Earth did I end up in this mess?”

A heavy sigh left your lips and you buried your face into your hands.

Right now, you were stuck in the middle of the sea on a boat that Lord Diavolo had outright purchased. Not everything was going so bad, but you wouldn’t be feeling so slighted if everything was going good either.

Oh no, no. It was simply terrible.

For one thing, while you weren’t in immediate danger, being stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean was downright terrifying! All you could think of was scary scenarios of you drowning in this never-ending sea. Like the boat could sink and you could drown, you could fall over the edge and drown, or you could fall over the edge and a nearby shark could see you as a tasty snack and that could be your end. Your mind just kept coming up with the most exaggerated and impossible one-in-a-million chance scenarios that really did no good for you.

You hated being anywhere near large bodies of water, but there was one thing that kept some of the thoughts at bay. And that was you weren’t entirely alone.

You sat on the back deck of the boat Diavolo had purchased, far away from either edge that you didn’t want to be near, and before you was the ever-so lively Demon Brothers of the House of Lamentation. In short, your lively roommates who just make everything so much better...sometimes. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos was there as well but they mostly kept to themselves with Diavolo mostly sunbathing.

Your mind felt more at ease with the guys around since you knew if any of the scenarios did happen, they would not hesitate to immediately step in to save you. Though you still hope it would never have to come to that in the first place. You felt most safe around Beelzebub, the sixth born.

Your eyes caught him in the pool that was several feet away from you. He was joined by his twin and locked in a fierce game with the second and third born. Well, you say fierce but its clear that Beelzebub is the victor. Mammon and Leviathan were no match against Beel’s pure strength. And had Belphegor been with anyone else besides his twin, he definitely would not have stood a chance against a team up of his older brothers.

You weren’t too interested in their game play, however. Your eyes were trained on Beel. Even before this boat fiasco, your eyes have never strayed far away from the gluttonous demon. For a long time, you didn’t know if it was a crush or if you’re just naturally drawn to his sweet nature.

“Or maybe that chiseled body of his.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as the thought crept in, replacing your previous anxiety-ridden thoughts. Your mind soon became riddled with images of Beelzebub’s torso. Mostly of his glorious pecs and washboard abs because this demon was built like a freaking Greek God. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made him, but him being a demon made his appeal so much greater! It was, in every sense of the word, sinful.

You were brought back to reality when you heard a large splash and some yelling. You looked up in time to see Levi and Mammon getting flung out of the pool by Beel, all while Belphie napped out on a floating donut. The whole thing brought you to tears as you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Mammon had caught you laughing and scolded you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny!,” he yelled, but you continued to chuckle. You felt a little bad, but it was so unexpected as Beel had grabbed them by their feet and literally threw them out.

“(Y/N) witnessed our defeat...how uber lame,” muttered Leviathan as he rubbed his now aching back.

Wiping away your tears, you let out an amused sigh and went off on your own to explore the boat. You were unaware of Beel calling after you as you walked away.

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You thought it would be a good idea to explore the boat since Lord Diavolo had bought it and anything he buys is always luxurious. And it was but...

As you wandered the halls, you suddenly understood what sailors meant by sea legs. Although the boat was mostly steady, there would be an occasional gentle rocking of the boat. And had it been anyone else, it would have been fine but no! It completely unsettled you and your thoughts once again became filled with disturbing scenarios of that all ended in you meeting your end in some extreme way or another.

“Oh why did I think it was okay to go off on my own?,” you thought.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you thought it best to just retire to your room and calm your incessant thoughts. You flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You hope this day would end so you could finally get off this nightmare. You tried to refocus your mind on something else, because even with you running through every possibility of drowning in every way possible, you were aware that you were in safe hands. None of the brothers would ever let you meet such an end in this never-ending sea full of wonders and mysteries.

You thought back to earlier and found yourself thinking of Beel once more.

The images from earlier made you kick your legs as your face became hot and flushed. You groaned into your pillow with frustration.

“Fuuuuckkkk!,” you screamed internally, feeling slightly ashamed for thinking about Beelzebub in such a manner. But thinking of him did make the other thoughts fade away to the background. Plus you may have a crush on him, so..was it totally wrong to fantasize about him showing up to your room, body dripping with water and looking at you with lust filled eyes?

....Okay, hold up, that actually is kinda hot.

It was the most prevalent image in your head. It made you wonder if you would have the chance to actually have Beel in your room and let him take you. Or maybe have the courage to be that daring?

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs and rolled on your back, blushing. You dwelled on the thought a little more to the point that it became a fantasy. And you imagined Beelzebub crawling towards you on your bed until his face was a couple inches away from yours. His rough hands were on your thighs, lifting them up so your clothed sex could feel the hardness of his bulge clothed from the thin material of his swim shorts.

The heat within your core began to grow and before you knew it, you were already trying to calm the growing heat with your hand. You were craving for the imaginary touch that only existed in your mind. Rubbing against your clit, the fantasy progressed into Beel removing your clothes and pushing his shorts down to free his hardened member. You imagined him stroking his cock against your sensitive slit that was getting wetter and wetter in reality.

Your breathing became heavy and you brought up a free hand to go under your shirt and bra to twist at your nipples. The fantasy continued as you imagined Beel dipping his fingers inside of you, stretching out your pussy to prepare you for him.

Moans started to escape from your lips as your hands worked on your body to bring you the stimulation and release you desperately searched for. You weren’t aware of it but you were also moaning Beel’s name. Apparently you were being a bit loud, because you failed to hear the knocking at your door and the sound of it opening until...

“(Y/N).”

You snapped out of your fantasy-filled haze when you heard your name. Suffice to say, you were extremely embarrassed to find a blushing Beelzebub in your room, half-eaten snacks in his hands. You quickly covered yourself up with a shout, but it was much too late. You were sure that he had saw everything. He probably even heard you too.

“Waah! I’m so fucking embarrassed! Oh my God,” you cringed, trying so hard to fold in on yourself so you could disappear.

“Ah, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he apologized profusely. He saw your covers move a bit but no sign of you poking your head out. You whined as you stammered out, “It’s fine! I should have locked my door. I didn’t mean for you to see me...like that...so.”

Ahhh, if anything was more worse than drowning in an ocean where your body likely won’t be found, it was definitely having your crush walk in on you masturbating to him. Ok, maybe not that much worse but still! Tears began to well up in your eyes and you fully expected for Beelzebub to walk out as this situation must have been a bit awkward. But instead you felt your bed dip in a bit as another weight was added. A hand was placed on your back and started rubbing in circles. Your lip trembled as your tears fell, because WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SWEET!?

Yeah, you were definitely crushing on him. This is why he was the only one on the crush list.

Beelzebub could feel you trembling and his face was still red from walking in on you. Though if he had to admit it, seeing you like that really turned him on. And to hear you moan his name so wantonly was like music to his ears. But he still felt bad because it was your private time that he interrupted. All because he wanted to hang out with you since he wanted to do so earlier, but you didn’t hear him calling after you.

But now there was a massive elephant in the room and neither of you knew how to bring it up without it becoming more awkward. Or your in case more embarrassed.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Beel?”

“I’m still sorry for earlier. I wanted to hangout, but do...do you want me help you a bit?”

You shot up like a rocket and turned wide-eyed to face a startled Beelzebub, who was feeling a bit pervy for asking you that question. But to you, he didn’t need to feel like that because this was the moment you were thinking of earlier! You started to laugh at the irony, causing Beel to become confused which you noticed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, Beel!,” you chuckled out. “It was just that earlier I was thinking of what would I do if I had you in my room all to myself.”

At that, the gentle giant smiled at you, understanding why you were laughing. He crawled towards you, his face a few inches from yours. You were smiling but your face grew warm.

“So is it a ‘yes’?,” he asked, though his lips were drawing in close to yours.

“Y-yes-mmph,” his lips had closed in on yours and you felt his hands come up to your shoulders. Sliding off the covers from your body, Beel gently laid you back on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he coaxed your mouth open with a bit of prodding from his tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the snacks he had earlier as your tongues became entangled. You gasped when he pulled away.

Beelzebub set his focus on leaving kisses on your neck, starting a trail. He got to your breasts and cupped them in his hands, firmly squeezing them. A squeal escaped from your lips when you felt his wet tongue teasing your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling before letting it go with a pop.

"Ahhaaa, Beel! Please," you pleaded as he devoured your chest. You couldn't take it with him pulling, twisting, and sucking on your sensitive nubs. Your hands had moved to his forearms and you held a firm grip on them as Beel sucked away.

With a final tug, he left your poor nipples alone, going back to his task of leaving butterfly kisses on your body. Your body trembled with ecstasy but soon jolted from a shock when you felt a wet appendage lapping at your swollen clit.

Once Beel had finished leaving you kisses, he came across your pussy, still wet and glistening from when you were masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as his mind drifted back to that scene of you pleasuring yourself, seeing your delectable juices dripping your core.

He just knew that he had to taste you. To devour such a pretty, pink platter that was meant for him to sample. As soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, he felt you jump but he continued to lap at it, enjoying the taste and fragrance you gave off. You squirmed and your pants started to fill the room. Your toes curled and your feet had a hard time not slipping off your sheets as you encouraged Beel to keep going.

His tongue parted your puffy, pussy lips and he noticed your legs trembling. So he hooked his hands underneath your knees, spreading them further to her better access. He let your legs rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his mouth on you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted over and over as your back arched, wanting to rub your sex over his tongue. You could feel yourself coming undone and on the verge of cumming. Beel's member twitched against the thin fabric of his swim shorts as he could tell your release was imminent, but...

Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy. He really wanted you to release all your tasty juices over his cock. He wiped away the mix of his saliva and your own cream from his chin.

You groaned but it turned into a squeak when Beel crawled back on top of you. Your legs were still over his shoulders and so you felt your body being folded in half but it wasn't too uncomfortable. But it aroused you more as you could feel his bulge heavy against your sex. You wanted it inside, for it to stretch your walls as you take every inch Beel gave you. For you to cream all over it so you could lick it off him and he could do it all over again.

Beelzebub's lips pressed against yours and you wasted no time parting your lips so his tongue could share the taste of your pussy. You could feel Beel's hands fumbling to pull down his shorts to let his cock finally breath. His lips never left yours, even as he guided his cock to your hole. You had braced yourself but was pleasantly surprised when he sanked into you with ease, but it still raised a moan out of you as your wall stretched to accommodate him.

Beel broke the kiss to let out a hissing sound as your pussy took him in so smoothly. He could feel you clenching around him, wanting to greedily take in more. But he was fully seated inside you, his balls pressed firmly against the plumpness of your ass.

"Shit...(Y/N), you feel so fucking amazing," he said as he recaptured your lips with his and rocked his hips to get a little friction going. He pulled back until only half of his dick was inside and slammed back into you. He repeated the action a few more times, drawing out moans that ended up getting swallowed up by him.

You pulled away from the kiss to cry out freely as he set a hard, quick pace as his hips connected with yours repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skin colliding overcome the sounds of your moans and cries. Beel couldn't help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around him with every thrust. Your body trembled against his as the heat became overwhelming. Your hands scrambled to grip at something, changing from scratching at Beelzebub's back or balling up your sheets into your fist, as you feared that the pleasure was going to take you away.

The seams were tearing and Beel could feel you were close as your pussy convulsed around him. So he sat up, holding your legs up, and pounded away at you. Your moans turned to screams and chants of Beel's name as his cock wrecked you.

"Beeeeel! I'm cumming, cumming!," you screamed, but it didn't deter him even as your released overflowed on his cock. The consistent clenching of your pussy finally drove him over the edge and his seed coated the inside of your walls, a deep growl erupted from him as he pressed his cock deep inside you.

With the both of you spent for the moment, Beel slipped out of you and collapsed beside you. However, he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer. You sighed contently, feeling very much satiated as well as Beelzebub.

You felt lips pressing against your forehead and giggled before giving Beel a chaste kiss on the lip.

"That was amazing," you smiled. You saw his cheeks redden and the hug tightens.

"I-I would like to do that again...maybe sometime," spoke the blushing giant as he looked into your eyes.

The tips of your ears turning red as you agreed.

You figured this boat nightmare wasn't too bad as you snuggled up to Beel's chest, wondering if you had the courage to say you like him.

You saved the thought for another day to ponder later.

#obey me!#lexi writes #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x mc #fem mc #smut #summer of smut #summer of smut challenge #obey me beel #obey me smut

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wicked-rwby-wreckers · 3 years

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So Yang, when you and your little brother are alone in the dorm, how long does it take for you to grab a nice handful of that fat boi booty~? A simple question, sure, but I'm more curious how many times your girlfriend has walked in on you on top of Ruby under the blankets while you're both sweating and panting~

I mean, we all know brothers like to roughhouse and wrestle right~?

“Alright you guys, Weiss and I should only be a couple hours for our weekly drink, so you two have fun.” Blake smiled and gave a small wave to the siblings before shutting the door to the room. The two brothers waved her off.

SMACK “Yaaang,” Ruby squealed at the impact of his brother's hand on his ass. Yang’s hard hand sinking into the fat meat of Ruby’s ass. “Can’t you wait at least 5 seconds for Blake to leave!” “Mmm, no can do little bro,” Yang grabbed Ruby by both of his cheeks and pulled him into his chest. His hands, squeezing and pulling at his squishy booty, forcing moans out the boi. “You know I can’t resist this massive, fucking ass when I’m alone with it. Besides, I know you love it.”

Yang suddenly forced his tongue down Ruby’s throat, the boi eagerly sucking down his big brother’s tongue. Ruby moaned and whimpered at their sloppy make out, saliva dripping down their mouths. Yang lifted the boi up by both his cheeks and carried him over to Blake’s bed. Yang tossed him, and Ruby hit the bed face first with a soft thud. He gasped as Yang followed beside him pressing Ruby’s head into the mattress in, his other hand grasped and massaged one of Ruby’s thicc cheeks.

“You wouldn’t be wearing these tight yoga pants if you weren’t looking to be fucked tonight,” Yang growled with a harsh spank to his brother’s ass. He pulled Ruby back up by the hair, the boi panting, his face red from embarrassment at what Yang said. Ruby braced himself with his arms looking needy back at Yang. He began shaking his ass, bouncing his fat boi booty for his big brother in the hopes of getting a good hard fuck. Yang wasn’t wrong. Ruby needed his brother’s fat dick in his ass.

Yang positioned himself behind the cute redhead, both hands pressing into the fabric of the boi’s clothes,, before tearing into it with ease. The cloth rippled wide exposing all of Ruby’s pale flesh. Yang pressed his middle finger into Ruby’s ring asshole eliciting a moan from the boi. He sank his finger as deep as he could get, his brother’s ass bouncing and surrounding his entire hand. It’s grip is so tight on him that he has to yank his hand free. Ruby was a little sad. Yang fished out his hard erection and slapped it between Ruby’s creamy smooth globes. Ruby got excited at the impact of Yang’s dick hitting his ass. He fell forward with his face back on the mattress as he reached back with both hands to wedge the fat fuckstick further between his cheeks. His ass wrapped around his big brother's cock smothering it. His little boi penis dripping onto the bed as he twerked his fat globes of flesh for Yang.

“Mmm, see a little slut like you just can’t resist this cock huh,” Yang smirked. He settled one hand on Ruby’s head holding him down, as he pressed his dick into the winking bud in front of him. Ruby’s hands tensed in the fabric at feeling Yang’s thick head push inside him. He began to squeal, muffled by the bed, as Yang slowly, painfully slipped inside him. No matter how many times or how long Yang hollowed out Ruby’s tight boipussy, it always managed to keep its tightness. Yang hissed as dick was enveloped by the hot little hole and fought to get each inch inside. He held on tightly until he worked every single inch of his fat meat inside of him. His body let out a groan when he finally did. Yang ground his hips into Ruby, savoring the feeling of his dick wrapped wrapped up in the warm flesh. “See this is what I need! A nice piece of ass I can have served at my beck and call to sink this dick into,” Yang snarled before starting to thrust into the boi. Ruby squeaked as Yang kept him pinned down with both his hand and brutal thrusts. Yang’s other hand holding on to his wide hips trying to hold on as he gave it to his sissy brother. It proved to not be enough for him as he released his grip on Ruby’s head, and grabbed both sides with his hands. Yang pulled himself into Ruby harder with a loud smack of their hips together. Blake’s bed creaking from the hard impact of their bodies together. Yang’s leg came up, pressing Ruby’s head further into Blake’s mattress. Ruby drooled into the bed at the new found pressure and angle as Yang’s beastial fucking laid waste to him. His balls slapping against Ruby’s pathetic sack, forcing more of his feminine spurt out of him. “Damn, you’re such a whore Ruby. I haven’t even fucked Blake in this bed yet, and you're here taking every inch,” Yang ground his foot a little in Ruby’s head as he spoke. Ruby both loved and hated every time Yang brought up Blake. On one hand he just wanted Yang to fuck him, on the other, god did it turn him on to be put degraded by his brother. He blamed the years of anal training before coming to Beacon. Yang’s cock dug deep, causing Ruby to see stars from the pain and the pleasure of being reamed out. He could do very little from his position. Yang had almost complete control over his entire body. It took everything Ruby had to throw his ass back into his handsome big bro. Suddenly Yang’s foot let up on his head and he was free to sit up. Yang slipped his cock free of Ruby’s ass, and grabbed Ruby by the head, tossing him face first towards the foot of the bed. Yang repositioned himself over Ruby who lay flat on the bed. Yang wrapped an arm around Ruby’s smooth skinny neck, choking the boi and locking him in a headlock before slamming back into his brother. Ruby’s moaning quieted somewhat by the tight grip on his neck as Yang’s hips really slapped down into his thick globes of pure fuckmeat. Ruby’s hands clung onto the edge of the bed, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Yang bit Ruby’s ear while he clung tight to him. Yang fucking his brother like he was his property like his own personal stress toy. Ruby squealed every moment of Yang’s brutal fucking. The constant smacking of their incestuous, gay fucking getting louder and louder as Yang thrusts grew harsher and faster with every second. Ruby started to cum with every thrust into his poor abused boi pussy. His mind clouded by the constant orgasms until abruptly they were brought out of their fuck session. The door to their dorm unlocked and terror filled the siblings. Yang acted quickly tossing the blanket on the bed over their bodies with his free arm. Yang stared down the door as he kept his brother tight in the headlock, and watched as his girlfriend walked in the door. “Oh hey guys, I forgot my purse. Can’t pay for my drink if I don’t have it, and no I’m not going to make Weiss pay for it Yang,” Blake smiled at them as she grabbed her purse pausing at the sight of the two of them. Blake’s face grew more serious for a moment. “Yang, let up on him will you? Ruby is red in the face, just look at him,” Blake leaned down looking Ruby in the face. Ruby’s eyes were shut tight, and he was biting his lip struggling not to let a slutty moan escape his body. His brother’s arm tightened around his neck at the statement. “He’s fine, babe. He loves it when I do this. We’ve been doing this for years,” Yang reeled back, and delivered a sharp thrust into the boi, making his eyes go wide in front of Blake. “If you say so,” Blake stood back up straight and walked around the bed, “Well, I’ll leave you to your wrestling, don’t be too rough on him, okay Yang,” Blake said, kissing Yang on the cheek before leaving once again. Yang’s grip around Ruby’s neck released, and he grabbed his brother by his soft, smooth shoulders. With everything he had he gave one final thrust into Ruby, emptying his viscous load into his sissy little brother. Ruby screamed loud, unable to restrain himself anymore. Every muscle in his body and face relaxed, his eyes drooping, his breathing heavy, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled at the edge of the bed. He squirted numerous times in that one moment. So much so, he felt like he was gonna die riding on the pleasure of having Yang’s fat cock inside of him with Blake right in front of him. Yang tossed the blanket off their bodies flipping Ruby around on his back, the boi breathing heavily recovering from the string of orgasms. Yang crawled on top of the boi. His knees pinning Ruby’s arms down on both sides as he slapped his dick across his sissy brother’s face. Left over cum splattering across his pretty little face.

“Open Ruby, I know you want more.” Yang commanded. Ruby always got hot and bothered when his brother demanded he did something. He may have been team leader, but Yang being in control was down right sexy.

“Yes Daddy, feed your little sissy more cum please. Fuck my pretty face, dump another load wasted on me and not your girlfriend!” Ruby opened wide, ready to receive the facefucking a man stealing bitch like him deserved. Yang’s cock slid up and down Ruby’s tongue before sinking it into his warm mouth. Yang used the foot of the bed to hold onto as he slammed down into him. Ruby was trapped underneath the weight of his brother, unable and unwilling to push him off. His legs kicked as his brother forced him to choke down his huge dick.

The sloppy mess of his saliva and Yang’s cum falling on his face. His throat slime coating Yang’s dick and strands of it following his brother's fat fuckstick every time Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth. Every thrust building more of it on his face. It filled the boi’s nose and covered the boi’s eyes, hindering his ability to see. Not that there would be much to see beside Yang’s abs inches away from his face or watching his brother's massive cock fill his mouth.

Ruby could feel the mess of Yang’s curly blonde pubes getting caught in his mouth as his throat was struggling to swallow every inch of Yang’s cock. His heart pounding as hard at the beating his face was getting from Yang’s forceful fucking on his face. Ruby felt himself squirting up and on himself, as Yang slammed down into him. All of his senses were overloaded with only Yang in his mind. Yang forced every inch down Ruby’s throat before cumming hard. Ruby couldn't swallow it all from the position and started to cough it up. When Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth a waterfall of cum poured all over the boi’s face, painting it all white. Ruby groaned and rolled over coughing up the cum, gasping for breath. He felt Yang pick him up with one arm and toss him over to the other side of the room. “We have time. Might as well and fuck you on Weiss’ bed too right?” Ruby squealed as Yang pulled Ruby’s legs up and to his head, before immediately slamming into his brother. They couldn’t waste any time.

#wickeds prompts #wickeds cheaters #wickeds studYang #wickeds boi ruby

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Policeman’s Daughter – Part Four

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Assault and Sexual Abuse, Mention of Suicide, Murder, Fluff, Slow Burn Smut, Drugs

Words: 2,878

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Tommy’s Residence, Birmingham, 18 September 1924

‘Mr Shelby, shall we prepare breakfast?’ Francis asked as you and Tommy stumbled into the house at around 9 o’clock in the morning, your clothes covered in mud and dirt and your hair messy.

‘What?’ Tommy said, still laughing about the incident near the pond.

‘Breakfast Mr Shelby?’ Francis asked with a smile, seeing Tommy laugh for the first time since Grace’s passing.

‘We will have breakfast at 10 o’clock, eh?’ Tommy asked, looking at you. You nodded, smiling at Tommy as you did.

‘Thank you, Francis’ Tommy said before pulling a few leaves out from your hair which had been caught there earlier.

‘You’re welcome Mr Shelby’ Francis said before informing Tommy that his sister had picked up Charles at 8 o’clock to take him to the fair as she had promised.

After your brief encounter with Francis, you and Tommy made your way upstairs and quickly undressed before you shared a bath together.

‘I am not sure if we both fit in here?’ you said as you watched Tommy sink into the bathtub.

‘We will. Common’ he grinned and you breathed deeply for a few seconds as you stepped into the tub before reclining back, easing your torso into the welcoming embrace of the lavender scented water and against Tommy’s chest.

Tommy quickly moved the hair out of your face and over to one side before gently giving your neck a kiss.

‘I never quite met anyone like you’ Tommy chuckled, taking desire in your gypsy roots and your shy beauty.

‘Nor have I met anyone quite like you Tommy’ you said as you nudged your face against his nose gently, wanting him to continue kissing your neck.

He chuckled quickly at your eagerness and continued to plant small kisses and nibs across your neck while wrapping his arms and legs around you.

His hands eventually bushed over your breasts, rubbing and kneading them and Tommy could feel your hard, bullet like nipples in the palm of his hand.

‘Hmm Tommy’ you moaned as he gently tweaked them and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pleasure was intense, and your body was crying out for more.

You were squirming back against Tommy and he released your left breast and reached down in between your legs.

His fingers parted your lips before moving to your clit, gently rubbing it.

‘Oh Tommy’ you moaned as your arousal was intense and you once again lost yourself to Tommy’s touch.

‘I want you to cum for me Love’ Tommy whispered as, suddenly he slipped two fingers into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet inside, eh’ Tommy smirked satisfied and it wasn’t long until you felt a huge orgasm approaching.

Your eyes were closed as you engulfed in the pleasure Tommy was giving you with his thrusting fingers, right against your g-spot.

‘Fuck, Tommy’ you moaned as, finally, you climaxed and your walls contracted around Tommy’s fingers.

‘That’s it Love, cum on my fingers’ Tommy groaned and so you did, hard and fast, legs shaking while Tommy held you in place.

After a minute or two when you finally came down from your high, you could still feel the tingling sensation everywhere while Tommy washed your body gently with a bar of soap.

‘Hmm, thank you’ you moaned, opening your eyes as your body was covered in soap which is when, suddenly, you heard a knock on the door.

‘Telephone Mr Shelby. It’s your brother Arthur. Apparently, it is urgent’ Francis said and Tommy responded with a short ‘fuck’ before getting up and out of the bath quickly.

***

Following Tommy’s telephone call, you met him in the dining room to have breakfast before spending the remainder of the day in the stables with the horses and reading while Tommy had to attend to some urgent business matters.

You kept pondering on about what it was that he did for work. He owned several factories in Birmingham but constantly seemed to encounter trouble of some sort.

Over the course of the day, you had also realised that he owned several guns and weapons. But why, you didn’t know.

‘I am sorry that I only got to spend half of the day with you’ Tommy said when he eventually joined you in the reading room at around 7 o’clock that day. ‘No more business for today’ he then promised you.

‘It’s fine Tommy, really’ you said as he sat down next to you and you were quick to cup his face and draw him close for a kiss.

But it wasn’t just one kiss you were sharing. You and Tommy were kissing for a good fifteen minutes, each round growing more fierce and desperate than the last. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, even more than the night before.

‘Tommy?’ you said quietly in between the very heated and passionate kisses.

‘Yes Love’ he whispered while caressing your face as his deep blue eyes looked deeply into yours.

‘I want to feel you. All of you’ you then said while reaching immediately for the zipper of his pants. You never felt so wanton, so eager to be with someone. As if a dam broke somewhere inside you, carrying you away with its tide.

‘Slow down Love, we’ve got time’ he said, grinning at you.

‘Let’s go upstairs, eh?’ he then suggested and you nodded eagerly before following him to the bedroom.

As soon as you reached the bedroom, Tommy walked you back to his bed, unbuttoning the shirt of his that you were wearing and then leaving you in nothing but your panties.

‘Tommy, I want you so badly’ you whispered before doing the same to the shirt that he was wearing, leaving him wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Nice and slow, eh’ Tommy said, slowing you down again as you both climbed onto the bed together.

Within seconds, his warm body was a comfortable weight atop yours and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him closer to you, sighing in contentment as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Your heart felt full, almost to the point of bursting out of your chest with sheer joy.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw and then descended down to your throat. A startled gasp escaped you when he kissed a particularly sensitive region. His lips quirked into a devilish grin as he spent more time on that place, licking and nibbling and eliciting small gasps from you.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him. His eyes sincere, full of love and understanding.

‘You’re beautiful and I am a very lucky man’ he then said simply, and just like that, a sense of peace and calm replaced your sense of nervousness.

Tommy then leaned down and kissed you once more before continuing on. ‘If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop’ he reassured you.

You nodded gratefully and he drew another lingering kiss from your lips and then kissed your sternum, down to your cleavage and your bare breasts.

His warm hands made your breath catch as they caressed the sensitive underside, hefting your breasts and worshipping them slowly. Your insides clenched with pleasure as he rubbed your hardened nubs, rubbing and rolling them over before bringing his lips down onto them.

‘Oh’ you gasped as Tommy’s wet tongue flicked over your flesh.

Your eyelids shut down as you took in the sensory overload of your two nipples being stimulated simultaneously. You never noticed his other hand moving down onto the crotch of your panties and you jerked as his tentative fingers rubbed your slit through my moist underwear.

As Tommy was stimulating you, you finally seized the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and undergarments down his legs at one go before he could protest. His cock jumped up, freed at last and you held the warm throbbing flesh with your hand, marveling at its warmth and inherent pulsating beat.

‘I need you inside of me Tommy’ you whispered, caressing his face as you did.

Tommy kicked his legs to work his pants down all the way as you continued to stroke him gently and when they were down around his ankles he grabbed your legs behind the knees gently. After he pushed down your panties, throwing them onto the floor besides the bed, he lifted your legs up and spread them apart, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance.

‘Are you sure about this Love?’ Tommy asked again quietly and you nodded in the affirmative as your hips rocked up against him, teasing him.

Tommy let out a gentle groan as he felt your wetness on the tip of his cock and began to slide his length over the lips of your sex gently.

After his tip had been lubricated enough, he gently pushed inside you a little, spreading your lips, before withdrawing again.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more, but he was determined to take it slow, pushing in a little deeper as he entered you again.

He pushed down a little further with each thrust, wetting its length with each stroke until, finally, he was buried all the way inside you.

‘Oh god’ you moaned and Tommy could clearly feel the wet heat that was enveloping his cock as he slowly began to slide in and out of you with deep but slow thrusts.

You wrapped your arms around Tommy and pulled him up for a passionate kiss and you lay like that, joined at the hips while you furiously kissed, tongues fighting for supremacy and breathing like you had both run a race.

Tommy then began to pull out until only the head of his cock remained in you and then slowly pushed back in again. Slow deep strokes, savoring the feelings of being joined together with you. The warm, wet friction was overwhelming. As he slowly stroked in and out of you tight pussy he began to slide his hips from side to side. Each stroke in and out was a change in direction, the head of his cock sliding across different areas of your mound, stimulating you in new and different ways.

‘Yes Tommy, fuck’ you began to scream as he continued to make love to you. Bucking up your hips, you indicated for him to go faster, to take you harder.

With several loud groans, Tommy continued to pound in and out of you, picking up the pace at your urging. You felt incredibly tight around his cock and he struggled to hold back much longer, having wanted to feel you for so long.

You could tell he was close and the thought of Tommy filling you with his warm cum drove you wild, sending you closer and closer to your own orgasm.

‘Come in me Tommy. I want to feel you come inside me’ you begged and Tommy pounded deep into you and grunted with each thrust.

‘Fuck yes’ you moaned again as he picked up speed and, just as he did, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

While screaming his name for all to hear, your walls contracted around him while your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you cried, tears of joy running down your face, as your orgasm washed over you hard and fast and unlike anything else you had ever felt.

Your arousal and watching you come undone beneath him caused to Tommy to groan loudly. He could feel his balls tightening and knew the end was at hand.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as he felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of his cock. With that, he slammed himself as deep into your pussy as he could and held himself tightly against you and rocked from side to side.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, feeling Tommy’s cum fill you as he held himself tight against you, never wanting to pull out.

‘You feel so fucking good’ Tommy groaned again as you milked the last drop from him with your tight walls.

‘I want you to stay inside me forever Tommy’ you whispered before pulling him close for another kiss and, after a little while, his cock began to soften and he pushed himself tighter still against you to delay the inevitable while continuing to kiss you deeply.

After sharing deep passionate kisses for a few minutes, his shriveled cock slid out of you and your mixed fluids began to leak from your wet slit.

It felt incredible, knowing that you had united in the way you did.

Tommy eventually rolled of you and, while laying side by side you continued to kiss and caress each other while your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Tommy then kissed across your breast and slipped your nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he ran his hand across your body and down over your mound.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you said in disbelieve as you reached down in between his legs as well, realising that his cock was hardening again.

‘That’s what you do to me Love’ Tommy grinned as, all of a sudden, he heard a car pull up in the driveway.

He jumped up quickly, put on his pants before reaching for the gun he left inside the chest of draws in the bedroom.

‘Tommy?’ you asked with concern but, just as you did, he put the gun back down, realising that it was his aunt Polly and her son Michael who were coming into the house.

‘Sorry Love. We will have to continue this later, eh’ Tommy said, causing you to pout.

‘I will make it up to you’ Tommy then grinned before pressing his lips onto yours once more for a quick but passionate kiss.

‘After you are done with business, you better going fuck me all night long Mr Shelby’ you said with determination just before Tommy left the bedroom.

‘That can be arranged’ he winked as he walked out of the door.

‘We’ve got a problem’ Polly said as soon as Tommy walked into the office on the lower floor of his house where Michael and Polly were already waiting for him.

‘This better be urgent as I am fucking busy, eh’ Tommy growled as he sat down, unbothered by the fact that he was still half naked, wearing nothing but his suit pants.

‘Here are the names and addresses of the three men who went to London. They report to a said Major James Y/LN, living at 132 Downing Lane, Birmingham. He also is in London at the moment’ Polly explained.

‘Fuck’ Tommy said as he realised that the man in charge was your father.

‘Do you know what he wants?’ Tommy then asked, swallowing harshly when he did.

‘See you hang and us in jail I would say’ Polly said as she threw a stack of papers onto Tommy’s desk with file notes from a source Michael had in London.

‘We can take him out, but we need to do it tonight Tom. We have men in London who can do it’ Michael then suggested while Tommy started to look through the papers.

‘No’ Tommy then said, causing Polly to shout and argue.

‘Tommy, he will hang you, probably us too. We have the chance to take him tonight. We need to do this’ Polly argued.

‘No Pol. I will deal with it, eh’ Tommy responded angrily.

‘It’s because of her, isn’t it? You are fucking her, aren’t you? Michael has told me about the security guards at the address and the payoffs’ Polly said, causing Tommy to sigh.

‘She’s got nothing to do with any of this Pol’ Tommy growled.

‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time you fall for a fucking spy, now would it Tommy?’ Polly growled harshly, thinking back at when Tommy got involved with Grace.

‘I said I fucking deal with it, Pol’ Tommy shouted and it was at this point that Polly got even more upset and angry.

‘If you don’t, I will and if I have to kill them both, then so be it. I am not losing my son over this. You’ve got one week Tommy’ Polly said before telling Michael that it was time to go.

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LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER | CH.3

LUCID DREAMS - A TYPE OF DREAM WHEREIN THE PERSON IS AWARE THAT THEY ARE CAUGHT IN A DREAM WORLD.

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare?

A/N: Third chapter is here! Again, thank you to all those who are supporting the story. Once again, this is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line which means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, please refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here— this is not love, this is obsession—nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age. Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“Insane madness of the living can be more, more terrible than the bloody hunger of the undead...”

― Silvia Liam

The rules of hunting down prey are simple. First, you observe to take note of their weakness, then you stalk...waiting for the right opportunity to take your shot. Hunting is more often about a game of time than aim sometimes. You jump too soon and you risk scaring your target to a successful escape, or you do it too late that you let them fully slip through your grasp. Hunting... has always been about perfect timing.

"You already know the rules of the game, right boy?"

The frail form of a seven year old child cowered against the foot of a dead tree, eyes shaking as it regarded the man leering at him. The sky was a deep dark velvet above them, and the only source of light came from the full moon that dipped in and out between the passing clouds. A bell dingled from the tight chain strapped around his left ankle when he moved, the sound causing the smile on the man's face twist into a wicked grin.

The hum of a gun being cocked sent the boy to give a choked sob. He shakily tried to stand up from his spot and pressed his palm against the rough bark of the tree to support himself, his wide eyes set on the looming form that has taken a step closer to where he stood.

"It's the first sturgeon moon tonight, so we are going to change the rules a little bit, okay?" Those words only made the child shake harder, the thin shirt he had now clinging to him like second skin due to the cold sweats gripping him.

"You run. And if I catch you, you die," the man cooed as he craned his face a bit to the side, causing the light from the moon to illuminate his features briefly. He looked handsome, inhuman, like he was one of the fallen souls exiled to earth at the beginning of times.

The man moved the arm holding his hunting gun and used it to lift the chin of the boy still cowering in front of him. He smiled—a smile so beautiful and dangerous it can make angels weep.

"But if you die, then your brothers will be the one running in this forest to take your place. So...make sure I don't catch you, hmm?"

Tears finally streamed down the bruised cheeks of the child as he realized what he was up to tonight. Eyes wide with fear, he pushed himself off the tree he was leaning on and started making a run for it.

He could still hear his words even as he dove deep into the woods, the bell on his feet masking his thundering footsteps.

"Seven bullets! You have one minute to hide, son~!"

Gunshots pierced the night air like a wailing scream.

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Bang!

Jeno lowered his hunting rifle and let go of his breath slowly. Despite the shadows cast by the towering trees surrounding him, his eyes could still clearly see the slight flailing of the fawn he just shot before it went completely still. Above him, a flock of crows looked down on the fallen prey with their beady eyes, as if gauging the best time to dive for their feast.

He slowly picked himself up from his hiding spot, a wide oak tree with overarching branches that hid him from sight. He's been crouched there for a good half hour or so, just waiting for the fawn to finally circle the area. He's been observing it for the past week or so, taking note of its routes, and today he decided to make the kill.

Unlike other hunters, Jeno prefers the thrill that comes with stalking his prey over simply making a successful game. For him, the fun of hunting is in the process and not in its ending—a kill , after all, means nothing if you didn't work hard for it.

He looked down on the small fawn now as it lay lifeless on the mossy forest ground with its glassy eyes still open. Leaning over, he lightly pressed his hand over it to feel its heartbeat just to check if he killed it properly.

It was so beautiful and graceful just prancing in the forest a few days ago….it would be a shame if it suffers now.

"Hey, you got it?" A voice from the edge of the clearing made him look around. Haechan emerged from between the trees, his own hunting rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Yup. What did you get?"

The other boy lifted a brown sack and gave it a light shake.

"Got three rabbits. I'm too lazy to skin them here so I'll just ask Taeyong-hyung to do it. Want to go back now?"

Jeno turned to look back at the fawn in front of him briefly before finally shaking his head. He didn't really want to go back to the mansion yet, so he decided to just throw an excuse to the other for now.

"You go ahead. I'll just skin it right here," he said casually over his shoulder at his brother. Haechan, too cold and too bored to stay another minute in the humid woods, gave a wave of his hand before turning back. Unlike Jeno, he prefers the comforts and luxuries of the manor over anything else.

"I'll go ahead then. Try to get back before nightfall, the forest can be a dangerous place~" he said in a sing-song voice, knowing full well it was a useless warning he just gave.

Jeno simply ignored him and silently pulled his skinning knife from his belt so he could get to work. Nights in the forest have never scared him, he knew it like the back of his hand.

If anything, it is the creatures there who should be terrified of him.

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You glanced over at Jisung and Chenle who were currently immersed in their readings over the page you’ve been scanning. The sun is about to set in just a few minutes and you have the last session of the day scheduled for the pair before you could pack up and go home. Your lips slightly quirked into a smile as you watched Jisung lean over slightly into the other to silently ask about something, Chenle looking up from his pages to roll his eyes before patiently answering. The two have such different personalities from each other, which adorably and ironically, makes them work so well together.

If you're going to be honest with yourself now, you'd say it is your time with the two youngest that you enjoy the most as Rosewood's tutor. Chenle and Jisung were withdrawn and shy at first, but the pair slowly started warming up to you as time went by. Maybe it's because they are younger, but you prefer the innocent air around them every time you would have your lessons. Chenle is the chattier and the more confident of the two, but with his help, even the shy Jisung also started lightly joking around with you on his best days.

That's not to say that you hate your time with the rest of the brothers. You've only ever had one session with Mark—which went so well as expected from the eldest—while the rest have always been polite and casual. There isn’t really anything about your job and connection with any of the boys that should put you on edge and yet... you have to admit that there are still those rare moments when you just feel as if something is out of place. You couldn't really place your finger on it, nor have you blatantly caught anything suspicious, but sometimes you just feel odd whenever you are around any of the four middle children. It’s something similar to being watched...like there is an imaginary pair of eyes always pinned to the back of your head, or the ghost feeling of hands hovering around your throat.

Your eyes flickered now to the grand clock on the far side of the room which finally struck five. Closing your own book which you have been scouring over, you called out towards the two who quickly looked up from their work.

"Alright, time's up. Have you answered the first two questions at least?" You asked with a smile. Chenle groaned and pointed at Jisung accusingly.

"I only got three questions because he kept disturbing me, noona."

Jisung frowned and you had to keep your laugh back with how offended he looked.

"Hey, I wasn't disturbing you. I was just asking questions."

"Okay, okay. Don't fight now. Do you want an extension for the chapter quiz? We do have our next lesson the day after tomorrow."

Their faces simultaneously lit up.

"Can we do that?" Chenle asked.

"Yes, but I'll have to leave you the assignment of reading another chapter and finishing the questionnaire for that as well. That'll be your homework, okay?" You tried your best to put on your best impression of a stern look, which only made the two giggle.

"Okay, noona."

"You promise you'll do it?"

Jisung put up his right hand and placed his left one over his heart.

"We promise."

That made you chuckle. "Well then, that will be all for today. I'll see you again tomorrow, okay? I'll have lessons with your brothers but just come to me if you have any questions." You gathered the rest of the papers that you have sprawled on the desk you were using before waving the two goodbye.

You were in the middle of trying to fit in a rather stubborn pile of files on your bag that you didn't really notice the tall figure that entered from the front door. When you finally looked up, it was already too late for you to stop crashing straight first into someone's chest, if not for the strong hands that held you steady. You felt an arm settle on your waist, and another on your back as you almost toppled when you hastily stepped back.

"Oh! I am so sorr—" you looked up with wide eyes to see Jeno looking down on you. Your words died in your throat when your eyes caught the red stain on his neck and you gasped.

"Jeno, what happened?!" Your voice raised in panic as you stared wide eyed at the blood running down the side of his neck. He gave you a slight look of confusion before raising a hand to touch the area you've been staring at.

"Ah… this…"

You didn't wait for him to finish. Quickly, you grabbed his hand and turned on your heels to drag him to the opposite direction. You didn't look back to see his surprised expression, and before he could even say anything, you had already pushed him into one of the expansive bathrooms down the nearest hallway.

"Sit there."

You pushed him urgently on the closed toilet seat before you proceeded to rummage on the hidden compartment behind the mirror that Taeyong showed you before. You quickly grabbed the box of first aid kit there and hastily opened an antiseptic wipe.

"Uhm...noona…"

You didn't pay him any attention, too focused on what you needed to do. You quickly kneeled in front of him so that you were more eye-level with each other before finally pressing the damp wipe against his injury.

"Shh. This might sting a little. We have to see how deep your wound is and stop the bleeding," you said, a small frown creasing your brows as your fingers gently dabbed at his skin. You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn't notice the light in his eyes shift as he looked at you closely.

His gaze dropped to your slightly parted lips, then at the look of concentration on your features.

Are you...worried about him?

Your frown deepened as you finally managed to wipe most of the blood away from his skin. The antiseptic sheet you were using has already turned dark red from the liquid, but still you haven't—

"It's not my blood," Jeno said plainly, his voice suddenly sounding too close to you. You looked up to him in confusion, and for the first time you realized how close the two of you were. His gaze didn't waver from your face, pinning you into the spot where you are kneeling in front of him.

"Not your…"

"I was hunting. I was skinning the game I caught but my hand slipped and I hit a major vein. This is deer blood."

If your face wasn't burning after realizing how close the two of you were at the moment, it is definitely on fire now. You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again in embarrassment. Jeno continued staring at you and you watched as his lips ever so slightly curled into a smirk.

That made you suddenly stand up from your crouch. He calmly followed you with his gaze, a mix of curiosity and amusement in his brown eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were injured so I panicked," you stuttered as your eyes fell on the bloody wipe that is still on your hands. You quickly ducked to throw it away just so you could avoid his gaze.

Jeno followed your every move closely before slightly leaning his head to the side. He seems to be mulling over something, face now devoid of any telling emotions.

"Were you concerned about me?" He asked, tone curious. You glanced at him in surprise, stunned that he would ask such a question. It was bad enough that you stumbled over your words when you finally managed a reply.

"Of course I was concerned. Anyone would be."

Jeno slowly stood up from where he sat and for the first time, you realized just how much he towered over you. It didn't help that the two of you were in a much smaller space than usual which sent a wave of claustrophobia to wash you over briefly. You involuntarily took a step back, eyes only high enough to meet the base of his neck.

"Why though?" He asked again, and you could genuinely hear the curiosity in his tone. You frowned. He was asking...as if he isn't used to such a level of care. As if things like this are so foreign to him.

"Because you are my student. And I wouldn't want to see anyone hurt."

For a moment, Jeno didn't say anything else. He simply looked at you while you tried so hard not to flinch under his heavy gaze.

Then, as if a switch had been turned, he took a step to the side to free some space between the two of you. Your eyes shot to his face when he did that, and you were met by his boyish smile that crinkled his eyes into half moons.

That made you blink. You see it on him whenever he is with the rest of his brothers, but it was the first time he ever smiled that way to you.

"Thank you, noona. I appreciate it."

It was as if a blockage in your throat dissolved all of a sudden. You smiled back, a sense of relief overtaking you.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I panicked, too."

"It's cute. Nobody has ever…" he trailed off before shrugging. "I guess, it's because we're all men here. So none of us are used to that kind of care."

You nodded slowly at that. It really must be hard...being in this kind of household. Now that you think about it, the boys are technically orphans.

"Anyway, I have to go. I need to get back before dark. I'm not really a big fan of night drives," you said as you picked up the bag you had haphazardly thrown into the sink in your panic earlier. Jeno simply watched you silently from where he stood.

"Make sure to be careful next time alright? Don't give anyone a heart attack again," you smiled before finally excusing yourself out. He smiled back and gave a nod of goodbye as you closed the door.

Jeno turned to the mirror in front of him and slowly touched the part of his neck where your fingers grazed earlier. It was cold now from the antiseptic you had rubbed, but he could still remember how good the warmth of your touch felt against his skin when you were trying to wash the blood away. He curled his fingers slightly over the area now, leaving half moon marks as his nails dug there.

Oh what he would do to have you touch him again.

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"Pretty neat, huh?" You grinned at Jaehyun as he parked the car in front of the manor. You watched as your boyfriend's eyes moved over the impressive facade of the structure in front of him, knowing full well that his architect training is kicking in.

"Not bad. Victorian-era, probably. The stones look old but the place looks pretty well-kept…"

You grinned to yourself now as you leaned back on your seat. Of course you have absolutely no reason to be proud of something you don't own, but you can't help but boast a little at your boyfriend. It is your workplace after all.

Jaehyun turned to his seat now to give you a slightly guilty smile. He sighed before reaching out for your hand.

"Are you sure you will be okay though? I'm sorry about borrowing your car all of a sudden, the timing is just so bad."

You gave his hand a squeeze before patting it with your other. He was supposed to go on a three day business trip away from the city when his car, all of a sudden, just wouldn't start this morning. He wouldn't make it if he waits for the shop to fix it so the both of you decided to just have him use yours for now. At least he has enough time to drive you to work, which is why the two of you now are parked outside the manor, 10 minutes before your first lesson has to start.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make sure to pick up your car later. I'll have the taxi drive me there."

Jaehyun glanced back at the mansion briefly.

"Are you sure you can get a taxi here though? This is pretty far off the main road…"

Well...to be honest, you weren't even really sure about that yourself but he didn't have to worry about it right now. You nodded and reached over for your bag with a smile.

"Yes. Or I'll just ask Taeyong for help if I can't get one. I'm pretty sure they have some taxi companies in contact."

Jaehyun still didn't look convinced but gave you a small nod nevertheless. His eyes were back to studying the house again which made you chuckle.

"Jae, I'll be fine. You have to go now or you'll be late to your conference. Thanks for driving me here," picking up the last of your things, you leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheeks. He responded by pulling you over for a slightly longer kiss when you tried to move away.

"Yah, Jung Jaehyun. We'll both be late if you don't stop," you whispered softly with an amused tone. He laughed before finally letting you pull back.

"Just getting my fill of it since I won't see you in three days. Call me once you get home later, okay?"

"Mmn. Take care, too. Go get that deal closed," you gave him a wink before finally opening the passenger seat. You watched as he finally pulled away from the driveway and waited until he disappeared again on the long winding road before turning towards the manor again. You were almost at the front steps when the doors finally opened, spilling Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin out of them. You frowned slightly as you took notice of the canvases they were carrying as you approached the group.

"Hey...are you going somewhere? Class is about to start." You asked curiously, eyes landing finally on the small leather bag that Renjun was carrying. It seems to be full of art supplies.

"We're doing a free art class today, right noona?" The eldest of the trio asked. You nodded, still a bit confused.

"Renjun suggested we do it in the garden since the weather is nice today," Jaemin finally said. "We think it'll be a nice change from the stuffy rooms inside," he slightly jerked his head back at the wide windows of the manor which are currently shut back with thick curtains. You glanced at them briefly too before nodding slowly in understanding.

"Oh… I mean… It's not a bad idea. We can have the first session outside while the sun is still bearable, I guess."

That made Jaemin, and most especially Renjun smile. The boy can be withdrawn most of the time, but you did notice that he looks happiest whenever you do creative classes.

"Thank you, noona."

"No problem. I'll just put my bag inside and then I'll follow you. Why don't you set up your things first?"

You've taken a couple of steps towards the front door already when Haechan suddenly spoke up.

"Who was with you, noona?"

That froze you on your tracks. Slowly, you turned to face the trio again. They saw Jaehyun drive off?

"Oh, that was my boyfriend. He dropped me off today," you said casually with a smile. Haechan leaned his head a little bit to the side in curiosity.

"But he took your car…"

"Yes, he did. His broke down so he had to borrow mine. He's leaving for a three-day trip so—" you stopped all of a sudden, realizing that you're explaining things too much. There's nothing wrong about what you said but there was still a part of you that made you feel a little...exposed. Jaemin, Haechan, and Renjun, fortunately, didn't seem to notice and continued to politely look at you.

"Anyway, I'll just grab a cab to go home," you continued with a smile. "There are some who stop by here, right?"

"Yes. Or we can just ask Taeyong-hyung to drive you. He is the only one who has a license among us," Jaemin offered with a casual shrug.

"Ah, maybe I'll have to bother him this one time if I can't get a cab," you said with a sheepish smile. "Okay, I do have to bring my things inside. I'll see you."

You have already reached the top of the steps before the double doors when you finally realized something. Quickly you turned to the three boys who were just about to disappear to the side of the house leading to the manicured gardens.

"Wait, where's Jeno?"

It was Jaemin who answered.

"Oh yeah. He can't come. He is on bed rest."

You frowned.

"What happened?"

Haechan snickered which caused Renjun to shoot him a reprimanding look.

"He got into a hunting accident," the boy explained as he barely tried to keep his lips from twitching with amusement. "He was foolish enough to get stabbed in the chest by a stag."

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You gave the oak wood door a few light taps before drawing your hand back to yourself. You still weren't sure if this is a good idea, and yet here you are standing outside Jeno's room, the expansive hallway making you feel too small and out of place. This is the first time you've been in this part of the mansion since you only ever roamed the lower floors for your classes, and you couldn't help but feel a little strange at the heaviness of the air clinging around you now.

Maybe it's because it is where the private quarters of the boys are, but the corridor was only slightly illuminated by dimmed lighting from the lamps on the walls. Everything was silent, and for a moment you wondered if you got the wrong door that Taeyong gave directions to when you told him you wanted to check on Jeno. You have already taken a step back and was about to turn away when you heard some rustling from inside the room. It was followed by a voice muffled by the thick wood separating you from the other side of the door.

"Come in."

You froze on your spot for a few seconds before finally managing to shake yourself to open the door before you slowly. Peering around it, the first thing you noticed was how big the room was—it looked more like a smaller section of a house than a private quarters. It was dark, but a quick look at it told you that it was mostly bare if you don't count the essentials, which is a simple desk by the side, a long couch, and, in the middle, a four poster bed.

Your eyes landed on Jeno who was looking at you with equal mild surprise. He was propped against the headboard of his bed, the light from the laptop on his lap illuminating his face. You noticed that he didn't have a shirt on, but most of his skin from the right shoulder down to his chest was covered by bandages.

"Hi," you smiled, suddenly feeling conscious now as you stepped into his room.

"Um. Hi. What are you…"

"I heard that you were injured so I just dropped by to check on you," you quickly answered to diffuse any awkwardness that is in danger of settling between the two of you. Jeno blinked, as if processing what you just said.

"Uh… sorry, I didn't realize that I might be disturbing you. I can also just go back another time and—"

"No," He said all of a sudden before you could excuse yourself. Quickly, he closed his laptop and put it away on his side. "You can stay for a bit."

"Oh...great. I uh…" your eyes roamed around his room once again, hoping to find a chair that is closer to his bed. There was none. You figured the couch was the only place you could go to so you started walking towards it, Jeno's eyes on you.

"You can sit here," he suddenly said and you looked up to see him pointing at the foot of his bed. That made you stop before glancing again at the couch at the farther side of his room, something which he immediately noticed.

"It's too far away. It'll be awkward for us to talk if you sit there,” he said, as if he read your mind.

That...makes sense. With a slight nod, you closed the distance between you and the bed instead and chose to sit by its far end.

Jeno was back to watching you as you settled down, his expression curious. You softly cleared your throat.

"How are you feeling?"

He glanced down his chest briefly. "Oh, I'm fine. It didn't hurt as much during the weekend, but I was still told to stay in bed. I can't really move that much yet."

"What happened anyway?"

He scratched the back of his head almost sheepishly and looked away.

"I was trying to hunt a deer. I didn't know its mate was just around the area when I approached it so...yeah."

You winced as your eyes fell on his bandaged chest. You know next to nothing about hunting, but you know enough that an angry stag doesn't spell good news for anyone. Things could have been more serious for him.

"Are you sure that you shouldn't be in the hospital though?"

"Yes. We have a private doctor anyway. I just need to make sure I don't move too much to keep my wound from opening. And I also hate hospitals so I prefer to stay here…"

"You have to be more careful next time, okay Jeno? The forest is such a dangerous place…" you sighed before shifting your attention towards the window at the far wall of his room. He only had his curtains partially open but you could still see a sliver of the woods from where you sat.

Something about what you said shifted something in him. You missed it entirely thanks to the shadows from the room's dim lighting that masked his features, but it was there, hiding in plain sight.

"You take care of us so well."

You turned to him again as you heard him whisper something.

"What?"

Jeno simply smiled. He leaned back against the headboard, as if mulling over something.

"Since noona is worried about me, can you help me change my bandages?"

You blinked. That wasn't something you expected him to ask at all. Before, you figured Jeno to be one of the more withdrawn among the brothers, always with this air of intimidation about him, but lately, he has been throwing you off with these kinds of moments. He isn't flirty like Jaemin or sly and playful like Haechan, but he’s just so...direct. Almost pushy, sometimes.

"I uhm… I don't know. I wouldn't know how to do it, maybe I can call someone and—"

You watched as he already started to undo the bandages on his torso, your eyes growing wide as he started to expose more skin.

"Jeno wait, I think we should call Taeyong for thi—oh my god."

Your words were cut off when he finally let the last of the bandages fall to reveal the cut on his torso. It started from his right chest, a few inches above the collarbone, and ran sideways to the middle where it cut off. Stitches held the skin together, and you could see the darkening sides of the flesh where it broke.

Yet it wasn't only that which caught your attention. Despite the dimness of the room, you could see other marks in his body, old scars that adorned his pale skin here and there. They varied in length and thickness, and you couldn't figure out what might have caused them. Were they from hunting accidents too…?

You immediately turned to look away. You didn't want to seem rude for staring. Jeno, however, seemed unbothered, if not mildly amused. Watching you through hooded eyes, he let you squirm for a little bit first before finally calling for your attention once more.

"Noona."

"Yes?"

"Help me, please?"

The tone he used on you finally made you turn with a slight wince, which only made him chuckle.

"You're not used to seeing injuries?"

"I'm not fond of them. I don't think anyone is."

“So let's get this over with then. I just need you to hold one side of the bandage for me while I wrap it again. It's hard when I do it alone."

You were about to open your mouth to say something again but chose to purse your lips after in the end. With a soft sigh, you finally picked yourself up from your spot by the foot of the bed to move closer to him. Jeno had already uncapped what looked to be a bottle of antiseptic at this point and had started to dab gently at his cut. You tried to watch without wincing too much as he tried to do the job, but it was probably too painful for him to move too much because he was missing a lot of it.

"Hey, just give me that. I'll do it," you asked as you gently took the cotton pad from him. Jeno wordlessly let you take it, eyes closely watching you as you ducked a little to clean his wound. You tried your best to keep your eyes on target, not allowing them to move anywhere else…

"It looks so bad… I'm surprised you can still move…" you whispered, more to yourself than to him as you frowned over it. You completely missed the way the corners of Jeno's lips ever so slightly tilted as your fingers brushed against his skin.

"Your fiance must have never gotten injured before, noona."

Your hand froze at what he said. Slowly, you looked up at him, only to see him smile at you.

"How did you…"

"Oh, Taeyong-hyung told us. He just reminded us to be nice to you or else you might quit. He said you are saving up for your wedding."

You didn't say anything at first after his explanation. There's nothing wrong about it, and it seems very in-character for Taeyong to say that since he seems to be the most worried about the possibility of you quitting. Still, you couldn't help the odd feeling that tugged at your chest, one you tried to shove back as you turned your attention again to what you were doing just so you could escape Jeno's gaze.

"Well… yes. I am saving up for it. But I also enjoy my time here… so far…"

Jeno smiled to himself as he looked down on you, eyes watching your every move.

"We'll behave too, we promise," he said softly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Until then, I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind us borrowing you from him."

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"Jisung! Chenle! Don't run too far into the forest, okay?" Taeyong called out to the two boys who have already turned on their tails and have started running towards the woods. You watched as the two laughed and pushed at each other playfully before finally disappearing into the forest edge.

Taeyong sighed beside you and let the hands he had on his hips fall to his sides. You turned to him and he gave you an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry for suddenly asking you to watch over them. I totally forgot that I had to drive the rest to their dentist appointment today," he said with a scratch of his head. You simply shook a hand at him to wave him off.

"Don't worry about it. I don't have any other classes today anyway so I'll just wait here for them. But... uh... are you sure that it is safe for them to play there?"

"Yes. As long as they stay in the right zones. There are parts there where some wild animals might roam around this season but Jisung and Chenle already know that, don't worry. It won't be the first time they'll be going there too. They've been playing there since they were kids."

You nodded slowly, still a little bit unsure as your gaze floated over to the woods once more. If it were you, you wouldn't let them go near it, especially after what happened to Jeno.

"I'll have to go then. I promise I'll be back by 5. Then I can drive you back to town after."

You turned to look at Taeyong once more and gave him a grateful smile. You usually would have declined the offer under normal circumstances, but you honestly think it will be easier and safer for you to just have him take you back later.

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

The other nodded before giving you one last smile. Turning around, you watched him go to the car where Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin were already waiting. Jeno was still in bed rest, so he is skipping the impromptu trip this time.

You only turned back to look at the woods ahead when you finally saw the black sedan disappear down the road. The forest looked foreboding in front of you, one look at it and you know there is no way you'll venture there in your own free will. With a sigh, you picked up the book you've brought with you and let yourself take a seat by the grass as you wait for Jisung and Chenle to return.

A sudden sharp caw that tore the air made you look up in surprise from the current chapter you were reading. You didn't have any idea how much time had already passed after you lost yourself in your book, but you were surprised to see that the sky had gone red over the horizon as a flock of crows soared from the depths of the forest. You watched as they circled just above the trees before finally disappearing far into the sky. That was when you realized it; it's been a while since Jisung and Chenle left.

With panic slowly creeping into your chest, you glanced at your watch then back at the mansion behind you. Taeyong didn't say anything about a curfew for the two kids, but your own sense told you that the pair should be back before night falls. Your gut told you that you should start looking for them, but the problem is that there is still more than half an hour left before Taeyong said they will return and the only other person left in the manor was Jeno—who can't even get out of bed.

You swallowed. Before you could make any decision, however, a bone-chilling sound floated into the air that made your blood turn cold. It was faint at first, making you wonder if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you, but then it called out again, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

It was Chenle. Screaming.

You broke into a run without a second thought.

It took you everything you have not to topple over the uneven forest floor as you wove through the trees. You have no idea where you were going, your mind and vision reeling as you tried to follow the voice. Your skirt have caught countless times on shrubberies and wayward tree barks as you tore through the woods but you kept going, not minding the tears on the fabric and the skin of your legs.

"Chenle! Jisung! Where are you!"

You called out desperately when the cries suddenly stopped. You were only barely aware of your heart thundering in your chest and your lungs burning from overexertion.

No. No. Don't stop screaming. I can't find you if you do.

"Chenle! Jisung!" You called out again desperately as you stopped at the edge of what seemed to be a small patch of land that dropped off to a ravine. The trees beyond were denser than the ones at the edge of the forest and the already fading light of the day wasn't helping the thick canopies above you that rained shadows on where you stood. You looked around and swallowed thickly. Something inside of you told you to turn around and run again but you stayed frozen on your spot, waiting for any sound from the kids.

It took you a few more heartbeats to pick up something again. Jisung's voice sounded far off to your right, maybe about 15 meters from where you currently are.

"Noona! Help! Chenle fell down!"

Your adrenaline jumped into action again.

"Jisung?! Jisung! Wait—Is Chenle with you?” A soft voice called out and you breathed in as you recognized the latter's tone. “I'm coming! Don't stop calling for me, okay, so I can find you!"

You were about to turn away from the edge of the steep ravine you were still standing on when you felt your back hit something hard. Before you could even turn around to look at it, however, a blunt force hitting the middle of your shoulder blades sent you toppling forward, straight into the sharp fall beyond.

You screamed, before everything went quiet as your head hit the bedrock below.

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A.N. GOD THIS WAS SO LONG IM SO GLAD IT IS FINALLY DONE.

Taglist: @negincho, @jhornytrash, @jaeminhyuckiii, @jungwoosswhore, @jsturkey, @aj--7, @pukupukupawpau, @tomiesgirlfren, @vsszn

CHAPTER 4

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palaceofpassion · 3 years

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It wasn't Jaune's fault! Whitley was just too cute, and her the Schneeboi was talking snack and acting like a bratty little brother when he should be slobbering on a Arc Cock while dressed like the slutty little Femboy he was always meant to be. Good knews was him and Weiss were the same size clothe-wise.

Femboy Whitley!

Jaune couldn’t keep his laughter in as his friends scurried about, trying not to absolutely lose their shits. Ever since Weiss’ little brother decided to show up, things had been... well kind of painful. Jaune himself had kept his head out of it, choosing instead to keep low and avoid any sort of detection from the Schneeboi. THough, that of course hadn’t stopped Jaune from eyeing him every now and again. He WAS rather cute, reminded him of a slightly scrawnier Weiss, with a nice ass to boot.

Jaune felt comfortable in himself to admit such things of course, after all he’d trained both Oscar and Ren quite well over the last year and a half since everyone moved into the little group dorm they shared. He smiled as the boy tried to flirt with Ruby, not like that would work. The normally cheery girl made up an excuse, saying something about Yang calling her, and vanished in a puff of pedals.

He tried to fight back a laugh when he tried to order BLAKE around of all people. Weiss had to keep the feline faunus from ripping her brother a new one.

Things had been rather easy for him, of course, though as the days went on his annoying slander started to get annoying. And eventually, Weiss of all people had decided to come to him. “Jaune...”

“Yes Snow Angel?”

His lover blushed heavily, “Could you do me a huge favor?”

“And what’s that?”

“So you know that thing you did with Ren and Oscar?”

“I do, Ruby and Nora are still a bit sore about that, though Pyrrha was quite happy.”

“COuld you uh...”

She looked at her brother, and well it didn’t take much. He’d thought about leaving things as is, but if Weiss was asking, “Okay.”

He walked over to the boy, talking to the group, Yang getting ready to punch him if he kept on trying to flirt with Ruby. The little femboy really didn’t know his place, now did he? Since he’d first seen him, Jaune had thought he would look better with a cock in his mouth, soooo.

“Hey Whitley.”

From his sitting position Whitley turned his attention to the dumbo that tried to call his name, “What do you want A-” His voice went silent at the sound of smacking flesh. His mouth hung open as his vision grew dark. Hanging above him was the most grotesque slab of meat he’d ever been near. The heavy scent practically suffocated him, the thick musk whisking through his nose and violating his thoughts. The pitter patter of dripping liquid splashing against his forehead caught his attention, and the heavy overbearing feeling of it resting atop him did not sit well for him.

He tried to push back and scream at the bloody neanderthal for even doing that, only to be silenced as Ruby suddenly rushed up to him, grabbed his jaw and held his mouth open. Before he knew it his taste buds were assailed by the most repulsive flavors he’d ever tasted! A tangy sour taste slathered his palate. He tried to bite down initially, but the thing was so large that it spread his jaw too wide to provide ample force.

“Oh wow! I knew you’d look better with my dick in your mouth.”

His violent struggles only proved to provide pleasure for the man currently throat fucking him. “Oh yeah~ Keep saying whatever you’re saying, makes your throat all vibraty.”

He felt fear as one of the various girls surrounding him grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down, forcing that thing all the way down his throat. His vision grew dark as Jaune’s crotch pushed and blinded him. He tried to lash out and push away only for someone else to grab his hands and put them behind him.

Fear started to get the better of him as he heard Weiss talk, “Ooh, he really does look better this way. I always did want a younger sister...”

“Perfect~ He’ll look much better as a trap...”

“Ugh, Jaune, just get it over with, I don’t want to remember what you did to Oscar.”

“haha... sorry Ruby.”

He tried to struggle more, but the individuals around him made it harder and harder as they each took turns forcing his body to move on its own. The taste of another man’s cock on his tongue painted his tastebuds horrendously. He wanted to puke with every passing second, but he found it hard to resist. Eventually he felt the cock in his mouth twitch, and before he knew it his belly was being filled with the man’s disgusting semen. His stomach began to bloat only pulling away once the seed started to ooze through his nose and the gaps between his mouth and the dick.

“Magnafsmdfg!”

Eventually he pulled out, but before Whitley could spit it out, Weiss had suddenly closed his jaw shut. “No no, you’ll learn to swallow~ The protein is good for you.”

When it proved impossible for him to spit it out, he had to eventually swallow, Weiss’ fingers slowly guiding his throat as he began to take the seed downwards. Tears burned his eyes as he felt his body grow weak, the girls finally letting him go once he opened his mouth. “Good boy~” They all gave him small little claps, something that felt absolutely demeaning.

“Now then~ Weiss, dear?”

“Dear?”

“Oh right!” Weiss cheerfully shifted over to the man who had just violated him, placing a gentle kiss against his dick, “I’ve been with Jaune for a while now~ Most of us have.”

His eyes scanned the room as all the residents there nodded. “Di... did you...”

“Invite you on purpose?” His sister feigned a pleasant smile,e ventually dropping the niceties. “Of course I did, now then, Pyrrha?”

“Got them!”

Before he knew it, he was on the ground his head pushed down by who knows who, and his ass held right up. He felt his penis dangling loosely as he tried to shit his hips out of their grasp. His clothing had been forcefully stripped, in place he’d been put in a white gown belonging to Weiss, one that fit him suspiciously well. “Le...let me go! You Barbarians!” Even as he cursed them out, he could still TASTE Jaune’s dick upon his lips.

The repulsive flavor didn’t sit well with him, but… any other thoughts simply stopped when he felt something push between his cheeks. “Perfect~ And I’m already all lubed up.”

“Wh...what?!”��

He didn’t get a response before his ass began to burn, “Oh damn! He has such a nice boipussy!”

Tears seared his flesh as he buried his head into the carpet, the older boy’s hands grabbed his large buttocks, squeezing into his perfectly white flesh and marking him with bruises. “S...s...stop!”

He wanted it to end, but Jaune had other plans, his hips thrusted harder and faster. The more that Whitley begged and pleaded the stronger those movements became. Eventually he found himself buried into the floor, his little dick flopping and grinding against it as tiny spurts of semen ejected from within.

“Aww~ He wanted to date me too! Look how cute it is.”

He could hear Ruby mocking him from the distance as Jaune continued to plowing him, the manly meat mangling his insides. He couldn’t feel his guts anymore, disrupted and dislodged from their places. He couldn’t even cry as his voice had gone hoarse, and his tears had dried up. He simply layed there limply while they all took pictures and recorded the scene before them. Jaune, had decided he was going to take and keep Whitley as his own, and as much as he wanted to fight back… the moment he felt the first rush of seed fill his insides from the back end, he knew that his life was over.

When Jaune pulled out of Whitley’s gaping ass, thick streams of seed pulled, painting his white form even whiter as it dripped splashing onto the carpet beneath. The extra spurts that erupted from Jaune’s still hard cock, slathered Whitley’s young femine back, coating him in a nice glaze. “PHew~ Going to have a lot of fun training him.”

He placed a gentle kiss against Weiss, “Thanks for the gift~”

“Anytime~”

#forced feminized #Whitley Schnee #Jaune Arc

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bubble4u · 2 years

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Taiju HATES living with his brother

@aasouthteranoswife @mianavs @bontensucker @novaresque @festive @danni-k

He knows he's changed and he knows it's been a minute since he's seen his siblings but DAMN, he should've slammed the door in hakkai face the day he came asking if he could stay with him for a bit. Hakkai 2 months turned into a year and fuck does it test taiju patience. Hakkai isn't dirty but Jesus he isn't clean either and he prays and prays SOMONEor SOMETHING save his brother cause he's about to lose it.

Thankfully taiju prayers were answered in the form of a person. You met hakkai when you were walking home late at night from a shift that you were called in for and you didn't realize it at first but you were being followed and when it did dawn on you that's when haklai stepped in "hey babe! There you are I was wondering when you were coming home I figured I'd meet you halfway" you were internally screaming thank you to him but you had to play along "y-yeah I'm sorry it was hectic at work" you two walked hand in hand while hakkai looked back briefly and saw that the person walked another direction to avoid the taller intimidating looking man.

My God were you perfect you kept hakkai in check you helped around the house when you came over and..... you sounded so delicious when you moaned and whimpered. Taiju felt embarrassed at first when he heard you and his brother he just rushed back out the door to give yall another hour and he'll come back later. But damn was it sinful, he won't admit it but sometimes he'll pretend it bothers him and mention it to hakkai and everytime he'd hear you try to be more hush but you'd still be so loud and he knows when it slightly muffled its either you covering your mouth or his brother trying to cover your mouth.

He's jacked off to your screams he won't lie apart of him wishes it was his cock you were bouncing on but he's not gonna break up what little thing you and his brother got going on. Is it hard for him? Yes. Will he find randoms who resemble you a bit? Yes and even if they don't he can always fuck them doggy style and close his eyes. He has no shame and he shouldn't be like this but fuck was it hard he's sure after a few days he'll get over whatever feeling this is and go back to his normal self.

When he came back one day he noticed a different person and was slightly confused where did you go? Did something happen to you? He heard hakkai phone go off and even though he shouldn't he eavesdrop on his brothers conversation. "Look I said I'm not ready ok you want serious things and I dont.... No it's not about them... Really you're gonna bring that up.... Fuck if I would've known you were gonna be this pain in the ass I would've just left your ass back to get fucking attacked when we first met" then silence taiju assumed he hung up on you then the other person giggled a bit "sounds like someone got a sad puppy" hakkai tch'ed "whatever let's go I'm pissed and I need to fuck" taiju heard them get up and head to hakkai room.

Taiju HATES living with his brother.

but he doesn't mind anymore

Not when your fucking yourself on taijus dick

And hakkai can hear it

#taiju shiba #tokyo revengers taiju #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers hakkai #hakkai shiba

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gotnofucks · 4 years

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What’s Your Escape

Pairing: dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, smut, harassment, jealousy, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Spoilers for Enola Holmes

MASTERLIST

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It was your duty to make sure that the young miss could escape quietly. You put extra padding on her shoes and made sure the mud outside the window was spongy. She would need something strong and long to climb down from here, so you sew together a few old curtains to make a rope and put them in the chest in her room. If she follows the plan, she will leave, and none will be the wiser. You hoped she would make it back before noon, or you’d have to answer the masters of the house why their sister was missing.

You liked living here before the brothers returned. Things used to be fun at the Holmes ancestral manor before Mycroft and Sherlock returned after their mother’s disappearance. You would have thought they will leave after bringing back Enola under their roof, but they seemed to have reconnected with their roots and to your displeasure stayed.

Eudoria Holmes had hired you as a second housekeeper after Mrs. Lane started getting up in the years. Or well, that’s the story she told everyone else. Eudoria had rescued you from a life of abject poverty, brought you to her estate and given you a roof and work. She saw in you a fire that she claimed would light the way for many women to come. You had trained with Enola since childhood under her mother’s direction, but you were more mentally skilled. While Enola could jujitsu her way out of a situation, you could read a person, manipulate them into letting you go. Together, you both made the best team.

Everything changed when Eudoria disappeared. You knew one of you had to stay here to keep an eye on the Holmes brothers, so you helped Enola escape while you stayed. You didn’t think anyone would suspect you had a hand in her daring getaway, but then you hadn’t met Sherlock Holmes before. Since the morning Enola was missing, his eyes followed you like a bloodhound’s to meat. You could feel them, the weight of his gaze heavy on you. If you would look up and catch him, he would get an irritable look on his face, like he’s stuck trying to undo a knot for a while.

You were glad when he left the Holmes Manor for London to search for his sister soon enough. His looks made you antsy and you had to bite your tongue on various occasions to set him straight. For years you had lived unrestrained with Eudoria, and suddenly being thrust back into your duties as a housekeeper proved to be more difficult than ever. More so now that Enola was back as Sherlock’s ward.

Things could have gone back to normal for it seemed Sherlock was more liberal than Mycroft when it came to their sister. Yet, he was a man of society. Intelligent as he may think her to be, he was still of the mind that she must marry a suitable gentleman, after which she could frolic wherever she wished. It fell on you to help Enola escape the Manor, to go away for a few precious hours at night to spread her wings and breath freely. You’d been doing so for nearly a month and every night your exploits had gone without a hitch.

You’d just seen her down the curtain rope, waving to her from the window as she climbed atop her bicycle and rode away into the dark. You sighed, wishing you could perhaps go too. But you owed a great debt to both the Holmes woman, and you would continue to serve them as long as they would desire.

“Would you like me to help you climb down?” Said a voice behind you and you turned suddenly, clutching the windowsill to support yourself. Sherlock leaned against the doorframe, his curls slightly mussed.

“Mr. Holmes” You breathed, heart hammering unevenly in your chest. Your first thought was that your secret was out, and Enola would be made to marry a stupid man while you’ll be thrown on the streets. He walked languidly towards you, wearing a robe that stretched over his bulky frame. For a man so huge, he carried himself with a lot of grace. Stopping a few feet from you, his eyes followed the rope that dangled out the window and a smile tugged at his lips.

“I’d wondered why she looked so tired every day, and why you spent so much time doing her laundry. The mud must be difficult to get off, hmm?” He asked, his hand pulling out his pipe from his pocket that he deftly lit and popped in his mouth.

You didn’t answer him, watching him, deciphering him. He was a mystery to you because he was so open. Unlike others he didn’t wear a mask of polite diplomacy, his disdain for things was expressed in no uncertain terms and he rarely bothered hiding his true thoughts. While you could outsmart a liar, talk a stupid person into doing what you want without them realizing, you had a hard time reading Sherlock Holmes. He had little need to lie unless it was for a case and he was certainly not stupid.

He stared at you for a long time, smoke drifting from his pipe while you refused to cower under his gaze. His lips twitched in amusement, eyes raking over your form before finding yours and he took a step forward.

“You are good at hiding I must say. Almost perfect in fact, but these eyes, they give you away. Your tongue drips with honey while your eyes burn with fire and ice. If someone knows where to look, your game will be over before it begins.”

“And what are you looking for Mr. Holmes?” You asked.

He set his pipe down before coming close enough to brush his front against yours. You stiffened slightly, feeling his hand going around your waist.

“I’m looking for a reason.” He whispered, his hand catching hold of the rope behind you as he started pulling. You stayed between him and the window ledge, staring into his eyes, his knuckles grazing your back occasionally until he pulled in the entire rope. Letting it fall on the ground, he almost bumped into you when he leaned forward to shut the windowpanes behind you. His breath was on your face and you resisted the urge to dash away from him.

“You need to leave” You said at last. Sherlock shook his head, arms resting on either side of you now. He breathed deeply, taking you in. His blue eyes, one with the slightest tinge of brown gleamed at you. Only a faint light came from the candlestand in the corner now that the windows were closed, and you saw reflected in his eyes an emotion you were entirely unfamiliar with. Desire.

He leaned forward, his one errant curl tickling your forehead and you felt his breath on your mouth. Your hands shot out, pushing against his chest.

“Leave, now.” You said, sharp and commanding.

“Make me”

You gulped, the intimacy of a man not something you were used to. He was too large to even think of physically getting away. You must, like he said, make him go away.

“I can’t get you to leave, but if you stand at the end of the hall, I can convince you to come to me.”

His eyes lit with intrigue, a most sensual smile tugging at his lips. You were doing what he loved the most. Playing a game.

“And what if you cannot?” He asked. You met his eyes head on, not an ounce of fear in yours.

“Then you can have what you so clearly want.”

You could almost call his grin boyish, an excitement taking over his features as he finally pushed away from you. He cocked his head at you, appraising you as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He nodded, turned around and walked out of the door and stood at the end of the hall. He spread his arms as if to say, your move.

Your feet carried you across the room, measured stride that gave away nothing.

“I think the deal was for you to make me come to you.” Sherlock remarked as he saw you walking forward.

“It is” You stated before quickly taking hold of the door and pulling it shut. You had a brief glimpse of the shock on his face, then heard his feet thundering as he ran towards you but by then you had locked the door and rested against it.

His fists hit the wood and for a moment you were convinced he would break it down. But then you heard his chuckle, like he was proud to have been played as such.

“I’ll come back for you” He said aloud, and his feet retreated while you sank down on the floor. Your heart was loud in your ears and hands slightly trembling. Maybe its time you brushed up on your jujitsu.

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Sherlock let Enola leave every night, giving no impression he knew what she was up to during the day. She was far too happy (and sleepy) to give it much thought and the days went by as normal. Or well, maybe not for you.

If you thought he was looking at you before, it was nothing as compared to now. He was everywhere, watching you from the corners when you cooked and cleaned. You were glad for other people’s presence in the Manor, for you feared being alone with him. Each night, the moment Enola climbed down you would shut the door to her room, sleeping there. You couldn’t risk making the journey across to your own chambers. That was a risk you weren’t willing to take.

“Mr. Kennedy would be over for dinner tonight. Make the necessary arrangements” Mycroft told you at breakfast. You nodded, dreading the extra hours of cooking you’ll have to do. Thank god Mrs. Lane was still well enough to bear most of the burden. Sherlock’s eyes as usual were on you and you wondered how no one noticed.

“Do you still have mother’s favorite infusion?” He asked you and you nodded. Eudoria will not be happy with them taking liberties with her stuff, but you weren’t about to argue. “Get me some, please.”

“Of course, Mr. Holmes” You sped away, grateful to be away from his company. You always loved the storeroom where Eudoria kept her infusions. A sweet smell of herbs along with polish permeated the air and it warmed you from within. You tinkered with the numerous jars that littered the shelves, dust coating them for they haven’t been touched in months. You were rummaging in one of the upper shelves when you heard the door behind you shut and you turned to see Sherlock turning the key to lock it.

“Are you done running away from me?” He asked, putting the key in his jacket. The room was just a small storeroom, crammed with different knickknacks everywhere. Sherlock’s body seemed to take all the space in the room, and you felt claustrophobic. He only needed to take another step to close the distance between you and you stumbled into the shelf behind you, jars clinking against each other.

“What do you want?” You asked, feeling both irritated and anxious.

“You’re smart enough to figure that out by now.” He said and took that step forward, bringing you chest to chest. You wished you’d worn a corset which would have provided an extra layer of protection. All your training with Eudoria had not prepared you for her son. He smelled like the pipe he smoked and the rich musk of ink and parchment. You tried not to breath too deeply.

“Mr. Holmes, this is most inappropriate.” You chided and he breathed out a laugh. His face neared yours and his eyes held yours in a way that you couldn’t look away if you wanted to.

“You intrigue me like no other. The restraint you have…You’re a burning match and I keep creeping closer and though you threaten to burn me you’d much rather smother your flame. Why?”

His words heated you, a tingling starting in your belly as you shook from the force of him. His finger raised slowly, very slowly to your cheek and you turned your face right before he could touch.

“How will you get out this time? What’s your escape?”

He was so smug and amused you very nearly growled at him. Your eyes took in the room, trying to see how you can get out of here. He was blocking the only exit with the key in his jacket. As established previously, physically fighting him was not an option. You thought about it and finally turned to look at him.

“I propose a challenge” You said, and he grinned like it was just what he was waiting for. “You hide that key anywhere in this room while I shut my eyes. If I find it, you let me leave.”

He leaned even closer, close enough for his nose to graze your head.

“And what if you don’t?”

“Then you can have what you so clearly want.”

He pulled back and produced a handkerchief from his pocket that he offered to tie on your eyes. You took it and did it yourself. You’d rather he not touch you at all. You could hear the shuffling of his feat, slight movements to your left and then the clinking sound of metal hitting an object. He gave you the go ahead and you took off the blindfold.

You looked around carefully, examining every surface and box and jar. Your keen eyes judging what was moved from its position. One glass jar to the far right caught your eye and you almost went to pick it up before you stopped. You titled your head, looking at Sherlock who seemed to be observing you most intently. To his surprise, you stepped towards him and placed a hand on his chest, moving it until you reached the pocket in the inner lining of his jacket and found the key.

His eyes were wide, both aroused and impressed.

“How?” He asked and you smiled a little at his fascination.

“I almost went for the jar, that was the only one with fingerprints marking the dust layer. But then I noticed your jacket which had dust stain too. You dropped the key in there but put it back in your pocket, not wiping your dusty hands.” You explained.

His arms caged you before you could blink, holding your body to his and mouth at your ear.

“No, you said you’d let me leave!” You protested. His warmth was seeping inside you, smell overpowering your nostrils and you pushed.

“I have never wanted a woman more in my life. I’ll let you leave, but only because I know I will have you. Go now before I am tempted more than ever.” He released you and you unlocked the door, stumbling outside and running away without looking back.

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Two months, that’s how long you held him off with the power of your brain alone. He would corner you and you would play a game of wits. Every time you had escaped, sometimes narrowly, but it all changed this night.

You didn’t know what was happening until Sherlock almost drove his fork into the tabletop. He was positively seething, eyes glaring at Mycroft’s colleague who was over for dinner. It was not until he turned those eyes on you did you understand what had him on edge. Mr. Shephardson had referred to you as ‘my dear’ and ‘sweet girl’ multiple times now, and with each new endearment Sherlock’s fist clenched harder until you worried he’ll dig his fingers in his own palm.

You shrugged away his glare and continued serving, smiling at the man old enough to be your father. It was not like you cloud go, just turn away and leave, it was your job to be kind and serve the guests. It was one of the longest dinners of your life, one that left you utterly uncomfortable and confused. The guests departed and you were left alone to clean the table. You had just started stacking the plates together when Sherlock marched towards you, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Ten minutes, my room. Don’t make me drag you” He warned and went away as quickly as he had come. You shivered slightly and moved your hands faster, collecting the dishes, and putting them in the kitchen for a wash. You had no idea what he wanted, but he was angry enough that you wouldn’t push his boundaries. You wiped the table next, legs jittery as you knew time was running out. Finally, you rearranged the chairs and put away your apron before climbing the stairs to make you way towards Sherlock’s room. You were halfway up when he came thundering down himself, almost colliding with you.

“I was just –” You started speaking but he cut you off by lifting you in his arms and making his way up. You bounced in his arms as he climbed the steps, his jaw clenched in anger.

“I told you I’ll drag you myself if you don’t make it on time.” He snarled and you were too shocked to make a noise until you were in his rooms and the door was shut and locked behind you. You had to admit you were afraid of him then, his chest heaving in anger as a vein pulsed in his temple. He stalked towards you, removing his jacket as he came and you nervously moved back.

“Mr. Holmes please –”

He cut you off again, voice sharp and so commanding your knees knocked together.

“Say my name. Now”

You gaped at him, unsure what was happening. Here you thought it would be another tedious game between you two, but the mischievous glint had disappeared from his eyes. They were dark like a thundering sky, boiling over with rolling clouds.

“Say my fucking name now!”

“Sherlock!” You yelped, your eyes wildly looking for a way out. He was not himself. This is not the man you wanted to be left alone with for even a minute. But he had different ideas and he crowded you against the wall, assuming his favorite position in front of you with his arms acting as a cage.

“Say it again.” He ordered right in your face, voice dark and slow.

“Sherlock” You whispered and saw some of his anger leave him. One of his hands reach out to tangle in your hair and pulled you forward, your lips a hairsbreadth away from his when you started struggling. “No, no Sherlock. Please don’t” you pleaded.

He was so close you could make out every detail of his face, you could taste his breath on your tongue.

“You had a jolly time smiling at that man tonight, yes?” He seethed and you shook your head. You didn’t know he’d get so angry and jealous.

“It is my job” You argued and his arm tightened around you, squeezing until you were sure you’d be bruised tomorrow.

“I am your job!” He said and pushed away from you. “Name your challenge. Tell me how you’ll escape from me today.”

From the look on his face, you didn’t think he’d let you leave anywhere. Your eyes shifted from one place to another, wondering what you could do to get away from here. Fear permeated the air, making you lightheaded. You finally spotted his small safe hidden in the corner of the room.

“If I can open that safe you let me leave.”

“And if you don’t?”

You gulped audibly before answering. It was a question frequently asked and just as frequently answered.

“Then you can have what you so clearly want”

He smiled a satisfactory smile, moving away to sit on his bed. You forced your legs to move, inspecting every inch of the safe. It was small in size, golden in colour and had a very distinctive keyhole. You surmised that the key must also be golden, small going by the size of the safe and if you looked at the keyhole carefully, it must be sleek too to fit inside.

You made a mental tally of where he could keep the key in the room. But before that, you thought about what Sherlock Holmes would keep in a safe. It must be very valuable going by how expensive the safe itself looked, and if it were valuable then he would not just leave the key laying around in his room. He had only just returned to the manor after a long absence, things had changed behind him. He was once again living with his brother who he hardly trusted. There was only one logical place he would keep the key then.

“Please stand up” You said to him and he did, coming to stand before you. You tried not to look in his eyes as you scanned his body, thinking where he might have put the key because you were sure it was on his person. He had removed his jacket, leaving him in his shirt and pants. You took in every part of him and finally plucked the pen from his pocket. On its cap was a golden clip that you broke away and took with triumph towards the safe.

You inserted the clip into the keyhole, and it entered smoothly and your grin widened. You threw a smug look at Sherlock over your shoulder and turned it, but it didn’t move. Frowning, you put more force into it and tried to turn it. It stayed stuck.

His laughter made you freeze, and you let the clip fall from your hands. You faced him ashen faced, eyes wide and fearful. He took his time coming to you, victory sparking in his eyes. You corrected your posture, hoping you have wiped away every ounce of fear from your face. You weren’t about to let him gloat over you.

“I’ve told you before, you can hide very well but your eyes are your undoing. You can’t hide your heart from me when it shines so bright from behind your eyes.”

His hand took yours and slowly slid it down his chest until it rested on his buckle.

“Right before your eyes, had you been daring enough to see.” He said and you saw on his belt buckle a golden key. You looked at him and saw heat in his eyes, heat and desire that scared you more than anything. You left behind your rational thinking and made a run for it, rattling his door before he came behind you and hauled you up by your waist, throwing your body on his bed.

“You can’t break the rules of the game. When you won, I let you leave, now that I won, I’ll take what I want.”

He climbed over you, straddling your lower half as his hands sank in your hair and finally pulled you into a kiss. His lips folded over yours, kneading yours gently before his tongue probed inside to taste you. You wiggled in his hold, his passion burning you as you tried to come to terms with the situation. He was not brutal in his ministrations and coaxed a response from you, your lips moving against his on their own. You let out a soft moan, which made him sag against you.

“I’ve waited so long to have you, to have you burn me in your fire. Tell me why, for I can’t figure it out. Tell me why you suppress the storm that I know howls inside you.”

His eyes were open, urging you to talk about a part of you that you buried under layers. His let his fingers massage your head, and you sobbed. Even pinned under him, held down with his weight, his words were heavier to bear. He wanted a reason. Your reason. Right now, in the position you were in, with your heart thumping away in your chest, you couldn’t keep it in.

“If I go out to live my life, your sister can’t live hers. I owe everything to her and Eudoria, and if I have to sacrifice all my dreams to make hers come true, I’ll do it over and over again.”

His lips were on yours before you were even done, hands working to rid you of your dress. You resisted, a protest on your tongue.

“Please, don’t. I can’t, not this way.” You beg and he pulls away but only to discard his own shirt.

“I will not wait any longer. I will make you mine, I’ll have you tonight. No questions asked.”

How he managed to remove the dress from your squirming body you didn’t know but you lay before him more exposed than any man or even woman had ever seen you. Parts of you hidden under layers of cloth for years had become bare before his gaze and he revered them with his hands and mouth. Your back arched once his mouth sucked on your nipple, causing a deep heat to pool between your thighs. You squeezed your legs closed but he pried them apart, his already huge body looking ginormous as he nestled between them.

“I am going to taste you and I will claim you. It will happen, no matter what.”

He made good on his promise, bringing you incomprehensible pleasure with his tongue on your most sensitive region, making slurping noises that could make a street woman blush. You don’t remember when you ceased struggling, when your hands pulled instead of pushed. You panted for him, ached for him.

When he entered you, it was a pain the likes of which you had never experienced before. The stretch was uncomfortable, your legs trembling as you cried. Sherlock shushed you, promising it will be better soon. With every thrust the pain lessened and when he started teasing the nub between your legs you finally moved past the pain to focus on the pleasure. You were sobbing in need, begging him for something you didn’t even know what. He knew. He saw in your eyes what your mouth couldn’t say and gave you what your body desired.

You shattered below him, falling apart in a million pieces and he gathered you back into his arms, putting you together one kiss at a time. He was nearing his limit, hips pumping into you and your eyes rolled.

“After tonight, no more escaping. You’ll be mine, completely.” He vowed and you felt the warmth of his seed fill you. You lay beneath him, sweaty and battered, tear stained face anguished at what just happened.

Sherlock pressed kisses along your throat and chest, marking you.

“You never have to smother your flames from now one. You can burn as bright as you want, you can soar as high as you want. I will make all your dreams come true. You won’t just be a housekeeper. You’ll be the mistress of this Manor. I’m going to keep you, forever.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: you and alec hated each other — or at least, pretended to in front of everyone. behind the scenes, however, you two are insanely in love with each other

pairings: alec lightwood x male reader

warnings → fluff & nsfw・swearing・fake arguments・make-out session・blowjob・anal penetration・slight possessive alec

a/n: please i didn’t mean for this to be short nsfw but my fingers moved on its own✋😭 it was supposed to be just cute, fluffy and sweet💀

“you can’t tell me that it wasn’t your fault we failed our mission today.” alec’s voice boomed in the institute as soon as all of you got home, irritation clear in his tone.

rolling your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips. you really don’t want to do this right now after that particularly bad, failed mission — a bunch of female mundanes swarmed over you while on duty, disturbing you and making you unable to guard over the demons that were wrecking havoc on that club itself. those females were a distraction; they wanted to get into your pants, thirty for some love from a incredibly good-looking man like you.

deciding not to deal with his crap as isabelle and jace scolded alec, you went to walk pass him before being stopped quickly with a grab on your arm. “i really don’t want to do this right now, lightwood.” you immediately said after turning around, refusing to let him talk first. “i feel responsible of this mission as much as it’s hard to believe that, and i don’t want you constantly nagging me about it.”

“as you should.” he retorts with the same cold, emotionless face he always plastered on. “and of course, i will nag you about it, it was an important mission! we got to kill those demons but we didn’t get to find out their intention.”

you scrunched your brows together, “why didn’t you ask any of them when those mundanes were crowding over me? i’m sure you had plenty of chances.” eyes glinting with suspicion, you stepped forward towards him. “or maybe you just didn’t want to do anything so you could frame me on the failed mission.” you accused.

alec’s brows furrowed and his lips curved upside down in a frown at that. he narrowed his eyes, offended and upset. “you’re accusing me now? great, (y/n)! of course, you would find a way to accuse me somehow!” he exclaimed sarcastically.

you scoff and rolled your eyes, done with his bullshit before storming off the heart of the institute towards your room.

“seriously, alec?” isabelle gives her brother a look, hands resting on her hips, but all the male lightwood did was glare at her and storm off as well.

she didn’t know why you and alec are always on each other’s throats; it’s almost as if you’d kill each other when left alone together, there isn’t even any clear reason you two should hate each other yet you still do. it’s probably because of the feud between maryse and your mother, but even then, she still did not understand. in her eyes, alec was longing for your touches and just you in general, yet he’s pushing you away. isabelle has been wanting the both of you to get along — though, it might be the hardest one to achieve.

jace and clary glanced at each other, knowing how she feels about this whole feud thing. “they’ll come around soon, izzy.” the former comforts, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“yeah, let’s just believe in them.” clary joins, taking up the space opposite jace. “you know what they say; the more you hate, the more you love. who knows? they might actually get along someday.” she tried her best to cheer up, which worked miraculously as isabelle reveals a smile.

perhaps, she should be patient as the universe works in its own wonderful ways. all these small, petty arguments are getting tiring and she just hopes something will change for the better.

walking down the hallway leading up to your room, alec looks around first cautiously and makes sure no one’s witnessing anything before eventually stopping in front of your door.

it was already unlocked, with you peeking from the tiny bit of space between, grinning up at him. alec smiled and assured you there was no one around, which made you open the door wide and pull him in. giggling together, he closed the door behind him and made sure to lock it as you captured his lips on yours, cupping his face with both hands.

he smiled into the kiss, moving to wrap his arms around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck, pulling each other close. feeling a gentle squeeze on your butt, you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around him, alec not missing a beat to catch you. with lips still attached together, alec moved to sit on the bed, his hands beginning to roam around your body. breaking the kiss to catch your breath, he took it as an opportunity to run his lips and tongue across your neck, licking, sucking and biting. you moaned, tilting your head back to give him more access.

“alec...” you whimpered breathlessly as he sucked harshly on your skin, creating a pretty visible hickey. “they will- don’t make one where they can see it.” complaining, you slipped your fingers through his soft hair but didn’t stop him from continuing his work.

he hums, the vibration making you shiver. “you can always cover it, (y/n). i know you like it when i leave my mark on you.” he mumbled against your skin, tightening his hold. a moan once again leaves your lips when he bit on your sweet spot, the blissful sound making him groan and slip his hand in the back of your pants. “you know today was not your fault, right?” he suddenly whispers, staring into your (e/c) eyes that never failed to make him lost.

you stared back at his hazel eyes, nodding your head and resting your forehead against his. “of course, darling. i never meant anything i’ve said either.”

this is always what you did — argue, act like enemies, be nasty, throw insults at one another, speak with distaste in the front, but once behind the closed doors, you apologize to each other and make sure the other didn’t take it to their heart, as well as show love, so you’d be reassured of everything.

alec smiles, his eyes shining with admiration and love. oh, how angelic he looked with that smile of his. only you could see him so soft.

“truth is, i couldn’t ask the demons because i was focused on you.” he admitted, looking down for a second before returning his gaze on you. “those mundanes,” distaste filled his tone at the mention of those creature, “had no right to touch you like that. acting like you’d sleep with them, be their man.” his lips pouted at the thought as jealousy clouded his chest.

chuckling, you pecked his lips when found his jealousy cute. “alec, darling, you know i’m only gonna do that with you. i’m completely yours.” talking with a loving tone, your fingers played with his hair that always made him feel good.

alec smiled in fondness and gently pulled you by the back of your head, capturing your lips in yet another heated kiss. you bit on his bottom lip, erupting a groan from him as he pushed the jacket off of your shoulders, it falling on the floor along with your black shirt. alec only ever broke the kiss when he removed his jacket and shirt, and quickly smashed his lips back on yours, tongue slipping in smoothly and exploring your mouth, fighting against your own wet muscle for dominance.

he then flipped you both to lay your back on the soft mattress, never breaking the kiss as his hand ran across your chest and abs, tracing every bit of your body. you moaned into the kiss when he palmed your cock through the thick layer of pants.

“mhm, alec...” calling his name breathlessly, you unconsciously buckled your hips onto his hand, trying to get some sort of stimulation.

alec groaned in arousal at your reaction, quickly unzipping your pants and tugging it off of you along with your boxers. a cool of air hit your manhood as soon as it was released, making you shiver, eyes closing in response.

the lightwood took his time to admire you completely; your eyes glistening with lust, lips swollen from all the kissing, chest rising up and down with every breath you take, fully naked, presenting yourself to him without shame or hesitation. no matter how many times he looked at every part of you, you never ceased to take his breath away. it was sort of amusing, how even after all this time you still have him wrapped around your finger and willingly refusing to ever unwrap.

god, he’s so lucky to have you.

alec starts kissing your chest downwards slowly until it reached your hard erection, laying a peck on the tip which had you twitching. giving your tip a kitten lick, his hand pumped your cock painfully slow as you whimpered. he licked off the dripping precum before fully taking you in, the walls of his mouth rubbing against your shaft making you moan and throw your head back, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. he didn’t stop until he took all the way in and starts to bob his head upwards and backwards, twirling his wet muscle skillfully on your shaft while doing so, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you like a tsunami as an uncontrollable moans escaped your lips. “fuck, alec! t-that feels so good.” you praised, arching your back to get more stimulation.

alec kept you in place with his hands as he continued sucking you off, the bulge in his pants implying his intense arousal upon the delicious sight in front of him. his cock was painfully hard underneath that thick fabric.

saliva as well as your precum dripped his chin, but he couldn’t careless as he only wanted you to feel amazing. and indeed, you were feeling just that.

he could see your legs quiver in the corner of his eyes. you were close, he could feel it by your cock twitching and pulsating in his mouth. an all too familiar feeling builds in the pit of your stomach as tears blurred your vision, your mind reminding you how close you are to your climax. “ohhh, fuck! alec! i’m close- aghhh!”

“cum for me, (y/n).” alec speaks, and although it was muffled due to your cock still buried between his lips, you understood. he fastened his pace, slowly sending you over the edge until finally, you let out a loud moan of his name as white seeds shoots out from your cock in his mouth. your hips jerked while you ride out your orgasm, his lips still wrapped around the manhood in an attempt to swallow everything that spills out of it.

he then released your cock from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and hovered above your panting body again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. you could taste yourself along with his saliva as your wet muscles danced together lazily.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips after feeling how painfully hard he was and finally moved to remove the rest of his clothes, pants and boxers altogether — his hard-on springing up as he released a relieved sigh from the freeness. his pants were getting too tight with his as-hard-as-a-rock manhood inside.

“alec,” you breathlessly called, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “go ahead and put it in. i want you now.”

“but without preparation-”

“it will hurt, i know.” you cut him off, giving him an assuring look. “we did it yesterday, it’ll be okay. please, just fuck me right now,” you placed your lips just above his ear, “show me those mundanes aren’t better than you.”

“you really...” he growled. you really knew how to rile him up.

without a warning, he slammed his cock into you in just one go and ripped out a scream from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sudden feeling of being filled with his thick shaft.

thrusting his hips, alec groaned at the warm feeling of your tight hole around him and kissed your collarbone to muffle his own noises while his ears are blessed with your constant whines, moans and whimpers.

“shit, ah! alec! more!” you desperately whined, hips moving on its own to meet with his rhythmic thrust.

“fuck, (y/n)...” he grunted right into your ear, making you shudder.

his pace was fast and rough as he fucked you mercilessly into the mattress while leaving hickeys everywhere he can, angling his thrust so he’d perfectly hit your prostate. “you’re only mine. no mundanes, or shadowhunters, or downworlders can get to lay their hands on you but me. i’m the only one who get to fuck you like this...” his words went straight to your already hard-enough cock, arousing you even further.

it’s always hot whenever alec gets possessive over you, and you loved that.

“oh my god, alec— right there!” you moaned, now tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. his thrust starts to get sloppy as both of you near the edge, you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside your hole.

it took three harsh and hard thrust to completely throw you off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, loud moans that sounded almost like a scream erupting from your throat, back arching and body squirming underneath him as white loads shoots out again from your manhood, landing on your exposed chest and stomach, cumming hard. your walls tightened around him while you cum and that was enough for alec to spill his hot seed inside you, filling you up good like always.

pulling out, he collapsed on the bed beside you, catching your breath together and slowly calming down from your high. “great thing your room is soundproof.” alec comments, making you both chuckle.

“yeah, that’s one thing i love about this room.” you laughed and he did as well before pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest, listening to his even and rhythmic heartbeat.

cleaning up can wait tomorrow. for now, you two wanted to cuddle up with each other knowing there has to be a lot of pretending again.

jace, isabelle, clary and magnus all sat exasperated on the couch as they watch you and alec go back and fourth over the cup and valentine, both arguing and insulting each other for about an hour now.

it’s a usual day, with you and alec hating the other using the sharpness of your tongues, but they were getting tired of this constant bickering and slight sexual tension that always rose in the air.

magnus had just recently discovered your hatred for each other and at first he found it amusing, but that soon turned into boredom when it became an occasional sight for him. though, he can admit that your tongue is sharper than alec’s and he’s impressed by that.

“valentine is a shadowhunter, alright? he’d be able to get the cup from here.” you argued, giving the lightwood a pointed look.

alec folded his arms, “not if we guard it.”

you raised your brows and a ‘really?’ look crossed your face. “have you forgotten that he killed thousands of shadowhunters and downworlders, or did you become so old that your memory gaps is getting worse?” he shot you a death glare at that, not liking the tone you use on him.

“okay so,” clary stands up, “why don’t you both just calm down and figure this out in a friendly way?” you and alec snapped your gaze towards her, eyes practically sending daggers. she held her hands up, “or maybe not. but can’t you just... uh- not fight, for once?”

“not my problem he’s irritating.” you retorted with arms folded above your chest.

alec rolled his eyes, “well, not my problem either that he’s annoying.” he exclaimed while his index finger pointed at you.

“you two look like an old married couple.” isabelle comments with a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. you and alec froze in your places and looked at her with unreadable expression before turning back at each other.

it felt good hearing that, since you two are dating.

the conversation were interrupted when maryse approaches, her hands fiddling with each other and a nervous look on her face.

you sighed, stepping away to walk out, but maryse quickly stops you when you walked pass her. “stay, please. this involves you, too.” confusion laced your face at that, but didn’t say anything as you stepped back.

“i know that the feud between (y/n)’s mother and i have caused some troubles within you, and we’re very sorry for that. we decided... it’s better to forget what happened between us rather than drag it down and have it affect all of you.” she turned around and gestured for someone to come, your mother walking up to her, their hand intertwining in a friendly manner as smiles coated their faces.

surprise filled everyone’s face, brows raising. “wait, does this mean you two are friends now?” isabelle asked.

your mother smiled, nodding her head. “we had a genuine conversation last night and found out we had more similarities than we thought we would.”

jace, clary and isabelle smiled at one another while magnus sipped on his drink, feeling quite happy for them. this meant you and alec had no reason to hate each other.

“so this isn’t a joke? you’re not pretending?” you asked, suspicion on both yours and alec’s face. they shook their heads and smiled.

you stared at them before turning to alec who looked back at you, silently conversing.

finally, a sigh leaves his lips as you simultaneously looked at the two mothers with a smile. “that’s a great news, mother. i hope you have fun together.” he congratulates, smiling. “now, (y/n) and i have somewhere else to go. i assume there won’t be any missions for today.”

surprise looks coated everyone’s faces and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you intertwined your hand with his. you waved at them, alec beginning to drag you two away.

“hold on a second, where are you going? and what does that mean?” jace quickly asked, pointing at your intertwined hands after he stood up from the couch.

“isn’t it obvious?” alec gives him a look, “we’re going on a date. now, make an effort not to interrupt us.” he continued to pull you.

“have fun with mom, mrs. lightwood!” you said with a smile before disappearing out with alec.

everyone still looked shocked.

“well, that took a turn.” magnus smirked, drinking his tequila.

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