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— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ?

➺ PAIRING: lee heeseung x female reader

➺ GENRE: stepbrother au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: the story of how your stepbrother’s girlfriend realizes her boyfriend has never really been hers.

➺ CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, possessiveness, heeseung can lift reader, cucking kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f), oral sex (f), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, creampies

➺ WC: 4.6k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

A lot of people find your relationship with your stepbrother cute. How could they not? He’s always so doting and protective like a real brother would be. In spite of being only slightly older, Heeseung takes on a very important role in your life. He constantly goes out of his way to take care of you, making sure you have anything you could possibly need.

Heeseung’s girlfriend never thought too much about the relationship between you two. It was natural that he took the naive college freshman under his wing and constantly had you by his side. Mina found it endearing, actually. The way he worried about you like a mother hen who wasn’t ready for her young chick to go into the world alone is adorable and a good sign. After dating so many inconsiderate losers, she thinks she’s finally chosen the right guy.

But somewhere along the way, Mina starts to grow tired of it. Time has gone by, and you’re no longer a naive freshman who can’t get around without her boyfriend’s help. Of course family is important, but it’s not like you’re entirely helpless. And yet, that’s exactly the way Heeseung acts. He’s always ready to drop everything when you need him. On several humiliating occasions, he’s even left her half naked on his bed just to go to you because you bought something you couldn’t figure out how to put together, or because you wanted to hang out with him.

It’s hard for Mina to admit that she’s a little jealous. Especially because it all seems so ridiculous. There’s no way her boyfriend actually wants you like that. But as time goes on, she thinks that maybe she’s not all that crazy. Especially with the affectionate way her boyfriend looks at you. Despite all this, Mina doesn’t say anything. At least, not until Heeseung starts to bring you along to what were meant to be dates.

“Babe, why do you keep bringing your stepsister? i thought we were going on a date?” It’s hard for her to not sound bitter and annoyed.

“Her roommate is going to visit her parents, and I don’t want Y/N to be alone.” His tone is kind and gentle like always, but it’s also firm and leaves no room for arguments.

What’s worse is that Mina can’t bring herself to hate or blame you. In a way, she understands why her boyfriend is always so concerned about you. You’re so nice and trusting that it would be way too easy for someone to take advantage of that. There’s also the fact that you’ve been more than willing to let them have some alone time, but Heeseung never lets you leave.

It’s all so strange and frustrating that Mina feels like she has to take matters into her own hands. So she does.

The key to Heeseung letting you go is getting you a boyfriend—or at least getting you to start dating. It’s easy enough to find a guy who’s interested in you. That’s never been a problem for you, and all it takes is her showing your picture to the cute guy in her communications class for her plan to fall into place. As luck would have it, you’re also into meeting the guy and going out with him.

Little did Mina know, setting you up with him would be a mistake that would cost her everything.

On the night you’re meant to meet up with her classmate, Mina excitedly goes to her boyfriend’s apartment. It’s been a long time since she got to be alone with Heeseung, and she was going to make the most of it.

She’s dressed in tiny tank top and a cute little skirt that Heeseung loves—it barely hides the lingerie she’s wearing underneath. Mina quietly lets herself into her boyfriend’s apartment using her spare key. Quietly, she tiptoes to his room only to find the door wide open. What she doesn’t expect is to find you sitting on his the edge of bed while Heeseung kneels in front of you.

Mina feels like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on her as his pretty hands rub your soft thighs. You look incredible, clad in a cute little dress with your makeup and hair done to perfection. It’s a mistake for Mina to keep watching, but she can’t find her voice at the moment.

“Seungie, what’s wrong?”

God, Mina hates that you call him that. Mostly because she can tell how much Heeseung likes it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going out to meet some guy?” Heeseung sounds almost venomous, but it’s like you don’t hear it. “Who is he? How’d you meet him?”

You tilt your head, pretty lips pulled down in a confused frown. “Didn’t Mina tell you? She set me up with a guy from her class. He’s really cute!”

A chill goes down Mina’s spine. She can see Heeseung’s back tense when you tell him how your date came to be. The air feels almost murderous as he gently squeezes your thighs.

It kills Heeseung that he was almost too late in stopping you from meeting some strange guy in the pretty little dress you have on. He softly rubs your thighs, eyes simmering with anger and desire he doesn’t care to hide. Not anymore.

“Oh, angel.” Your stepbrother murmurs, hands slowly trailing up to your thighs. “You know you’re my favorite girl, right?”

An unsuspecting smile graces your lips. “Yeah. And you’re my favorite guy.”

Heeseung hums in satisfaction as his fingers ghost the edges of your dress. He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t say anything. As always, you have blind trust in your stepbrother. That’s all the indication he needs to get up and push you down on his bed. Heeseung hovers over you, loving how you’re staring up at him with sparkling, wide eyes. He swoops down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Your heart is racing in your chest as Heeseung forces his tongue into your mouth. Despite the initial shock, you quickly melt into the kiss. He swallows your moans, pulling you closer as he deepens the messy kiss. You mewl into his mouth, carding your fingers through his hair with desire you had never realized you had for him.

Meanwhile, Mina can only watch as her boyfriend kisses you with a passion that he clearly never felt for her. It feels like her heart is ripping in half as Heeseung begins to undress you. Tears well up in her eyes when he groans at the sight of the lingerie adorning your body. Mina can see how hard he is from where she’s standing, and the desire in his eyes is very different from the way he looks at her.

“Can’t believe you got all pretty for some other boy.” Heeseung spits as he starts to undress. “Were planning on letting him fuck you?”

You shake your head and go to speak, but you can’t when Heeseung roughly pulls off your lingerie then his own underwear. His cock is thick and big, possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. It’s twitching and leaking as he looks at you with his dark eyes.

“W-We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whine as Heeseung shoves your thighs to your stomach and licks a broad stripe up your wet pussy.

Your stepbrother groans at your sweet taste, thrusting his tongue into your dripping hole. He laps up the juices leaking out of your slit, circling his tongue on your clit for good measure. The noise you let out is downright pornographic and pure music to Heeseung’s ears.

“Seungie!” You keen as you spread your legs and tangle your hands in his messy hair. “I– Fuck!”

Heeseung pulls back with a wet slurp to spread your cunt open with his big hands. “God. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. Just had to taste it.”

Each one of his words is like a dagger to Mina’s heart and confidence. Wet tears trickle down her face, but she doesn’t say anything as you pull on her boyfriend’s hair. Heeseung only moans and dives back into your slick cunt. He greedily laps up everything that drips out of you, sucking and kissing your clit.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Hee.” You repeat through a needy mewl, making no attempt to stop him. In fact, you buck your pussy into his mouth as he sucks on your sensitive bud.

“Shh, angel.” Heeseung shushes as he flicks his tongue across your swollen bud. “Just relax and let me eat you out. Been wanting to do this for so long.”

Mina swallows thickly, the hurt slowly being replaced by something else. Her eyes grow bigger when she realizes which feeling is taking over. She shifts slightly, feeling a familiar wetness begin to pool in her panties. Mina feels sick that the sight of her boyfriend cheating on her can turn her on, and she thinks that she should leave right now and never return.

But she stays.

Mina licks her lips and continues to watch. Even she can’t help but think how hot you look, whimpering and writhing as Heeseung pushes your thighs apart so he can bury his face deeper in your pussy. He flicks his tongue, slowly descending until he’s lapping at your hole, slowly fucking the wet muscle in and out. Your eyes roll back as your stepbrother eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

The sounds coming from your pussy and the way Heeseung messily eats you out has Mina’s own cunt clenching with need. She can feel her underwear start to stick to her cunt as she watches her boyfriend lap up your arousal like a starved man. Mina bites her lip, feeling sick and twisted for being turned on by your pretty moans.

Heeseung suddenly pulls away, but not before he slaps your thigh playfully. He goes to lay on his back all while wearing a filthy smirk. “Sit on my face.”

You bite your lip as a hot flash of arousal pulses through your body. Both your and Mina’s cunts throb at the suggestion. Heeseung sees your hesitation, but doesn’t back down.

“C’mon, baby. Be a good little stepsister and ride my fucking face.” He growls out with dark eyes.

With your pussy dripping, you crawl over to him and kneel over his face. Mina watches with heated eyes as you slowly lower your cunt on her boyfriend’s face. The heat in her stomach grows when she hears Heeseung groan in satisfaction.

“That’s it. I want your pretty pussy suffocating me.”

With that, your stepbrother grabs your hips and pulls your cunt down onto his face with a groan. Mewling quietly, you rub your cunt all over his mouth. Every time he moans or grunts, it sends little vibrations through your pussy. The delicious feeling has you grinding down on his tongue as you chase that feeling. Heeseung eagerly fucks his wet muscle into your hot cunt, already addicted to your sweet taste.

Mina swallows thickly when he sees Heeseung thrusting into the air as he eats you out. His cock is leaking and throbbing with need. Fuck. How she’d like to go and lick all that up, to have him fuck her mouth as he fucks you with his tongue. Mina rubs her thighs to soothe the growing ache in her pussy as she watches you ride Heeseung’s face.

Your eyes roll back when your stepbrother slaps your ass. A loud squeal spills from your lips as Heeseung keeps fucking his tongue up into your cunt. He grabs your ass and kneads it roughly. With one last groan and flick of his tongue, he sits up and takes you with him. The effortless display of strength turns both women on, one containing her moan while the other cries out as she’s pressed back into the mattress.

“Such a sweet little cunt.” Heeseung moans as he buries his face back into your dripping cunt. “Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking soaked down here.”

“Heeseung!” You cry out as he pries your thighs further apart. Your stepbrother shakes his head to grind his tongue against your sensitive cunt.

“Fuck, you have the hottest little pussy.” Heeseung lifts his head with a groan, lips shiny with your arousal. “Missed eating some good pussy. It’s been so long.”

Mina feels pathetic that her cunt throbs at his degrading words. She bites her lip, hands trailing up her thigh and to her soaked underwear. It’s so filthy and humiliating, but the ache in her pussy is getting to be too much. She slowly rubs circles on her covered cunt as she keeps watching her boyfriend cheat on her.

“Fuck, Seungie.” You mewl desperately. “S-Shouldn’t like having your face buried in my cunt.”

Heeseung smirks into your wetness. He gently circles his tongue on your clit, kissing it tenderly before he gently starts to nip at it with his teeth. Mina shoves her panties aside when you moan out in pleasure. Now she’s furiously rubbing at her bare pussy, wanting to see you cum on her boyfriend’s face.

“But you do, baby. You like me fucking you with my tongue, and I fucking love eating this sweet little pussy.”

Your hips buck up at the words, grinding your cunt against his mouth as you moan for him. Juices drip out of you lewdly, leaking down to your ass and onto Heeseung’s sheets. Your head is swimming with pleasure, and you have to remember that this is all so very wrong.

“You like that?” Heeseung teases you, loving how you’ve turned into putty in his hands. “Answer me, Y/N. Do you like your stepbrother telling you how much he loves tasting your juicy cunt?”

Your back arches when Heeseung sucks your puffy bud into his mouth. “God—yes! Feels so fucking good, Hee! Love having your mouth on my pussy.”

Heeseung growls, the vibrations making your cunt throb as he sucks and licks your swollen clit. Eager to have you cum on his tongue, he slips two fingers into your fluttering hole. Mina follows in suit, unable to take her eyes off the erotic sight of you getting ate out and fingered. Fuck. This was better than any porn she had ever watched. Her hand is dripping with her own arousal, and she can’t even feel disgusted anymore that she’s so turned on by the entire situation.

“Mmmh, shit, Hee.” You whine as the tips of his fingers brush against the gummy spot inside you. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it, baby. Cream all over my tongue.” He purrs in delight. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Heeseung flattens his tongue on your clit while his fingers grind into the spongy spot in your cunt. Your back arches off the bed, orgasm whiting out your thoughts as you cum around his long fingers.

Mina has to cover her mouth as Heeseung moans along with you. By now she’s shoved her fingers into her sopping pussy, the squelching sound is drowned out from the sounds coming from your own pussy. The filthy sight is driving her wild, and she’s so delirious with arousal that she wishes Heeseung would just fuck you already.

“You’re amazing, angel.” Your stepbrother praises with his fingers still buried knuckle deep in your pussy as he softly strokes your velvety walls. “So soft and wet. It makes me want to shove my dick into your tight little hole.”

Heeseung slowly pulls his fingers out of you, and you can only watched with a lidded gaze as he moves his body between your thighs. His cock is twitching and leaking as he grabs the base. He smacks his cock down on your slippery pussy, dragging his drooling tip up and down your slit slowly. Mina has to press her hand into her mouth harder to stifle her filthy moans. The sight of her boyfriend pressing his drooling cockhead into your soaking pussy is so hot she might just cum all over her fingers.

“S-Seungie—fuck. We shouldn’t.” You whimper as he leans forward and braces his arms by your head.

You and Mina both know you don’t really mean your words. It’s clear that you want your stepbrother to split you open on his big cock. That becomes obvious when you don’t try to stop him as he shoves his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out completely, balls pressing against your ass. Shuddering with pleasure, you scratch your nails up his arms as you sink into the bed.

“Pretty pussy was meant to take my cock.” Heeseung growls, already drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. “Fuck. I know it’s wrong, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. Your hot little cunt was just begging for my dick. Doesn’t it feel all nice and full having your pussy stuffed with your stepbrother’s big cock?"

Mina starts fucking herself harder when you nod desperately. Your hands go to tangle in his hair as you grind your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Yes! Fuck! Love my stepbrother’s cock stretching me open! Feels so fucking good, Hee!”

Mina knows better than anyone how good you must feel. Although, she imagines you feel must better than she ever did because from the way Heeseung’s fucking you, she can tell he’s doing it with much more enthusiasm and passion. Even his moans are more guttural and full of more pleasure than she’d ever heard. They’re deep as he pulls out until just his tip is spearing you open. Then, he pushes forward, thrusting his cock deep into your fluttering walls.

“That’s it. Tell me how good it feels.” Heeseung leans down, lips brushing against yours. “Don’t be shy, angel. Let me know how much you like this cock fucking you.”

You gasp wantonly and pull him down further to press your lips together. He groans and licks into your mouth easily, tongue slipping past your lips as his cock thrusts deep into your hot, wet cunt. Your hips buck up to meet his, loving how his dick rams into your sweet spot over and over until your sight is painted with pretty little stars.

“Fucking love it, Hee.” You moan between sloppy kisses. “God—I love your cock!”

The coil in Mina’s stomach is close to snapping. By now, her juices are dripping down to her wrist. Luckily, the lewd squelching and sound of skin slapping together drown out any noise she’s making. Heeseung is fucking you so hard and good that she can smell the musky scent of sex from where she’s standing. The erotic aroma turns her on even more, pussy clamping down on her fingers in desperate need of release.

“Tight little pussy feels so good.” Heeseung moans out between the quick pecks he’s giving you. “God, I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

Your heart races as Mina’s breaks all over again. It hurts, but somehow that just turns her on even more. She keeps fingering herself as tears pool in her eyes.

With a low moan, your pussy clamps down on Heeseung’s dick tightly as you go to eagerly kiss him. A soft I love you, too goes unnoticed by Mina, but not by your stepbrother. He groans into your mouth, cock throbbing inside you.

“Mmmh.” Heeseung hums against your lips before he trails wet kisses down your neck. “I love my gorgeous girl. That’s why this feels so good. Even your tight little pussy knows how much I love you.”

His gorgeous girl? Mina thinks deliriously, orgasm dangerously close. It’s something he never referred to her as.

You cry out loudly when Heeseung bites your neck and sucks the skin into his mouth. His hips rock against yours, balls smacking against your ass as his pelvis grinds down on your swollen clit.

“Seungie!” You whine in ecstasy. “I’m getting close.”

Your stepbrother doesn’t let up. In fact, his thrusts seem to get faster and rougher. His cock pistons in and out of your cunt, creating sloppy wet sounds as you get even wetter. His eyes are dark as he pulls back to look at you, all pretty squirming and trembling on his cock.

“Cum for me, baby. Cover my cock with your sweet cream so I can fill you up.” Heeseung pants. “Cum on my cock, angel.”

His teeth sink into your neck again, and it pushes you over the edge. Your hot cunt throbs as you squeeze down on his cock. Somehow your pussy only gets tighter and tighter as you get fucked through your orgasm. You tighten your legs around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax starts to taper off.

“So fucking tight.” Heeseung hisses by your ear. “Shit, baby. Get ready. I’m about to creampie your cute little pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With a strangled grunt, he buries his cock to the hilt and shoots his load deep inside your fluttering walls while your pussy softly milks him for every drop of his hot cum. Mina reaches her own climax when she sees her boyfriend cumming inside you. She has to stifle her moans as she trembles and shakes outside the room that’s filled with the smell and sounds of hot sex.

“You’re taking it so well, angel.” Heeseung kisses your jaw tenderly as his fat tip spurts rope after rope of his thick cum into your clenching heat. “Milking my cock like I knew you would.”

He grinds his hips down, cock pulsing as he finishes stuffing you full of his hot, sticky load. Your stepbrother fucks his cum inside a bit more before reluctantly pulling out. Heeseung’s cock throbs as he watches his seed drip from your messy pussy.

He licks his lips, heated gaze never leaving your body. “Let’s do it again.”

You don’t try to protest as your manhandles into a different position. Mina is still coming down from her high when she realizes her boyfriend is still hard and about to fuck you again. She knows she shouldn’t feel excited or aroused by the fact, but she does. Especially when your face is shoved into one of Heeseung’s pillows just before his big cock rails back into your needy pussy.

Heeseung starts fucking you so hard his headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The harsh sound pairs well with the plop plop plop sound coming from your cunt.

“God, Y/N. You’re so fucking good for me.” Heeseung groans when you clench down on him.

You moan loudly, bouncing yourself back on his cock. “Fu-Fuck, Seungie. This is wrong. We s-shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know.” Your stepbrother smacks your ass, not sounding the least bit remorseful. “It’s so dirty baby, but I couldn’t help myself. Had to get my dick wet using your pretty little pussy.”

“Mmmh!” You whine out mindlessly, face turned to the side with your ass raised in the air for Heeseung to fuck deeper into your wet hole. “Feels so fucking good!”

“Yeah, it does.” Heeseung’s laugh sounds almost mean as he speeds up his thrusts to fuck his cock harder into your sopping cunt. “Your cute little pussy is the best I’ve ever had.”

His words shouldn’t please you as much as they do, but those lewd words turn you on so much that you can’t stop your cunt from tightening around him as he keeps spearing into you like an animal in heat. They also shouldn’t turn on Heeseung’s girlfriend but that’s exactly what they do. She isn’t angry, only extremely aroused as your ass bounces back on your stepbrother’s pelvis.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans, fucking his cock right into your g-spot. “You’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You are. So hot that Mina finds herself wishing she could eat Heeseung’s cum out of your pretty cunt. She just knows you taste good, and mixed with her boyfriend she’s sure you must taste even better.

“Seungie, please!” You cry out, dizzy with arousal.

“Shit.” He growls, slipping a hand underneath your hips to rub fast circles on your clit. “Gonna make you cream on my cock again.”

“Heeseung!” You squeal as he picks up his pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs soft circles into your swollen clit.

Your stepbrother shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot in your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets. He flicks and pinches your puffy clit. God, do you look good, and so does Heeseung. Mina is groping one of her tits while the other hand goes to play with her pussy again. Briefly, she thinks she wouldn’t mind having a video of you two fucking so she can watch it over and over again.

“Hee, I’m gonna cum.” You moan against the pillow.

“Do it, baby.” He encourages you, free hand coming down to slap your ass hard. “Cum all over my cock. Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze me.”

It’s not long before your orgasm hits. You’re screaming into your pillow as your cream coats Heeseung’s big cock. Your pussy clamps rhythmically around his dick. Mina can’t see you, but with the way your toes are curling she can tell your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure ecstasy.

“Oh, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Heeseung praises you. His hands move to slap your ass again, making you squeal and tighten again. “Fucking work your little pussy on my cock. Fuck. Need to fill you up again.”

“Want you to stuff me full.” You whine back at him, pussy fluttering at the thought of Heeseung’s cum filling your cunt again.

“Yeah?” Your stepbrother laughs, sounding way too delighted. “Want me to creampie your hot little cunt again?”

“Please!” You whine as Heeseung’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. You writhe back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the filthy thought of him shooting his hot load inside you.

“Cum inside me, Hee.” You pant, mewling when his fingers rub your clit even faster. “Want it so bad. Want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck.” Heeseung groans, hips snapping hard against your ass when he feels how tight you’ve gotten. “You ready, baby? Fucking take it. Take your stepbrother’s cum in your needy little cunt.”

You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, stuffing you so full it drips out around his cock. Heeseung ruts his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit, watching as your back arches as a fourth orgasm sweeps through you. You lazily fuck your cunt back into him, loving the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and coating your thighs.

Heeseung pulls out of your warm cunt with a low groan. He’s quick to pull you against his chest and lays you down with him. His face is buried in your hair, eyes closed in bliss as you both try to catch your breaths. You feel his smile in your hair as he cuddles you and murmurs sweet praises against your temple.

Through your drooping eyes, you catch sight of Mina. Her eyes widen when you two make eye contact. You can’t hide your smirk when you see that she was masturbating to the sight of Heeseung fucking you raw. Instead of saying anything, you give her a seductive wink. Mina clenches around her fingers because the wink is full of understanding and promises.

It’s clear that Heeseung was never hers, but maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing.

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sky-high-standards · 11 months

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Yandere!!Fairytale characters!!Dark Reverse harem xFemale reader

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You always loved stories for as long as you could remember because every night until you turned 8 you had dreams about coming to visit these story book characters but strangely they were your age in these dreams and were incredibly possessive and kept going on about how you would have to get married to one of them when you grow up.

When you were 9 you stopped reading fairy tales and these dreams stopped too.

8 years later~

You where just minding your own business when your mother came in and told you that you had to donate some old toys to a charity shop, you lazily got up and went to your attic where you kept most of your childhood things. As you searched you picked up the story book that you haven't seen in 8 years, a wave of nostalgia came over yo as you flipped through the pages. Suddenly aa portal came from the book and sucked you in.

Story 1 Cinderellis

You found yourself in a castle when someone suddenly bumped into you. You were surprised to see a beautiful woman wearing gorgeous clothing and a crown probably the queen giving you her hand to help you up she apologized and then gasped taking a closer look at you.

Queen: y/n is that you?

Y/n: Um yes?

She beamed and hugged you.

Queen: y/n my dear its been so long you're all grown up and so beautiful!

y/n: Queen Charming?

Then it all came back to you .You where in the castle where you used to play with your old friends Ellis and Johnathan. The queens son Johnathan saw you as a little sister and the queen saw you as a daughter but Ellis was the son of a wealthy man who was very kind and had a close friendship with the royal family. You remember Jonathan was vey protective and teased you a lot while Ellis was very sweet and incredibly shy and was very clingy towards you but he had this dark side and hated competition.

Queen: Just call me Caroline dear.

She smiled warmly at you seeming euphoric to see you again.

Caroline: Come quickly we must tell Jonathan you returned he will be so happy to see you.

So she lead you to the vaguely familiar room belonging to Jonathan

When he turned around you could barely recognize him he really has grown up.

Johnathan: y/n?

You nodded and he then tackled you into a hug like when you were kids.

Johnathan: I knew you'd come back dummy!!!

y/n: You really haven't changed a bit huh Johnny.

After you three caught up you found out Ellis's dad had died after you left and he now lives with his stepmother and his two stepbrothers they stopped seeing him after they met his stepmother.

Caroline the told you that she was gonna plan a ball for your return and to find a wife for Johnathan she sent out invitations to everyone in the land including Ellis and his family.

Ellis's home

Ellis was doing his usual labor because his mother treated him like a slave ever since his father died. His step family now just calls his Cinderellis due to him always being covered in soot. Ellis barely got anything to eat and was always given ragged clothing to wear. His stepbrothers mad sure to make sure he feels and looks terrible because they are incredibly jealous of Ellis because of his looks and all the female attention he gets.

After all these years Ellis hadn't forgotten about you but how could he ever since he met you he had been madly in love with you so much so that he worships the ground you walk on and would do anything to get your attention and much much more to get you affection but after you left a piece of himself left too he was absolutely devastated but he never lost hope that someday you'll return.

When an invitations to the ball came Ellis didn't care but he jumped for joy when you saw that this was for your return finally, he'd see his beloved again.

He told his Stepmother, and she told her sons to try and get you to fall for one of them now Ellis didn't like this and poisoned his family that day, after all Ellis never liked competition.

After the murder he disposed of the bodies he then dressed in one of his fathers suites and daydreamed about how soft your lips where or how happy you'll be to see him he can already picture you running into his arms proclaiming your undying love for him and how you'd never leave him again you'll be his in a matter of time.

Back at the castle

You were getting ready for the ball when a blinding flash of purple light came, and you saw a woman with a wand and beautiful purple wings in front of you.

???: Oh hello dear.

y/n: um who are you ma'am?

???:I'm your fairy Godmother I'm here to help you get back home.

y/n: Why? everyone is so nice here.

She went silent for a moment looking at you sympathetically.

Godmother: Things aren't always as they seem my dear...you have to save Jonathan if you want to make it to the next story.

y/n: WHAT IS HE IN DANGER??!!!AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT STORY??!!

Godmother: Keep it down, yes he's in great danger and you have a few more stories to complete before you get to go home.

y/n: what do you mean?

Godmother: I mean in each of the stories you will live in you will have a task when you complete it you will be sent to the next story but if you fail a task you won't be able to leave when you were younger you made every one of the male leads fall for you and now their obsessions have grown in an unhealthy way so be careful I'll see you soon.

and then she left just like how she came with without warning and in a poof of purple light.

The ball had begun and you couldn't stop worrying about Caroline and Johnathan. You were shaken out of your train of thought when a young man asked to dance he seemed pretty exited even euphoric and...love sick?

Nonetheless you agreed and he swiftly took you to the the center of the ball room as you two danced you couldn't avoid his stare it was so intense but those gray blue eyes were just` too familiar then it clicked.

Y/n: Ellis...?

He smiles at you and nodded.

Ellis: Did you miss me little mouse?

you smiled back at him and hugged him and he was in pure bliss finally you're back in his arms oh how he's dreamed of this day everything was perfect until he saw those pretty eyes of yours start to lose focus on him as you kept glancing at Jonathan this made his blood boil he was always second place to Jonathan when it came to you he always got your attention but now he's finally snapped he's had enough.

When you left to go check on Caroline he pulled out a vile of poison the very same he used to kill his step family.

Ellis: I didn't think I'd have to use it so soon.

He mumbled coldly.

He was about to pour it into Jonathan's glass when he heard your voice and he quickly his it into his pocket smiling at you, you asked to speak to him privately and he was taken back when he saw you crying and he immediately went forward to comfort you only to be pushed away.

Ellis: Little mouse what's wrong.

You stared up at him with a mix of hurt betrayal and confusion.

Y/n: I saw what you were about to do Ellis...I don't understand, Why would you try hurt him.

Ellis: why? because I love you y/n I love so much that it drives me insane I love you so much that I'd kill anyone in a heartbeat just for your attention I love you more than you will ever know little mouse~

All you could do was look up at him in fear as he caressed your cheek smiling at you with a sickly-sweet smile.

y/n: what happened to you? You were so sweet so kind and so selfless.

Ellis: Oh y/n you happened to me.

you saw a deranged glint in his eyes and his smile turned more sinister.

Ellis: You turned me into this.

At that moment you knew there was no reasoning with him so you had to be with him until you get sent to the next story.

y/n: Ellis I'll be yours if you promise not to hurt anyone else.

You could tell he was more than euphoric hearing those words come out of that pretty mouth of yours it sent him over the edge.

Ellis: I promise Little mouse.

For about 5 months things where perfect for Ellis waking up and knowing you are there being the only one able to kiss your soft lips it was pure bliss until there was a flash and you were gone.

You were falling out of the sky and splashed into the water you tried your hardest to swim but couldn't you were about to drown but you were rescued by a strange being and all you could remember was its voice.

Tell me if ya want me to continue and please give my other yandere stories some love.

God loves you get plenty of sleep and stay hydrated

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ditch-witches · 4 years

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Rehearsal Dinner (George MacKay Smut)

So @iongaa really came through and murdered us with the aesthetic. Mother of God, how is she so talented.

requested: yes/no (your requests are always so intriguing, keep sending weird AUs for us)

pairing: stepbro!George MacKay x reader

warnings: literally everything. all of the sins. whoever can point them out gets a high five, okay?

word count: 5,414 (yikes)

a/n: there,,,, may be a ,,, part 2,,, because some of us got carried away,,

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you made your way downstairs, basking in the scent of breakfast cooking over the stove. You took a seat at the kitchen table beside your dad's fiance. She smiled at you over the top of the morning paper, taking a sip of her coffee. Your father moved to set a plate in front of you and press a kiss to the top of your head before plopping down in the seat next to you. "Glad you're home," he cooed, grinning proudly as you took a bite of your collection of breakfast foods and nodded in approval. "Thank you for coming back for the wedding."

You sent him a small smile, "Of course!"

His fiance spoke up. "Speaking of, George should be on his way..." she trailed off as she looked at her watch and your heart sank.

"I thought he couldn't?" You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. George was the last person you wanted to be around. His cocky smirk flashed into your mind alongside his parade of girls he always brought home. Your parents had been dating for a few years now, most of your time in high school and well into your college years, yet the two of you had interacted as little as possible, only "playing nice" for Christmas. Every time the notion of George coming home came into discussion, you usually took off. Due to your ability now to escape from his arrogance, you hadn't seen him in a year, shoving the wedge between the two of you as much as possible. Your blood boiled as your memories of him taking up most of the couch and kicking you out of the house were unveiled.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" His mother asked, bringing you back into present time. You hadn't realized just how out of it you were until your fork fell from your hand, now bent almost completely in half. You exhaled, immediately apologizing for the vandalism and standing from the table, saying you were fine. "Are you sure?" She called after you.

You looked back over your shoulder, plastering on a fake smile. "Oh yeah! It's fine, everything's fine!" You all but sprinted for cover in your room, leaning against your door as your heart pounded in your chest. You let out a groan. Out of all people: George.

You pulled the sleeves of your blouse over your wrists to warm up more, yawning slightly as you lazily held a mock bouquet in your hand. You were mixed into the plethora of George's cousins serving as bridesmaids, feeling awkward and out of place as you only knew two of them really. You were the maid of honor, merely because it was your father that was getting married but you knew if he had any say, you would have been on his side and George in your place. In the excitement of family members arriving and the church being way too overbooked for the weekend, you had almost forgotten the impending doom that was "rushing to get here as we speak." You blew a bubble with your already stale gum, earning an eye roll from one of the many women. You tilted your head at her with a sarcastic grin.

The wedding planner clapped his hands, capturing the attention of the room and lining everyone up. He put you towards the back, which you were prepared for, yet then ushered the groomsmen in. You locked eyes with an all too familiar expression, your eyebrow raising at the man. His eyes were exactly the same, but for some reason, it was like puberty had hit him like a truck. "Now, this isn't usually how this works, but by request of the couple, we're switching things up," the planner groaned slightly, and George moved to stand beside you.

You snapped your eyes forward, clutching the bouquet in your hand tighter. There was chatter all around the two of you as everyone attempted to find their places. You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to make conversation with him. You took George's arm and he smirked down at you. "You gonna ignore me all night, darling?" He jeered, peering down at you and you rolled your eyes.

"What circus animal did you bring home this time, asshole?" He chuckled at your remark, pulling you tighter to his side.

He wet his lips. "Why? So you can get jealous again?"

You scoffed. "Grow up."

"After you, doll face." He bumped his hip against yours. "What have you been up to since I've been gone? Still a virgin?"

Your ears burned and you clenched your jaw. "Like it's any of your business." You sighed, attempting to calm your frazzling nerves at just his presence.

"You are so easy to stir up, love," he muttered, chuckling darkly.

You shut your eyes momentarily. "Would you just shut up so we can get this shitshow over?" He moved his hand to settle over yours positioned on his arm, your skin blazing at his touch, making you look up at him. He leaned towards your ear and you found yourself wanting to get closer to him. The smell of his aftershave was almost enticing enough for you to forget you were hating him.

His breath was warm against your neck and his accent deep and fuzzy in your ear. "Oh, darling, what's the fun in that?" You felt flushed and winded as he stepped away from you, his hand leaving your arm. "Steady now. I don't wanna have to throw you over my shoulder," he muttered, a smug look on his face as he turned forward, his posture upturned. He knew what he was doing. You were slightly taken aback, snapping your mouth shut and letting him lead you towards the altar behind the other members of the wedding party. You were silent during the rehearsal, locking eyes with George every so often only to dart your gaze away from him. It was difficult to pay attention to the jokes the priest was making while George continued to undress you with his eyes, and for some reason, you were into it.

You were quiet on the trip to the dinner, your mind almost numb as your thoughts flashed to George's breath on your neck and his overstimulating smell, not to mention the feeling of his hands. You almost moaned before your mind jumped into the present, grateful because you were sandwiched between your grandmother and one of your uncles in the back of your father's car. One of your second cousins turned over his shoulder to look at you. "Who was the guy you were walking with? New stepbrother?" He jeered and your shoulders tensed at that thought. What the fuck, he was going to be your stepbrother.

"Yeah, that's George. Handsome kid, don't you think?" Your father piped up and you grimaced.

The cousin snorted. "Don't encourage that. They'll end up as the wHaT aRe yOU dOinG sTepBro trope." You signed deeply.

"My mother is in the car!"

"He's not my stepbrother," you grumbled, attempting to drone out his voice.

"Yet," he jested, making you roll your eyes. "If you're gonna tap it, tap it now-"

"We're listening to the radio, see!" Your dad intervened, cutting him off and turning up the radio while singing overdramatically to the music, leaving you now to your burning mind. You chewed on your fingernail as your anxiety began to shoot through the roof. Before you knew it, you were engaging in small talk with your cousin and her friend as the giant table was being set. Looking around at the expensive hall the dinner was being held in, the thought of how your father and future stepmother got the money for such a venue while putting one kid through college and the other through graduate school crossed your mind. Your cousin's friend was a nice way to get your mind off of George, he was funny and totally in love with your cousin, evident in the way his eyes brightened when she would talk to him or laugh at one of his jokes. The only eyes on you when you laughed were George's as he bantered with groups of men closer to his age across the room. He'd eye you over the brim of his glass, his strong hands making your mouth water as he would tap one of his rings against the crystal absentmindedly.

"So, how do you feel about your dad getting married? The new family giving you trouble?" Your cousin's friend asked, nudging your arm at his light-hearted joke.

You shrugged. "If he's happy, I'm happy. The woman he's marrying is a total badass too so, really it's fine." You ran a hand through your hair, shooting a glance towards George and he looked at you with a smirk. You felt like you needed a dousing of holy water to combat your temptations.

George seemed to be fighting his own urges as he excused himself from his party and walked over to your group, settling his hand on your lower back to whisper in your ear. "Come with me," he mumbled. "I'm going to steal her for a few minutes if that's okay with you guys?" He asked your cousin, her cheeks slightly red as she looked like she would swoon if he came near her. Her friend eyed you before the two shrugged you away with George. George walked beside you as the two of you walked out of the room and down the hall, turning a few corners until you could no longer hear the party. He slipped his hand into yours before pinning you to a wall swiftly.

"What are you doing?" You muttered unevenly, heat pulsing through your body as one of his hands rested on your hip, your hand absentmindedly pushed his sleeve up to expose his veiny arm to your touch. It was like your body had a mind of its own.

"You think I'm going to let you eye fuck me all night without repercussions, pet?" You swallowed at his words, the deepness of his voice making your legs almost jelly. His other hand ran up your body, over your breast to take part of your collar between his index and thumb as he rubbed the fabric between his finger pads. "Was that guy your little boyfriend?" He tisked darkly. "So cute," he mocked, his hungry eyes darting up to yours. Your mind was absolutely putty as his smell invaded your senses. You tried not to focus on his knee propped between your legs. His fingers ghosted against your neck until the pad of his thumb brushed over your bottom lip before you took his thumb into your mouth, your eyes burning into his as his jaw tensed, focused on the movements of your tongue swirling against it. The feeling of his fingers resting against your jaw during this action egged you. He drew his thumb from your mouth, running it down your chin before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. "Dirty girl," he growled before crashing his lips against yours, making you moan against him as he pushed himself against you.

The taste of liquor on his lips blended with your flavored chapstick as your tongue slipped into his mouth. In a mess of tugging and biting each other, your body melted into his rough grasp. You wanted whatever repercussions his twisted mind could come up with. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you. You fought against diving your hands into his trousers to beg him to continue, but he broke away from you as you fought to catch your breath. Your lips were buzzing as the feeling of him still lingered. He brought his hand back up to your jaw again, tipping your chin up. "Say it," the devil's grin painted across his face before he continued, pressing his lips against yours once more, his teeth dragging your bottom lip slowly between his teeth. "Say you're dirty, darling," he ordered, his face hovering over yours as his hand squeezed your throat.

You moaned quietly as he regulated your breathing with his hand. You wanted to drink in his dark, commanding appearance. "I'm dirty," you panted. He stepped away from you and you nearly slipped down the wall, completely out of breath and flustered, missing his hands on your body.

"Pull yourself together," he jested darkly, sending you a smoldering gaze as he pushed his other sleeve to his elbow. It's like he already knew your weaknesses. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir," you responded, your mouth seeming to know what he expected. He nodded with a smug expression as he gestured for you to walk back into the room with him while you straightened your shirt and fixed your hair.

He stopped you, reaching to fix your collar and you fought against the blush growing across your body. His smirk grew. "God, you're trembling. It'll be difficult leaving you alone at dinner," he almost groaned. You fought against kissing him again as his dark eyes surveyed your expression, the gears turning in his mind at the sight of you. God, you wanted him.

You were shoved into a seat beside George, he sent you a small grin as he took a sip of his drink and the waiters began to serve the main course. You were positioned towards the end of the table with the rest of your cousins and George on the line between the "cousins' table" and where the older people sat discussing politics and climate change. Your cousins mainly discussed hot TA's and movies that were premiering. "George, what's your major?" George perked up at a question directed to him, oozing charm as he began to tell one of the younger girls at the table about his degree, but half of his response fuzzed out of your attention as his hand slipped to your knee beneath the table cloth. You froze momentarily, your breath hitching in your chest as your chewing slowed.

It was like he was completely unaffected, continuing the conversation as his hand slid further up your thigh, fingers curling to wrap around your inner thigh. Your eyes snapped to him, pretending to listen to him as well as his fingers ran circles against your sensitive skin. You sighed unevenly. The fabric of your skirt was ruffled as he was slowly reaching your heat. The conversation deterred and George leaned towards you a bit. "Take a sip of water," he directed, lowly, his eyes tearing away from you. You furrowed your brows slightly but as his expression flipped, you didn't question him, raising the glass to your lips nonchalantly and one of his fingers brushed against your core, making you almost choke. He chuckled slightly. "Smooth?" He asked loud enough that it eased the slightly worried expressions directed towards you.

You set down your glass, coughing falsely. "Wrong pipe," you grumbled. His hand pushed your legs apart as he took a bite of his food, unbothered. His fingers ghosted against your underwear and you bit back a moan wanting to vibrate through your body.

"Hey, did you hear about that senator that died last week?" Someone asked you, knowing full well you kept up with information like that.

You shifted in your seat, looking like you were attempting to choose your words carefully, but in reality, you were trying to get George to leave you alone for a moment. "Heart attack right? It should be fine-" your voice cut out as George's finger moved your underwear to the side and he toyed with your nerves more. His face was so neutral it was like he wasn't pleasuring you at all as he chewed, listening to your words. "I mean," your voice came out unevenly as you tried to calm yourself against his movements. "He'll be replaced before something drastic can happen." Your voice dropped an octave as his finger slipped into you. He positioned his hand to a more comfortable angle and your hand dropped to wrap around his wrist, beginning him to stop. "Too bad this one wasn't an actor," you joked.

"So, how do they go about replacing a Senator?" George questioned, his face almost breaking into a smile as your eyes shot daggers into his. His finger curled inside of you, making you breathe deeply, your eyes wanting to squeeze shut in pleasure.

You furrowed your brows, feeling like you were running a marathon. "Oh, come on, I know you already know how the US system runs."

His finger sped up and before you knew it, another one was added. "Yeah, I'm still not entirely sure though." He continued to sidestep so the attention of the section of the table was on you. You clamped your thighs together, hoping to stop his movements but instead drew his fingers deeper into you.

Your mind blurred. "Well, um..." You wet your lips, trying not to look like you were jonesing to grind against George's palm to finally get yourself off. Your hand ran up against his arm again, the veins bulging as his hands quickened, making you see stars as your climax was almost within reach. George's mom and your dad began to make their rounds at the table, thanking people as they went.

"Are you okay? You look kind of flushed," George commented, making his mother's brow furrow. You sighed, wanting to dig your face into the crook of his neck or kiss him: anything, you just needed more of him. He removed his fingers from you and you let out a small noise, he slyly wiped his hands on his napkin and you grabbed his hand beneath the table, lacing your fingers and squeezing as if to motion your urgency.

George's mother pressed the back of her hand against your warm cheeks. "I'm fine..." you commented, looking up at her momentarily, your hand gripping onto George's.

His mother sighed. "Are you sure? I can drive you home if you're not feeling well?" Your father came around the table at her words and you were more embarrassed than anything.

"What's going on?" The man commented, his smile faltering.

His mother frowned. "She's not feeling well, dear."

"Don't worry about it, mum. I can take her," George piped up, running his thumb over the back of your hand before letting go of you and standing up. A chorus of goodbyes called to you as you assured your father and his future bride that you were really fine, just tired, as George helped you into your jacket. You found it difficult to stand with how unsatisfied you were. You followed him out into the cold air around one side of the building as he almost stalked to an expensive-looking car. Your eyebrow perked at the vehicle. "Like it?" He asked, his smug grin making your blood boil.

"What was that back there?" You nipped, pulling on his arm so he was looking at you, his grin widening.

"Which part?" He got dangerously close to you. "When you couldn't handle my fingers, or when you were begging me to get you off?" Your breathing shallowed once again, either from how furious you were at him or how turned on you were you didn't know. His hand settled on your neck, bringing your lips towards his briefly in a searing kiss. "Don't worry, love. You have it coming for you still." Fuck, you wanted him to rip you in half. He dangled the keys in front of your face. "Wanna drive?"

You groaned slightly, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door, shoving him inside and climbing into his lap, shutting the door behind yourself. "Fuck you," you bit. His grin darkened and he pulled the lever on the seat, laying the seat down a bit further. One of his large hands slipped against your thigh again, grabbing at your ass and urging you to grind against him while the other settled in the crook of your neck. You kissed him hungrily, your need pulsing through your body with your new-found friction. He moved beneath you, smiling against your greedy mouth, knotting his fingers into your hair. You felt him getting harder with each of your movements. You fisted your hands in his jacket as you pulled away from him curling your hips to find your sweet spot. His hand explored your body, gripping your breast as he sucked at the thin skin against your collarbones, moaning into your hair.

God, he wasn't even inside of you but his encouragement was a high you wanted to ride as long as you could. His fingers dug into your hips and you half hoped he would leave bruises. You wanted him to mark you. The car windows began to fog as your movements and George's warm breath filled the air. "Fuck, I want you," he growled into your ear.

"Take me home," you almost whimpered, halting your actions. His hand moved to your neck again, pressing his lips against yours.

"Beg," he demanded. "Tell me exactly what you want, baby."

"I said take me home," you breathed. His dark eyes searched yours for submission, but you were quite flustered from tonight's events. You needed a few moments to collect your thoughts on what George could be thinking about doing to you as 'punishment'. You climbed off of him into the driver's seat ready to take his car for a spin. You noticed just how much George's actions had affected you as you felt your hands shaking to take the wheel. You could feel his eyes raking over you as you put the car in drive. You were determined to make it home in one piece and not a complete puddle of need, but even the thought of his eyes on you were making that task completely impossible.

"What to do, what to do," he almost tsked next to you. "You've really got me going tonight haven't you," he seemed to ask, but you knew he wasn't looking for an answer. You could feel his warm hand coming into contact with your leg, you wet your lips, attempting to shake the thought of desire he seemed to be flooding you with and keep the car under control. His hand slowly started to progress further towards your heat and for the second time tonight, you weren't all that opposed to the thought of his long fingers curling inside you again.

"We're here," you managed to squeak out. George was already out and at your door before you had managed to undo your seatbelt. He bent down, reached over you and undid it for you, making sure to keep his contact with every inch of you he could. His arms scoped you up to carry you into the house and up the stairs to his room. You hadn't been to his room since you had met him. It was sort of like a secret law that it was off-limits and a privilege if you were invited inside. Not even his mom was allowed into the dwellings of his layer. You had just enough time to notice the picture on the dresser was of the two of you and your blend of cousins posed on the family couch last Christmas before your body was thrust on to the linen-covered mattress. You had never seen his eyes this shade before, they were so dark and full of lust. You were drinking in every detail of him just as much as he was of you.

"Take your clothes off," he stated smoothly standing at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on your body. Complying quickly, you unbuttoned your blouse, slipping it off your shoulders to reveal your flushed chest. George's eyes widened at the sight knowing you were already in such need of him you could barely contain yourself any longer. He slowly mimicked your actions removing his dress shirt leaving you in awe of the man standing before you and the endless possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. His fingers danced up your legs teasing your all too sensitive core. His fingers traced your center just barely being covered by the cloth entrapment. You were ready for anything he was willing to give you. His body shifted, his arm reaching across you into the bedside drawer and revealing a pair of bright red furry handcuffs. Your breath caught in your throat, this was not what you were expecting and still, you felt ready for George's idea of punishment. You had never been bound before, but were more than ready to try anything to overcome your excessive need for friction.

"Place your hands out in front of you," he whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. You did as you were told feeling the faux material covered clasp around your wrists leaving your arms entirely under the command of George. You heard the clang of other cuffs being brought out, you turned your attention to him just as his lips crashed on to yours sealing your lips into a lustful kiss. His hands outlined your arms all the way to your wrists that were held together. His fingers wrapped around the metal pushing your arms above your head and locking them against the headboard. Your heart pounded with excitement as he traced your body down with kisses, brushing the inside of your thighs with his hands. You knew where this was leading and your body was ready. His actions halted just above where you needed him the most as he locked eyes with you almost teasing you with anticipation. "Tell me what you need," his dark tone murmured. You had no words. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The only action you were capable of was attempting to open your legs to answer his question.

His toned arms slipped under your legs wrapping around your hips as he positioned himself between you. Your toes curled in pleasure as his warm breath drew closer to you. It seemed as if time was in slow motion: you needed him and you needed him now. His eyes were still locked on yours as he came in contact with your heat. Your legs attempted to close in response to the feeling as you moaned in pain and pleasure from the restraints holding you back from grabbing his hair. The rumble of his laughter against you was almost enough to send you over the edge as he pushed your legs back open for better access to you. The sight of him down on you was more than enough to drive you crazy, but his pace was beginning to quicken and you didn't think you could last much longer. Your eyes drifted shut as pleasure was taking the better of you. George slipped a finger inside earning a gasp from your lips as he began to finger fuck you. Your high was approaching quickly and you needed more. "Faster," you mumbled.

"What was that sweetheart," George muttered against you.

"Faster," you begged. George complied, seeing you like this was driving him crazy. His fingers pounded into you as he sucked your nub. The knot in your stomach tightened. Finally, you were able to get relief from the tension George had built up all night as you released. "Oh fuck," you moaned as George hovered above you.

"Ready for round two love," he quipped darkly. You were more than happy to accept his rough kisses. His slight stubble was rough against your chin, you knew you'd pay for it in the morning, but tonight a little burn was the least of your worries. "Are you going to do as you're told," he whispered into your neck, accent gruff and domineering.

"Yes sir," you responded almost too naturally as his strong arms flipped you unto your stomach. He adjusted your knees underneath you so that you had support underneath him.

His hand wound into your hair as he slipped inside of you and began thrusting leaving you no time to adjust to him. Moans of pure bliss escaped your lips as his head neared yours. "Might want to keep quiet, love, someone's home," he whispered, his teeth grazing your ear lobe. Your need to scream for more now had to be muted and the only sound heard was the slapping of his skin against yours. George used your hips as leverage for his unwavering pace leaving you a mess of pleasure beneath him. His lips found their way to your neck as he nipped against the sensitive skin. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you. His hand from your hair became wrapped around your throat as he began to reach his peak. His hand slapped your ass with such force you knew there was a handprint, but you were too overwhelmed with the noises escaping his lips and your high threatened to disobey your control to be concerned with the sting. If anything it threatened to push you over the edge. George could feel you threatening to release. His strong hand wrapped tightly around your neck again, "Don't cum until I give you permission," he mumbled darkly against your shoulder. You tried your best to obey him fighting all erg to give in to the pleasure he teased you with. Slowing his pace he thrust deeper into you earning quiet moans from your lips. You couldn't hold on much longer.

"Can I cum," you whined. George grunted in response tangling his hand in your hair and thrusting deeper into you hitting your sweet spot with every move.

"Cum for me love," he practically bit against your shoulder sending you into a scream of pleasure as you were finally able to ride out your high against him. You could feel him twitch inside of you filling you with warmth. He unchained your hands from the bed frame allowing your body to return to your back. He flopped next to you and kissed you lightly. "That was amazing," he whispered against your lips. Exhausted from the escapade of the night you simply laid your head on his chest in response and pulled the sheets up for the both of you to drift off to sleep.

Your head pounded as you opened your eyes, the blinding light streaming through your windows serving to ruin your morning. You shivered slightly, realizing you were fully naked and a slight panic set in as you thought about last night, your body already aching from George's tactics. You shut your eyes momentarily, thinking about him on top of you once again, moaning in your ear, his hand around your throat, and realized the aching was worth it. You weren't surprised when you found the bed beside you empty, your ears perking up at the muffled sounds of someone in the kitchen. You quickly got dressed and trampled down the stairs. Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted by your father like he had the day before, only instead of a woman at the head of the table, George smirked up at you. Your eyes glued to his, your body feeling heat once again.

You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together. "I thought the bride and groom weren't supposed to see each other until the wedding?" You asked, voice slightly uneven as you took a seat across from George, gingerly sipping the orange juice in front of you and attempting not to wince at the beard burn on your chin from George's slight whiskers the night before. George watched you carefully, a flash of pride in his eyes at your flustered state.

George's mother chuckled. "There are worse things to doom a marriage," she joked, flashing a wink up towards your father who was cutting some kind of fruit.

He shook his head. "So, where did you two run off last night?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "Bonding," George answered coolly.

His mother raised her eyebrows. "Bonding? How? Wasn't she sick last night?"

Your mind was blank, but George was quick on his feet. "She got to feeling better on the way, so I took her to a strip club. She left with a man named," he paused, turning to you, a smug look on his face, "what was his name? Alejandro?"

Your eyes went wide with shock. "Ah! That's my girl!" Your dad called from over the stove and you groaned as George laughed making your eye twitching.

#george mackay x reader #george mackay smut #george mackay imagines #george mackay #1917 imagines #1917 smut #requested

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anotherhargrovebitch · 4 years

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a baby sitter? : b.h

neil and susan decide its best to hire max a babysitter, but when you turn up and befriend max, billy can’t help but get jealous. (1.4K)

requested by @tearsforhan sorry for the delay angel!

* stranger things writing *

“She doesn’t need a babysitter,” Billy huffs as Susan walks into the kitchen, having just broken the news. “isn’t that why I’m here?”

Susan sighs under her breath, knowing if Neil was here Billy would he pushed against the wall for making such a comment. “It’s just to ensure she’s checked on at all times. You can have more time to yourself,” She forces a small smile as the front door slams shut.

Billy tenses as his Dad shoves past him, walking over to Susan and kisses her sloppily, proving a point. “You told him?” Neil mutters, glaring to his son who remains perfectly still. “We don’t trust you, boy. You lost Max, how can we trust you?” Neil scoffs, but Billy doesn’t dare say his thoughts aloud.

“Who’s the babysitter then?” Billy questions, trying to keep his anger suppressed as he crosses his arms, hiding is clenched fists.

“Some girl in the neighbourhood.” Neil comments, shrugging a shoulder as he looks to Susan for confirmation.

Clearing her throat, Susan speaks up. “Her name is Y/n. She’s in your year, but she babysits a lot of the children in the area.” Susan beams about you, and already Billy cannot stand you.

“Fine.” He states before turning on his heels and heads up the stairs, only to be disturbed moments later by his Dad bursting through the door.

“You mess with Y/n, Billy,” Neil spits at his son as he keeps his feet firmly planted in the doorway, pointing his forefinger at Billy.

“I won’t, Sir.” Billy tells him quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Neil rolls his eyes before reaching forward, slapping Billy across the face. “Like hell, you won’t.” He forcefully mutters. “If I find anything out, you’re gone.”

The door slams shut, leaving Billy in painful silence.

It had been over two weeks since you had started babysitting Max, not that you liked to term it as such. She was a few years younger, but she had the mentality of someone your age.

You often just hung out in her room, knowing Billy was lurking somewhere.

In school, everyone knew Billy. At this point, it was impossible to go a day without someone spreading a new rumour about him. But the reason Max liked you so much is that you couldn’t care less, at least on the surface you didn’t.

When you were with Max, none of the petty drama mattered. She would sit and ask about boy advice, have girl talk that she desperately needed and struggled to engage in conversation with her Mom.

“I wish I had a sister.” Max sighs as she lies upside down on her bed whilst you remain seated on the floor, leaning against the wardrobe as you flick through a magazine. “But instead I’ve got a stepbrother.” She groans as the sound of his music sounds through the house from downstairs. “And this is the shit I have to put up with.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I’m sure he’s not that bad.” You try to reason, but Max shoots you a look that says it all.

“You’ve clearly never had a conversation with him then.” Max comments as she turns to lie on her front, watching as you shrug before turning the page of the magazine. “Hey, Y/n?” She speaks up, listening as you hum. “What’s it like to be in love?”

Max watches closely as your eyes stop scanning the words on the page and your fingertips hold the pages still. You rub your lips together, deep in thought about how to honestly answer her question.

“What’s it like?” You respond, looking up to see Max nod with her left eyebrow arching in curiosity.

“All I see are the girls Billy hangs out with, and that’s never going to be love.” She states and you let out a short laugh, causing her to smile to herself.

Unbeknownst to you both, Billy has discarded his workout to eavesdrop on his stepsister and the new baby sitter. He quietly perches outside of the bedroom door, leaning against the wooden frame as he listens to your sigh.

“Love is complicated, that’s the first thing I can tell you,” You admit and Max gives you her full attention, wanting to know more. “and to answer your question love is painful, unbearable at times but so pure and, and special.” A sad smile crosses your lips, and it’s one Max doesn’t miss.

“Have you been in love before?” She digs the knife deeper into your chest unknowingly as you nod softly.

Billy can’t help but he moreso intrigued as he listens to the sound of you sniff. Wondering who hurt you and made you so fragile around such a mundane topic.

“It was your classic young love that you’ll soon experience, Max.” You state, watching as she rolls her eyes in response. “Oh trust me, I felt the same when I first met him. But, he managed to worm his way into my heart.”

Max watches as you zone out, your mind remembering past events.

“What was he like?”

“He was charming, too charming for me to be swayed so easily. But, I liked the affection he provided. I fell for him hard and it was beautiful while it lasted until things turned sour.” You trail off, snapping out of your memories and returning to the present. “Sometimes it happens though, you fall too hard and you realise how much the landing hurts.”

“Shit.” Max thinks aloud, looking as you clear your throat.

“Sorry, that was way too heavy.” You apologise, but Max shakes her head as Billy mirrors her actions outside. “But, you live and learn. Eventually, you move on.”

Shuffling on her bed, Max sits upright. “And you moved on to someone else I take it?” Her mischevious smile returns and now it is your turn to roll your eyes.

Billy’s interest peaks as you chuckle quietly, a sound he’ll never tire of hearing even if it isn’t for him.

“Kinda,” You shrug your shoulder, leaving Billy wanting to know more. “I don’t know. He isn’t really someone who’d go for a girl like me.”

Max groans loudly. “Don’t be so cliche! Who is it? Does he go to your school? Is it the guy who works at The Gap?” She reels off questions, listening as you answer each of them with responses she isn’t after. “Don’t tell me it’s Billy.” She jokes, and Billy tenses outside of the room not hearing you immediately dismiss him as an option.

You look up at her with a sheepish smile, and Max exhales deeply.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

Heat rises through your face as you open your mouth, but no words follow.

“I guess if Billy were to date someone, I’d want it to be you.” She says honestly, and you feel your heart warm at her comment.

“He won’t ever know, Max. But it’s a sweet thought.” You tell her, only to hear the door open seconds later as Billy stands there, looking at Max before turning his eyes to see you on the floor.

“What’d you want?” Max questions coldly, focusing on how Billy smiles at you as opposed to that disgusting smirk he puts on for all the girls she sees him with.

Billy averts his attention from you back to Max. “I came to tell your baby sitter that her parents called. Something about a kid next door.” Billy shrugs his shoulder, lying seamlessly as you swear under your breath.

“I better go, sorry Max.” You say sweetly as she rises to her feet, running through the handshake you both created as Billy watches you both bond.

“See you tomorrow, yeah?” She tries to make it sound calm, and when you nod a silent sigh of relief leaves her lips.

As you run down the stairs, you’re slightly flustered as Billy remains hot on your tail. You grab your coat and slip it on before you reach for the front door, only to see it is already open as Billy holds it open.

“Gotta treat a lady right.” He comments with a smile, watching as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Thanks, Billy.” You say as you walk out of the door.

“Hey, Y/n?” He calls after you before you reach your car. “See you tomorrow?” He questions, watching as you nod before driving away, not seeing the genuine smile grow across his lips.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove headcanon #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanon #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things oneshot

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soulwillower · 4 years

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be quiet • bill denbrough

(step brother bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: bill smut?? perhaps in which they’re step siblings or if you don’t like that just good old neighbours + uhh, i would kill for stepbrother bill denbrough if you’re up for it + More jealous bill smut pleaseee 😩

warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talking, use of the word slut i think, choking, richie x reader a bit, they just kiss, jealous step brother bill, shitty writing, unedited, sorry i was a lil higher than i thought when i wrote this

[bill + reader are 18+ in this]

2k words

♡

"y/n?" you hear a voice yelling from downstairs. you sigh lightly, getting off the bed and opening the door to lean over the balcony. "what do you want, bill?" you call, your eyes landing on your step brother. his back is to you, down in the kitchen where he looks like he's getting out snacks. "e-everyone's coming over, okay? d-don't tell my mom or y-your dad and you can hang out w-with us."

"will richie be here?" you call. he turns around, glaring at your face before his eyes trail up and down your body. you shiver, glad you're high enough up on the bannister of the stairs that he probably can't see you blush. "can you go ch-change?" he sneers, changing the subject and your jaw drops. "what?! you can't tell me how to dress." you spit, rolling your eyes. "you can't tell anyone how to dress." you add. "wh-whatever, y/n." he says as he shakes his head, turning back around. you scowl. who does he think he is?

a few hours later, you'd all shared a few beers and you'd had a nice buzz going when mike suggested truth or dare. it wasn't a terribly bad idea, but you'd thought it was lame to be playing at your age. nonetheless, you were all gathered in a circle, giggling and rolling your eyes as you played. "alright, rich." mike starts. "truth or dare?"

richie shrugs, smirking at mike. "truth." you all laugh, shocked that the boy didn't choose dare as he always did. "alright trashmouth, who here would be the best kisser?"mike asks with a sly grin. richie chuckles, shrugging.

he hums. "y/n, probably." he says proudly, sending you a wink. you laugh, feeling your face heat up as everyone's whooping and laughing with you. your eyes glance to bill to see his glare set dead at richie. you conceal your smirk as a flirty glance at richie. "bill, calm down. your step sis is just really hot." richie teases, grinning at bill.

bill scowls, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall. you chuckle to yourself. you think its fun to flirt with richie - after the two of you drunkenly realized that you think it's funny when you flirt because bill gets so mad, you’ve always done small stuff to make him angry.

"watch it, tozier." bill growls. you press your thighs together, eyes leaving bill before you pounce on him in front of everyone. bev laughs at bill's actions, turning to you. "y/n, truth or dare?” she asks.

“dare.” you say, feeling bold. bev smirks immediately, “i dare you to kiss rich.”

"f-fuck off, bev!" bill barks, but you're already sliding into richie's space and lifting a brow at bill. richie’s hands fall around your hips and you grin at him, the two of you softly kissing. he's a good kisser, and for a moment you imagine it's bill. when you pull back, bill gets up muttering about getting some air.

he doesn't talk to you at all until the others fall asleep, piled in your living room at around 1 in the morning.

when you’re about to turn into your room, a hand yanks you back and you stumble, running into him. “whats up, buttercup?” you ask lightly, smirking. bill gapes at you. “are you kidding me, y/n?” he says. you hear someone rolling around downstairs and bill’s hand is shoving you inside your room, kicking the door shut behind him. “can you stay away from my f-fucking friends?” he asks hotly, arms crossing. he’s never looked hotter.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say with a smirk. “what, like you weren’t hanging off richie all night? you kissed him just c-cause you felt like it?” you’ve never felt such energy from him before as he steps towards you angrily.

“oh, i get it. you're jealous." you smirk, lifting a brow. bill scowls at you and you swear you could melt right there. his brows are furrowed, eyes narrowed and fierce, his jaw clenched and chest heaving.

christ.

"you f-fucking wish." he says with a scoff, his arms crossing over his chest. you narrow your eyes at him, feeling hot with his gaze on you. "as if. never in a million years, asshole." you retort. he shakes his head, laughing lowly. "i can hear you through the walls, you know. at night." he says slyly, his smirk growing larger by the moment. your heart drops and your stomach freezes. "wh-what are you saying?" you say accusingly, wishing that he wouldn't notice your red cheeks.

"oh, y-you want me to say it, huh?" he spits, walking closer to you, up until your legs are hitting the back of his bed. "i've heard you touch yourself while th-thinking of me." he says, his eyes dark and a smirk on his face. "i can hear you through the walls." he whispers into your ear, making you shiver.

fuck.

"oh, are you sure your pervy imagination didn't just dream that up after you got tired of hearing me moan your best friend's name through the walls?" you counter, then doing an imitation of a exaggerated moan, "richie!"

your thighs clench immediately when his hand shoots out and grips your throat, leaning towards your face. you moan quietly as he squeezes lightly, "s-shut the fuck up." he spits at you. you’re shocked and one of your hands shoots up to hold his arm. “is billy jealous?” you say sarcastically with pouty lips. you see anger flash brightly in bill’s eyes and suddenly he’s surging forward, clashing his mouth onto yours.

you moan into the fiery kiss with pleasure, stumbling against the bed and almost falling, bill’s hand that isn’t around your throat coming to catch you by your waist.

you pull away and bite his lip as you break the kiss. “so you are, hm?” you say as you pull away. he rolls his eyes, "shut up." and then you’re kissing harshly again, his hand squeezing down your waist and sneaking around to your ass, making you suck in a breath through your nose.

bill smirks mockingly, “it’s so pathetic how desperate you are.” he says, his hand sliding up from your ass and rubbing the seat of your underwear. “you’re s-soaking. is this all for me?” he asks lowly. you’re gasping, your mouth open as you stare up at him.

he pushes you gently away to let you fall onto his mattress. “well?” he asks, looking expectantly. you blink up for him, gasping now that your throat isn’t constricted by his fingers. you’re aching for him but you want to push it further. just to see how far he’d go.

“you couldn’t pleasure me if you tried your hardest, denbrough.” you say with a breezy laugh. he glares at you, pulling your legs so you slide to the edge of his bed. you look up at him, his face stern and sexy as he flips you over so your ass is in the air.

as you try to look over your shoulder you’re suddenly jolted with a sharp pleasure and you yelp, your ass stinging. “what was that, princess? y-you think i can’t make you feel good?” he asks tauntingly.

you moan into the pillow below you as he pulls down your shorts. his rough, large palms rub up and down on your ass before he smacks you again in the same spot and you squeal, aching for him. “look at this lace. did you w-wear this hoping i’d see it?” he asks and you moan, weakly nodding your head. you hum out a gasping "yes" and he laughs again as you distantly hear his shirt fall on the floor. “yeah?” he asks, his fingers ghosting over the wet patch on your panties, starting to lightly rub at your clit. “take off your shirt.” he says sternly and something about it makes you sit up quickly, his thumb still stoking you, and you lift the shirt off your torso.

you moan when you feel him kiss up your back, his own bare shoulders pressing into yours. “look at you, d-doing exactly what i say. so ready for your step brother's cock.” he whispers in your ear. you gasp, completely shocked that something so dirty would come out of bill’s mouth.

and then he’s slipping two fingers into your entrance, his other hand pressing on your back to force your body into the mattress. you let out a half-moan, half-sob, squealing as he starts thrusting his fingers. his thumb comes back to rub harshly at your clit and you buck your hips.

his fingers move expertly in you, curling and making you moan his name loudly. he tuts suddenly, the noise is so sexy that you groan.

“you have to be quiet. w-wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?” he says from behind you, his fingers pulling out of you. you nod and he leans up, pressing a hot kiss to your list. it’s fierce and your teeth clash as you hear him pull his pants off, pushing his boxers down his legs.

“please fuck me bill.” you beg, looking at him and feeling the most desperate you ever have.

“th-that’s right. you’re mine.” he hisses as he slowly sinks into you. you gasp and moan into the mattress, your hands pressing in below you.

as he fills you up you whimper - he’s so much bigger than anyone you've ever had. his hands grip your hips as he starts thrusting, groaning quietly. “fuck.” you whimper, moving your hips in time with him as he picks up pace. one hand holds his body up, leaning over your back and sucking harshly on your neck. his other hand slaps your ass again and you moan his name. his hand slaps over your mouth and you almost want to scream at how hot it is when he leans into your ear, thrusting deep, “shut. up.” he commands.

his hips are snapping into you and hitting spots in you that make your toes curl. his hand leaves your mouth, instead tugging your hair so your head tilts back and he kisses into your mouth.

your body feels like it’s on fire as his cock fills you up and makes you clench around him. “fuck.” he mutters as he quickly pulls out of you, tugging you around so you’re face to face. “r-richie could never fuck you as well as i can.” he says, guiding himself right back to your entrance and teasing your entrance. "nobody can." he mutters and you groan, chanting out small pleads.

you gasp, eyes wide and eyebrows drawn together as he thrusts into you and you throw your head back, “oh my god, bill.” you whimper. his hand grips your throat again and you moan instantly. he chuckles as he fucks you into the mattress. “god, you’re so wrecked for me. look at you.” he tuts, smirking as he squeezes his hands slightly.

you moan raggedly, taking in his muscular frame hovering above you as he thrusts into you. “i’m.. i’m gonna cum.” you whimper, you’re eyes screwed shut. he laughs in a mocking way, his hand cupping your tits and thrusting into you in harder. “then cum.” he grunts.

after a few more thrusts you’re cumming around him, whimpering and breathing raggedly. he’s smirking and still thrusting into you. your nails are dragging down his back because of how sensitive you are and then he's groaning, biting your neck as he cums in you.

your breaths are mixing together as you lay there in shock and bliss. he sighs before he pulls out, pulling up your panties and patting on top of the cloth. you’re both breathing heavily as he smirks at you.

“if i didn't know a-any better, i'd say you were waiting a l-long time for that to happen.” he says lowly with a smirk, leaving his shirt in your room as he leaves.

#this is bad im sorry #bill denbrough smut #bill denbrough x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #losers x reader #losers club x reader #my writing

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hellreads · 4 years

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what are some of the most filthiest fics you've ever read?

this is the HARDEST ASK I have received so far, I spaced out after seeing this ask trying to recall every single filthy fic I ever read because there’s a lot but I will only be adding three fics per member for this ask, now, what I consider filthy may not be your cup of tea or may seem vanilla to y’all but to each their own, btw filthy to me includes threesomes to gangbangs because we’re weak for double penetration in this house, a lot of cum play and sloppy seconds, dirty talk, degradation, and more ~ by more I mean feelings, I need to feel something before drowning me in good explicit smut but I like pwps too lol, anyway, enough of my ramblings let’s get to the list! | 🍒

NOTE: please check all tags and warnings before reading a fic, read any of these at your own risk!

TOP PICKS

❥ The Hills by @minflix➴ Ski-Trip/Vacation!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen.

❥ Pour Up by jungxkook (deactivated/story no longer here on tumblr)➴ Fuckboy/Fratboy!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

❥ Extreme Obsession by saylilirose➴ Psychological/Yandere!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ In life, you meet one person that you live and grow old with.

You? You meet seven.

But your love? Non-existent.

But theirs? Real…and obsessive.

Which turns deadly and dangerous.

Without hesitation.➴ NOTE: this story contains heavy/dark/taboo themes and this isn’t for everyone, make sure you read all tags and warnings before starting this fic, you’ve been warned.

Kim Namjoon

❥ Miss Communication by @dovechim➴ Poly!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace and something else that isn’t quite what you expected.

❥ Tigerboy by @joonbird➴ Hybrid!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot➴ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”

❥ Criminal by @teawithkpop➴ Criminal/Police!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Namjoon is a wanted criminal, and he decides he wants you to be his ‘last meal’ before he’s booked.

Kim Seokjin

❥ The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin➴ Devil!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

❥ Off-Limits by @floralseokjin➴ Brother’s Bestfriend!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

❥ In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx➴ Idol/Escort!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Chanyeol | Series➴ We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

Min Yoongi (hardest list to make, I have a lot of good Yoongi filth T_T)

❥ Zelus by bumblexfox➴ Sugar Daddy/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to.

❥ Dead Leaves by wrienne➴ Detective!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency.

❥ Hyung, Open the Door by @gotmetalkinginmysleep➴ Idol!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

Jung Hoseok

❥ Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la➴ Idol!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by @minflix➴ Rich Kids/FWB!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Langour by @littlemisskookie➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister.

Park Jimin

❥ Sharing is Caring by @littlemisskookie➴ Prostitution!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Jimin | One-Shot➴ Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night.

❥ Power Play by @dovechim➴ Pornstar!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know him as the A-lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single-handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

❥ Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Neighbors!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series➴ Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He, however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook (because majority of my fave filth includes these two ~ I am breaking the 3 fics list for them because I can dsjkhfkjasdhf)

❥ Clandestine by @ditzymax➴ Assassin!AU | Taehyung x Named OC x Jungkook | Series➴ As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know.

❥ Shameless by @imaginethisbts➴ Voyeurism/Exhibitionism!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.

❥ When You Least Expect It by @johobi➴ F2L/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last-ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

❥ Stealing the Bite by @wildernessuntothemselves➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling.

Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

❥ The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot➴ Poly/Tattoo!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you��re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his rolex in your hand.

❥ Into Temptation by coconutty➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ It was just a dare…

❥ Lust and Errors by @imaginethisbts➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Stepbrother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh➴ Idol!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ This Isn’t Love Darling by @junqkook➴ Mafia/Escort!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

❥ Illicit Photography by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ University/Photography!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

❥ My Way by @ellieljade➴ Fuckbuddy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

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❥ Moth to Flame by @bang-to-the-tan➴ Vampire!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry.

❥ Void by @btssavedmylifeblr➴ Space!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You are the only female crew member on a 12-year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

❥ Temptation Series by @yminie➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Sleeping Temptation : Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.

➴ Waking Temptation : Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore.

➴ Sweeter Temptation : After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.

➴ Breaking Temptation : Jungkook ditches movie night for other activities, and you’re not impressed.

❥ Seven Deadly Sins by @mintedmango➴ Demon!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Physcom by @teawithkpop➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ AU where live-in Physical Companions are provided to k-pop groups so the members can relieve their sexual related stress and tension - around their busy schedules, of course. You are one such “PhysCom”. However, complications arise when the BTS members start harboring romantic feelings for you. Feelings you’re not sure you can reject with any believable amount of conviction. Such a scandal could result in getting both you and them fired and exposed, ruining any future career options for all parties involved… it turns out the “com” in PhysCom might as well stand for complications.

❥ Cum by @honeymoonjin➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Two-Shot➴ An episode of Run! BTS in which the seven members compete to see who can make you cum first.

❥ The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend➴ Club!AU | OT7 x Reader (Hobi-Centric) | Series➴ You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from hell #rfh:ot7 #rfh:knj #rfh:ksj #rfh:myg #rfh:jhs #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #I have more mature/explicit/filthy fics just check my ficshelf for easy filtering #I was supposed to share my thoughts as to why I think these stories are filthy but decided not to because i don't wanna spoil the smut parts

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Is It Wrong?- Part 3 (Michael Langdon X Reader)

so i got a lot of requests for michael to be put in his place, and i just gotta say... that doesn’t exactly happen in this part lmao. it will definitely happen in a future part tho!! y’all also wanted jealous!michael, which i was glad to deliver!! i really hope y’all like this part. please reblog and leave comments if u do!!! :)

please check out my masterlist for part 1 and 2, since i’ve heard that including links in posts now fucks with the tags (i don’t know if this is true, but just to be safe i’m not gonna include links). lmao

plot: michael langdon is a picture-perfect fuckboy, and, lucky for you, he’s also your stepbrother. how will you survive?

warnings: inappropriate relationships, fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, high school au, underage drinking, smoking, jealous!michael, teen angst, public (ish) sex, fingering, choking, blowjobs/facefucking, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking (both traditional and non-traditional, if yanno what i mean...), dirty talk

word count: 7k

tags: @alicecooper19 @blackfyrez @bbyduncan @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 @satansapostle @trelaney @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning @alexa-is-on-fire @kissydevil @langdonalien @langdonsdemon @sloppy-wrist @wroteclassicaly @langdonsinferno @duncvn @langdonsrapture @ccodyfern @starwlkers @xtheinevitableprophecyx @americanhorrorstudies @sodanova @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @divinelangdon @sojournmichael @kahhlo

A month had passed since the… incident with Michael, and since that time, you’d transformed into somebody you hardly recognized.

You and Michael? Well, you and Michael had begun to get along quite well. Gone were the days of pointless arguing- if there was ever a problem, it usually wouldn’t be long before Michael’s dick was somewhere inside of you, and by the time you both were done, neither of you would have the energy to fight anymore. You still bickered, of course, and you both loved nothing more than to get on each other’s nerves, but the initial hatred you’d harbored towards your stepbrother was now, for the most part, gone.

The change was obvious and palpable. Sometimes you were surprised that your parents hadn’t caught on to something going on between you and Michael, but you figured they were just happy you were both coexisting. We’re finally like a family, your father had said, beaming, when you and Michael had shared a blanket during family movie night.

You’d exchanged a look with Michael, uncomfortable giggles passing both of your lips. If only your father had known where Michael’s hand had been placed, right that very minute, underneath the blanket.

You supposed that what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

In the mornings, Michael would drive you to school without complaint. You suspected this was because of the opportunities for quick car… activities: on several occasions, he’d fingered you on the short drive to school, testing himself to see how quickly he could bring you to an orgasm, your hands clamped around his forearm as his fingers moved between your thighs, tinted lens-covered eyes focused on the road.

That boy was always in the mood, you’d come to realize.

On this particular day, Michael seemed to be more in the mood than usual; he’d given your ass a particularly hard slap as you passed him in the hallway that morning, a cocky grin crossing his face when you’d told him, only half-seriously, to fuck off.

God, this was fucking ridiculous. You knew this was ridiculous, that this was wrong, that you should feel unclean, dirty, every time you let him touch you. It made complete sense, logically, for you to cut things off with him.

Besides the glaringly obvious fact that he was your stepbrother, he was also a total douchebag, a fuckboy, a player. He’d been balls deep in at least a quarter of your grade at some point or another. He objectified you- you (admittedly fondly) recalled a time he’d pushed you up against the sink one morning, snaking those big hands up your pajama shirt to grab a fistful of your tits before walking off like nothing had happened.

And, like the fucking idiot you were, you’d been left in a state of absolute, pathetic euphoria, your cheeks flushed and heart pounding, teeth sinking into your lower lip like a pornstar.

Sometimes you really hated yourself.

Scratch that, you hated yourself a lot more than sometimes.

When you’d finally come downstairs for breakfast, dressed in your usual jeans and sweater, you’d noticed Michael’s gaze lingering on the curves of your thighs, prominent through the form-fitting denim material. Had he always checked you out like this?

“You need a ride to school today?” Michael asked, shoveling a spoonful of your favorite cereal into his mouth. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, but decided not to mention it.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Miriam seemed pleased with this exchange, shuffling over to where Michael sat and ruffling his hair affectionately, much to his obvious dismay. “I love seeing you two finally getting along. See, isn’t it so much better being nice to your sister?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at you, hands lifting to adjust his hair back to how it’d been before Miriam touched it. “Yeah, it really is. Right, sis?”

You cut your eyes at him, leaning your elbows on the counter and checking the time on your phone. “We’re gonna be late, bro.”

Michael stood up, again leaving his bowl on the table like the entitled, spoiled brat he was. He looked good, with black jeans and his favorite, faded pair of Doc Martens, paired with a white t-shirt and his beloved leather jacket. Lately he’d been letting his hair grow out, and his soft curls were nearly reaching his shoulders now.

When you noticed the chain that he’d attached to his belt loops, you snorted.

“Nice chain. Good luck on your Hot Topic interview.”

He looked down at the silver appendage, leveling it idly with one hand before looking back to you. “You don’t like it?”

“I’m not saying I don’t like it, I’m just saying you look like you’re about to pull up to a My Chemical Romance concert circa 2008. All you need is some eyeliner.”

He walked past you to the front door, seemingly unaffected by your comment. “Honestly, eyeliner doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

You followed behind him until both of you were outside. It was almost admirable how little Michael cared of what other people thought of him; his confidence was probably why he was so popular, even though he didn’t necessarily fit in with the frat-boy-to-bes who were usually at the top of the high school food chain.

“So,” he said as you walked side-by-side to his car, giving you that familiar look that you knew so well. You swallowed, knowing fully well how little self-control you had when it came to Michael.

“I was thinking, maybe we should ditch first period today.”

You huffed, pretending to be opposed to this idea, even though you willingly went along with nearly anything Michael suggested no matter what it was. You got in the car, inhaling that telltale mixture of cologne and cigarettes and fast-food grease, getting yourself comfortable before answering.

“Michael, I can’t miss math again. I’ve already missed three times in two weeks.”

“So what’s one more time?” He ran his fingers through his hair before turning the key in ignition, the golden morning sun hitting his angelic features just right. Your mouth watered, and all at once your will dissolved into nothingness.

“I really hate you.”

He looked at you from the corners of his eyes with a smirk, pulling his sunglasses off the front of his shirt and putting them on.

“Fine.”

ii.

This is why I can’t fucking resist him, you thought, breath slow and heavy as Michael laid kiss after sloppy kiss across your collarbones, hand placed firmly between your thighs.

Michael had put in his favorite Pink Floyd CD once you’d arrived at the abandoned parking lot (the same one that his creepy friend had taken you to- apparently it was a popular place for teenagers to fuck). You’d both sat there for a bit, making small talk and sharing a joint that he’d pre-rolled, knowing fully well what you’d both come there to do.

I kind of wanna stretch my legs out, he’d finally said, voice low, the baby blue of his eyes accentuated by the red tinge surrounding his irises. Why don’t we go in the back?

Leave it to Michael to get straight to the action.

He’d gotten you undressed in a matter of minutes- your jeans and boots were discarded on the already cluttered floor of the car, leaving you in nothing but your sweater, socks, and pale blue underwear. He’d looked unbelievably sexy, lips red and glossed with spit, when he’d drawn back to pull off his jacket, eyes clouded with a voracious, possessive lust.

Part of you wondered how many other girls had seen him in that exact state.

The thought dissipated, however, when he’d pushed aside the thin fabric of your underwear and promptly slipped two long fingers inside you.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” he’d murmured, playing with the hem of your sweater before pulling it off over your head. The warmth of his breath against your neck and the lewdness of his raspy words may as well have made you melt into a puddle right then.

Who’s gonna show this stranger around?

Ooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooh, I need a dirty girl

Michael’s fingers seemed to match the beat of the song playing, thumb flicking at your clit as he sucked a trail of bruises across your heaving chest, marking you, claiming you. You moaned, rolling your hips against his, feeling his hard length pressing into your thigh through the tough material of his jeans; you reached between his legs and squeezed it, making him chuckle against you, and he brought his head up to face you.

“And you’re always so eager,” he said, retreating back onto his knees. Then he slid your underwear off and tossed it amongst the rest of the clothes that had piled up, hands flying to unzip his pants once you’d been disrobed. “My baby sister is such a bad girl for me.”

You considered reminding him that he was only a month older than you, and that you were hardly a baby, but you didn’t have time to correct him before he pulled his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring forward.

Your legs spread instinctively for him, and he inched towards you, positioning himself on top of you while your back rested partially against the door. He aligned the head of his cock with your opening and you sighed, reaching up his shirt from behind and pressing your fingernails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Fuck,” he grunted, eyelids fluttering as he pushed inside your tight heat, your narrow walls swallowing him up. Wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, you moaned softly, heart rate increasing when he began to thrust slowly, but with just enough force to make your legs feel weak.

Every time he fucked you was like the first time; he was huge, and you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the feeling of him stretching you out. You loved the pain, though, loved the way you couldn’t walk right when he was finished with you, even when he went as gently as he could; you liked the bruises, the scratches, the indents of his short fingernails where they’d dug into your skin.

“Michael,” you sighed, bucking your hips up to meet his rhythmic thrusts, both your sounds of pleasure becoming diluted by the drums and guitar and keyboard blaring from the stereo.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, and you were sure he could taste the salt of your sweat, his tongue darting out to trail along your skin as he fucked into you.

You were stricken with ecstasy, shivering when Michael’s firm torso made friction on your clit, and you brought one hand up to run through his sweat-dampened golden waves.

“H-harder,” you choked out, and he sank his teeth into your shoulder before mumbling a half-hearted response to your plea.

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby? Wanna feel me for the rest of the day?”

“Mhm.” You gave his hair an urgent tug, and again he tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes so dilated they almost appeared entirely black. Placing one hand loosely around your throat, just like he knew you liked, he pulled himself all the way out of you; there was a vulgar slapping noise as he gave a hard, pointed shove of his hips, impaling you to the hilt, and you cried out at the fullness.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he praised, eyes locked with yours while he pounded you into the leather seat, hard enough to bruise. His grip tightened around your neck as he came closer to his release, forehead slick with perspiration, perfect mouth agape.

This was everything, everything you thought about, everything you wanted: moments like this, your bodies pressed flush together, moving in perfect time. You caressed Michael’s hair so softly, one might mistake it as a loving touch, your other hand making shallow scratches up and down the expanse of skin beside his spine.

Your cunt clenched around him and you were almost there, his thrusts becoming sloppier with each passing second; there was a moment of silence, amplifying the raw sounds of sex as the song came to an end; that silence was followed by a quiet whirring, and then another song came on, psychedelic chords flooding your senses along with- fuck-

The head of Michael’s cock hit something sensitive deep inside of you, sending your lower body into convulsions, and you were sure your fingernails were drawing blood now, clawing onto Michael for dear life.

oh god-

-your thoughts weren’t coherent anymore, and then you were crying out, Michael’s cock working you open like your fingers never could, head lolling back and nearly colliding with the window, and-

“Oh god- oh fuck-“

The pads of Michael’s fingers pressed harshly into your throat, his eyes half-open in pure, fucked-out bliss, while yours rolled back into your head. It took only a few more strokes for you to cum, and then Michael was too, and you were glad you’d went on birth control for your period cramps when you were sixteen because holy shit did it feel good when he spilled his hot load inside you.

He pulled out of you, admiring the sight of his cum leaking down your inner thighs; he slid one finger up between your folds, gathering the sticky secretion and rubbing it against your pulsing clit, a self-satisfied expression crossing his face when your body twitched at the sensation.

“Ew, Michael,” you said, wrinkling your nose. He was so fucking smug every time he came inside of you, like he’d just marked his territory.

He just laughed at your reaction, moving back to pull his pants back up and refasten his jeans, reaching into the back pocket to pull out his package of cigarettes once he was finished re-dressing.

“Don’t wanna go back to school,” he grunted, retrieving a cigarette from the pack and sticking it between his teeth.

“How come? All your adoring fans are there,” you said, having found yourself in a sarcastic mood. You put your underwear back on, followed by your sweater; you decided you’d wait until later to put on your jeans, given the limited amount of space you had right now.

“I like you so much better when I’m inside you,” he said, picking up a lighter from the floor of the car and lighting his cigarette. “You’re too busy moaning my name to give me any attitude.”

You narrowed your eyes, but you were too exhausted to come up with a biting response. “Fuck you.”

“Just did.”

A trail of pale gray smoke wafted in your direction and you waved it away, coughing dramatically for good measure. “You know you can open the windows, right?”

“You know it’s my car so I can do whatever I want, right?” He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly in your face, eating up your resulting look of disgust.

Some things would never change, and no matter how many times you let him fuck you raw, no matter how many times you brought each other to orgasm, you doubted the stepsibling rivalry would ever completely fade.

From the front seat, Michael’s phone vibrated, and he cursed under his breath as he grabbed for it.

“Hey, man,” he said once he’d accepted the call, resting his elbow against the window, flicking ash carelessly onto the floor of the car. The worry that it’d been Miriam calling to inquire about your whereabouts disappeared, and you reclined back against the seat.

“Uh, yeah, I skipped first period.” He shot you a warning look, indicating for you to stay silent, and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, uh, I’m picking up some shit for tomorrow.”

He sucked at the end of his cigarette, waiting for a response from his friend, while you picked your jeans up and put them on, struggling slightly as you attempted to get them on in a sitting position.

“No, I told you I can’t steal my stepdad’s shit anymore. My dumb fucking stepsister ratted me out and now he has a lock on the cabinet,” he said into the phone, shooting you a contemptuous scowl from the corner of his eye.

You batted your eyelashes innocently as you worked the tight denim up your legs; you were still proud of yourself for that one.

“Yeah, I’m picking up a few cases of beer. I- yeah.” Long pause. He flicked away some more ash, this time onto the seat, and you could see an orange ember still glowing in one of the tiny piles that had landed beside you. You wriggled your hips, finally getting the waistband of your jeans up and securing the silver button in its place. “Fuck no, dude, I’m not buying any of that 4 Loko shit. You remember what happened last time?”

Another pause. You were somewhat intrigued now, and Michael could tell; he held up his hand, dwindling cigarette poised between two fingers, waving you away with an obnoxious flourish.

“Yeah, man. I’ll see you in gym, dude-“ you could hear his friend speaking on the other end of the line, and Michael laughed at whatever he’d said. “Yeah, dude, those gym shorts Zoe Benson wears shouldn’t be allowed. I don’t know how anyone expects us to focus on fuckin’ volleyball with her ass hanging out like that.”

More laughing.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, and Michael held a slender finger up to his lips.

“Yep. Bye, man.” He pressed his thumb into the “end call” button, before putting his cigarette out on the door and turning to you. “C’mon, we gotta go pick some shit up.”

You grabbed your boots from the floor and pulled them on. “For what?”

“None of your business.” He slung his leather jacket over one shoulder and got out of the car, the rubber soles of his combat boots slapping noisily against the asphalt as he walked around to the driver’s side.

You followed suit, hoping Michael couldn’t see how difficult it was for you to walk as you made your way to the passenger’s side and got into the car.

“C’mon, just tell me,” you said with a pout; in all honesty, you were fairly certain of what Michael’s plans were- he did the same thing nearly every single weekend, house party-hopping with his friends until he came home past 2 am, stumbling by your bedroom with absolutely no attempt at discretion.

The difference now, though, was that you kind of sort of wanted him to invite you to come with him for once. You were a senior in high school, after all, and you’d never even once been to a high school party. So sue you for being curious!

“If you must know,” he said, putting the car into drive, “it’s for a party. You don’t go to those.”

“You don’t know that,” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Uh, I kinda do. I’ve never once seen you at a party. And I go to a lot of them.”

Wow, Michael, you’re sooo cool, you thought bitterly.

You had to admit, though, he was right.

He noticed the look on your face and snickered, perhaps a bit too condescendingly for your liking. “Aww, what, does my baby sister want her big brother to take her to her first high school party?”

Your skin prickled, and you looked out the window to avoid his piercing stare. You couldn’t believe the number of times you’d allowed this total douchebag to cum inside you. Even worse, you couldn’t believe that you were definitely going to let him do it again. “I wouldn’t be caught dead at a party with you,” you managed through clenched teeth, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, starting in the direction of the local gas station which was infamous for not carding underaged kids when they went to buy alcohol.

Fuck it. If he wasn’t going to invite you to come, you’d find your own way.

iii.

Later that day, you’d asked your slightly-more-social acquaintance for a ride to the party that weekend, since your former best friend was no longer an option. She’d agreed, and you were surprised at how easy it’d been to get an ‘in’ on the high school social scene without Michael’s assistance.

You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you walked into the party.

You’d searched through your drawers and in your closet for something cute (and also enticing enough to catch Michael’s attention, although you’d never say that outright) to wear; eventually you’d found a little red tank top, which your best friend had always said made your tits look good, and a pair of high-waisted jeans that you’d always thought made your butt look bigger.

Turning around in the mirror, observing your exposed midriff and pronounced chest and round ass, you had to admit you felt positively mouthwatering.

On the night of the party, your acquaintance arranged to pick you up at ten, which was perfect, since Michael had headed out at 9:30. You wanted this to be a surprise, and so a fashionably-late entrance was ideal.

You got yourself ready, straightening your hair and dousing yourself in perfume with hints of cinnamon (Michael’s favorite scent, although you swore to yourself you hadn’t done this on purpose). You smudged black eyeliner under your eyes, hoping this would make you look sexy and not like a raccoon, and put on a red lipstick that you only ever wore on special occasions.

Seeing yourself like this made you wonder why you didn’t dress up more often.

Before your ride came, you found your father’s key to the liquor cabinet (just as you’d expected, he’d hidden it inside one of his steel-toed work boots, which collected dust by the front door all year long while he continued to insist that he needed them for an upcoming ‘project’, whatever that meant) and unlocked it.

With shaking hands, you’d poured yourself a few shots, holding your nose each time you threw one back, throat burning and body shuddering at the awful flavor that you figured was probably what gasoline tasted like.

By the time you got the text from your acquaintance, alerting you that she was outside, you were decently drunk. Your thoughts were clouded with a thick fog and your cheeks were hot, but you liked it, liked the way your insides felt warm and uplifted, the way your mind felt numb; holding your hand against the wall to steady yourself as you walked to the front door, you attempted to mentally prepare yourself for the night to come.

You didn’t think you’d ever been so ready for something in your life.

iv.

In less than an hour, the party had gone from decent to good to great.

You knew the girl who was throwing the party, albeit very vaguely; you’d spoken a couple of times to her about school-related things, and she’d been nice enough. From what you’d heard, her parents had gone out of town for the weekend, and she’d taken full advantage of the opportunity.

It reminded you of when Miriam and your father had gone off on their honeymoon in July, and Michael had taken it upon himself to throw 3 consecutive keg parties in your fucking house. Well, technically, your backyard. But still. You’d stayed up in your room those nights, kept awake by the thumping bass coming from outside, ranting to your (ex) best friend over FaceTime about how goddamn much you hated the newest addition to your family.

And, of course, she’d gone and fucked him.

Could you really judge her, though? You were fucking him now, too, and you had infinitely more reasons than she did not to fuck him.

But that was besides the point.

The small group of girls who’d been in the car when you were picked up immediately dispersed upon arrival, leaving you to your own devices; already intoxicated, you’d begun your search for Michael in the crowd of drunken teenagers, keeping an eye out for that impeccable, lush mop of blonde hair.

You didn’t know what you were planning to do once you saw him. You couldn’t approach him, especially not if he was with his friends, but you wanted him to see you in all your glory, wanted him to see that hey, look, I can go to parties too if I want, and I don’t need you.

Michael, however, found you first.

It was much later (though you couldn’t be quite sure how much later), after you’d given up on your search, opting instead to talk to a cute boy who you thought looked very similar to one of Michael’s friends.

Honestly, it probably was one of Michael’s friends- at this point, you were too drunk to tell, having indulged in one or two (okay, more like three or four) more shots during the time you’d spent weaving through the party.

You were in the middle of telling the boy exactly how you knew that Chuck E Cheese recycled their pizza slices when a thick, slurred voice interrupted you.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned, eyes heavy-lidded, a stupid, sloppy smile plastered across your made-up face.

That smile only slightly faltered when you saw who had spoken. It was Michael (because who else would it be?), looking stupidly beautiful like he always did, face twisted up into something you couldn’t quite decipher- maybe you were too drunk to tell, or maybe he was too drunk to properly convey his emotions; either way, you were unsure of what he was planning to say to you.

“Who did you come here with?” he asked. He was practically yelling, struggling to be heard over the shouts of teenagers and blasting rap music.

“Wouldn’t you-“ you hiccuped- “like to know?”

His line of sight suddenly dropped down to your chest, and then to your hips, and then back to your eyes, and you were 99.9 percent sure you’d just witnessed his eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

When he realized you’d noticed him looking, he made an attempt to save himself. “Huh. Looks like you actually put effort into looking good for once.”

You probably would’ve been offended at this comment, had you not been multiple shots deep.

“You think I look good?” you purred, rocking back and forth on your heels like a spoiled little girl asking for her father for a pony.

He ignored your question, focusing his attention now on the boy you’d been talking to.

“There you are, dude, we were wondering where you went.” He poised an eyebrow, not bothering to conceal his confusion with the situation at hand, which was, of course, the fact that you were mid-conversation with one of his friends. “So, um... whatcha doing?”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans, a venomous smile stretching across his full lips. He wasn’t happy, that much you could tell.

The boy let out an oblivious chuckle. “Your sister was just telling me about- what was it, (y/n)?”

“Chuck E Cheese,” you said quietly, probably too quietly for Michael to hear. Not that you really believed Michael cared much about what you’d been talking about.

“Right- well, did you know that there’s like, a conspiracy, I guess? That they-“

“-Don’t fuck around with my sister, okay?” Michael interjected, his tone firm and unyielding, and you felt your face bloom with color. “It’s my fucking sister, man. I would back off if I were you.”

All at once, the boy’s smile faded, as did yours. So apparently Michael was an aggressive drunk. Noted.

“Michael, I can talk to whoever I want and there’s nothing-“ you jabbed your finger at Michael’s chest, giggling uncontrollably at the resistance of the muscular surface. “-you can do about it. So suck. My. Dick.”

The muscles in Michael’s face tightened, and you got the smallest urge to run your tongue along the sharp, angular stretch of his clenched jawline. Of course, you refrained.

“I would’ve thought you learned not to run around with my friends after the first time, but I guess I was wrong,” he said with a shrug that you could tell was meant to make him appear indifferent to the matter; it didn’t take a psychologist to tell, though, that he cared far more than you knew he’d ever admit.

“Yeah, I guess you were,” you slurred, spinning around to take hold of your new friend’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Without another word to Michael, you walked away, your new friend allowing you to guide him as you searched for somewhere else to go. Swaying your hips with each step, you hoped Michael was getting a good eyeful of your ass in those skintight jeans of yours.

God, it was like a natural high whenever you got under Michael’s skin, and right now, you were over the moon.

You should’ve known that things would end up like this, because your life was one massive cacophony of clichés and this was just the way things played out in every single teen sitcom.

It felt disrespectful, somehow, being pushed up against the wall of a total stranger’s bedroom, your tongue tangling with some kid you hardly knew, the taste of liquor ripe on the back of your throat.

It felt even more disrespectful when you sat him down on the edge of the bed, sinking onto your knees so you were between his jean-clad thighs, and it felt downright indecorous when you unzipped his pants to pull his cock out of his boxers.

You shut your eyes to avoid accidentally making eye contact with any of the pictures adorning the wall, especially the family photo enclosed within a picture frame that had Family Is Everything written across the bottom in hot pink script.

What the fuck were you doing?

Taking the boy’s cock in your hand, you applied a few thoughtless licks to the head of his dick, his sighs audible even over the muffled music that spilled into the room underneath the closed door. You bobbed your head down, taking him into your mouth, his fingers gently lacing with your hair as you dipped further.

With your eyes closed, you could almost pretend that it was Michael’s dick in your mouth, and not one of his not-as-cute friend’s.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” moaned the boy, and you cringed at his dirty talk; still, you took more of him into your mouth, pressing your tongue flat against his shaft, wishing he’d put more pressure on the back of your head with his palm like Michael always did.

Fuck Michael Langdon, fuck the way you wanted him even when he was a total asshole to you, and fuck the fact that he was on your mind, nonstop, even when you had another guy’s dick in your goddamn mouth.

You brought your hand away from the boy’s shaft and instead placed it on his thigh, pushing your head down until you were gagging around him, nose nearly reaching his balls. The boy gasped, inadvertently lifting his hips and shoving himself deeper in your mouth, and you sputtered.

From out in the hallway, you heard someone talking about finding the bathroom, the voice growing louder and louder until the mystery speaker was directly outside the bedroom; it didn’t occur to you to be concerned, or at least not until it was far too late and the door had already swung open, and you heard two startled shouts- one from the boy you’d been sucking off, and one from the person who’d just barged in.

“Michael-“ exclaimed the boy, and it was then that you realized how truly fucked you were.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Michael said, and you felt a hand entangle with your hair to yank you back, painfully, so you were sprawled on your ass.

You looked up at your stepbrother, his nostrils flaring in that way that only happened when he was pissed, and silently you scolded yourself for thinking that he looked hot like this.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fuck with my sister?” he continued, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt and jerking him to his feet. The boy looked positively terrified, lower lip trembling as Michael whirled him around and sent him catapulting out into the hallway.

“You ever touch her again and I’ll snap your fucking neck,” he yelled after him, sounding so dead serious that you thought it’d be foolish not to believe his threat.

Now it was just the two of you, and honestly, you were pretty fucking scared (though why, oh why, did you also feel something like excitement building up in your belly?). Michael slammed the door shut before coming to tower over you; you scrambled back, moving to stand up, but he stopped you.

“No. You stay down there,” he spat, voice laden with disgust. “Who knew you were such a little slut? If you wanted something to suck on, (y/n), you could’ve just asked me.”

“Mi-Michael, I-“

“-Shut the fuck up.” He reached down to take a fistful of your hair in his hand, using it to bring you roughly to your knees.

Why the fuck was this happening? And why the fuck were you so completely turned on?

“If cock in your mouth is what you wanted, then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he said, unzipping his pants and retrieving himself from the confines of his boxers; he was already hard, his cock springing forward so suddenly it almost hit you across the face, and you flinched.

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you liked having cock in your face,” he taunted, taking his thick shaft in hand and slapping you across the cheek with it. He did this a few more times until the side of your face was stinging, sadistic laughter bubbling past his lips each time you squeezed your eyes shut in utter humiliation and arousal.

When he grew bored of this, he reached down and manually unhinged your jaw, wasting no time before pushing himself into your mouth, brushing the back of your throat with his first thrust.

You gagged, drool already seeping from the corners of your lips, balling your hands into fists at your sides as you allowed your stepbrother to mercilessly use you.

He snapped his hips forward, his cock so deep in your throat that you were now face-to-face with the soft curls surrounding his pelvis.

“I bet he didn’t fuck your face like this,” he said between pants, holding your face against his balls before pulling out and fucking back into your hot mouth. “Bet he didn’t show you who you belong to like I do.”

You moaned around his stiff skin, sending vibrations up the length of his cock, and he cursed loudly; tears streamed down your face, no doubt ruining your makeup, but you were too far gone to care.

Michael pulled out of your swollen mouth, strings of saliva stretching and breaking between your mouth and his glistening cock. You took in a much-needed breath just as he took you by the front of your shirt and forced you to stand, groping your tits as he thrust you backwards onto the bed.

“Did you let him inside you?” he demanded, making quick work of removing your jeans and tossing them off the side of the bed.

“No, Michael, I swear-“

He cupped your pussy, making you squirm when he pressed two fingers against your clit through the thin material of your panties. “I better not find out that you’re lying.”

He pulled your underwear off and discarded it on the floor, leaning down to spit a thick wad of saliva onto your dripping cunt. You whimpered, wiggling slightly against the mattress, and in turn he pinned you down by your hips with a bruising hold.

“I’m gonna be as clear as I can be,” he said, flipping you onto your stomach and lifting you up by your waist so your ass was in the air. He wrapped a strand of your hair around his hand, tugging your head back, and you could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as he brought his head down to whisper in your ear.

“This pussy?” He landed a painful slap on your cunt, and you jumped. “It belongs to me.”

You bit your lip at his words, ringing in your ears even after they’d left his mouth. He let your hair go, hooking his fingers around your cheek to push them inside your mouth, and obediently you opened up for him.

“And this pretty mouth?” He lined his cock up with your slit, pumping his fingers in and out of your gaping mouth, your eyes watering when he pushed them down on the back of your tongue. “It’s mine too.”

In one swift motion, he pushed all the way into you, not allowing you any time to adjust before he began hammering inside at a ruthless pace; you cried out, overtaken with the seamless blend of pain and pleasure that Michael had gotten you so accustomed to, more tears streaming down your cheeks and dropping onto the sheets below.

He pulled his fingers out from your mouth, using his hand instead to smack the rounded curve of your ass. You buried your face in the pillow, hoping you wouldn’t stain the case too badly with your smeared makeup, arching your back higher so you could feel every inch of Michael’s cock filling you up.

The vulgar, wet sounds of his cock slamming in and out of you were almost too much to bear, a mixture of your arousal and Michael’s spit dripping down your inner thighs in a crude display; Michael gripped your hips for leverage, undoubtedly forming five fingerprint-shaped bruises on your padded skin in the process.

“Oh fuck- Michael, please-“ It hurt, the way he was fucking you, but you would’ve sold your soul right then if it meant always being able to feel this intense, rapturous pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?” Michael barked, voice raspy, but still harsh enough to cut through your consciousness like a knife.

“Y-you, Michael, fuck,” you moaned, twisting the bedsheets in your hands until your knuckles turned white, eyes rolling back into your skull as Michael bottomed out inside you again and again and again.

For a moment, he steadied his thrusting so he could catch his breath, slowly pressing himself all the way inside so his balls rested against your ass.

“You- take me- so- well,” he said between sharp inhales, tracing one hand gingerly down the length of your spine. Your skin erupted with goosebumps at the tenderness of his touch, your hips grinding back to increase the stimulation.

It only took a few moments for Michael to recuperate himself, and once he had, he was back to his animalistic ways; behind you, you could hear him grunting, and you could only imagine how beautiful he looked back there in all his fucked-out bliss.

“I’m- I’m-“ you couldn’t get the words out, your walls clenching around him as you came unexpectedly, your juices dribbling down your inner thighs and all over Michael’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Michael laughed, coating his fingertips until they were slick with your essence and observing them in awe. You went to get up, but he turned you onto your back, kneeling over your shoulders and promptly inserting himself down your throat.

He groaned, releasing his thick, salty load in your mouth; he was so deep in your throat that you didn’t even have to swallow.

“Fuck,” Michael said, falling back to lie beside you. You were a mess, trails of mascara staining your cheeks and red lipstick smudged, and you had no idea how you were going to leave the room without someone wondering what the hell had happened to you.

You got into a cross-legged position; you definitely weren’t in any position to get up or walk anywhere at this point in time. “So were you actually pissed that I sucked your friend’s dick? Or was that just an excuse to throw me around and fuck my face?”

It was an earnest question that you genuinely didn’t know the answer to. Why did Michael care so much anyway? Especially considering the times he’d fucked your (ex) best friend?

“Little bit of both,” he said, hoisting up his hips so he could pull up his boxers and jeans. “Look. I- I may have overreacted just a little bit. I just don’t want my douchebag friends putting their hands on my sister, you know?”

You scoffed. “We both know you don’t consider me your sister.”

“Doesn’t matter. I just- I don’t know. Forget it.” He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rising to his feet. “I’m gonna go see if I can find makeup remover somewhere. You look like a fucking wreck.”

There was something about that statement that made your heart swell in your chest; Michael was actually doing something nice for you?

“Aww, really? Thanks, Michael,” you said with a smile.

He scrunched up his face. “Alright, calm down.”

He opened the door and disappeared into the hallway, leaving you half-naked and alone with your thoughts. You felt conflicted, like you always did after you spent time with Michael, but you couldn’t help but feel that there was something, deep down, inside the hardened, fucked-up heart of your stepbrother, that actually resembled something good.

Or maybe it was just the alcohol talking.

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”So, we’re gonna start today’s Martin Mystery rewatches with The Vampire Returns. Should I have listened to more of the Young Frankenstein soundtrack during lunch in preparation? Probably. But here we are instead.

I love how this show always specifies the exact time shit starts going down. For instance, in this episode, 10:32 pm CEST

Good on Lady Soulsucker’s date for paying enough attention to notice when the girl he’s out with grows fangs and her eyes start glowing. You don’t see that often enough.

Aw and then she takes the daintiest bite of apple with teeth bigger than Date-Dude’s face.

I wonder how they got out without being noticed... can’t remember if the vampires in this episode can do the ‘turn to fog’ thing. Sure I’ll find out later.

Diana sitting there with a book and a crowd of impressed young ladies. What are you showing them, Diana? Did you make this book yourself? Did you mother write it? I can’t think of a reason for the ooo-ing and ahh-ing going on otherwise. Either that or you managed to attract a pack of lesbians and they are trying to get in your pants.

...ya know I’m kinda all for the idea that Diana has unwittingly attracted a chunk of Torrington’s lesbian population and they are all trying to smooze in the awkward way that only a young gay can manage.

Also hello Tonio, it’s nice to see you. I’m going to have to include you in this in some way, I believe, given the location and also that this is a fic for nix.

Martin, Martin, sweetie, no. You are not getting that girl. There were actual sparkles coming off her, you don’t deserve that sort’ve quality. Plus, ya know, she sounds like your brand of nerd isn’t her style. I know the saying is “aim for the moon, if you fail you’ll land among the stars” but let’s be realistic for five seconds

Tonio can see this disaster coming from a mile away.

Amber is not having it, solidly unimpressed. I’m shocked.

You think the girls at this school ever rate the boys and just, give Martin a solid 6/10 for effort and moxie alone? “We wouldn’t date him, but at least he’s entertainingly stupid.”

Amber’s look of shock and concern at the idea of Martin enjoying studying. Like she’s about to call in the Psi Psi Psi girls and Diana, clearly their moron has fallen ill. Diana, meanwhile, is just pissed and I can’t decide whether the idea that this is because Martin is lying to get a date or because ‘has he been lying for the past our entire lives’ is funnier.

Though, given we’ll be working with witch!Martin for this it’s not like he’s lying. He just doesn’t like studying, well, anything they teach at Torrington. (Although I am still a big fan of the idea that he’s perfectly bright and just doesn’t apply himself like, at all.)

Martin don’t growl at your sister, you’ll get enough chances to in season 3.

And Amber trying to let him down easy.

“Very rare, and totally irreplaceable” and you, all the way into season 2, are going to work with them, in your office, immediately after calling in Martin- known disaster and Destroyer of Projects? I swear you’d think MOM wanted her crap ruined. After a point you have no one to blame but yourself.

Martin no.

I repeat, MOM, no one to blame but yourself. Most people with an ounce of sense would stow away the shit they didn’t want destroyed when the guy who keeps destroying shit was called in.

Diana no. You’re being sent on a mission not a fucking river cruise.

Introducing, the world’s scariest tunnel of love. First condoms in the water, now people going missing, this dude is just done.

Well Lady Soulsucker just fucking demolished that place didn’t she. Godsdamn, forget shutting it down because people disappeared, shut it down because it’s officially a safety hazard.

Okay, access hatch in the ceiling, that explains that.

...Okay but Martin isn’t entirely wrong with his assessment here? Something strong and nocturnal is right on the nose, and while the werewolf and half-beast-half-humanoid (and I love he uses that word specifically) hybrid guesses aren’t quite right, they aren’t far off the mark. He brought his A game today.

Diana, darling, kids playing practical jokes generally don’t leave fair rides completely demolished in their wake. That is not a normal occurrence.

Java about to eat half-consumed food off the floor like child did Diana not teach you better than that? I wouldn’t be surprised Martin didn’t but Diana?

500 year old saliva. This is the sort’ve ridiculousness I expect from this show. What, did Lady Soulsucker not swallow, spit, or brush her teeth since she escaped her coffin? Was she going around with 500 years of no brushing on her breath? Of course she’s got vampire hypnosis it’s the only way she could get a date.

Vampire goes rwar at children, flees into the sun to escape capture. Also he may need some heavier clothes, those don’t seem to be keeping the sunlight out.

Martin no.

Billy making himself useful. Helping them follow the massive flashing clue that is the vampire’s clothing.

Martin slow your jock-ass down

Martin no, purple isn’t your color.

Okay, can I just say here that Lady Soulsucker looks fucking weird? She looks like a haunted porcelain doll. Or a shitty oc. Here, a theme song to go with her.

Question, why is there a surf shop in the middle of Paris? Is Paris big for surfing? A true French sport?

Oh, yeah, Simone, I forgot her name. It’s very French. Also dude chill.

Diana will not be stopped by some weird hyper-jealous dude.

She also, ya know, looks like a fucking corpse. But yeah, the reflection thing is your first clue something’s up.

He doesn’t see her, he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t smell the 500-yo morning breath. I claiming him as an anosmiac by the way, the flag is in.

Welp. I can’t decide whether this feeding was more or less extreme than the last one. I mean, this time was pretty fucking hardcore, but last time she demolished an entire fair ride.

Simone, sweetie, have you considered that if you are looking for a specific guy maybe, just maybe, the way to go about it isn’t to just eat whatever random dude happens to be within hypnotizing range? Just a thought?

“He needs help, I’m going in” Martin says right after watching a guy get eaten by a vampire, proving that while he may not be the moron we deserve, he’s the moron we need. Diana, on the other hand, is a voice of reason and doesn’t deserve this shit.

Lucky those clothes were there to break your fall, Martin.

Martin, after dropping from the ceiling into a vampire’s feeding ground, alone: Don’t make me fuck your shit up! Simone, seeing this: Oh yay it’s my moron! Speak of the devil!

Am I saying Gerard was probably just as much an impulsive dumbshit as his great-x-grandson? Yes. Yes I am.

“Clever, and brave.” And a complete moron of a dork. “Just like my Gerard.”

“And just as handsome” it’s nice to see the looks keep in that family? I don’t believe Gerard got the floaty hair though, but his hair looked stupid so really Martin has the advantage there.

Vampire minions are strong, holding back Java with one hand.

Vampire true love is apparently very sparky.

Well Diana, at least you saved the watch.

Martin gets abducted by vampires, Billy immediately must run to the scene.

I’d be impressed with your strength, Java, if those doors hadn’t looked 70% fallen in before you got to them. You could’ve probably gotten the same result from a hearty cough on them.

Gerard=Martin w/o floaty hair or modern fashion. Don’t know why the portrait is in black in white.

You’d think Billy could’ve taken the thirty seconds to read a brief overview about the woman while he waited for Diana and Java, but no.

No wonder Gerard looks weird, there’s not even a splash of warm color in that outfit. And warm tones don’t do Simone any favors. Coordinate your fashion better, people, you’re vampires for fuck’s sake! What would Mike say!

How do we know about genes from a 15th century vampire? Also I note she says ‘relative’ and not ‘descendant’, but I’m not in the mood to dig into that.

Billy you are literally a galactic conqueror, but your big boy underwear on and get in the basement.

Let’s be real, Diana, that’s just a sibling thing. You go into horrible places to save them so you can give them hell about making you go to a horrible place to save them.

How many minions has Simone gotten together? Like, the clan hasn’t been renewed yet, so... When did she get the time? It’s been like 24 hours

Okay, that explains new guy A, what about B and C over there, who look like they stepped out of Robin Hood? where they sealed in with you? Is this the old crew?

Simone, queen of the night and motivational speeches.

Martin you can’t just call on a specific guy, poor thing probably had a heart attack. “Fuck, my Lady’s new consort has beef, fuckfuckfuck” but no, you just want some fucking fries. And Simone is fucking loving it.

Okay, so we know some of them sleep upside down.

It’s nice to see vampires can still be active sleepers.

Hissy vampires on all fours

Vampire!Martin is perfectly fine with being an evil trophy husband

Vampire!Martin standing there like “yeah, you rule the underworld, babe, rocking it!”

“Do you know how much grief I’ll get at Torrington if my stepbrother comes back a vampire?” Would it really be that much more than you get just for having him as a stepbrother in the first place?

A vampire lord consort and yet still, at heart, an annoying brother

Simone: Get me back my fucking moron and we’re all screwed!

Tell me that’s like, Diana or Java’s dirty sock because I’m fairly certain even Martin doesn’t deserve to have his own stuffed in his mouth

And Simone becomes a massive fucking bat beast. Fur, muzzle, little winglet-dealies, big ears, big teeth, no tail...

Okay, yeah, Java’s sock, cool

Those are some seriously dirty windows. Or, well, were.

Sunlight burns everybody but also burns Simone to fucking ash right quick. Which then removes the curse on her victims.

Also I wanna know more about this apparent vampire gene. It is of much interest, especially given next episode will be dealing with werewolves and in some folklore werewolves when killed become vampires, so...

Martin. No.

Amber really. Either you were setting him up or you yourself are dense as teak.

Oh Martin... stick with spies and monsters, honey

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imaginedanganronpa · 6 years

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Can you please do a SaiMatsu Cinderella au, but it’s gender reverse?

This is so cute!! It got super long, whoops! Also, not the Brother’s Grimm version, but enjoy.

Saimatsu Cinderella AU! (Gender Reverse)

Saihara Shuichi was a troubled young man. His life had beengoing smoothly until the untimely passing of his father, and when his motherremarried to his greedy, awful stepfather, things continued spiraling downhill.

Now that both of his parents had passed away, his stepfather and twostepbrothers had free-reign to treat him any way they pleased.

Even while his mother was still alive he felt rejected in his own home. Shenever said anything out of fear that his stepfather would do something cruel soSaihara dealt with the constant torment on his own.

His life had slowly gone to Hell now that he was left all alone. They forcedhim to do all the work around the house and locked him away all day,restricting any of his own free-will. He was the subject of abuse from hisbrothers and began to question his mere existence.

Though, Saihara did care for and look after the mice and birds that also madetheir home in his chamber. They were the reason why he kept going every day.

Meanwhile, in a much different setting, the King decides that his beautifuldaughter, Kaede Akamatsu, was of marrying-age and in need of a suitable husband so thatshe could finally rule and take his place once he was gone.

Though, Kaede wasn’t so sure about his plans. She was wary about finding herfuture husband at a Ball hosted by her father, but she did as she was told likea good Princess would.

The word spread through the town quickly, and Saihara overheard hisstepbrothers talking about how they would win Princess Kaede’s heart. Hisstepfather forced the two to attend the Ball because he wanted one of his sonsto gain royalty status, because then he, too, could gain wealth.

They must have sensed Saihara’s interest and he stepfather turned towards thepoor boy. “Not you, a Princess like her would never fall for a lowly scum likeyou. Just get to work.”

It felt like a punch to his self-esteem but they weren’t entirely wrong.Saihara did not have nice clothes or a good reputation like his brothers did.He broke down and felt disconnected to his life, wondering how he ended up inthis position.

It seemed like fate had something else in store for him when his friends, themice and birds, began weaving a suit tailored just for him. “I could neverimpress a Princess, don’t waste time.”

Still, it was worth a shot, right? On the night of the Ball, Saihara slips intothe suit and begins sneaking through the house, trying to not alert hisbrothers. His plan fails, though, because they spot him and jump on himimmediately.

“Our father told you not to bother!” Exclaims the first as he challengesSaihara and sizes up to him, in which Saihara stands his ground. “Exactly!Don’t even try it, she’s going to fall in love with one of us!” Hisses thesecond as he tears at the sleeves and rips it at the seams. The other followsthrough as a helpless Saihara watches them destroy the only suit he had.

Feeling more broken than ever, he watches his father escort his brothers to theBall and leave him alone in the giant house.

Or so he thought he was alone. He is frightened when he turns back towards hischamber and sees a woman standing there… someone he’s never seen before. Hegasps, and she hushes him and explains why she is here.

“I’m your Fairy Godmother, of course! I’m here to make sure you make it to thatBall!”

Saihara furrows his brows, confused as to how she got here. “Look at me! I’m amess, I can’t go there anymore.”

Without hesitation, she waves her wand and transforms his tattered suit into asparkling, black and silver lined leather suit and tie topped with glass boots. He is taken completelyaback, undoubtedly believing in her powers.

The strange woman takes his hand and leads him outside where he is met with ahorse-drawn pumpkin carriage.

“This magic only lasts until Midnight, you must be home by then!” She arches abrow. Saihara is led to the King’s castle where hundreds of young men are nowarriving. The home is filled with people and he has a moment of self-doubt,until he reminds himself that he isn’t going to come all this way for nothing.

All eyes seem to be on him as he makes his grand entrance in the carriage. Even his own stepbrothers don’t seem to recognize him.

Somewhat confidently, he makes his way to the center of the dancefloor. Fromher balcony, Kaede watches him enter and immediately became infatuated. “Who isthat boy?” She asks her father, in which he responds with “I’m not sure.”

She makes her way down the spiral staircase and glides towards him, giving himher hand and introducing herself. Saihara is speechless, now in the presence ofa true Princess. “Would you like to dance?” She asks with a romantic tinge toher voice.

That’s precisely what they do. The pair dance together all night, hand-in-hand.They laugh and twirl around the center of the room. The other men gathered herebecome incredibly jealous of Saihara for stealing the Princess’ attention awayfor hours and he loses track of time.

His eyes glance at the clock after it strikes 11:00 p.m. His eyes grow wide ashe apologizes and excuses himself. “I must go!”

“Wait!” Kaede calls after him, “You never gave me your name!”

But he doesn’t hear her and rushes out the front door, causing her to becomeincreasingly confused.

He doesn’t even notice when one of his glass boots slips off on the staircase.

Saihara rushes back to his carriage, not wanting the magic to run out becausethen it would reveal his true self. He makes it back to his home just in time, asthe carriage dissolves back into a regular pumpkin and his suit turns back intohis former clothes.

It was a magical night that he’ll cherish forever, but a part of him wonderedif that could have turned into something more. That’s silly, though, because aPrincess like Kaede Akamatsu would never love someone like him – his family wasright. She was only interested because of his appearance, if she knew what hewas really like, she’d never go for him.

Meanwhile, Kaede feels a bit discouraged. She tells her father that the onlyboy she felt like she had a connection with was the mystery boy, but she nevereven got his name. How was she supposed to marry someone that she doesn’t evenknow?

The whole situation changes when one of her servants retrieved the boot, askingif she recognized it. Her eyes light up and she cheers, “Yes! That’s my boy’s!”

The King, desperate to please his daughter, devises a plan: he will go door todoor until they find the person who perfectly fits the glass boot, and then hemust be her future husband. Kaede completely supports his plan, and the nextmorning, it is put into action.

It takes several hours to finally arrive at Saihara’s home. He watches from thechamber as a group of Knights on horses approach his home with the glass bootin hand. Immediately, he recognizes it and realizes that he must have lost itwhile fleeing.

Listening through the small window, he hears their plan. His stepfather bringshis two sons outside and he watches them each try it on, miserably failing bothtimes.

“Do you have any other sons?” Asks Kaede, hopeful. “This is the last home intown… and we have yet to find the person who fits it.”

His stepfather shrugs it off. “Well,” he begins, “I have my stepson but hedidn’t attend the Ball! It would be silly to think that you’d fall in love withsomeone like him, anyway.”

Upon hearing this words, Saihara bolts down the stairs and towards the frontdoor. He is met with his brothers, arguing as they re-enter the home and seehim desperately trying to push past them. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I want to try on the boot!” He cries but they grab his shoulders and force himback. “You didn’t even go to the Ball! Nice try, you coward.”

Saihara musters up all of his strength and finally shoulders his way past thetwo. They scream and call for him but he bounds through the double-doors at thelast second and presents himself to the Princess.

Something looks oddly familiar about this boy. He looks poor, beaten, andlowly… but she felt like she’s seen him before. Though, Kaede can’t quite puther finger on it.

“I’d like to try it on.” Saihara proudly proclaims, and is met with laughterfrom both his stepfather and the royals. Kaede hushes them immediately,insisting that he has the right to do so.

A wave of relief washes over Saihara. Unable to refute his daughter’s commands,the King nonchalantly hands the shoe to the boy; and to their amazement, it’s aperfect fit.

He feels a bit flustered and embarrassed as his cheeks turn red. “I have a lotof explaining to do.”

Kaede leaps from her seat on the carriage and wraps her arms around hisshoulders, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. His stepfather and brotherswatch in horror, their jaws drop, and become angry. His stepfather is insistingthat “This can’t be!”

“Oh, but it must!” Kaede responds while looking lovingly into his eyes. “I knewyou looked familiar. But at the same time… so different.”

Still, she smiles at him warmly and he feels his luck begin to turn around.Saihara and Kaede wed later that day and fall hopelessly in love.

It didn’t matter if he came from a completely different background, Kaede believed in true love and the connection they had on the night of the Ball is one that cannot be dismissed.

He leaves his home and becomes a loving husband and Prince, and soon-to-be King, ruling alongside the woman that he falls madly in love with.

Happily Ever After.

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daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn · 6 years

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Once Upon a Time

Summary: A retelling of Cinderella; an unapologetic fairytale.

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 2.1K

[A/N] Written for the Phandom Writing Challenge 1: the Anti-Trope Challenge. Beta’d by the amazing Jasmine.

Dan barely remembered his mother. She had passed away when Dan was barely six years old, and his father had remarried so quickly that he had completely grown into his new situation. His stepmother brought two children with her: a son and a daughter. Although Dan had tried to befriend them at first, he had soon retired his efforts when he realised that they were not at all interested in being nice to their new, young stepbrother. It had taken years for him to understand why they were so hellbent on picking on him: they were jealous. Jealous of his curls and his dimples and his laugh that made everyone around him smile with him. And it wasn’t just Mark and Erica, his stepmother seemed jealous too. Every other day she came home with presents for everyone but Dan, dressing her children in expensive clothes and putting shiny bracelets around their wrists, while leaving Dan with their hand-me-downs.

Dan’s father died, four years after his remarriage. Dan abruptly gave up complaining about the situation. Now that the only person who seemed to care about him was gone, he was forced to resign his campaign. He grew quieter with every passing year, simply waiting it out until he would be old enough to move far away and start anew for himself.

One day, when Dan was sixteen, spending his days doing chores and being silent, Erika came dancing into their main room. She was holding a beige envelope, and from the corner of his eye Dan could see the red royal mark, stamped on the front. “Mum, Mark, come in here!” She tossed the envelope on their futon and waved a letter at her family. “The prince is looking for a partner. He is holding a royal dance for the most beautiful people in the country to choose from. And we’ve got an invitation.”

“Who is ‘we’?” Mark asked.

Erika waved her hand dismissively, “You and me, of course.”

Dan, who had been paying close attention from the corner of the room before, sighed and returned his attention to the ironing board.

The peace and quiet returned as his stepmother and stepsiblings left to go buy outfits in town. They left the letter on the table, unattended, and Dan couldn’t contain his curiosity. After a quick glance out the window to make sure he really was alone he picked up the piece of paper and read it. At the bottom, in chic and loopy handwriting, were the names of Mark, Erica, and himself. He was on the list. He stood frozen in place for a moment as he thought over his options. Of which there weren’t many, admittedly.

When his family came home he was immediately set to work, sewing sleeves just a bit tighter to show off Mark’s biceps, embroidering flowers onto Erika’s dress, and attaching feathers to his stepmother’s hat. And as they were all sat in the main room of the house, Dan did something he hadn’t done in a very long time: he spoke up. “I was invited too.” It was quiet, but not inaudible. Three pairs of eyes focused on him, confirmation that they had all heard him loud and clear.

“Excuse me?” His stepmother raised her eyebrows almost mockingly.

“My name. It’s on the invitation.”

Erica rolled her eyes, “Probably a mistake. Focus on your sewing, it’s crooked over there.”

“They wouldn’t let you in. Could you imagine? You look like a scarecrow with a bird’s nest on your head.”

They all laughed. A loud cackling that filled Dan’s ears, ensuring he would shut up and never bring it up again. He sewed in silence.

On the day of the ball the household was up in arms from the moment they woke up. Dan was busy making last minute amendments to clothes, while Mark and Erika perfected their own and each other’s hairdos and makeup. Their mother was circling around them, perfecting her children’s looks, before going back to her own styling. She insisted on going to ‘make sure all went well’, but Dan knew she secretly hoped the prince’s eye would fall on her. As if an eighteen-year old royal would fall for an angry-looking middle-aged woman. He said nothing.

When they all got in the horse-drawn carriage, Dan was left alone in the cold house. The street was deserted and the other houses around them dark. Everyone was at the ball tonight. Dan retreated to the kitchen, where he knelt next to the small fireplace, crying as he tried to warm himself up. He was trembling, holding his hands over the small flames of a fire no bigger than his hand. Salty tears streaked his cheeks and dropped down into the ashes, shaping into grey steam as they made contact. Suddenly, the tiny wafts of steam started mingling, forming an ever-growing cloud that rose above the fireplace and made Dan fall back onto his butt, crawling away. The cloud started sparkling, becoming a shiny silver rather than grey, and eventually mixing in all the colours of the rainbow until it disappeared and a small old woman appeared in its place.

Dan was dumbfounded, staring with open mouth at the lady with her soft white hair tied back in a bun and her wrinkly but open face. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.” She said, approaching carefully, “I am a fairy and I will make sure you can go to the ball. We’re short on time, so quickly, go to the basement and catch four mice. Then meet me in the garden.”

After being used to following commands pretty much all his life even in his baffled state Dan managed to get to his feet and obey the request. He ran down to the basement and collected four mice in the pockets of his apron.

When he brought them to the woman in the garden, she took them and gave his next order, “Find me two lizards and pick a pumpkin.”

Again, Dan went off to follow the instructions. Catching lizards in a garden proved much harder than catching mice in an enclosed basement, but he still managed, holding the slippery animals tightly as he hurried back to the fairy woman. “Excellent.” She exclaimed, taking these from him, too.

She put all the items on the ground, where for some reason they all stayed in place and made no attempt to escape. With a wave of a thin wooden stick the pumpkin and mice grew first, shaping into a beautiful white carriage and four grey horses with glittering white manes. Dan couldn’t believe his eyes, stepping closer to touch on of the horses, just to make sure it was real.

While he stood there and examined the animals, the fairy waved her wand over the lizards, and out grew two footmen dressed in chic red velvet dress coats and high white boots. They curtsied to Dan, a boy in shabby clothes with dust in his hair from retrieving boxes of jewellery from the attic that morning.

“There, all ready to take you to the best night of your life.” The lady said contently.

“But I can’t go looking like this. They would kick me out.”

“Gosh, I almost forgot. How silly of me.” She stepped closer, and gently tapped his forehead with the wand, sending cool shivers up his spine. When he looked down at himself, he saw a beautiful golden suit, stitched with silver thread, and a pair of shimmering grey dress shoes on his feet.

“It’s beautiful.” He exclaimed breathlessly.

“Now go, and have an amazing evening.” The fairy said, “But remember that you need to be out of the palace by midnight, as my magic loses its power then and all will return to how it was before.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this.” Dan said.

“You don’t need to. Now go.” With a tap of the wand to her own forehead, the lady disappeared.

One of the footmen opened the door of the carriage and Dan stepped inside, sitting down onto the soft red futon.

The palace lit up brightly in the distance and as they approached Dan could make out the candles and lights decorating the imposing building. Outside, servants were taking coats and directing carriages. They curtsied for Dan as he entered through the gates into the ballroom.

The moment his feet touched the wooden floor the orchestra on stage stopped playing and the people stopped dancing. All eyes turned to the new entrant and his radiating looks. The crowd split, forming a path to Prince Philip who was already making his way over.

“May I have this dance?” He offered Dan his hand, and Dan gracefully accepted.

The prince’s first dance was for Dan. So was his second. And his third.

The people around them were murmuring to each other, speculating about the identity of this beautiful boy who had captured the full attention of their royal. In a corner of the room were Mark, Erica and their mother, pouting and complaining. “He should give others a chance. This is so unfair.”

But Dan and Philip had no eye for anyone else. They danced all night and Dan had never felt happier, spinning around light as a feather in the prince’s arms thinking of nothing but him.

Until the clock struck twelve. Dan was roughly awakened from his haze and pulled away from Philip. “I have to go.” He said, and turned around. On the seventh beat of the clock he was out of the palace, tripping down the stairs and losing a shoe along the way. He had no time to come back for it, disappearing into the night.

Prince Philip was left by the gates. “I don’t even know your name!” He shouted into the darkness. Just as he was about to give up and go back inside he noticed the shoe on one of the steps in front of him. He quickly made his way down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

As he ran home, Dan’s clothes changed back into his cotton trousers and shirt, but his one shoe remained the same. He took it off and stuffed it in the pocket of his apron. He reached home barefoot and cold, going straight to the kitchen where he curled up in spot by the fireplace and cried himself to sleep.

Mark, Erica, and their mother woke Dan up with their shouting upon returning to the house, but he didn’t stir, pretending to still be asleep. He could hear them complaining in the next room about how if Dan had just ironed Erica’s dress better or made the buttons on Mark’s suit shinier, the prince would have chosen one of them. Their mother was trying her best to console them, “He still might choose one of you. After all, that mysterious prince disappeared. Who knows if he’ll come back.”

Prince Philip, however, did not seem keen to let it go. The day after the ball the country was plastered with posters, advocating that whoever fit the Silver Shoe, Philip would marry. In an attempt to stay positive Erica proclaimed, “It says ‘whoever’ and doesn’t specify a gender. If it fits me, he’ll have to marry me.”

They waited impatiently for the royal servants to reach their house and offer them the shoe to try on. Dan watched from behind the ironing board as his stepsiblings eagerly grabbed the shoe from a servant’s hands and fought over who could try it on first.

Erica won, sitting down on the futon and shoving her foot into the dress shoe. It was too big, falling off her the moment she lifted her leg. “Wait, let me try again.” She begged as the servant handed the shoe to Mark.

“It clearly does not fit, miss.”

Mark’s foot was too big. He couldn’t even get his heel in there no matter how much he struggled.

“That’s quite enough, sir. You might break it with this aggression.”

The servants turned to Dan, but his stepmother intervened, “He’s just the help. He’s nobody.”

“The prince wants everyone to try it on. That includes him.” He insisted.

Dan avoided everyone’s gazes as he took the shoe and put it on. It fit perfectly, of course. The moment the servants realised this, they all took a knee. “Sir.”

“He didn’t even go to the ball.” Erica shouted. She was pulling on her hair in pure frustration.

“I can’t afford a wedding suit,” Dan said softly, but I do have a pair of shoes.” He pulled the matching silver shoe out of the pocket of his apron and put it on.

“The prince’s fiancé has been found.” They guided him outside, leaving Erica, Mark, and their mother dumbfounded. Erica was screaming something as Dan entered the royal purple carriage, but no one was listening anymore.

That same day Philip bought his groom-to-be a satin suit with a line of diamonds on either shoulder.

The next day, Dan married his prince.

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haiqyu · 6 years

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Remember

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

"Johnny."

"Hyung. "

I looked at them in shock. "You guys know each other? "

"Johnny is my stepbrother. " Taeyong told me.

"ohhh... " I nodded my head.

I felt like Taeyong and Johnny weren't in good terms. They were glaring at each other. Taeyong's arm tightened around my waist as if he was trying to pull me away from Johnny. If they were in good terms, they would be patting their backs or something like what boys would do. Maybe they had some beef with each other that I didn't know.

‎Johnny looked at me and then to Taeyong's arm. The sides of his mouth went down. "so, you're with him,huh... How's your date?"

‎"Taeyong is pretty sweet and cool. Our date was fun and chill. He's really caring as well. He bought me a purple hair pin too!" I smiled and forgot about the tension between them.

‎"oh really? " Johnny gritted his teeth while giving a smile at me.

‎"We are going now. Bye. " Taeyong interrupted and dragged me away.

‎I looked at Taeyong and poked his sides. "Why are you two so...like... You know... "

‎"he did something to me in the past that I could never forgive him for. "

"oh..." I wanted to know more but I don't know if it's a touchy subject. So, i left it alone, changing the subject to cute dogs immediately.

Soon, days became weeks. Weeks became months. Months became years. Well, actually one year. Not years so... As time went by, I fell in love with Taeyong more and more. I've always thought that there was connections between us. We both have the same hobbies and we liked the same things. Slowly, Taeyong and I had been more comfortable with each other and were very chill. We both hang out in our houses and had cuddling nights.

Within the year, Johnny had became more vocal and touchy with me. When he called for me, he would run his hand down my back, as if we were very close to each other. I would always shiver but I shrugged at off. I always thought Johnny was very friendly with me. I never told Taeyong about it, knowing that he would be furious about it.

One day, I wore the purple hairpin to work. My outfit with the hair pin matched and I was feeling happy on that day. When I was washing the cups, Johnny approached me. "hey, what's that on your hair? "

"oh? It's the hairpin that Taeyong gave to me. It's really cute. " I smiled.

"could I take a look? "

"um sure? " I dried my hands and took of the hairpin, giving it to him.

He looked at it and in a swift motion, smashing it onto the ground. It seemed like the time stopped, everything going in slow motion. The purple gems on the hair pin smashed onto the ground, shattering into millions and billions of tiny shards.

The King grabbed the pin, pulling my hair in the process, and smashed it onto the wall. His face red and his hands trembling. Hands were clenched into tight fists. I fell onto the ground, kneeling down in front of him. Tears flowing out of my eyes. Rough hands found the way to my chin and pulled it upwards, making me look at the King. "you belong to me! How dare you taint your body with HIS dirty gifts! "

"You belong to me, (Y/n). I've been hinting my love to you for years and you never noticed. How dare you... " he grabbed onto my chin, just like what the king did to me in the flashback.

"what the fuck? " a voice shouted.

We both looked at the side. I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. I saw Taeyong punched Johnny in the face. I just looked down at the hairpin. Eyes filled with tears and lips was quivering. I slowly picked up the shards on the ground, cutting my fingers in the process.

"Please stop... Stop fighting... " I cried into my bloody hands. "why are you two even fighting over a girl? "

"because (Y/n)! He killed me once! He broke the hairpin once. He was in love with you and wanted you to be his concubine! He wanted you but I got you first. He was jealous and so he killed me! He locked you away from society and didn't allow you to have human contact! Now he wants you back! Now he broke the pin again!" Taeyong shouted at me. "he... He was the King... "

"I don't understand? I don't unDERSTAND! WHY? Why must this... " I blacked out.

I stood in the dark. Alone. Cold. Freezing cold. Suddenly, the whole scene changed. It was the winter. Snow covered the trees, building, the garden and the palace. The couple walked hand in hand, smiling at each other. They were wrapped in comfortable and warm clothes. The girl rested her head onto his shoulder.

Her hands playing with the bracelet on his wrist. She looked down and caressed her belly. She grabbed his hand and made him caress her belly as well. "our baby will grow up to be strong and healthy! They will be handsome or pretty like us! " the girl smiled at the guy.

The guy hugged her tightly. "I love you so much. The baby will just be like us. I really love you so much, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Taeyong. "

The scene changed again. It changed into the couples room. The girl spat out blood. She held onto her belly. She cried hard and looked down. Blood trickled down her thighs. She was in pain. The guy called the medic to come over.

After a while, the medic announced that the girl was poisoned and the baby was, unfortunately, gone. When they both heard the news, they started crying again. The guy hugged the girl tightly, while crying his heart out. They found out that the food was given by the King himself.

The scene changed again. "be careful okay? Don't leave me alone here... Don't die, okay? " the girl put her head onto his chest.

He nodded. He was suited up. He wore armor and was in his battle gear. His side had a sword which will be able to kill many men. He lifted her chin up gently and kissed her. "I will come back. I never leave you. Good bye, (Y/n)."

"good bye... Taeyong." she cried.

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"No... N-no..." she fell onto her knees. "he... He can't be dead! He promised me that he will be back! "

She cried and cried but nothing was able to bring her beloved husband back. She didn't know that he was killed by the King. She was brought into a room where she spent the rest of her life in. She rarely got any human interactions, except for the king and servants themselves.

She lived in pain and misery. She often cried herself to sleep. She had to take medications but nothing cured from her depression. She brought our a book and started to write her life story in it. She hoped that the person who found it could bring her and Taeyong justice.

She passed away peacefully on her bed. Little did she know, she was reincarnated years later. The book she wrote was able to find their original owner. She didn't get her memories back, but as grew older, her memories came back as flashbacks. But she was the unlucky one as both her husband and the king retained their memories.

And they want her back.

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lady-divine-writes · 7 years

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Klaine one-shot - “Love Conquers Moonlight” (Rated PG13)

As a Slayer in the town of Lima, Ohio, it's Kurt's job to protect people from monsters ...

... and one monster from himself. (1916 words)

Notes: This is a re-write, but it's been completely rehashed. Just in time for Halloween :) Slayer!Kurt.

Read on AO3.

The soft dirt and random patches of mud gave Kurt no traction whatsoever as his feet pounded the ground. He dodged headstone after headstone of gleaming white marble, glowing eerily in the moonlight and reflecting off his alabaster skin, making him look like a specter himself. The sound of sinister, heavy breathing filled his ears, and he knew the monster was close. He didn’t need to hear it though. He had performed this dance numerous full moons before. He could feel the animal in his blood. It moved when he moved, dodged when he dodged, followed his prints in the earth step for step, matching his pace.

The animal was toying with him, but Kurt was in complete control.

Kurt veered right, and his foot sank ankle deep in a patch of fresh manure.

“Ugh!” Kurt groaned, stopping a moment to yank his foot free with a sickening slurp. He saw the gloppy mess completely covering his shoe and gasped. “No! My vintage powder blue Converse! They’re ruined!” Kurt threw an angry glare over his shoulder. “You asshole!” he bellowed, but started off again so that his pursuer wouldn’t gain too much ground. In the dark, where the creature chased Kurt through the low light and the shadows, Kurt swore he heard a deep, menacing chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh now,” Kurt mumbled as he reached beneath his jacket and grabbed the gun he had thrust in his waistband. “You’re not going to be laughing in a minute.”

Kurt loaded the weapon with practiced ease - a skill known by a handful of the high school students in town … unfortunately. In Lima, Ohio, Kurt wasn’t alone in this unique skill set. Most of the McKinley High School Glee Club were mages or monster hunters, keeping the night safe for their small, backward town. It was theirs … and Kurt’s … duty to serve and protect.

But Kurt was different among them. Special. Powerful. He was chosen. But that’s all he was allowed. As opposed to his friend Rachel, who had her eyes set on Broadway after her time in Lima was done, or his other friend Mercedes, already making moves to secure a record deal, or his stepbrother Finn, who would be playing for the Buckeyes after graduation, Kurt had only this. Apparently, hunting monsters was the only destiny life had planned for him. Every other dream he had growing up had been stolen the day he turned sixteen and became the Slayer. It was a mantle he’d inherited from his mother, who had been a Slayer herself. His father didn’t warn him. He figured that if Kurt didn’t know, maybe they’d get lucky and the Slayer line would pass over him. Then Kurt could have a normal life, not like his mother’s.

A life that took her childhood away, forced her to spend all her free time training for the day she would realize her destiny.

Not the life that eventually killed her.

But no such luck.

Kurt started his training late in the game, but that didn’t seem to matter. He was a natural.

A born killer.

Kurt had scored more kills in his short time as protector of Lima than most career hunters do in their lifetime – except for this one. This creature, the one that pursued him tirelessly through the cemetery, was Kurt’s responsibility and Kurt’s alone.

And part of Kurt’s job was protecting him, too.

Kurt hurdled over a larger stone, and heard more groans and breathless pants. Shit! He thought. There’s another one! Fuck! Not now! I can’t deal with two of them right now! He stopped short, standing stone still to track the sound, his mind whirring with fight and escape plans. He scanned the headstones with his eyes over to one of the far graves … where two half-dressed teenagers were going at it, locked together at the hips and moaning into the night.

“Oh … just … yuck!” He grimaced, waving his hands in front of his face to try and dispel the image. “This is a cemetery, for Christ’s sake! What’s wrong with you people?”

He sighed in frustration. Stupid horny teenagers! Now he’d have to hang back and wait, make sure that the creature didn’t go after the lovers instead of him. The creature had Kurt’s scent in his sinuses. He wanted Kurt - badly. But the temptation of an easy snack might be too hard to resist. Kurt schooled his breathing, trying to keep himself centered, clear-headed. Once the creature saw him and Kurt got his undivided attention, he would need to act quickly to get him back on track. He glanced behind him only once to gauge how far his destination was in relation to where he stood. When he turned back, the creature emerged from the tree line. Kurt smirked, always impressed by the size and stature of the monster, his silky black hair glistening in the moonlight, his expressive hazel eyes searching him out.

The lovers didn’t notice him, wrapped up in their own little world, but the werewolf saw them, turning on them with the shadow of a grin on his snarling lips.

Shoot! Kurt had a 50/50 chance that he would be the bigger enticement. It made him kind of jealous, truth be told.

Oh well, he’d be offended by that later.

Kurt pulled out the strongest weapon he had in his arsenal against the gigantic werewolf. He bent his neck and howled at the moon. It worked instantaneously. The creature’s head snapped back to stare at him, eyes wide, irises pushed aside as lust overtook them. Kurt spun around and ran knowing the creature was right on his heels, his hot breath steaming out the wrinkles in his shirt.

Kurt leapt for his destination. He dodged razor-sharp claws twice, but tripped and fell in somersaults down the mausoleum stairs, cradling the gun he still held tight in his hand. His head knocked the decaying stone steps, his brain spinning in his skull, but he had enough wherewithal to roll into the open cage that had been constructed for this very purpose.

“Keep quiet! And stay out of sight!” he called to the blonde cheerleader he knew hid in the shadows. He heard the anxious scuffling that told him Brittany heard him. A second of silence was all they got before the hulking beast made his way down the steps, and Kurt fought impending delirium to stay awake just a little longer. He snuffled and whimpered, mimicking the sounds of a wounded werewolf. The creature followed the sound of distress to the cage where he lay. Kurt waited until the monster loomed above him, teeth dripping saliva all over the dusty floor.

“Sorry, baby. Nothing personal,” Kurt said, raising his gun and shooting the creature in the leg.

The beast reared back and roared, but the tranquilizer worked fast. He fell to the ground, feet pawing at the air in an attempt to get up.

“Brittany,” Kurt commanded softly. “Get out …”

“But, Kurt …” The young woman bounced out from her hiding space, her eyes sweeping back and forth between her friend and the werewolf, still lethal even though he couldn’t get back up on his haunches.

“I said get out!” Kurt growled. “And lock the gate!”

Brittany didn’t want to go. Kurt was reckless – all the hunters said so. He took too many chances, and one day, he was going to get himself killed. Or worse - changed. But she knew arguing with him would do no good. He was the Slayer. What he said goes. So she climbed out of the mausoleum with a single backward glance, and locked the gate behind her.

***

Thin tendrils of morning sunlight lit the inside of the mausoleum, and even though he should probably have a concussion, Slayer strength had its perks, so Kurt woke with just a pounding headache. He looked at the arms wrapped around him, the naked body curled against him, and smiled. Wary golden eyes looked down into his, and the boy in his arms offered a weak smile.

“You had me worried,” the boy said, kissing him gently on the forehead, trying hard not to jostle his lover too much. “I thought this time you weren’t going to wake up.”

“Well, it takes a helluva lot more than a knock to the head to kill me.” Kurt smirked. “I should know. You’ve tried. And by the way …” Kurt lifted his leg to reveal his ruined shoe.

“Oh, Kurt,” Blaine moaned. “I’m so sorry. I’ll get you a new pair. I promise. But do you have to wear your best pair of shoes every time you go out at night?”

“No. But we were supposed to be on a date … remember?” Kurt pinched Blaine on the arm. “Why didn’t you take your potions? You know they’re the only way to stop the change.”

“I did take them,” Blaine admitted sadly. “I … I don’t think they work anymore.”

“Obviously,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes obnoxiously on purpose. He expected Blaine to tease him back, but when he didn’t, Kurt shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just go to Ms. Pillsbury and tell her you need a stronger one.”

Blaine held Kurt tight and sighed, and Kurt could hear the gears working in his boyfriend’s head.

“Tell me,” Kurt commanded.

“I … I think maybe I should go away.”

Kurt shook his head and held Blaine closer. They’d had this talk before. They’d probably have it again.

“Blaine” - Kurt tried to prop up on his arms and look into his boyfriend’s eyes, succeeding only in resting his head on the boy’s bare chest - “why do you come to me when I call? Hmm? Even with all of our mages and hunters practicing the same techniques, why do you come to me?”

Blaine’s whole expression changed, his eyes darting sheepishly away. “Because … because you’re my mate.”

“That’s right,” Kurt said. “And you’re mine. Someday we’ll figure out a solution to this, I promise. And if we don’t …”

“Don’t say it,” Blaine interrupted, but Kurt would have none of it.

“You’ll turn me, and I’ll become like you,” Kurt finished. It sounded so simple when Kurt said it, but Blaine hated the idea of Kurt becoming a werewolf, not just because he would be a bloodthirsty killer, stalked and hunted, but because becoming a werewolf would mean possibly giving up his powers, his destiny as the Slayer.

A destiny he was born with - his only legacy of his dead mother.

Kurt held Blaine’s head in his hands and turned his gaze up to meet his own. He rested their foreheads together, lips so close to kissing that the slightest motion would have them pressed together, lost in each other’s heat.

“I’m never saying goodbye to you,” Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled.

“I love it when you talk cheesy,” Blaine muttered, attacking his powerful boyfriend, rolling him over onto his back to deepen the kiss even when Kurt groaned.

“So, are you determined to ruin my shirt as well?” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, but he wasn’t really mad … well, maybe a little. But a kiss from this gorgeous boy was well worth his dry cleaning bill.

“Oh, baby,” Blaine whispered, reaching beneath his shirt with rough, callused fingers. “We have two hours until the other hunters let us out. I’m determined to ruin the entire outfit by then.”

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asianpopscenarios · 7 years

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Kim Jihun || Team Captain

Genre: Fluff / Comedy

You sat in the bleachers, cheering and screaming so loudly, you swore the old man sitting next to you’s ears were just about to lose its hearing.

You saw as Jihun kicked the ball right into the goal, and at that moment you stood up and clapped your hands together, screaming “Yes! Yes!” quite loudly. You were basically the loudest audience member that attended the game, but you didn’t care one bit about the weird looks everyone around you were giving you.

The soccer game ended, and your school’s team, also the team Jihun is on, had won. Everyone that goes to your school that were sitting in the audience applauded the team with enthusiasm and excitement, including yourself.

As you stepped off of the bleachers and made your way inside the school building, you saw Jihun walking with his teammates. He was only a few feet away from you, his hair sticking to his forehead and he was sweating hard from the game they had just won. ‘Even if he’s sweating and he stinks, he still looks like a god.’ You thought.

Kim Jihun. Tall, handsome, funny, captain of the soccer team, winner of the school’s math quiz bowl for the past 3 years in a row, has won more than 20 trophies during his soccer career, is your crush. But no one knows about your interest in this guy other than your best friend, Heejun, who is also Jihun’s stepbrother.

“Y/N!” You jumped in surprise as you turn around, only to see Heejun, your best friend and also Jihun’s stepbrother as mentioned earlier. He laughed hysterically as he saw your scared expression but immediately stopped as he noticed your scared expression turn into an angry look.

You punch his arm harshly. “Heejun, you idiot, don’t scare me like that!” You hiss at him angrily. He chuckles and nods his head.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But I heard you screaming my brother’s name in the crowd earlier. Don’t you think you’re being too obvious?” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

Your face became warm and you felt your heart race. You felt like slapping Heejun, but thought he had suffered enough from the hard hit he took from you on his arm. “Oh shut up! And anyway, he’ll never notice me.”

“No, don’t say that! He definitely will. I mean, you scream so loudly in the audience, there’s no doubt he’ll notice the lion, known as yourself, screaming during the next game.” As he told you this, you shoot him a glare, and he knew this was his cue to run.

You walked through the school hallways by yourself, since Heejun still seemed scared of you after he ran away so you still didn’t know where the heck he even was at the moment. You dragged your feet across the tile floor, staring down at your phone as you were about to text Heejun, asking him where he ran off to.

As you were busy texting your best friend, you had bumped into a tall figure.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry-”

Your eyes grew wide as you noticed you bumped into the one and only Kim Jihun. He looked down at you and noticed you staring at him.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry I bumped into you.” He replied with a nice tone, smiling at you. You swore his smile would be the reason you will die.

You stood there in silence, not knowing what to even do or say to him since he’s standing right in front of you right now. You hoped he would say something to you, anything. And luckily he did.

“You’re Heejun’s best friend, right?” He asks you.

You look up at him and noticed that his (gorgeous) smile from earlier was still present on his face. “O-oh, yeah I am. And you two are brothers?”

He nods. “Yep! I’ve seen you come to our house before, and Heejun always talks about you even when you aren’t at our house. And you’re pretty interesting to be honest.”

After he told you this, your heart literally jumped out of your chest and your face was cherry red at the moment. “You think I’m interesting?! I mean… You think I’m interesting?” You tried to sound and act as calm as possible, but honestly how could you when your crush is talking to you and calls you interesting as if it’s nothing?

“Well, yeah, of course!” You notice his face turning pink. “Can I just be completely honest right now and say that I get a little… I don’t know… happy when you come over to Heejun and I’s house?” You couldn’t hide the fact that you were absolutely dying as he told you this. “I mean, when you do come over, and when I see you around the halls, I get a bit flustered. And I guess it’s because… I like you?”

He bites his lip nervously as he confesses to you, and all you’re doing right now is trying not to collapse on the ground from the deadly words he just said to you. “J-Jihun, you like me too? Because I’ve liked you for a while... “

His eyes light up and you had to admit that it was the cutest sight you’ve ever seen of him. “S-seriously?! Holy crap, this is great! Because if I had to be completely honest with you, I always got a bit jealous when you and Heejun hang out and get locked in his room alone together…” His face turned dark red from embarrassment and you giggle, your heart melting from how adorably cute this guy is.

“Really? You thought Heejun and I were a thing? Please, we’re just best friends, even he knows that we are himself. I’d never go for him and he’d never go for me. And to be honest, I get a bit excited and nervous myself when I go to your house. I have a feeling I’ll do something stupid in front of you and regret. But just turning red like a tomato in front of you is enough to be embarrassed, honestly.”

He chuckles deeply and you both are standing there laughing with each other as you two tell stories about moments at his house where you two have felt the most flustered and awkward when the other is around.

As you two are talking, a loud shout comes from behind the wall right by the men’s restroom. You and Jihun look over to see Heejun poking his head out from behind the wall and he’s giving you two a large devilish grin. “Oh, sorry, I was just busy hearing you guys talk like the lovely couple you two are.” You and Jihun both blush as he says this but shoot the boy a glare. “I’ll just leave you two alone now then. Proceed.” He squeals and speed walks down the hallway before disappearing.

You and Jihun both laugh, wondering why you’re even friends with that idiot and Jihun questioning how they’re brothers. Jihun turns to face you. “So I guess we’re dating now?”

You blush and nod your head, through you were a bit confused as to if you two are really going out now. “I guess we are.”

He smiles and takes ahold of your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. “Good.”

It was the day before Jihun’s next soccer game, and you walked onto the field, watching him kick the soccer ball into the goal by himself. As he successfully kicked the ball into the goal, you clapped and cheered for him, making him turn around and see you.

“Nice shot!” You complimented him as you approached him. He smiles and bows, thanking you.

He was drenched in sweat and the sweat stain underneath his armpit was visible due to his light grey colored shirt, which both you and him knew was a bad idea to wear today, especially on a hot day like this.

He was just about to give you a hug, but you stepped back, refusing to do so. He frowns and wonders why you won’t just hug him back. “Because you’re drenched in sweat and you stink.”

“You meanie! You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend or else I would be yelling at you and using profanity which will make you regret saying something like that to me.” He says confidently. You roll your eyes.

“Please, Jihun, even profanity and yelling won’t stop me from making fun of you.” You tell him. He pouts and tries to come up with a good plan to get revenge on you.

“How about a match at soccer? If I win, you’re giving this tall, sweaty, stinky guy kisses and hugs. But if you win, I’ll follow any order you give me for a whole week and even clean your room and your whole house for you.” As he told you this deal, you stood in thought for a few seconds before finally coming up with an answer.

“Fine, it’s a deal.” He smiles at your answer and grabs the soccer ball. You knew you weren’t the best at soccer, you’ve never even played it before so you knew you’d lose to Jihun, especially since he’s the captain of the school’s soccer team and has never lost a game in his whole life.

He placed the ball on the grass in front of the two of you, and counted down from 5, and once he said “Start” you two began playing.

He kicked the ball right past you and made his way towards the opposite goal, which was your goal that you had to get him to avoid kicking the ball in. You ran towards him and tried kicking the ball away from him, but he kicked the ball away from you instead and continued running towards the goal.

You knew there was no stopping the soccer star, so you eventually gave in and watched him as he kicked the ball into the goal. As the ball made it inside of the goal, he jumped and cheered for himself. He turned to you and rubbed his victory in your face. “Ha! I win, you lose!” He teased you.

You pout and cross your arms, growing annoyed by his cockiness. “I hate you so much.”

He grins and pinches your cheeks. “But I love you~ You’re so cute, Y/N.” You blush from his words and slap his hand away from your face. He brings you into a hug, lifting you up in his arms.

“Jihun, you idiot put me down!” You scream, noticing how high up you are in the air. He finally puts you down on your feet and pulls you into a sweet, loving kiss.

Even though he’s a sweating mess, you still enjoyed the kiss you two shared. His lips moved with yours and you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against yours.

He broke the kiss and grinned at how red your face is. “Aw, my baby is blushing~”

Your face grew hot and you glare at him. “No, it’s the heat! Oh god, just shut up!” You were too embarrassed at the moment to deal with his teasing, especially from the kiss you two just shared.

He chuckles and brings you into his arms again. “I love you, Y/N.”

You blush and wrap your arms around his sweaty back. “I love you too Jihun. Even if you’re sweating like hell right now and need to take a shower immediately.”

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Okay so… I was thinking about things today. And I’m gonna tell a story. (A few stories actually, loosely connected by general topic.) It may get a bit long and rambly though, so…yeah. Be prepared for that. Topics of note: childhood crushes, internalized homophobia, questioning sexuality, and unwanted pda.

So… As you probably all know by now, I am a lesbian on the ace spectrum. And it took me a REALLY long time to figure that out.

I was raised in a Mormon household, so the only exposure I really had to the LGBT+ community was hearing about people who were gay and how the Mormon religion didn’t approve of that type of relationship. I’m unsure how young I was when I first learned there was such a thing as gay people, but growing up the way I did, gay people seemed as far-away and fanciful as a unicorn riding a rainbow into the sunset. I had no idea that bi, pan, trans, ace, etc. people even existed. (Boy howdy was I gonna learn…)

Throughout my life, I’ve witnessed my mom marry four different people, three of which she’s divorced, the first of which being my father. From early on, I’d determined to not make the same mistakes my mother did. I would not get married early. I would not have a child so quickly. I would not jump into relationships willy-nilly - I’d build a strong friendship first and foremost and see what happened from there. Sex never appealed to me. From the first instant I was told about it, I never showed any interest. I never even had celebrity crushes, and fictional crushes were short-lived at best. I don’t know when I learned the term ‘asexual’, but I quickly realized that was exactly what I was. Or at least very close to it.

Looking back now, I can see there were several instances where the ‘lesbian’ side of my identity really came out.

When I was about, oh… twelve? I had two friends. One was a boy my age, the other his younger sister. I started out friends with the boy - we met on the bus on a school field trip - and met his sister later. His sister was more of my brothers’ friend after he met them, since he was closer to her age. But then, we kind of… switched friends. I still cared about the boy - he was still my friend. But I was just… drawn to his sister a little more. Then came the day we had to say goodbye. I was used to saying goodbye. I was good at it. We’d moved from place to place for a long while. It was a new school almost every school year. I was prepared for it. What I wasn’t prepared for was THEM moving. I was shaken up and struggling not to cry as we said goodbye. I hugged the girl… and got the inexplicable urge to kiss her. Later on, I wrote it off as ‘hugging not feeling like enough’. As ‘a kiss between friends and nothing more’. Of course, I didn’t ACTUALLY kiss her. But I thought about that moment from time to time afterwards. And I felt embarrassed and ashamed. Now, I only feel understanding. (I still have three separate numbers for their family in my phone’s contacts. It’s been about ten years. I never called them. They called me like… once and visited once after they’d moved. After that, I moved and never heard from them again.)

When I was in middle school, after I’d moved to Maryland and my parents finally had 50/50 custody, I met a new girl in my church class. I found out she liked Pokemon just as I did, and I stuck to her like glue for several years afterwards. Then she said I was annoying her and she needed some time to herself. I was pretty much devastated - she was my only friend at the time. But I respected her wishes and gave her her space. I haven’t really talked to her since…

When I was in high school, I met another girl who was also from my church class. She didn’t like Pokemon like me, but she was nice and lived close by. We became friends. But then my stepbrother (son of my stepmother) came into the picture. She started hanging around with him, despite me explaining just how awful he acted at home. We actually got into an argument at one point over which one of us knew her better. Then my stepmother told me they’d caught her and my stepbrother making out at the neighborhood playground. I felt utterly BETRAYED. I remember I wanted to call her a whore, even though it didn’t go beyond kissing. When my mom suggested I was jealous, I was appalled at the very thought. But she was right. And beyond that, I was hurt that she didn’t tell me she’d started dating my own stepbrother, no matter how abysmal my opinion of him was (and still is).

I never once realized those were crushes until long after each girl had left my life. I doubt I would’ve had a chance with any of them. But just the fact that I didn’t recognize them as crushes, even when I specifically wanted to kiss one of them, shows just how oblivious I was.

Something else that happened in high school:

I was fairly solitary most of the time. My school had four different lunch shifts, so even when I did have friends, it was highly unlikely we’d end up spending time together. I sat alone. I ate home lunches, an ice cream bar, or nothing, because my social anxiety was so bad I couldn’t bear to get in the lunch line. (The snack line was shorter and more manageable.) I never once ate a school lunch there. I sat at the same table nearly every day my entire four years of going there. I took pride in the fact that I didn’t get wrapped up in the rampant high school drama. I wasn’t shouting at people in the halls. I wasn’t getting into fights or wrestling people in the middle of class. I wasn’t getting pregnant like those few girls you could pick out of the crowd. I wasn’t even dating anyone.

Then along came this mentally handicapped boy. Now I have nothing against mentally handicapped people. But when neurotypical boys gave me unwanted attention I never believed they were genuine. I still don’t believe any of them ever were. So I pushed them away easily. This boy, on the other hand, I didn’t want to be nasty to. Because that would just be wrong, right? I can’t remember exactly what he said to me, but before long, he asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told him the truth - I wasn’t, I wasn’t looking, and he shouldn’t expect anything without getting to be my friend first. (Hello Demi!!!) He didn’t seem to get it. Either that or he just didn’t care. Soon enough, I found myself in the atrium with him. He grabbed ahold of my hand and introduced me to a group of girls as his ‘girlfriend’. I was too stunned and embarrassed to correct him. I was terrified that he’d try to kiss me. Thankfully, he left before anything more happened (for some reason). The girls laughed and asked me why I didn’t tell him off. I offered the lame excuse “I guess I’m just too nice.”

“Too nice.“ I never wanted to come off as ‘nice‘ in high school. I wanted to come off as scary and edgy and the kind of person who would tear your head off and leave you goddamn terrified because I wanted to be left the fuck alone. But I never got to that point. I don’t think I ever will. I avoided that kid like the plague afterwards. I didn't sit at my table. He knew that was where I sat. I didn't even go back in the lunchroom for weeks, maybe months. It wasn't worth the risk. I didn't want the attention. HIS attention.

Then I found this community on Tumblr. I learned about all the different sexualities and romantic orientations - most of which I had no idea existed. I’m still learning about them. I’m still learning about myself.

But my real next big step concerning me and my identity and coming to realize this stuff about myself was when I first realized I was developing a crush on Turbomun. I was terrified. I didn’t want to make our friendship awkward by admitting my feelings. I didn’t want to try being in a relationship only for it to not work out and bring our friendship down, too. I can’t stress to you enough how upset the thought of this made me. So, I took baby steps. The first one was confessing, through my somewhat-self-insert muse that I was starting to think I wasn’t entirely ace - that I might’ve been demi instead. Turbomun played along with her own muse, who was an established lesbian at that point along with her, and essentially asked what this meant for their relationship. I wrote “… You’re like a sister to me… I can’t… see us as anything else… There’s nothing… more… than what you already know…”

Bullshit.

I was scared of losing her as a friend. Yes, I did see her as a sister at the time. I couldn’t see her as anything else because why would she like me anyway? I’m a dweeb. But there was more. And when I finally posted that one meme and admitted I thought I liked someone, it all came out.

Things have only gotten better from there. It’s been a wild ride… but I’m more than happy with how things turned out.

#this ended up skipping around a lot and being a lot less coherent than when i was thinking abt it all during the day #but it's late and i'm tired and i still wanna share these parts of my life so i'mma post this anyway.#because why the fuck not? it's pride month anyway. and i'm proud of how far i've come

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