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scarofthewind · 3 years

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Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt:

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life.

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking.

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed.

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently.

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair:

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk.

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him.

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt.

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear.

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers:

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss.

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover.

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs.

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were.

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock.

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed.

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you.

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees:

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover.

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls.

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his.

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front.

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did.

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted.

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Deep End - Chapter 11: Date Night

…in which Ezi’s first date gets interfered.

Word count: 2.5k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: sorry this chapter is so short. I was emotionally unstable when I wrote this last week :D I'll try to write more for the next one.

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“Hey, do you remember Dolores?” Dawson asked.

“How could I forget?” Ezili murmured, eyeing her sister up and down.

Of course Ezi remembered Dolores. She couldn’t if she tried. Whenever she looked at Koa, all she saw was what she could never be, what her mother wished that she was, and it only made her despise herself. When she’d first arrived here, she had felt so out of place, but at the same time, free. She still revisited her old life in her sleep, which made her wake up screaming during the night. And despite all the struggles she’d gone through, she felt appreciated. Harry wasn’t anywhere near great, but he wasn’t bad. He looked out for her even though she wasn’t his kind. And she knew if her mother knew she felt this way about a human, she would not be standing here.

But why was she thinking about Harry? He wasn’t here. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked around as the vibrant atmosphere of the night market drowned out her thoughts. Her sister came forward and pulled her into a hug. She could feel Koa’s claws leaving marks on her shoulders, but she knew it was just her imagination.

Koa withdrew with a smile and lifted those perfect human hands with short blunt nails and twisted her hair into a bun. She looked so human, so natural. Ezili wondered how Koa it, but then she caught a glimpse of the trident hanging on a chain around her neck. She’d been using magic.

Immediately, Ezili grabbed Dawson’s hand and pulled him to her side. Koa tilted her head, looking quite confused, which Ezili knew was all an act. Meanwhile, Dawson was blushing. He cleared his throat. “So...Dolores is also here for the book fair. Mind if she joins us?”

“Not at all,” Ezili said with a tight smile.

“Great!” Koa said, hands clasped against her chest.

Ezili tried to figure out what her sister’s intentions were. Was she here to kill Ezili? Was she here to kill Harry? What if she thought Dawson was Ezili’s new target and was here to kill him? Also, how many humans had she killed for her to be here, dressed, act, and talk like a real human girl?

Ezili walked beside Koa as the girl went on and on about how she’d just moved to London, and all the places she’d visited and enjoyed. She must have got all this information from the magic of the trident. She couldn’t be more human than Ezili, who’d had to learn everything by herself.

“Harry?”

Ezili’s heart gave a lurch when she spotted his face in the crowd. It started with a feeling of comfort, like finding a warm bed in the middle of the raging ocean. But then a tidal wave of anxiety crashed down upon her, and she momentarily forgot about Dawson and her sister. She rushed toward him, pushing past a group of tourists and teenagers who cursed at her.

“There you are!” Harry said, spreading his arms. “My favourite fish.”

“What are you doing here?” she hissed and tugged hard at his sleeve. “Why did you follow me here?”

“I didn’t follow you here.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not,” Harry sighed and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he looked around. “Where’s Dawson anyway? Why are you standing here all by yourself?”

Ezili had no time for his questions. “Harry, go home.”

“I’m here to buy books!”

“Oh, yeah? What books?”

“This one,” he said, grabbing a random book from a display shelf they were in front of.

“The Sex Life of Pets?”

“Oh.” His smile dropped as he read the title. “I mean, it does look kinda interesting.”

“Harry, go home. I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are. Dawson left you here all by yourself.”

“He’s taking care of something,” Ezili said anxiously as she put her arms around herself and rubbed. The air was getting cold. She hadn’t had to feel the cold when she’d been a siren. She hated how weak humans were. A slight change of the weather could get them all messed up.

She was about to tell Harry to go home right now because her sister was here, and Dawson might be in danger. Ezili’s job here was to kill one of these men, not save them every single time. But to her surprise, Harry took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. “Come home with me,” he said, gently. “If you stay here, you might get lost among all these tourists.”

“No, you go home,” she said, pushing his shoulder, but he didn’t budge. “It’s not safe here for you.”

“How?” he chuckled. “I know London like the back of my hand.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Ezili, you’re acting stran—” Harry was about to finish his sentence when his smile vanished. He pointed over Ezili’s shoulder. “Is that Dawson talking to your sister?”

Ezili whirled around, relieved to find Dawson still alive, but the grin her sister gave her while Dawson was talking to a seller made her uneasy.

“Harry, go home,” she snapped at Harry, shoved him hard so he stumbled back. If something happened, she could only save one of them, and she knew for a fact it would be Harry.

“I’m not going home and leaving you here—”

“And I won’t save you if my sister does something again. I’ll save Dawson, and you don’t want to die, do you?”

At first, she thought those words were all harmless, until she saw the way Harry’s smile dropped, and his shoulders slumped. He said nothing, only nodded. Koa and Dawson were heading towards them now. It was too risky to have Harry here.

“Go!” she shouted and pushed him hard. He didn’t joke about it or react, just held her gaze for a moment and walked away.

“Is that Harry? Harry!”

“He’s leaving, Dawson,” Ezili said and turned to her sister. “Could you come with me to the restroom?”

“Yeah, sure!” Koa happily said, then waved at a puzzled Dawson as she got dragged away.

“What are you trying to do?” Ezili asked in Séren when they were far enough from Dawson, but not too far; she still needed to keep an eye on him just in case.

“Nothing,” Koa answered in their mother tongue. “Although Pretty Boy over there looks quite delicious.”

“Stop it!” Ezili snapped. “You’ve been breaking so many rules around here. You’re not allowed to use the magic of the trident for personal gains.”

“Mother entrusted me with it,” Koa mused.

“I’m sure she’d be happy to know what you’d used it for,” Ezili said, disgusted.

Koa’s dark pink lips curled to the side. “You’re jealous,” she said, leaning back, arms crossed.

Ezili had no time for this. “Please go home,” she told her sister. “I have things under control here. I’ll return in a year with the heart.”

“But you don’t have a whole year,” Koa said. “One year could be a lifetime for these creatures. Humans are fickle. They can stay married for twenty years and still can’t love each other.”

Ezili scoffed, eyebrows raised. “Does the trident tell you that?”

“No, Dolores did,” Koa said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger innocently as if she weren’t talking about someone she’d murdered for no reason. “She hated her husband,” she went on. “I heard her talking on the phone with someone about how she had never loved him, and they had two grown children together. Can you believe it? These creatures made up the thing called ‘marriage’ - a lifetime commitment, which they could not keep up with themselves. And as much as your pretty head wants to see the good in these filthy creatures. They are far from good. Not only do they harm other living things, they also harm their own kind. Physically and emotionally.” Koa put her hand on Ezili’s shoulder and squeezed. “That boy you’re so attached to is no different, Ezili. He will never love you.”

Ezili bit her lip and brushed her sister’s hand off of her. “Don’t tell me about humans when I’ve been here for longer than you do.”

“And yet,” Koa said, “you’re still here.”

Ezili wanted to tell Koa she was wrong for doubting Ezili, but Koa wasn’t wrong. Recently, Ezili had been doubting herself, too. She had even considered switching her target from Harry to Dawson, but she could not feel the same connection she’d had with Harry.

“I have an offer for you, Ezili,” Koa’s voice dragged her out of her own thoughts. She blinked at her sister. “Before your birthday, which was supposed to be your coronation day, you may come back to the Queendom. You’ll tell Mother that you cannot accomplish the mission and ask her to make me Queen of the Seven Seas. Then we’ll have a new Queen as planned. Our evil aunt can’t plot against the throne. And when I’m Queen, I’ll make sure you won’t be banished. You’ll get to keep your title as a princess and stay in the castle.”

Ezili hated that she wasted a second to actually consider the offer. “No. I won’t do it,” she spat, stepping back. “If I accepted this offer, no one and nothing in the ocean world would take me seriously. I would become an outcast anyway.”

Koa rolled her eyes and laughed heartily. “At least you’ll still be protected by the army and you’ll have a family. Or would you rather join the mermaids collecting gold all day for your sad little collection? Also, I’m sure the white sharks would love an abandoned siren.”

“I’m going to be Queen,” Ezili said through clenched teeth. “I’m bringing Mother the heart no matter what. Now you go home and tell her just that. And be careful with my trident that you wore around your little breakable neck.”

Koa opened her mouth to speak, but Ezili didn’t give her a chance. She put up a hand and shouted, “Dawson, let’s go! Dolores is just about to leave.”

Ezili didn’t know what time she arrived home. She tried not to think about her sister’s words, which had clearly been for the purpose of making her doubt herself. She still hoped Dawson had had a great time tonight. They’d bought some books after she’d got rid of Koa, then stopped at a restaurant on the way back to Harry’s mansion. She’d apologised when he’d dropped her off for not being quite herself tonight, and she hated how he’d cheerfully said, “It was nothing. No worries.” Why did humans lie about how they felt all the time? If something bothered you or made you uncomfortable, why not just say it? Why did they feel the need to complicate things? It was hard enough for her to understand human emotions, and they expected her to be able to guess?

“Hey,” Harry said when their eyes met and she froze in the doorway. She’d expected him to be sleeping right now. “You look clean. Guess your sister didn’t kill Dawson?”

Ezili narrowed her eyes at him and kicked off her shoes. “No. Nothing bad happened.”

“Oh, man. I was hoping he was dead.”

“Shut up,” she said. “Also, I don’t think my sister will ever bother us again.” That, she wasn’t sure. She just wanted to be reassured even if it was by her own words.

Harry got up, hands slipped into his pockets. “Sooo...how was your date?”

Ezili pretended she hadn’t heard that question. “Why are you still up?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Had too much coffee earlier.” Then repeated, “How was your date?”

“It was fine,” Ezili said. "Why did you show up?"

"I was just making sure you wouldn't cause any trouble? Your name is tied to mine now, in case you've forgotten."

"How can I? You literally remind me of our fake relationship every two seconds."

“Why are you so pissed off?”

“I’m not.”

“You clearly are,” he persisted.

She let out a sigh, about to just go upstairs and ignore him for the rest of the night, but this one question kept tugging at her. So she had to ask.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Harry looked confused for a second. “No. Never. I think I’ve told you about what happened with my exes.”

“But did you love them at one point?”

“Well, I thought I loved them,” he said. “But looking back now, I don’t think I know what love is. It’s just...a lot of times, I want to be alone. Just me and Chilli. If someone enters my life and stays around for too long, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“But I’m also living here. We see each other all the time.”

“It’s not like I have a choice to kick you out,” he said, then instantly looked regretful.

Ezili padded across the room and stopped in front of him. “Why would anybody want to be alone?” She knew she didn’t. She was doing all this just to be accepted by her kind, but he, who had everything from fame and wealth to a supportive family, wanted to be left alone?

“You’re not the first girl to ask me that,” he said with a grin. “I think it has a lot to do with how I was brought up. I feel like everyone has these certain expectations for me, and when I don’t meet those expectations, I disappoint them. I just want to be by myself so I can just be me. I don’t want to adjust myself to the presence of others.”

Ezili nodded then moved a bit closer.

“What are you--”

She surprised him by placing her palm on the left side of his chest. Her skin tingled with the sensation of his little unsteady heartbeats when she came near. “But there’s nothing here,” she mumbled as if it would make sense to him. “You were telling the truth.”

“What do you mean?” Harry let out a nervous laugh and reached for her hand, which she withdrew before he could touch.

“Nothing.”

Harry’s smile faded. “Did Dawson say anything about me?”

“No. We hardly talked about you.”

“What about your sister? Why is she here?” he kept asking when she brushed past him and headed for the stairs. “Does your mother want you back? Ezi, what happened tonight?”

“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m just tired. Goodnight, Harry.”

“Ezi,” he said, his voice soft and pleading as if he could love her for a moment. But how could he? How could a man, who had lived his whole life without falling in love and prided himself on his loneliness, ever fall in love with a siren? He’d said he’d wanted to kiss her again, but there he’d stood in front of her and claimed her presence in this house made him uncomfortable. Then when her hand had been on his heart, she had felt nothing.

So had he lied about it? Humans lied about how they felt all the time. If they could lie about wanting to spend the rest of their life with one person, they could lie about wanting to kiss a siren.

Maybe, just maybe, Ezili should consider her sister’s offer.

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mxpseudonym · 3 years

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Three Musketeers

Pairing: Isiah Jesus x Fem!Reader x Michael Gray

Summary: Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

Length: 1691 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Dangerous for work, threesome/polyamory,

A/N: Whoo! This turned out more fun and youthful than I expected, so I hope you crack a smile and get a little flustered upon reading.

"You ever sleep with someone, y/n? You've got the two of us right here."

It was Isiah's cheekiest proposal to date and the one that started it all.

You were the secretary taking over for Lizzie now that she was moving to Mr. Shelby's new aboveboard office. Though you were only coming up on a year at the position, your similar age and humor with Michael and Isiah made you the three musketeers. There was hardly a day you weren't all together, trying to experience as much life as one could in the smoke and mud of Birmingham.

It had been a few months since Isiah rested his elbow on Michael's shoulder and sent you a cheeky grin that didn't fit his inherently salacious ask. Standing in your living room, blood warm from the liquid courage coursing through all of you, you turned your eyes to Michael. You expected surprise, maybe even anger, but instead, you found him waiting expectantly for your answer.

"If you don't like it, we can stop."

It was a little awkward in the beginning, trying to figure out who was to do what. Still, you found yourself enjoying it that time and every time after. Now it was more likely than not that whenever the boys walked you home from work or the Garrison, they'd stay a while. Today was no different.

"Your eyes get bigger when you drink. Did you know that, y/n? It's pretty. You're pretty," Isiah smiled sloppily at you. Your cheeks, already warm from the rum, turned even hotter as he kissed down your neck.

"You don't have to sweet-talk me; I'm already here," you said with a laugh.

Isiah pulled down your dress, letting it fall to expose your delicate underthings. He kissed down your neck, then buried his face into your shoulder as he pulled you closer into a hug.

"Y/n, don't throw away my compliments. It makes me upset," he murmured.

"This is what happens when you two start drinking rum. He goes all soft," Michael accused as he walked into the bedroom in only his boxers.

"I do enjoy it, so it's worth the risk," you mused. Isiah mumbles something unintelligible before lowering to his knees in front of you.

"I'm just calling it as I see it. You're incredibly sexy, y/n. I haven't to hold myself back in the office when you come in looking pretty like you do."

Isiah spoke between kisses planted on your cotton panties that he was eager to get rid of. Michael patted Isiah's head before moving behind you.

"He's right about your eyes," Michael spoke in your ear while dipping his fingers between your bra strap and the sensitive skin beneath. "Can we take this off?"

You nodded once, already starting to feel warmth pool in your lower belly as your garter straps were released and your bottoms were also being pulled off. You gasped as Isiah finally reached you, placing feather-light kisses up and down your slit.

It was Michael's turn to start on your neck. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder when his hands found your breasts. He felt them in his palms, kneading them until you were sighing and aching for ample attention to your sensitive nipples. You leaned against Michael more when he suggested Isiah put your leg over his shoulder.

"Oh god, this- ah!" A bite to your inner thigh jolted you. You looked down with wide eyes, only to see Isiah's mischievous ones.

"Oi, watch it," Michael warned, guessing what happened. From his own experiences, Isiah could get very into biting depending on which type of liquor he drank.

"It's okay," you stopped them. The heat rose to your face as a smile rose to Isiah's.

"You like that?" He asked, doing it again and watching your bottom lip gets pulled between your teeth. "Atta girl. She likes it, Mikey, keep going."

"Heathens, the lot of you," Michael muttered, earning a chuckle from you both. Though, as things progressed, he quickly joined you. Your nipples were pinched and rolled harder than before, paired with Isiah's greedy laps at your leaking pussy made you shiver. A stiffened tongue and bite to the neck was enough to send you over and leave you squirming against the two.

"Absolutely beautiful, love," Michael kissed your temple.

"To the bed?" Isiah asked though it was more of a direction. If you had to describe them, you could say Isiah pointed, and Michael drove. Isiah always made the first move, and Michael was there to support. Isiah kissed you first, and Michael played with the hem of your skirt. Isiah asked what you liked, and Michael remembered to make it happen later. Now, Isiah mentioned the bed, but Michael was the one moving you to it. Not that you minded any of this in the slightest. Ever since fully grasping that you could, in fact, orgasm several times, it had become a matter of continuing to please you.

You laid back and watched the two men undress. They were so different even in their bodies. And yet, they were perfect when they moved together. Michael pulls Isiah to him, but it's Isiah who cups the shorter man's face and says something about you tasting good before kissing him.

It no longer surprised you to see them lean into each other. Your first night together, there seemed to be a few almost kisses, but Isiah never pursued it. You weren't a fool; you knew there was likely something between them before you came along. So, in your second encounter, you kissed Michael then looked to Isiah.

"I know you're dying to get a taste, aren't you?"

Now there was no stopping them. While Michael kissed you neatly and with purpose as if to send a message depending on the mood, Isiah chose enthusiasm over form. Sometimes your teeth would knock together if you weren't careful. Both made you weak in the knees.

Together, however, they left behind any need to treat their lover delicately and moved on to devouring each other. Just before you could feel left out, Michael reached out to you blindly, leaning away from the kiss.

"We have to let her decide who she wants this time," Michael reminded his lovers of the rules.

There was no guarantee of who got what job. Isiah could have you seeing stars several times over if he didn't accidentally overstimulate you and end things for the night. Michael was exceptionally good at drawing out your pleasure in a way that could leave you satisfied, but ultimately nowhere near a release. It was hard to compare and say who was better, so you did the work of not overthinking and compromising. Michael smirked somewhat smugly as he went to grab a condom from your bedside table, while Isiah sighed. He'd be more upset if there were any losers in this situation.

Back on the bed, you reveled in all of the attention they gave you. You could tell whose touch was whose even when they moved in tandem. Isiah moved without any hesitation- full of enthusiasm and impulse. Michael is more calculated and deliberate, thoughtful in everything he did. With your eyes closed, you can tell it's Michael's fingers brushing over your lips and kiss your jaw, and Isiah placing wet kisses down your body, already on your shoulders. Your wrists were moved above your head, both held in one large hand, and two others pull your legs apart.

"Don't tease," you warned as Michael moved between your legs.

"How could I when you're this wet?"

Still, he ran his head over you until you were whimpering before grabbing the base of his cock and sinking into you. Isiah laid next to you, propped up on one arm and stroking himself with his other hand. He leaned over you, alternating between covering your skin with wet kisses and saying the naughtiest things in your ear.

You brought your hands up to squeeze your breasts on his command, and Michael groaned. They'd left the pub just for this, and it showed in the way he wrapped your legs around him. He pushed into you deeper, hitting the perfect spot that made your back arch.

"Michael, p-please,"

"Look at you all worked up, y/n," Isiah groaned in your ear. Knowing they were both enjoying themselves made everything more erotic. "Why don't you ask Mikey for more, love?"

"M-Micheal, Michael more."

You were so close already, and Michael's grip on your waist tightened as his rhythm picking up brought you to the edge. Isiah kissed your cheek, then your jaw while your moans grew louder. He moved his hand from his own dripping cock to flatten on your stomach, sliding down until he could circle your clit.

"Isiah," you said his name softly and turned your head to kiss him. His tongue slid against yours for a moment before he moved to kiss your cheek again.

"Hm? Does it feel good? Is he stretching you out, darling? I love it when he does that,"

"Fuck!"

Michael, usually the quiet one, swore at Isiah's words and broke his rhythm to slam into you. Isiah only slightly held back his laugh at that reaction. Micheal filling you to the hilt with a newfound ferocity paired with Isiah's encouragement left you squirming and coming hard around Michael's cock. Your clenching left him swearing again as he finished in you. Michael stroked your thighs with his eyes closed as you both caught your breath.

"You're gonna to pay for that," Michael finally said, looking to Isiah, who was petting your hair.

"You're in trouble," you teased Isiah. Michael slid out of you, doing the responsible thing of tossing away the used condom.

"I'll pay in full, but you'll have to work for it, Peaky boy."

Isiah rolled to his back and motioned to his erection, desperately in need of attention. You crawled forward and took it in your hand, giving it a generous lick.

"Don't worry, Mikey, I'll help."

Michael shook his head at his two favorite people, but climbed on the bed anyway. His hand wrapped around yours, helping you pump as he licked his lips.

"Heathens, all of us."

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cuddlesslut · 4 years

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A Happy Accident

Definitely Nsfw! And Crack 😊

Summary: it's an honest mistake really sending a message to the wrong chat. But what about when you send your nude to the wrong chat...

Warning: Nsfw, pet names, degradation,daddy kink, sex, fingering, anal, double penetration, blow jobs

Please Read. This is my first time writing smut. And it took me a long time to write this. I'm sorry in advance for any and all grammar and spelling errors. I hope you enjoy it and that it's up to your standards. 💕💕😚💕💕

Part Seven: The deed

You stood next to these boys several times before but never before had you realized how tall they actually were. Towering over you. Maybe teasing them so much while you were at school wasnt such a good idea because as soon as the three volleyball players stepped into your room, the door was locked, you were pushed against into their embrace their hands flying to you not missing a beat. You stood there your shirt had been removed leaving you in only your bra, school skirt, and panties that were getting more and more drenched. Your back was pressed tightly again Bokuto's chest his mouth placed hot, messy kisses on your neck. As Kuroo’s tongue danced in your mouth stealing the air out of your lungs. You threw your head back against Bo’s shoulder biting your lip trying to suppress the moan errupting from you as he snuck his hand in between you and the middle blocker grazing his fingers over clothed warmth . You felt slender fingers grasp on to your jaw directing your attention to Akaashi who stood next to the group. Your eyes locked on to his pretty dick in his hand thumb rubbing over his red tip stroking his length.

“look at me baby girl,” the setter said “i want to hear you, Understand,” his tight grip loosening his fingers moved from your jaw to your swollen lips. His thumb rubbing over bottom lip just as you had seen him do to the tip of his hard cock. Another moan ripped from your throat as Bokuto finally slipped his hand under the fabric petting his fingers through your folds.

“Aaah Bo-,” you were cut off by kaashi two fingers being shoved into your mouth.

“Suck.” he stated voice firm as his eyes bore into yours. Not needing to be told twice you wrapped you lips around his digits tongue swirling around them.

“Fuck, Kitten,” Kurro chuckled “Youre such a good girl,” he praised. His large hand roaming around your chest reach behind you to undo your bra. Finally freeing your breast the cold air stinging your hard nipples. His rough fingers caressing the hardened nub. Causing you to arch into the touch moaning around Akaashi's slender fingers.

“beautiful ,” Kurro cooed. moving his lips down to your breast taking a bud into his mouth sending shivers down your spine, feeling his hot mouth on your breast while he pinched the other sending you into even more of a sexual frenzy.

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity the ace behind you finally inserted two fingers into your wet heat. causing you to squeak from the sudden sinful stretch of your most sensitive area feeling with fingers being squeezed by your aching heat.

“shit ,” he cursed feeling his fingers being sucked into you “you're so fucking tight my little whore,,” he groaned into your ear finally stopping the assault on your neck that had no doubt was covered in bruises. “ that greedy little cunt of yours is just swallowing my fingers up. he laughed as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your heat curling his fingers and touching the perfect spot deep inside of you.

Akaashi could see your high climbing and see you so close to your first release he removed his fingers from your mouth a string of saliva trailing from his digits to you. He moved his hand down to your neglected bundle of nerves.

Its like these boys were telepathic the way they worked so in sync working your body over. Your legs feeling weak as Bokuto fingers pistioned in and out of you. Kuroo rolling a nipple in between his teeth. His right hand gripping on to your free tit. the final straw was the light pinch kaashi gave your clit. Sending waves of pleasure over you stimulated body. a lewd moan ripping through you as your legs gave out from under you.

Bokuto's strong arms wrapping around you guiding you to the bed so you can catch your breath. Resting in the center of the bed you throw your head back chest rising from what could probably be the best orgasm you've had so far. You look up to see that the three boys had rid themselves of their clothes. standing there in front of you almost predatory. they stood there with so much confidence looking like three Greek Gods. Eyes scanning their bodies you felt your arousel growing as your eyes dropped to what each of them were packing. Eyes blown wide with lust and wonder at how you were going to take all of them. You bit your lip looking at your three lovers. Kuroo smirking at you , Akaashi had a stoic look almost emotionless but his eyes said it all they stared deep into to you with such intensity. His eyes showing just as much lust for you as you had for him. Bokuto however stood there the most mischievous grin.

“Are you okay baby girl?” akaashi questioned.

“Yes sir “

“Good,” he climbed into the bed with you. crawling between your thighs.” then theres no need for these,” he smirk pulling you lace panties and Nekoma skirt down your legs leaving you completely bare to the boys in front you.

Akaashi made his way over you body pinning you to the bed his hands running up you figure before he captured you in a searing kiss. your tongues struggling for dominance in which the setter quickly won the battle and ground his hard cock against you causing you to gasp from the friction.

“She makes the pretty sounds doesnt she” Kuroo praised

“fuck.. dont forget to share Akaashi,” bokuto smirked

“OH dont worry shes gunna take care of all of us, arent you baby,” he stated no question in his voice as he flipped the two of you. So you were now straddling his waist.

‘ yes ,” you mumbled lost in the feeling of his hot length sliding against you clit.

Akaashi hand wound its way into your hair tugging slightly pulling you head back.

“what was that Baby Girl?” eyebrows hitch in a stern questioning look. a domineering look that cause a flood of frustration straight to your center.

“YES SIR ,” you gasped .

“Wow kaashi you got her trained so well already,” bokuto chuckled from his new position behind you. His strong hands firmly grabbing at you plump ass.

“Dont worry,” he said said breath hitting you as he nipped at your ear. “ were going to take good care off you too.”

You shuddered from the promise Bo made getting lost in a frenzy of thoughts. all the different ways they could use your body. Akaashi could see the excitement you radiated. He readjusted himself his tip grazing your soaked entrance. He looked up to your eyes waiting for the reassurance you quickly gave him before pushing his head past your folds slowing pulling you farther down his length. You were lost in the beautiful sight in front of you that was stoic Akaashi Keiji eyes pressed shut, head tilted back and lip pressed between his teeth , in pleasure as he felt you tight cunt clinching around him. Finally reaching the base you shuddered from how much he stretched you.

On the other side if you you could feel Bokutos fingers now slathered in lube start to prep your second hole. “be a good slut and show me how well you take care of them,” he smirked. Directing your attention to Kuroo. Who now stood next to the three of them. His heavy dick in hand the swollen tip leaking precum.

“You ready to suck Daddys cock Kitten?” He asked patting his hot length against your face sliding it to your soft lips. leaving behind a sticky trail of precum. You open your mouth giving little kitten lick to his flushed tip staring straight into his eyes.

“good girl,” he purred as you wrapped your lips around him. your tongue swirling around his member as you took him farther into you mouth.

“Mmmhn” you moaned around Kuroo as Akaashi started his assault on you pussy snapping his hips up. His length hitting deep inside of you. Akaashis largers hands grabbed at your cheeks pulling them further apart helping Bokuto sink two fingers into you tight whole. You choked around Kuroo as Bo breached the tight muscle.

“Fuck Kitten,” Kuroo moaned as you took him farther into you wet mouth. His right hand gripped tightly into you H/C hair as he fucked into your wide open mouth. His left hand grabbing and pinching your perky nipples. Tears prickling your eyes from the stimulation as Akaashi contiued drilling into you. “You're such a good girl.”

Akaashi was amazed as the sight in front of him. You looking so utterly helpless being attaked on all sides. He reached one of his hands up to your neck feel Kuroo hard cock sliding down you throat as you took all of him.

You start to squeeze tight as you high started approaching. And you werent the only one . Kuroo thrust getting sloppy as he fucked deep into your face.

“im going to come Kitten,” he warned. But you continued your assault hollowing your cheeks around him finally drawing out his orgasm as he spilt his seed into your mouth . He pulled out leaving a trail of white that spilt down your chin. Ypu swallowed the load. smiling up at Kuroo.

Your attenion brought back to your situation as Boukto pushed you forward pressing you chest into Akaashi. Giving him easy access as he started to push his tip into your prepped entrance. Kaashi slowed down his movement to better help you adjust to Bo slowly sinking farther into your ass. Both stilled allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. Akaashi took you lips into a reassuring kiss as Bokuto ran his hands down your back soothingly.

“Are you ready Y/n,” Bokuto asked.

“Yes please move, both of you,” you gasp going stir crazy.

The boys started their movement, Moving in tandem never letting you feel empty. Your had never felt more full. Your high quickly approaching again. your walls begin closing around Akaashi and it clear he wont last much longer with how you closing around him. He sped up his thrust. moving like a man on a mission, His grip on your waist bruising as drove into you most sensitive spot driving you over the edge.

“Kaaashi,” you exclamied as your body shook from pleasure. Your heat clenched tight around his length. Pushing Akaashi into his own release painting your walls in his white seed. Your arms gave out causing you to fall into his chest. You barried your face in the crook of his neck anchoring yourself as Bokuto continued his assault from behind.

“Fuck that was hot watching your slutty pussy taking all of kaashi,” he goaded. “hows it feel being stuffed full of our cum Y/N” he continued. he looked down at his cock disappearing inside your tight ass.

“Sht your doing such a good job being our cumslut,” he said giving your ass a hard smack. Causing you to bite into Akaashi’s neck as Bo fucked you into his best friend. Your intense orgasm building again quicker this time from the added stimulation of your previous pleasure.

“come for me one more time Y/n” bokuto commanded as he moved a hand around to your clit. Rubbing your bundle of nerves sending sparks of electricity through you body pull a scream from your overstimulated body as you came hard. Your scream alone was enough to send Bokuto into a frenzy as he fucked you through your relase before emptying himself to you.

Nothing was heard in the room except the heavy breathing of all its occupants. Your body finally betraying you as you collasped on to the bed. Your legs shaking.

“You did amazing Beautiful,” Bokuto said moving up to you placing a kiss to your temple smoothing your hair out of you exhausted face. Akaashi rubbed his hand soothingly over body.

“lets clean you up Kitten,” kuroo said kissing your lips once more.

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citydreamgrls · 3 years

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Teacher’s Pet

fred + george weasley x fem!reader (feat snape)

words: 2,593

a/n: pls go read my series ‘a simple favour’ if you need some good fred weasley fanfic part one is linked here!

warnings: smut , 18+ , no twincest , age gap

The back of my head collided ever so slightly with the stone wall as I was thrown against it, my legs wrapped tightly around the Professor’s body. He kissed down my neck feverishly, almost as if he was going to miss a spot, which he was yet to do at least.

Snape was rough with me, true to his nature, his hands always roaming my body with an icy knife-like feel to them. I always emerged from his office covered in bruises to remind me of the countless hours I’d spent on my knees for him that week.

It was an unspoken agreement between the two of us, that neither one would speak of our endeavours together. It would lose him the only job he’d had for most of his life, and I would most likely get expelled on the spot. He had a rule for himself too, one which was easy to pick up on, if he’d ever bothered to hide it at all. The usually stone cold sober man would only ever have-at me after getting drunk alone in his office, waiting for that fateful knock which would tell him I was there.

“God you’re tight,” He growled, pushing me over his desk with my ass in the air. My skirt was bunched up at my waist, panties down at my ankles as he pushed inside me. I’d never given much thought to how big he was before our first time, but it wasn’t bad.

More of the attraction came from the fear of it all, how I’d get shamed if anyone caught us in the act or knew who gave me all those bruises that sometimes wandered up above the collar of my uniform. I liked how wrong it felt to be with someone much older and out of reach. But most of all I enjoyed seeing him the next day in class, where he’d wear a blank face as if he hadn’t been telling me how perfect my pussy was just hours before.

He smacked my ass, the cheeks red with his hand prints as he relentlessly hit it over and over. I moaned at each one, his harsh nature always welcomed.

“Y-you’re so big sir!” I whined out, making him just thrust harder and harder, a hand gripping into my hair as I screamed out for more.

Snape did what he did best and released all the tension that had built up within him when he came, making me clench tighter and tighter around his cock. I sighed as he pulled out, brushing down my uniform before turning round. He stood close, taking a large hand and forcing it around my neck. It made me stumble back, usually I just left once we were done, Snape not being one for sweet-nothings.

“You be good, okay.” He drawled out, not as a question, but more a demand. I smirked back, putting on my innocent eyes yet again as I spoke.

“Aren’t I always?”

He threw me away by the neck, the small sound of a scoff as he turned away again. This would be my cue to leave. He never did believe that I was good, maybe because of all the things I let him do to me, he probably assumed I’d let others do similar. He wasn’t wrong.

I closed his door quietly, not wanting to alert anyone nearby, and walked proudly through the castle back to the Gryffindor dorms. Not even the prefects were around this late, they’d all agreed to head to bed after checking the halls. Luckily, none of them had ever heard what went down in the potions teacher’s office. Though I was honestly surprised by that with the way Professor Snape could make me scream.

As usual I went straight to Fred and George’s dorms, hoping they would already be asleep, but as I slowly opened the door two unimpressed faces stared back at me.

“Well well well,” George laughed, standing up from his bed.

“Where have you been naughty girl,” His brother added, crossing his arms as he sat against his headboard.

“Take a wild guess.” I huffed, smiling still as I curled up beside Fred, his long arms wrapping around me effortlessly. Snape made me swear to keep our arrangement a secret, however, it would’ve been rude of me to hide it from the two other boys I fucked. Never together of course, I’m not a psychopath.

“Has he worn you out baby?” George teased, still stood in the middle of the room. I nodded, pouting at both brothers. “Wanna take a shower?” He asked. I smiled.

“Please…” The boy disappeared into their bathroom, the sound of the water running coming out into the room as Fred ran his hands through my hair.

“If only Snape knew what you came back to after every night with him,” He muttered mindlessly, I giggled, knowing how jealous it would make him.

“He already hates us for being friends with you,” George re-emerged, steam following him through the doorway. He’d already gotten rid of his shirt, his trousers hanging low on his hips. I stood up, grinning as I threw off my own top on the way over.

“Have fun, I’ll be waiting!” Fred called after us, his brother leaning down to kiss me and lifting me from the ground while I squealed.

The water was warm and flowed over my body like oil as George’s hands ran over me just as incessantly. He must’ve been wanting me for a while because I could feel him desperately pushing up against me. That was the difference between Snape and the twins. Being with the Professor was more of an excitement thing, while the twins were long-time lovers. Both of them were big boys, very very big, and knew every little thing to do that would make me shake uncontrollably.

“I’ve missed you tonight.” He finally admitted, his fingers dropping to my pussy with a groan.

“I always miss you baby,” I whined, feeling him push a digit inside me.

I’d always been able to tell the twins’ little quirks apart, but never more so then when we were having sex. George was the romantic one, always putting my pleasure before his own and making sure I was completely comfortable. His touch was gentle, though never hesitant or nervous, whenever he held me. It was like little sparks of electricity when we kissed, soft and seamless like he’d been doing this all his life.

Fred was different, he was cocky when we fucked. Always wanting to watch me ride him with two hands behind his head, a shit-eating grin on his face like I was some sort of prize. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on, the way he had so much confidence in his cock that he didn’t need to try anything fancy. He just had to hold me with his big hands and I’d get tighter, one simple thrust from him would end up with me screaming like a banshee. He always started off lazy, but ended up pounding into me like I was his last meal.

George threw his head back when I reached behind me, wrapping my hand around his thick cock and pumping a few times. He added more fingers now, stretching me out beautifully as we stood drenched by the running water. It was steamy as he placed me on the glass, my tits pushed up against it. He watched in the mirror, his cock teasing my pussy ever so slightly, seeing my face contort with the fleeting feeling.

“I bet it feels better to be taken care of,” He whispered, making me nod manically. “He never takes his time with you does he, not like we do.” His voice drove me mad, so deep and sensual. A voice that often teased me in study periods, or when we hung out in the common room with our other friends.

“P-please Georgie,” I begged, my head leaning back to rest on his tensed shoulders.

His hands ran across my chest like he was hypnotising me, a slight laugh sounding from his gorgeous lips, it was close to my ear and sent chills all the way through my body. The boy finally gave in to my whines, turning me round and taking me in his arms.

It wasn’t a secret that George liked to watch. He enjoyed seeing me moan for him, and clench my eyes shut when he hit a nerve within my pussy. It had become normal for him to watch me and Fred too. That had been the whole reason the two brothers shared me, because I’d caught George getting himself off to the sight of me and Fred making out one night.

My eyes shut as soon as he slipped inside, that slight stretch something I would never quite get used to. His gasps of pleasure sounded like heaven to me, and often played through my mind when I caught his eye in class. It was as if he was sculpted by the gods to fit inside me perfectly, with the hip movement of a dancer.

George would always make me cum over and over, each on feeling like a whole-body experience. As if every single nerve was being toyed with as he made me groan out, most likely catching the attention of his brother who waited patiently.

Broad shoulders tensed as he smiled, that liquid gold smile that made me crumble inside. He reserved it only for when we fucked, and whenever he wanted to make me squirm in public.

“You ready baby?” He asked, so calm and collected while I fell apart in his arms. I nodded feverishly, wanting nothing more than to feel his hot liquid cum inside me.

“Please Georgie, plea-”

His head threw itself back, a choked moan forcing its way from deep within him as his hands gripped tighter. My pussy throbbed as his hips shuddered one last time, releasing every last drop into me.

We stayed a little longer beneath the water, enjoying one another’s company in the peace of each other. His arms wrapped around me lovingly, reminding me just how highly they thought of me. I knew that both Fred and George would give the world for me, as I would for them.

“Come on baby,” He whispered, lifting my head and turning the water off. He took a towel and dried me off, my legs a bit weak from holding them around his body for so long.

Fred was where we left him in the dorm, head rested to one side and eyes closed. Eyes which opened in delight when we finally emerged from the bathroom, my face glowing from the heat. I did as I had done earlier and curled up beside him, just a thin dressing gown over my naked body.

His fingers played with the tie as he spoke, giving me some time to relax before we’d do anything more.

“George and I are going to prank Filch tomorrow night, you in?” He’d asked, a mischievous smile playing across his face. I laughed and nodded, our greatest memories had been made while we pranked the caretaker relentlessly.

“Of course I am,”

“Good girl.” He’d hummed, making me blush. “You’re so easy to read darling.”

Fred took no time attacking my neck, his brother looking up from the article he’d been invested in to smirk at us both so easily enthralled in one another. It wasn’t long before we both stripped down and was watching me lick his cock.

“Baby,” He moaned out, a hand on the back of my head as a threat. He was always in control, even if it wasn’t prominent. I took him all the way in, gagging at the feeling of his tip on my throat, but nevertheless pushing deeper.

I could hear George on his own bed, a hand on his cock, pumping up and down as I sucked Fred off. The fingers in my hair gripped slightly as his hips pushed up into my mouth, making me whine out.

“Well done Baby,” Fred had teased me when I sucked the tip and sat up, crawling up his body and leaving kisses as I did so. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

“Yes Freddie,” I smirked and sank down on his hard cock, his head going back as he let out a long sigh of relief. He too would’ve been waiting for this all day, not that he’d let on.

My hands grasped at his chest, the muscles tight and inviting as I rode him relentlessly. My tits bounced as I did, making him grin up at me. His hands laid lazily at my hips, feeling over me every now and then.

“You like putting on a show for my dear brother don’t you?” Fred moaned, my walls still unbelievably tight after being fucked open twice already. I nodded, afraid that no words would come from my mouth ever again.

“Look at him darling,” I turned my head, seeing George gasping as he sat with his dick in his hand, not letting up the pace as I smiled at him. He watched my pussy, the way in sucked Fred’s cock in perfectly, and groaned louder. “He’s falling apart just at the sight of you.” The boy beneath me whispered, leaning up to hold me close.

With a sudden movement, I was thrown beneath him as a feral look possessed his eyes. They were dark and full of need, and god help us all if Fred didn’t get what he wanted.

“This is what you do to us princess, you drive us MAD.” He pushed my legs up towards the headboard, stretching my pussy out before him. The boy licked his lips as the sight, wanting a little taste before he gave me the full dicking.

My whole body reacted to his tongue, as if I’d been electrocuted, and he had to hold me down like I was a prisoner. Yet I wouldn’t have run from him, ever, if this was how good he made me feel then I’d do a life sentence.

“Please,” I begged, my voice strained as he pushed a finger in beside his cock.

“You want it princess?” I nodded again, my body burning up with desire.

He was even bigger from this angle, my pussy stretched out and on display for him to slip into, which he did with ease from how wet I’d gotten. Fred was thick and hard, and his pace was ruthless when he wanted it to be. He’d snapped, deciding he was going to take full control once and for all, and fuck me like the little slut he always called me.

I had no choice but to take him one deep thrust at a time, the feeling of his hips hitting me likely going to leave bruises all over me. His hands spread my legs apart, granting him access however he wanted.

Across the room, George was nearing his climax again, seeing me writhe beneath his brother as he called me dirty names over and over.

“Dirty girl aren’t you,” He moaned, his pace getting faster as I could feel his cock throb inside me. “Little slut, you can’t be satisfied with just one dick a night can you.” I moaned out, just making him go faster and faster. “Oh no, princess needs it at least three times a night.” He leant closer to my ear, the feeling of yet another orgasm rising. “Even then, she’s still the tightest pussy we’ve ever had.”

It was one last thrust inside me as I screamed out, unable to hold on anymore, when he let go within me. Fred’s groan short and deep, his hands digging deeper into my thighs as they shook uncontrollably.

“Fuck.” I whined, feeling out of touch with myself as he pulled away. It was like a fever dream, having gotten fucked out so many times made me delirious. But George and Fred always looked after me, tucking me into bed with one of them as I struggled to stay away even a second longer.

“Night baby,” they both whispered, placing a kiss onto my forehead as I snuggled into George’s side, his covers always smelling like comfort.

The next day, in potions class, the twins wouldn’t leave me alone, regardless of how many death stares they got from Professor Snape.

“He’s watching you again,” George whispered, his lips just beneath my ear. I knew just the sight of the twin that close to me would rile the teacher up enough for him to want me.

“Of course he is,” I giggled, “He needs something to think about when he wanks.”

“So do we darling.” Fred joined in on the other side of me, a rough hand reaching up my leg. I wondered whether Snape would have seen it or not, but his face never faltered.

“I’ll deal with you two after dinner, then I’ll see just how jealous Snape is getting after that.” I grinned, biting my lip in his direction, the thought of his hands on my throat plaguing my mind.

“Is it better when he’s jealous?” Fred asked.

“Let’s just say when he caught George and I making out that one night, he punished me severely for hours after it.” I moaned quietly, squeezing my thighs together.

“Then I suppose we’ll just have to do it again tonight and hope he finds us.” George laughed.

“As long as you look after me when I can’t walk?”

“Of course baby,” Fred whispered, leaning away when the Professor came over to our desk.

“Miss Y/L/N, may I speak to you after class?”

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yan-genshin · 3 years

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a/n: hello to the fellow twst people who came here from my twst blog welcome to my secondary brainrot

warnings: general yandere themes, non consensual drug use, some spoilers for kaeya’s backstory

♥︎ kaeya alberich

kaeya is obsessive in an almost paranoid way, which is almost surprising seeing how laid back and relaxed he seems to act most of the times. despite his seemingly sociable attitude, kaeya is similar to his brother diluc in that he doesn’t get close to others because he’s scared to lose them (or scared that being associated with him could bring them harm)

maybe that’s why it comes as a shock to the city to hear that the cavalry captain has gotten together with the mysterious honorary knight- everyone knows kaeya flirts and gets around, but nobody’s ever seen him settle down like that

it’s... almost cute, at first. he’s far from touch starved, but emotionally? kaeya seems to seek their attention and warmth almost selfishly, dragging them around on “missions” that are mostly work he’s supposed to be doing alone to eat up their time, interrupting their own tasks and missions just because he wants to see them

“aw, are you mad at me?” he’s got that playful tilt to his voice, the one he always uses when he’s trying to make things go his way or he’s trying to egg someone on. by now, the outlander isn’t sure which effect he’s trying to have on them; this is the third time kaeya swooped in and interrupted their daily commissions for the adventurer’s guild, putting them behind schedule and messing up their plans for the day. the spot in their bag where they would have put away the cecilias they had meant to gather in the evening but didn’t get the chance to just makes them more upset- but kaeya’s sudden embrace makes them drop that train of thought. “now, now, let’s not get angry... i’m really trying my best here to show you i love you- don’t you love me, too?”

kaeya seems to think the ends justify the means- the path to the best ending isn’t necessarily a pretty one, or so he says. he’s well aware of when he starts to use emotional manipulation to pressure his dear traveler into doing as he wants, he’s entirely aware of how he’s monopolizing their time

after all, the easiest way to get them to be as attached to him as he is to them is to break them down and build them back up as he sees fit. it’s cruel, it’s bad, but kaeya is the type of man who relishes in the looks of fear and doubt in other’s faces, and the type of lover who relishes in gently comforting the traveler as they cry when he’s the one who caused their tears in the first place

most of it is just to make them depend on him. oh, don’t get him wrong- kaeya’s well aware that the traveler can fend off for themselves. he’s seen how they fight, how they seem to move with battle experience that should be born from years and years of training despite their youthful appearance. but that strength is also what gives them freedom- and kaeya is not barbatos, and he doesn’t plan on giving them such thing

“can i go to springvale today...?” kaeya almost smirks. who would have thought the powerful hero of mondstadt- the outlander who swept in, who saved the city from dvalin, who once challenged boreas for training- could be reduced to such a meek creature that felt the need to ask for permission to simply wander outside the city’s walls? to outsiders, it might seem like it was just the traveler ‘settling into the relationship’, but he knew better than that. days of subtle manipulation, of using just the right words to drive them to tears, of comforting them while choosing his words oh-so-carefully were the hard work that was showing off now; a hero slowly being reduced to a docile partner

he doesn’t want to be abandoned. kaeya fears loneliness more than anything else, something he keeps hidden deep inside of him- vague memories of being abandoned on a rainy night, of his adoptive father’s passing haunt him, the ever stubborn feeling of being unwanted despite having so many swooning for him- it’s as if every little piece of the travler’s free spirited soul he chips away is a reassurance, a guarantee to him that they’re his and they’re going to stay

there’s no real limit to what he’ll do. he’s always careful enough to keep them right in his palm; even when the relationship has gone far from just a toxic relationship and fallen off into something worse, it’s as if they’re far too deep do climb out. it’s not easy to leave an abusive relationship, and kaeya is always one step ahead in making sure it’s damn near impossible, presenting himself as the only solace for the traveler

it’s almost an art how he’s the one making their life hell and also the one who comforts them and gives them a sanctuarium to “heal” and “feel loved”. whether it’s him destroying their hopes of seeing all archons, claiming it’s simply impossible, or implying that if their sibling truly were alive, word of them would have probably gotten to mondstadt already, kaeya is always careful enough so that his darling’s anger and grief doesn’t fall quite on him, so that he can be the one to gently comfort them and hold them in his arms

“shh, it’s okay darling, you couldn’t have known anything so terrible would happen.” he holds his lover’s shaking body as they cry into his shoulder, hands rubbing soothing circles into their back. despite this, the look in his face isn’t one of a man consoling his lover, but rather a smug smirk. they heave another sob: oh, they have all the rights in the world to be sad. how tragic that the particular knight who’d become their friend had to pass away so brutally- they’d simply asked him if he could gather some lampgrass for them, an innocent request, and he’d ran into a ruin guard. it’s your fault for asking him to go seemed to be the only thought that ran through their head, and kaeya, despite all his comforting, didn’t seem to downright deny it. after all, they didn’t need to know the poor knight happened to ask kaeya where he could find the lampgrass, they didn’t need to know kaeya just so happened to mark a location on his map where it just so happened he knew a ruini guard lurked nearby. kaeya may be a knight, but he’s never been to righteous- it’s not as if he directly spilled someone’s blood just because they got too close to his lover, right? suppressing a chuckle at the thought, he made sure his voice was still in a comforting tone as he spoke, “next time, just ask me for any favours. no need to go and talk to others and have this tragedy repeat, right?”

it’s almost laughable, really, how much kaeya seems to circle around and pull strings just so he can make everything work the way he wants. realistically, it’d be just so much easier to just chain down the traveler, to just downright get rid of paimon instead of constantly bribing her with food or sending her off with amber to the point where the little fae seems to almost forget about the traveler- but kaeya needs to be loved. he doesn’t need the love to be healthy or to be real, it’s ok if it’s born out of manipulation and dependence. but all he does, he needs it to work into driving the traveler into a dark enough headspace wherein he is the only light in their life

... but that said, he’d rather have the traveler be his and lose their love than lose the traveler’s love and also lose them. ideally, they won’t abandon him because they love him (because he’s broken them, because he destroyed the hero of mondstadt and made them into a docile and codependent pet, because he’s destroyed their world and shown himself as the only alternative) but if needed, he’ll make it so they won’t abandon him because they can’t

after all, kaeya loves the sight of fear in their eyes. if they’re so eager to leave him, then perhaps he’ll just continue to indulge in their tears and their begging- this time wholy embracing the fact he’s the one that caused such things. it’s as easy as sleeping potions mixed in their foods to keep them pliable and docile, as easy as a chain keeping them locked to a basement; a treatment so hellish it makes them crave for the toxic hellhole of a relationship he offered before

“aw, are you uncomfortable? it’s too cold down here, isn’t it? poor thing. should i get you a blanket? do you think you deserve a blanket? if you keep acting good, i might get you one tomorrow.” it’s torture, the way he so gently traces their cheek, the way he looks at them with so much warmth in his eyes despite him being the one who’s got them chained up to a fucking basement. their brain screams at them to jerk away, to not give him the satisfaction of accepting his touch, but they’re cold, and despite being a cryo user, kaeya’s touch is so warm that they almost unconsciously lean into it. he laughs, the noise echoing in the almost empty basement; all that’s down here is a ratty old cot, a makeshift bathroom, and the heavy metal chain attaching them to one of the thick wooden support beams on the wall. cold nights like these almost make them miss being back in kaeya’s room, huddled in with him after he’s fallen asleep- probably after offering some comfort after driving them to a breakdown some hours earlier. but that’s long gone, now replaced with kaeya’s almost sadistic glee in keeping them down here, in seeing how the already broken traveler just shatters into a shell of their former self, how even now when he’s being outwardly antagonistic they’re starting to still try to find comfort in him: truly turned into a weak, docile, dependent little thing.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich #yandere tw #drug ment

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seungmoroll · 4 years

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Heather | Seo Changbin

Word count: 3.7k

Genre: friends to lovers au, mentions of alcohol

A/N: part three of the Heather Series is out, you can read the others here.

“A party? You want me to go to a frat party with you guys?” Eunseo, your best friend came to your dorm room with a mission. A mission to bring you to a frat party.

“Yeah, c’mon it’ll be so fun Y/n.” Looking up at her from where she stands next to your bed, your face practically screams ‘are you kidding me?’

Putting away your phone and sighing, you say to her, “You know I don’t do parties.” If someone were to ask, you’d rather be in your bed in an oversized hoodie watching k-dramas. She plops down on your bed next to you, head propped on top of her hands, “That’s why you should come.”

“No offense Eunseo, but I’d rather not be a third wheel.” The thing was that you and your friends were a trio; you, Eunseo, and Seo Changbin. Changbin and Eunseo were together, but not really. They both had feelings for each other, everyone knew it, but they weren’t officially together. Eunseo says it’s because she’s not ready to settle down yet, to which Changbin’s response is that he’ll wait. To be quite honest, you didn’t understand Eunseo because she always brought up wanting a boyfriend and every time you brought up Changbin, she came up with a weak excuse, but every time you decide not to push it any further.

“A third wheel? You’re not going to be a third wheel. You don’t feel like a third wheel all the time with us, right?” You give her a look, which she returns with a pout, “Is this why you don’t hang out with us anymore? Because you feel like you’re third wheeling?” Silence follows her question.

“C’mon Y/n, Changbin and I aren’t even dating. It can’t be that bad hanging out with us.”

“It’s not, but…”

“But what?” The problem you had with hanging out with Changbin and Eunseo was that it meant that you had to watch Changbin look at Eunseo with love in his eyes, and in doing so made you hurt. It hurts you to watch someone that you love, love someone else.

Not wanting to explain everything to her, you agree to go to the party to change the topic. And maybe deep down inside, you actually did want to go to the party, so you’d have a reason to dress up, and maybe, just maybe get the attention you want from Changbin.

You knew the second you stepped foot into the frat house that you did not want to be there. There were too many people there for your liking. Surprisingly there were some familiar faces in the sea of bodies. Bang Chan and Han Jisung were talking to the DJ and Hwang Hyunjin and Lee Minho were in the middle of the dancing crowd. You weren’t actually friends with any of those guys, but you saw and heard much about them that you could recognize them. Not wanting to bump into strangers, you keep a close distance between you and Eunseo, whose arm you happened to be clutching. Too focused on not losing Eunseo, you don’t realize that you guys have come to a halt and that there’s someone calling your name. Looking up, you are met with the sight of Changbin dressed in all black. Attempting to not make it seem like you were checking him out, you say a measly greeting.

“Y/n? I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah…just thought I’d get out of my comfort zone, though I’m not really sure if I feel comfortable in this outfit.” Eunseo had decided that since this was your first college party, she wanted to pick your outfit and do your hair and makeup. Honestly, you were fine showing up in a t-shirt and jeans, but Eunseo wasn’t having any of it, so here you were at this party in front of Changbin in an outfit you would’ve never chosen for yourself. Though, you do have to give credit to where it belongs because Eunseo did make you look good.

“You look hot Y/n. Right Changbin? Doesn’t Y/n look hot?”

Your body begins to heat up as you feel Changbin’s gaze on you. Awkwardly standing there, you look down to the ground, “Uh, yeah, you look good Y/n.” You mumble a shy thanks.

“You guys want a drink?” Changbin asks, and when Eunseo says yes, he begins to lead you guys off to somewhere else.

The three of you head into the kitchen, where Changbin goes up to some guy next to the drinks and asks for three cups. As loudly as you could, you tell the guy that you didn’t want any alcohol, but instead asked for a soda. Ignoring the looks the three of them give you, you quickly take the cup of coke he hands you. After the three of you get your drinks, Eunseo leads you guys to the crowd of people dancing.

Dancing wasn’t really your thing. Sure, you danced, but that was in the privacy of your dorm room. Out in public, you were too afraid that you looked ridiculous dancing. So as Eunseo and Changbin started dancing, you awkwardly stood there. Not wanting to get in their way, you take a step back to give them some distance, but you realize now that it was a mistake because the second you look back up to them, they’re no longer there, lost in the crowd of bodies. Attempting to look for them, you get pushed around by the other dancers. Having fully given up, you make your way to the only other place you knew in this house.

The first thing you do when you manage to make your way into the kitchen is head straight towards the drinks, the same guy from earlier still there. You learn that his name is Johnny when he asks you if you wanted another soda, shaking your head, you ask him to whip you up something that will make you forget. Although you requested it, you knew he could tell you weren’t one for drinking, so he handed you a cup of beer instead. Taking a sip, a look of disgust appears on your face and you scowl at Johnny when you hear him chuckle. Walking away, you search for an area to rest.

You find an empty spot on the kitchen counter, which seems to be the cleanest surface you’ve seen so far, so you make yourself comfortable by hopping up to sit in the empty space. From your spot, you got a clear vision of the living room where everyone is dancing, meaning you can now clearly see Changbin and Eunseo dancing together. Deciding that the kitchen was more interesting, you observe Johnny make a bunch of freshmen some weird concoction of alcohol.

“Oh hey Y/n.” A deep voice brings you out of your focus.

“Hi Felix.” Felix wasn’t necessarily your friend, he was more of Changbin’s friend, but he was a nice person to talk to, so you liked to think of him as a friend.

“Where’s Changbin hyung?” You point towards the crowd of dancing people, where he stood dancing with Eunseo.

“I see. You didn’t want to join them?”

Scoffing, “And be the odd one out? No thank you.” He laughs at your remark.

“You want to dance with me then?” He offers a hand to help you down, but you decline.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’m fine sitting here.”

“You sure?” You nod your head, and before he leaves, he pets your head. “Okay, but if you change your mind, you’ll know where to find me.” Your eyes follow Felix as he goes his way to Minho and Hyunjin, and then they fall back to Eunseo and Changbin. Tearing your eyes away from the sight of them, you focus on your legs that swing off the counter. Cup of beer off to the side of you, long forgotten as you think about how you got into this situation. And no, you didn’t mean the party, you meant your feelings.

You had met Changbin through a mutual friend, Jeongin. He introduced him to you and Eunseo and you guys easily managed to become friends. Eunseo was the first to tell you about her feelings for Changbin. It was no surprised to you since Changbin was definitely her type, and then later on that same month, Changbin had confessed to you about his feelings for Eunseo. At first you were happy for the both of them because who wouldn’t be when their best friend’s crush had mutual feelings, but when they confessed to one another, they decided not to get together immediately. However, you definitely notice a shift in behavior when it came to them. They slowly started hanging out more without you, talking about things you didn’t know much about, and just blatantly flirting with each other. That’s when you started feeling left out of your trio, but you couldn’t help but watch them as they flirted and interacted with one another. You couldn’t help but listen to Changbin go on and on about Eunseo while you guys were studying, and you just guess you fell in love with the way he spoke of Eunseo. It suddenly became you wanting someone to talk about you the way Changbin does about Eunseo to you wanting Changbin to talk about you the way he does about Eunseo. Of course you felt like a horrible friend for having feelings for Changbin, he was your best friend’s guy(?) (to be honest, you didn’t really know what to refer them as), and Changbin was your friend, so you did your best to rid all thoughts about Changbin and your feelings for him. Obviously it didn’t work if you were here in the middle of a kitchen at a frat house moping over him.

Too lost in your thoughts, you don’t realize that another person has approached your sitting figure.

“Why’re you sitting here in the kitchen by yourself?” Of course it had to be Changbin. You look at him and scoff.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because the only two friends I have at this party ditched me to be with each other.” Your words come out harsher than you intended, but you couldn’t refrain yourself.

“I-“ Changbin starts.

“You know what, just don’t. Honestly, it’s fine. I knew I shouldn’t have come to this party, especially since I knew was going to be the third wheel like always.” Hopping off the counter, you brush past Changbin, heading straight to the door. Fresh air hits you as soon as you exit the house, and there’s a bunch of partiers out in the front. You manage to avoid bumping into them as you try to leave the property, but you feel a hand tug you back.

“Y/n, wait up!” You pull back your arm, not enjoying the burning feeling you felt as he touched you.

“Changbin, just leave me alone. Go back to Eunseo, I’m sure she’s looking for you.”

“Don’t be like this Y/n. Please let’s just go back to the party and we can talk about it.”

“No Changbin. That’s the problem. I don’t want to go back to the party. I didn’t even want to go in the first place.”

“Then why’d you come?”

“Because I wanted to spend time with you, but Eunseo always has your attention that you never seem to focus on me, and I just thought if I dressed up for once and went out to this party that you would finally look at me.”

“What do you mean by look at you?”

Shaking your head, “You just don’t get it.”

“Hey guys!” It’s Eunseo. “Great,” you mumble underneath your breath. She makes her way to the pair of you, settling next to Changbin. “What’re you guys doing out here?”

Motioning towards the direction of your dorm, you say, “I was just about to leave.”

She looks at you in shock, “What? We haven’t even been here for an hour.”

“I just don’t feel good, but don’t worry about me. The two of you should head back in.” You see worry settle on her face as soon as you said you didn’t feel good.

“Y/n-“ You cut him off once again.

“I’m serious, Changbin. Go back to the party, have fun like you were before.”

Making one last attempt to talk to you, “At least let me take you back to the dorms.”

Reassuring the two of them, you say to them, “I’ll be fine, I think I need some alone time to clear my head anyways.” And so you walk away from the party, leaving Changbin staring at your retreating figure, and Eunseo watching him.

“Seo Changbin, you are an idiot.” Eunseo says as she approaches Changbin, who has been hanging out in the balcony.

“What?” Last thing he expected was to get insulted for doing nothing.

“I second that.” He scowls at Seungmin for his snide comment before returning his attention to Eunseo.

“They’re in love with you, you know.” She looks off into the distance as he looks at her with confusion. Wanting to know who she could possibly be talking about, he asks, “Who is?”

“Like I said, you’re an idiot. I’m talking about Y/n, dummy.”

Making an attempt to grab her cup, he says to her, “Eunseo, I think you’ve had too much to drink, you’re speaking nonsense.”

“I’ll have you know, that this is only my second cup, but that doesn’t matter. What I said is true. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“You’re crazy, I’m in love with you.”

She clicks her tongue, “Stop right there. You’re not in love with me. You’re in love with the idea of me Changbin. If you were in love with me, you’d be trying harder for me.” To him, he thought he was giving Eunseo his all, but apparently she thought otherwise.

“Okay, so I don’t try hard enough, but that doesn’t mean that I’m in love with Y/n.”

Finally turning to face Changbin, she gives him a serious look, “Changbin, ever since they left the party, they’ve been the only thing on your mind.”

“Because I’m worried about my friend it means that I’m in love with them?”

Groaning, “It’s more than just that Bin. Every time we go out you find ways to bring Y/n up. The other day when we were having breakfast together at that cafe, you said that Y/n would have loved it. Then there was that one time we were sitting in the park and you said that Y/n would’ve loved the weather. Not to mention the time you found out Y/n was sick when we were watching a movie and you immediately dipped to get them medicine. And-“

“Okay, okay, I get it. So, I’m in love with Y/n…” She lets Changbin register his thoughts, observing his face as realization hit him.

“I’m in love with Y/n,” he repeats.

Nodding her head, “Yep, that’s what you said and that’s what I said. It’s what everyone, but Y/n knows.” The two of them don’t see it, but Seungmin is nodding his head in the back.

“I gotta go.” He bolts out the door, onto his way to see Y/n, missing the yearning look Eunseo gives him while she watches him run away.

You’re about to get comfortable in your bed with your laptop when rapid knocking on your door scares you. Stomping towards the door to see who’s bothering you, you check the peephole and see a familiar figure. Opening the door, you ask, “What’re you doing here and why are you panting?”

“I,” pause, “ran here,” he pauses again to catch his breath, “all the way from the party, and I’m here because I have to tell you something.”

“Changbin, I really don’t want to hear it right now.” You attempt to close the door on him, but he manages to stick his foot in the doorway, using his strength to get inside your room.

“Yah Seo Changbin, I don’t know how much you drank at that party, but it doesn’t give you the right to barge into my room.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m going to call security.”

“Y/n.” You make an attempt to grab your phone, but a hand stops you from obtaining it. Turning to face Changbin, you see the most serious look that he’s ever given you.

“I’m in love with you.” The sound of the smack that lands on Changbin’s face echoes throughout your room. You were feeling too many things at the moment, and you just couldn’t help yourself. How dare he force himself into your dorm and confess his so-called “love” for you. Was he just playing with you? Did he know about your feelings?

“You can’t do this,” pausing, “You can’t do this to me Seo Changbin. You can’t possibly think that it’s okay to waltz into my dorm and tell me you’re in love with me when we both know you’re in love with Eunseo.”

“But that’s the thing Y/n, I’m not in love with her. Maybe I was at some point, but you, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I was just blinded by the idea of loving Eunseo.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, “You’re drunk, you don’t mean any of this.”

His grip on your arm slightly tightens as he goes on to say, “I promise you I’m not. I only had two drinks. All this stuff I’m saying to you right now are my sincere and sober thoughts.”

“But what about Eunseo?” you softly whisper. She was in love with Changbin after all, so you couldn’t help but worry about her.

“She’s the one that made me realize that I was in love with you.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Why would Eunseo do that unless…unless she knew about your feelings for Changbin.

“But why would she do that if she’s in love with you?”

“Because she knows that I could never love her the way I love you.”

“Changbin…”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that my heart has always belonged to you.”

“Why would you be in love with me if you could have Eunseo? She’s the perfect girl for you.” In your eyes, the belonged to each other; they completed each other. What she was to Changbin was something that you could never be for him.

“I don’t want perfect, I want you, and I know you want me too.” You finally remove your arm from Changbin’s hold and sit on your bed, giving yourself a moment to register everything that’s happening. Too many thoughts were running in your mind like how Changbin could possibly be in love with you. You had spent so much time with the two of them that there were never any signs of it.

Feeling a dip in the bed next to you, you lean your head on Changbin’s shoulder as he goes to hold your hand, thumb gently caressing your skin.

Quietly you confess to him, “I can’t do this to Eunseo.”

“It’s okay to be selfish sometimes. It’s okay to go for the things you want, even if it means someone gets hurt along the way.” Selfish was a word that couldn’t describe you. You always put others before you, but in this moment, you wanted yourself to be selfish, just this once.

“It’s not okay to hurt someone, and especially not okay when it’s Eunseo. She’s my best friend Changbin.” The ringing of your phone interrupts your conversation. Changbin checks the caller and hands it over to you, “It’s Eunseo.” You contemplate ignoring the call, but you were afraid that she was in trouble and picked it up, getting up to watch out your window.

“Eunseo, are you okay?” is the first thing you say to her.

“Stop thinking of me, Y/n. Stop being selfless. Don’t let me stand in the way of want you want.”

“But Eunseo-“

She cuts you off, “But nothing Y/n. I’m your best friend Y/n, so I know how you think. I know you think of me as a ‘Heather’ and you’re just the other girl, but you’re not. You are you, and that’s why Changbin is there with you now and not me. Be with him, be happy. For me.”

By now tears had collected in your eyes, “I love you Eunseo.”

“I know. I love you too. Now go get your man.” Ending the call with a light chuckle, you turn back around to Changbin, meeting his gaze. Silently, you make your way to him, making him move over as you lay down and get comfortable on your bed. Patting the empty space next to you, you wait for him to come. With a grin on his face, he climbs over to you as you grab you laptop, wrapping an arm around you.

“What’re we watching?” he asks as he snuggles even closer to you.

“Well I was about to watch ‘It’s Okay to Not Be Okay’ before I was rudely interrupted.” Jokingly giving him the side eye, he kisses your temple.

“Well, at least it was a good interruption, though I do have to say, I think I deserve some kisses for that slap from earlier.”

“Hmm…I’ll think about it.”

Sighing, Eunseo looks at the wallpaper of her phone, a picture of the trio from a spontaneous trip you guys took back in freshmen year after finals. Turning off her phone, a voice speaks up.

“Y’know, what you did back there was really selfless.” Seungmin comes up from behind Eunseo, who has been out in the balcony where Changbin had left her, watching over the party, mind busy with her thoughts.

Not bothering to face him, she asks, “What’re you going on about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Making Changbin realize that he’s in love with Y/n.”

She waves him off, “It’s better off this way.”

“Even if the one that you love is in love with another?”

She takes a moment to respond, “If they’re both happy then that’s all that matters.”

“And what about you, are you happy?”

Releasing another sigh, she says, “I will be.”

A/N: yay! the third part of the series is here! feel free to let me know what you guys think of the series so far or what you guys would like to see in the upcoming parts of the series, I’d love to get some feedback.

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diavolosthots · 4 years

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SFw for Luci, please👉👈❤️

Yes 👀 I kind of had a feeling hed be first to be requested.

LUCIFER SFW ALPHABET

Argument: Do they argue? How bad does it get?

Listen he isnt going to start an argument with anyone. That's just a waste of his time; however, he will finish one if you start with him. Dont think that just because he's quiet and calculated, that he won't squish your feelings like a bug beneath his shiny black shoes.

Babies: fur baby, scaly baby, or no baby?

Preferably no baby because thats a lot of responsibility and he already hated dealing with Levi's Henry 1.0. However, if his s/o does beg ask him for a pet, he can be convinced with a LOT of loving ;)

Cocktails: are they extroverted? Introverted? Both? With their s/o?

Hes more introverted and that doesnt change with a s/o. He does become more… relaxed if you will, especially around his s/o. His s/o is definitely the calm factor in his life and can get him to drop his guard every once in a while.

Dance: would they encourage their s/o to become "sinful" so they could stay in hell/the devildom? How would they take it if they did?

One thing that he appreciates about his s/o is that they have their own mind and make their own decisions. They don't need to be babied and have to hold his hand all the time. So, ultimately, hes not going to encourage them to indulge in sinful behaviors so they could stay with him BUT hes sure as hell to show them how good they are together and what a beautiful match they are. Afterall, what's wrong with dancing with the devil a bit longer?

Exit: Do they like to travel? Where would they want to go?

If he had time, he would travel way more often. His heart actually aches to get away from the Devildom a lot of days and he misses the true freedom he experienced as an angel. He likes countries with history like England and Hungary, so he'd definitely like to take his s/o there one day.

Food: what's their favorite date with their s/o?

His favorite dates are the dates where he can go all out with his s/o and treat them exceptionally well. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure to treat his s/o like the King/Queen they are, and takes them out to quite the extravagant places.

Grease: what's something special they made for their s/o?

He made them a necklace with a black Onyx in the middle in the shape of a heart. He also put one of his feathers in the Onyx and with a little bit of magic, made it so he could sense their distress and rush to their rescue if the need ever arises. But most importantly, the necklace just represents their relationship; even though he's cold and full of pride, his s/o decided to love him regardless.

Honesty: would they ever hide something from their s/o?

He actually hides a lot. Whether that be his true feelings, or his true intentions; things about the Devildom theyre not supposed to know, or even just that he already knows everything about them. It takes some time for him to be completely honest

Independence: what type of lover are they? Clingy or carefree?

On the outside, he seems carefree and like he does not really care what his s/o does. But in reality, he keeps them on a tight least. This ties back to his need of having control over everything, including his relationship(s).

Jealous: are they a jealous person?

Oh yes but he's too prideful to admit that some low life demon (or human) evoked these feelings inside of him. Gets rid of them without leaving a trace.

Kindness: how far would they go for their s/o? Ride or die kind of thing?

That depends on how far they are into the relationship. Even with these feelings of adoration and affection toward his s/o it takes him a while to actually lay his heart down for them. The longer and steadier the relationship, the stronger the need to give them and do anything for them.

Love: what's their love type?

Quality time and touch. Hes a very busy man so any free time he has, he wants to spend with his s/o so they know they're still very important in his life, but he also likes to just gently take their hand in his or place a hand on their shoulder to reassure his presence beside them.

Mouth: where's their favorite place to kiss?

He loves the back of their neck. Being (most likely) taller than them gives him easy access to one of their most vulnerable spots and not only does he love the reactions he gets out of them, but he just loves the whiff of their shampoo or perfume that hits his nostrils. Its comforting and makes him wrap his arms around them, holding them close.

No: anything they wouldnt do with or for their s/o?

Betray Diavolo lol. Or go against himself. He holds a lot of pride in who he is as a person and anything or anyone that wants him to change that, is already losing. Also hes kind of bound to Diavolo and cant betray him for many reasons, as much as he would like to sometimes.

Odor: what's their favorite scent? On a s/o?

He loves lavender and cedarwood. There is just something calming about nature and he loves those scents on a s/o. Will bury his face into their neck just so he can smell them and ground himself again. Does it a lot, actually.

PDA: how open are they to PDA

Eh. Hes not… A super PDA person. Will hold his s/o's hand or let them hold onto his arm but he's not overly in anyones face about it. HOWEVER, if hes provoked, playful, or feels threatened, he's not afraid to squeeze his s/o's ass or place a deep kiss upon their lips.

Questions: will they be an open book or not?

Lmao youre funny. Absolutely not. Have fun figuring this man out hes honestly worse than Pandora's box. His feelings? No one knows. His thoughts? Locked away in the depths of Tartarus.

Reserved: what's something that only his s/o would know about?

This kind of goes back to him needing a LONG time to feel comfortable sharing anything, but he will talk to his s/o about any worries he has concerning the Devildom and how Diavolo runs it at times (which tends to be a lot) and sometimes, even shares thoughts about his brothers.

Serious: how long until they start to get really serious with their s/o?

Give it a couple decades, maybe even centuries. Jk. If he chooses someone to be by his side, hes already pretty serious about them. It just takes him forever to show that.

Type: what's their type in a s/o ?

Someone confident and someone who knows what they want BUT NOT someone who tries to outdo him. In a sense, he wants, and needs someone who's submissive and whos easy to have a grip over, but not someone who's too easy to manipulate. He likes the free spirited people, but he doesnt like people who step too far out of line. Yeah his perfect lover is complicated.

Untouched: have they been in a relationship before? How many?

Lol no. Hes had hookups and people who help him release… Stress and tension, but he doesnt have time for serious relationships. That, however, does NOT mean that he doesnt know how to treat a man/woman right. Its natural to him. Its in his nature.

Very: what's something they're really good at outside of their hobby?

He's actually pretty good at making things. Necklaces, watches, picture frames. Its kind of a secret talent for him and not many people know about how handsy he is.

Weird: what's something odd or weird about them?

This may not be odd to a lot of people, but he actually beats Levi in the "pulling allnighters" record. Levi tends to get tired pretty easily and can stay up for three days tops; however, lucifer has managed a whole week without sleep. Never again though. He was too exhausted.

Xylophone: their favorite part about you? Physically? Mentally?

Physically its definitely your back. He likes to run his hands along your spine and feel your shoulder blades move under his hands. Its amazing how, although weak, pretty strong a human's back is. Mentally, it's your confidence. It takes a lot for humans to not be completely afraid of demons, but it takes a lot more to stand up to them and believe that, although youre smaller and weaker, you can still take them on.

Yearning: would they like a family? How many kids?

I honestly do not see him as a family man; however, he does want to devote his life to his s/o and get married some day, as long as time and Diavolo permit lol.

Zebra: Do they change throughout their relationship? Are they truly themselves?

He becomes more open as time goes on so yes he does change. It just takes a long time. He tries to stay true to himself, always, but hes not always true about how he feels and how to express that.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #sfw alphabet

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jeonggukingdom · 4 years

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splinters of love • day XXVIII [jjk]

pairing ⟶ jeon jeongguk x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XXVIII ↳ in which Jeongguk finally arrives home incredibly late and finds you asleep on top of the covers, completely naked.

genre ⟶ smut, fluff?

rating ⟶ 18+

word count ⟶ 1.899 words

warnings ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, dirty talk, oral sex (receiving), jeongguk calling you a dirty little girl, and a naughty one... because I need that in my life, don’t judge me.

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

He didn’t believe there were things worse than staying late at work to finish an assignment in time during the weekend—especially when you had made plans to spend the night watching movies and cuddling—but he was wrong.

Worse than being stuck at work way beyond working hours was being stuck in traffic after that. For two whole hours.

He called, he texted, he apologised and cursed at his luck and his life and even at himself for finishing his work too late.

By the time he got out of his car, walked the stairs to your shared apartment and let himself in, he was positively exhausted and fed up.

It didn’t come as a surprise to him that you were nowhere to be seen, that the house was held in darkness and that he couldn’t ear a single sound coming from any of the rooms.

You were probably asleep, he concluded while removing his jacket and hastily getting rid of his tie to finally breathe in more comfortably and let his body relax.

He walked through the apartment making sure to be as silent as possible not to disturb you and a little smile painted on his lips at the thought of catching fast asleep on your bed with that adorable pout on your lips.

The thought of you always made him feel warm and giddy inside, even after so many years together.

His fingers touched the wooden surface of the door, they slightly pressed on it until it started moving and the smile deepened on his lips as the warm light of the abat-jour filtered through the crack.

You had fallen asleep with the light still on.

Guilt tugs at his heartstrings at the thought of you waiting for him for so long even though you were probably just as tired as him after a long day at work similar to his very own.

Those thoughts though are quickly swept away by what his eyes meet next.

There you are, peacefully asleep on the covers but unlike his predictions, you are completely bare.

Jeongguk gulps down at the sight of you like this, naked and waiting for his return with the evident desire of feeling him between your legs.

His mouth runs dry, his eyes fixed on the supple curves of your body as the desire of touching you, savouring you, starts burning him from the inside out.

He steps inside the room slowly, his fingers brushing against the edge of the bed as he walks towards you with a little devilish grin on his thin lips.

His digits brush against your naked calves and you stir in your slip, emit a hum that kind of sounds like his name but do not crack your eyes open which makes him chuckle under his breath.

“You waited for me naked all this time and now what? You’re just going to sleep?”

He tilts his head a little to the side while his fingers move against your skin and inch upwards until he is grasping one of your thighs to pull it a little to the side so that he can bask in the sight of your naked sex completely exposed to his eager eyes.

Your lips form a deep pout and in any other occasion Jeongguk would deem it quite adorable but right now, his mind is foggy with desire and impatience drives his every movement.

His breath hits your face as he brushes his nose against yours ever so slightly while calling your name.

The sound is soft and sweet like honey in your ear while his hand turns rougher around your naked flesh.

A jolt of electricity runs through your body then, goosebumps gather on the flesh and your eyes open to fix inside his impossible onyx gaze.

“Baby,” you coo, your voice still thick with sleep and Jeongguk smiles at you, sweetly pecks your lips while his fingers inch even upward to slightly brush against your core.

You shiver at the sudden touch, sigh at the way he looks down at you with utter desire and his lips turn into a smirk once more.

“What a dirty little girl, waiting for me all naked on our bed,” he muses to himself and you feel heat rush to your cheeks at the pet name—which he knows way too well to be your absolute weakness.

“Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me?”

“A little,” you admit before biting your bottom lip to further provoke him.

It works. It always does.

“So naughty,” he rasps out before licking his lips while his eyes travel from your face to the treasure hidden right between your lovely legs, “And what were you thinking about while doing it, mh?”

“You.”

“Me?” He tilts his head to the side, amused, “Doing what? Tell me.”

You gulp down heavily, emit a little sigh recoiling the memory of your deep fantasies and how real they almost felt while your hand was brushing against your sensitive bud.

“Tasting me,” you whimper out as you spread your legs wider for him in a silent beg for him to show you just how lacking your imagination is compared to the real deal.

“Is that so?” He breathes out as he ever so slowly climbs onto the bed. His body fits perfectly between your legs, his hands on either side of your face as he languidly kisses your mouth.

Your eyes close, your mouth parts for him and in an instant, you are melting into him, your heart beating frantically between your lungs and arousal growing right between your legs.

Your hands tug on his hair a little until he grunts for you, the sound blissful to your ears.

He doesn’t utter a single word as he pulls back from your lips and you watch him with rapt eyes as he slowly descends until his head is lodged right between your legs.

His eyes are fixed on you, his lips barely a few inches away from your core and the sight of him like this is already enough to have your back arching towards the ceiling and your hands grasping the sheets.

A knowing smirk stretches his lips to the side and as you heavily gulp down, his devilish tongue darts out of his mouth to get its first taste of you.

The contact is short but blissful and it has your throat running dry, your eyes closing and your mouth begging for more.

His fingers wrap around your thighs, dig into the flesh in a way that is bound to leave some marks and then, he is tasting every little inch of your core, lapping at your folds, sucking around the little bud.

It’s pure heaven.

You call his name in soft whimpers as arousal mixes with his saliva rendering your lips deliciously sleek.

He loves the sight of your glistening core, the sound of your sighs and mewls, the sensation of your body thrashing as he ravages you whole.

It is the very idea of having you moaning underneath him as you cum that dictates his every movement and how fervently his tongue laps around your core.

The sound you emit as he moves right between your folds and gets a true taste of you is absolutely delighting and lord, does he want you to do it again, over and over until it is embedded inside his memories forever.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, your voice thick with both excitement and pleasure.

“Do I live up to your imagination?” He asks between your legs, his warm breath making you shiver as it hits the sodden flesh.

His lips wrap around your clit, tug on it until a deep moan erupts from your mouth and your breathing turns heavy.

“You…you are so much better.”

You can’t see the smile full of satisfaction that adorns his lips then but you can almost feel it against your flesh.

Your eyes are closed shut, your hands balled into tight fists around the covers as you tug on them while your back arches even more for him.

It is then that his fingers come out to play, trace your lips ever so slightly while his lips keep torturing your clitoris.

It takes a few desperate whimpers in the form of his name for his digits to move past your lips, plummet right inside of you in a way that has you moaning loudly for him, trashing beneath him.

He loves it, he loves every second of it and he wants more of it. He wants it all, everything you have to give.

His fingers are relentless inside of you, scissoring and curling in time with his suckling atop your mound and the sounds you emit are so lewd they even bring heat to your cheeks.

Sweat glistens on your forehead as your hips start rolling onto his face in the desperate search for more, just more.

One of your hands flies to his hair, grasps the locks and tug on them until he is grunting over and over again adding delicious vibrations to his ministrations.

“Oh… oh!”

The tip of his fingers hits your pleasure spot and your vision turns white, your mouth hangs open as your body starts moving for an entire second with the shock of the sudden wave of pleasure that engulfed it.

You always forget just how good he can make you feel, just how easily he can bring you down and damn, does Jeongguk love to remind you over and over again.

“Right there,” you coo, no, you plea and he listens. Jeon Jeongguk, always the most eager lover.

He aims at that spot hidden deep within you with the precision of a sniper and he hits once, twice, three times, four times, fifty times… damn, you’ve lost count.

“Jeongguk!” The obscene scream that leaves your mouth sends shivers all down his spine, turns his member uncomfortably hard in the confinement of his tight pants and turns him even bolder, desperate even to bring you down.

Your toes curl as he tugs hard on the little bundle of nerves, your vision turns white and your body starts shamelessly quivering beneath him as your orgasm hits you full force.

It comes and it keeps on coming and coming until you are sure the bed covers are beyond salvation, soiled by your juices.

You whimper at the sudden loss of his fingers between you, you whine as his mouth detaches from your core and then you sigh as his lips come crashing down yours into a kiss so fierce it leaves you absolutely breathless.

“If you’re going to welcome me like this every time I’m late after work, I might consider doing it more often,” he speaks those words right inside your ear and you chuckle whilst your arms wrap nicely around his neck to bring him to your lips once more.

You kiss until you cannot breathe anymore, you kiss until your lips are too swollen to keep on going, you kiss until your eyes are closing, you kiss until he is wrapping you in a tight hug and lulling you to sleep and then, when morning comes, it is your lips that wrap around his sex instead to bring him down until his voice turns raw and all he can utter is your name, over and over again.

#ksmutclub #ficswithluv #goldenclosetnet #jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts scenario #bts ff #bts imagine #bts react #!splintersoflove

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grapenamjams · 4 years

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Myrrh

Genre: Angst, maybe some fluff?

Characters: Muriel from the arcana and my apprentice Eliza

A/N: This is my attempt at a reversed ending for Muriel's route, at the time of writing this his endings have not been posted so I made one of my own and i was sad for the whole day :(

a little bit about my MC

Her name is Eliza (she/her. Female.) She is 5′2 has brown wavy hair, brown eyes (with specks of green) she also has adorable freckles across her nose. lastly she has a artic fox, named Nell as a familiar who is enchanted to keep cold during the summer and whenever Nell walks she leaves behind snow prints on the ground (think of what Olaf from frozen has lol)

- The Arcana is a Mobile story game where you get to choose your path and get a ending according to the choices you made. created by nixhyrdra, can be found on the app store-

They had fought with everything they had but it wasn’t enough. How could it had not been enough?, Eliza was so sure that they could beat the devil, but as the chains tighten around her she begins to curse herself for being so naïve, so stupid- No! She couldn’t let those thoughts enter her mind now, there has to be a way out, there...there has to be, she just needs to focus, if she could just muster more energy she could-

“Still trying to fight even when you know you’re beaten? How...pathetically amusing” the devils cold voice washes over her. “You both look like wounded animals that know they are on the brink of death but still fight against their predator, how sad you two look. I thought you both would have the decency to know when to give up.” The devil laughs “but I also thought you two wouldn’t be dumb enough to try to fight me in my own realm! Especially you.” He turns to Eliza who’s on her knees with chains covering her whole body up to her neck. “You knew i would be most powerful here and yet you still came, risking his life in the process” the devil points to Muriel who’s a few feet away from her also wrapped in chains, the devil was right she had known. and yet she brought him here, knowing what the consequences would be. She had done this, it was her fault. anything that happens to him would be her fault.

“You done talking? Your voice Is annoying.” Muriel’s voice comes out as a dark growl making Eliza’s head snap up to him. His teeth are clenched and his eyes set on the devil with a murderous glare. The devil laughs. “So impatient. trust me, I want to get rid of you both as soon as possible. As you know I’m a busy man with a grand plan. But I am also a generous man.” The devil pauses and opens his arms “I’m prepared to offer you a deal my dear Eliza”

“You are crazy if you think I’ll do any sort of deal with you!” Eliza bites out but quickly lets out a gasp as she feels the chains tighten around her. The devil pinches between his eyes “please refrain from interrupting me, I truly do hate it. As I was saying, your magic would be beneficial to me. adds to my power, would make the merging of the realms become reality much sooner than expected.” The devil waves his hand forth lifting Eliza from the ground bringing her to him. So close that Eliza could smell his rotten breath she holds back a gag. “So how about it dear Eliza? Help me make a better world And You and your warrior lover here will be greatly compensated.” Eliza stares at his red eyes. His offer was insane, how could he think that she would ever accept his offer? Unless.. he did know. “NO! TAKE ME.” Eliza’s heart Drops. ‘No.’ She looks at the devil, a sneer growing on his goat face. His eyes flicker to Muriel who’s voice echo's in her head.

Muriel strains against the chains. iron digging into his skin, his stomach churning at the sight of the devil before him holding Eliza beside him. “Ah so the gladiator speaks again. And what’s this? Sacrificing himself to save his magicians life? How pitiful you humans are really, throwing your lives on the line for someone else”

“LET HER GO!” He tries to stand but the chains drag him down again. The devil puts a finger to his chin. “Hmmm now that I think about it I can use this pitiful human action of yours. you could be a very good asset for me.” “NO!” He hears Eliza scream “Mur- ahhhh!” Eliza shuts her eyes in pain as the chains begin to glow and fade just as quickly. “ELIZA!” Muriel yells his heart pounding, fury coursing through him. “Really, do you not listen? I told you no interruptions!” The devil sighs “Again as I was saying, you could be a asset to me. As you already know my companion lucio was taken down by your pesky friends. So I am now in need of another to replace him and continue on with the plan. of course lucio was strong in some ways but he was weak, as are those who do things for greed and fortune. But you, my fellow gladiator you don’t want those things do you? All you want is to save your beloved Eliza, isn’t that right?” The chains around Eliza begin to glow again and she lets out a scream, tears start to flow from behind her shut eyes. “STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Muriel yells the chains restraining him. panic rises within his body at seeing her in pain, his mind is scattered He needs to stop this, there’s no other way. he needs to stop this, he needs to save her. Another scream comes from Eliza’s body “just say the words and all of this will be over. I’ll return her safe and sound to your world, I promise”

“When you return her you promise to never touch her again. You promise you will not harm her in anyway” Muriel breaths out, tears forming in his eyes. The devil nodes “agreed, no harm will come her way”

“No! Muriel you can’t!” Eliza is shaking her breath uneven. He looks into her eyes, fear and saddens fills them, those emotions should haven never reside there he had promised himself that they would only be filled with happiness, but look, he couldn’t even manage that. He had failed, but he could make it right, when he said he would protect her he meant it. he would do anything for her, even make a deal with the devil. “I’m sorry Eliza. You have to be safe.” Her eyes widen in horror changing into desperation. “No! You said we were a team! You promised!” Tears flow down her face “We’ll figure things out together like we always have! Muriel please, listen to me! Please don’t do this!” Muriel’s own tears fall as he looks away from Eliza’s face and glares at the devil speaking the words that would save the women he loves and bind himself to a new master. “I accept your deal.” The gladiator says, the devil lets out a dark chuckle “good doing business with you.” There was a deafening crack in the throne room red lighting appears around them. But all he could her was Eliza yell his name “MURIEL!” As the chains around her body began to engulf her. “ELIZA!” He didn’t register that his own chains slackened as he ran towards her. He reaches a hand to her outstretched one but before he could grab her a flash of red appears before him blinding him. When he came too and opened his eyes everything is silent say only for the dark rumble of the grey clouds above. Muriel looks at the spot were he last saw her only to find the chains that wrapped around her on the floor and Eliza no where in sight. The gladiator drops to his knees in front of them. replaying the image of her being engulfed by the chains in his head “Where.... is she?” His voice takes a dark tone as he addresses his new master.

“Safe and sound in your world as agreed.” Muriel lowers his head and notices there’s a familiar weight to his body, he feels his neck and finds his old metal collar resting there, looks at his wrists and isn't surprised to find grey cuffs on his wrists, they are the same metals Eliza had freed him from when they had kissed for the the first time. Saddens was replaced by well known anger, the same anger he had carried for so many years before meeting her was taking place in his heart again. “What now?” He growls

“For now I have no use for you. we will have to wait till things have calmed down to try the ritual again. So I will send you back and call on you when I need you.” The devil sits on his throne and moves a hand. Chains slowly wrap around Muriel who’s still kneeling to tired to do anything. “Oh I had almost forgotten to tell you. This is a secret between you and I meaning we can’t have any witnesses.” Muriel looks up his skin rubbing against the metal. “What do you mean.”

“You called it a gift when I first gave it to you, isn’t that right? I wonder how you will feel about it now. It’s quite useful, makes it easier to clean up this whole mess” Muriel’s brain is foggy he can’t quite grasp what the devil means, before he can ask again chains wrap around him completely and then everything goes dark.

Muriel wakes up gasping for air, his eyes fly open being met with the darkness of his hut. It all comes back to him in a flash, the devil, the deal, Eliza. His hand shoots out to his right were she usually sleeps, but his hand comes in contact with nothing only the cold among the furs. He sits up to see emptiness, the fire has gone out, Inanna isn't in her bed. Muriel tries not to panic, ‘she's probably outside.’ He stands up, moving quickly to the door opening it wide. It was the afternoon, he raises a hand to block out the sun as his eyes get used to the light while he searches for any sign of Eliza. He reaches the chicken pen and there is still no sign of her, he feels his breath quicken but feels Inanna’s presence and turns to see her running towards him, he lets his shoulders relax a bit at the sight of her, he kneels down before her and pets her. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Inanna nuzzles her head against his hand. “Do you know where Eliza is?” He asks the wolf. Inanna steps back ‘shop.’ Her voice states in his mind. ‘Of course she’s at the shop, she’s probably working.’ He thinks, Inanna lets out a small whine. he needs to go see her, he needs to make sure that she’s okay. Without a second thought he starts running. running as fast as he could ‘Please be safe, please be safe. I’m sorry. I’m sorry’ repeating through his head as his feet take him onward.

He goes through the back trail that Asra had made for him so he could come and go from the shop without going Into the Main Street. When he reaches the back door he pounds on the door twice “ELIZA! Are you in there?” Silence greets him, he pounds on the door again calling out for, her, Asra, anyone. But all he gets is again a still silence. tears brim his eyes as he tries to calm down his breathing. ‘Did he not keep his end of the deal? Did he lie to him? How stupid was he to believe the devil? Is she....gone?’

“Alright! hurry back” Asra’s voice reaches his ears. Muriel snaps back to the world around him, his heart filling with hope. He runs to the front of the shop were Asra is undoing the protective spell on the door. “Asra.” Muriel says looking over his friend for any signs of injury and is glad to not find any, however there is something on his face, wariness. Asra looks at the Gladiator up and down stepping down into the street away from the shop door. “Can I help you?” Muriel is taken back at the defensive tone in his Friends voice. something starts slowly churning in his stomach. “It’s me” Muriel pushes back the hood of his cloak but the expression on Asra’s face doesn't change. “I’m sorry but the shops closed, I’m going to have to ask you to leave” Muriel freezes. not wanting to accept what his brain is telling him. He shakes his head “Asra please don’t. Tell me where-“ he gets caught off as another voice is heard a little ways ahead. “Got it! It was under the seat. I don’t know what I would do if I lost it!” Eliza comes running towards them her blue bandana in hand. Muriel’s heart leaps as he sees her stop before them. She’s alive, she’s okay. Muriel starts to take a step toward her to touch her and confirm that she really is here and okay but his blood runs cold when he sees her go behind Asra

“who is that?” She asks in a small voice

“I don’t know, but get inside Eliza.” Asra answers her.

Muriel steadies himself feeling like he got the wind knocked out of him as realization strucks him. “Eliza, it’s me. It’s me Muriel” he steps forward, she takes a step back from him and he tries to ignore the clench in his chest when he sees her do it. “You have to remember.” Eliza shakes her head “I’m sorry, I don’t remember you, truly” her eyes waver with something and to his horror he sees that she's scared. Scared of him, she’s never looked at him that way before hitting him with another blow to the chest. A idea passes through his head, Frantically Muriel goes through his pockets “this- this will help!” he finds a small leather bag of myrrh and goes to Eliza opening the bag for her to smell. This will do it, once she smells the herbs all of this will be forgotten and she will remember him once again, all of their memories that they had shared won’t be lost, she’ll come back to him, his light will come back.

suddenly his thoughts were cut off by a dark chuckle echoing in his head. “Oh you foolish human, if only it was so simple? Didn’t I say no one could know our little secret? Those herbs won’t do anything” he laughs again “This is still a gift, isn’t it?” The devils presence leaves him taking his torn heart with him because as he looks at Eliza’s face that has no smile, no recognition of him in her eyes after smelling the herbs, his heart completely shattered around him. if the pieces weren’t going to be picked up by her, he didn’t want it. Muriel hadn’t realize that he was crying, hadn’t realized that he was grasping Eliza’s wrist until he heard Asra speak “I suggest that you let go of her right now and leave” Muriel Winces slightly but with all the power he had left with all the energy he had, he lets her go. Eliza held her hand to her chest holding the small leather bag and placing a hand over her wrist that he held, she looked over him once more, “I’m sorry” she said softly for him alone to hear and began walking up the steps to the shop disappearing inside with Asra. Muriel looks at the hand that had touched her last he could still feel the warmth of her, it still hadn’t fully settled within him that the nightmare that lived only in his head at night had just became reality.

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His world was dark once more. Days, weeks, had passed or has it been years? Muriel didn’t care for all he knew it could’ve been the same day still when Eliza looked at him as a stranger, as the true monster he had always been. Everything reminded him of her inside his hut and outside. he tried to sleep to escape but quickly stopped when even in his dreams were filled with memories of her. He only let himself rest before her face would appear in his mind. Yet He couldn’t stop himself from going to the shop and watching her from afar, knowing that she was alive and happy was enough to distract him, but slowly the pain in his chest would return again, he didn’t entirely hated it, it reminded him of what he had done for her, giving her a chance at a life of freedom and he would do it again in a heartbeat.

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Eliza had been collecting wild herbs in the forest when she realized that Nell wasn’t beside her. She closes her satchel and looks around for her fox calling her name when suddenly she sees her bounding towards her, kneeling Eliza catches her in her arms. “Nell you had me worried! Where did you go off too? Hmm?” she pets her white fur. Nell barks and jumps out of her arms running again, Eliza laughs and follows her familiar’s snow prints. she reaches a clearing with a hut in the middle that’s being engulfed by the roots of a huge tree. Eliza hears Nell bark again and turns to see a very large figure come around the hut. it was a man wearing a cloak around his shoulders, underneath she could see a heavy metal collar around his neck, his large green eyes meet hers and she sees them widen in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” Eliza swallows slowly the way he watched her makes her heart quicken. She clutches her bag strap “um, I’m sorry. I was following Nell and she lead me here” the man looks at her fox as Nell goes to him and puts her front paws on his leg asking for a pet ‘big man Friend!’ ‘Friend?!’ Eliza eyes widen, she searches the face of the man in front of her, but she can’t remember ever meeting him. So how does Nell know him? She’s pretty sure she would remember a face like his, meaning! The face of a man that lived in the woods... of course his face is handsome and attractive... although his face clearly showed how tired he was, dark bags sat under his eyes and his features had a heavy weight to them. The green eyed man pets Nell once and that was enough for the fox to stick her tongue out and smile up at him, her tail going crazy. “She-she remembers you” the man looks at her. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” Eliza asks earnestly. He lets out a sigh “Yeah, Something like that.” he states plainly but she catches saddens behind his words. Eliza feels guilty that she doesn’t remember him at all, but with her condition it was to be expected.

“Oh, I’m sorry I probably met you a few years ago. I had a memory loss incident a few years back. But, maybe if you tell me how we met I might remember!” She smiles at him swaying on the balls of her feet. The dark haired man looks her over something flickers in his eyes before disappearing quickly, longing? Saddens?. “It’s not that...” he averts his eyes. "You don't need to know. You should go, it’s getting late.” He begins to move away but she calls for him to wait still keeping her eyes on him. “Can I know your name?” Still looking away he answers her “why?” She moves closer “so I know what to call you?” She has a small smile on her face. “Then don't call me” he grumbles Eliza can’t help but let out small laugh making the man turn to her confused at her reaction. “Well man that won’t tell me his name. Am Eliza! But I think you already knew that... anyway, I want to give you something. I can sense you haven't been able to sleep and I know that feeling perfectly well so here.” Eliza looks down at her satchel and opens it “you don’t-!” She hears the man say as she pulls out a vile and looks up at him blinking in confusion at his panicked expression. Eliza smiles “it’s alright, here” she grabs his hand gently and she feels him tense up she turns his hand over placing the vile into his large hand. She looks up to see the man staring at her in shock, his eyes looking at her like she had grown a second head. “Um. The vile is liquidized myrrh, its known to help calm and relax the mind if smelled. But one drop of this in any drink will help your body relax her eyes widen realizing how weird she sounds offering someone a vile that could help relax their bodies. “I-I’m a magician I work at the magic shop in the city with my master Asra! I promise it’s safe!” the man ignores her rambles only looking down at his hand with the vile. “myrhh...”

“Yeah! I always have some on me” she grabs a small leather bag from her satchel “I don’t know why, but it’s a familiar scent to me, i use it when I’m feeling Anxious about something and when I can’t sleep” she puts the bag away. “Muriel.” Her head goes back to the man “pardon?” His gaze softens “my name is muriel” he repeats himself. Eliza smiles at him “Muriel” she tries it out. it feels...familiar somehow, like it belongs to be said by her. “I like it” she says and she sees Muriel get a tint of pink on his cheeks. He coughs and averts his eyes “you should go.” Eliza looks at the sky and sees it darkening she pouts not wanting to leave him. “I guess I should” she steps back and calls Nell to her side. “It was really nice meeting you Muriel, i hope to see you again and I do hope the myrrh helps!” She waves at him before turning to leave. She didn’t know it then how could she? But when Muriel was watching her leave, an old forgotten feeling lit inside of him, the feeling of hope began to bloom.

#thearcanamuriel #muriel the arcana #muriel #muriel x mc #muriel x oc #thearcanastory #thearcana #thearcanaoneshot #reversed ending #julian devorak #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #portia #angst #fluff #muriel the mountain man #inaana

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fromkaermorhentolettenhove · 4 years

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The Igniting of Burgundy - Chapter 7 (End)

Chapter Summary: Geralt is not ready to leave. At least not empty-handed.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1638

A/N: Soft, Emotional Sex FTW ;3;

AO3

Geralt has been dreading this day.

It’s come too fast and now, Geralt has a panic rising in his chest. He can’t leave Jaskier, not so soon. Breakfast is painful, lunch is somehow worse and Geralt hides in Roach’s stall for the rest of the day.

Jaskier finds him, the two unsure of where to start as they pet Roach. Perhaps words aren’t needed. They both knew this day had to come. Their time together was meant to be fleeting, not something written in stone.

Yet, Geralt can’t find himself to accept this awful truth and he pulls Jaskier into a hug, ignores the breaking of his heart as Jaskier cries into his shoulder. Before they can say anything, they are summoned to dinner and their masks are put on for a little while longer.

By the time they manage to escape to Geralt’s room, emotions are everywhere and they fall into their embrace.

Tonight, they don’t want to rush.

As they stand, holding onto each other, Geralt reaches up and cards his hand through Jaskier’s hair before cupping his cheek. His heart strains as Jaskier closes his eyes, presses into the touch as if it is their last moment alive.

When Jaskier turns his head just so, kisses Geralt’s palm, Geralt’s breath hitches and he tugs Jaskier closer. Their faces are just a whisper apart, but they do not kiss right away. They linger in each other’s gaze, seeing more than anyone has ever been allowed.

Geralt leans in, his heart racing, and he is nervous, as if this is their first time embracing. A gentle mouth presses against his own, the scent of honey filling his nose. Jaskier is a warm sunrise, a field of swaying wildflowers, and Geralt falls easily.

Tongues begin to search, tangle, as Geralt hugs Jaskier around the waist while Jaskier’s arms are thrown about his shoulders. They could stay this way forever and Geralt would be content. It’s Jaskier who breaks the kiss first, trailing his mouth along Geralt’s jaw before he presses a chaste kiss underneath Geralt’s ear. There is a rumble in Geralt’s chest and he tilts his head to the side, allowing Jaskier access to his neck.

Geralt barely holds himself up as Jaskier nips and sucks along his pulse point, teeth grazing along the skin. He is sure there is a prominent bruise when Jaskier’s fingers dance along a certain spot, pride coursing through Geralt’s body.

He is Jaskier’s and Jaskier is his.

They crash their mouths together again, Jaskier’s hands trailing down Geralt’s chest and to the hem of his shirt. When Jaskier tugs, Geralt rids himself of the clothing easily and doesn’t shrink under Jaskier’s stare.

Geralt keens when Jaskier kisses along his collarbone, practiced fingers rub and pinch his nipples. A stuttered gasp leaves him as Jaskier’s free hand takes hold of his ass, holding them close so there is no space at all between them.

Their clothed cocks grind together, moans and gasps mixing in the room. Suddenly, Jaskier has too much on and Geralt works on ridding Jaskier of his clothes. He is careful with taking each article off, his mind wandering into how expensive it all must be, but when Jaskier’s chest is bare, Geralt is back to their love making.

He falls to his knees, quickly unlaces Jaskier’s breeches and pulls them down to his knees, freeing his cock from its confines. Running his hands up Jaskier’s thighs, Geralt kisses at the base of Jaskier’s cock, his tongue poking out just a little. The moan he receives is music and Geralt wants to hear more. He licks up the length of Jaskier’s cock, teases at the tip before he takes Jaskier into his mouth.

“Fuck, Geralt,” Jaskier cries, his hands tangling in Geralt’s hair.

He tugs just enough to send the pleasure shooting to Geralt’s cock, but he can ignore his own needs for now. Jaskier is beautiful, caving in above him, body shaking as Geralt swallows him down. Seeing Jaskier come apart, there is no better sight and Geralt continues to take Jaskier until his nose is pressed against wiry hair, the tightness in his throat creating a haze in his mind.

“Darling, I might not last if you keep doing this,” Jaskier gasps, his hips wiggling against the hold Geralt has on them.

Slow to drag Jaskier out, Geralt lets the head sit in his mouth and he meets Jaskier’s heavy gaze. To be on his knees for Jaskier is the greatest gift of all, but there’s so much more that awaits them.

With a final lick to Jaskier’s cock, Geralt gets to his feet, helps Jaskier out of his breeches before Jaskier is attacking his own trousers. He tears them off and then leads Geralt to the bed, pushing him down with a magnificent ferocity. Geralt can only watch as Jaskier crawls on top of him, the look in his eyes almost terrifying, as if he intends to swallow Geralt whole. Sitting up, Geralt meets Jaskier in a heated kiss and then finds a bottle of oil being thrust into his hands.

With a nod from Jaskier, Geralt coats his fingers, teasing Jaskier as his slick fingers trace along Jaskier’s entrance.

“Please,” Jaskier begs, his hands gripping tight to Geralt’s shoulders. “I need you, Geralt.”

Geralt is weak to Jaskier’s pleas and he pushes a finger in, a sigh leaving him as Jaskier moans. Jaskier tries to push down, but Geralt holds him by his hip, a warning glance before he presses in further. Understanding the instructions, Jaskier doesn’t push against Geralt’s fingers and allows Geralt to stretch him as he wants.

It’s a slow pace, intentional, as Geralt adds his fingers at a snail’s pace. Jaskier’s head lolls about, moans and desperate begging falling from that lovely mouth and Geralt wants nothing more than to shove himself into Jaskier.

However, this sight is hard to leave and Geralt finally shoves three fingers in sharply, groaning as Jaskier throws his head back with a shout.

“Geralt, Geralt, I can’t wait anymore,” Jaskier sobs, rutting his cock against Geralt’s.

With a kiss to Jaskier’s cheek, Geralt then slicks up his cock and guides Jaskier down onto it. The two can’t help their moans, Jaskier’s impatience taking over as he shoves himself to the hilt.

Geralt curses, squeezing his balls to keep himself from coming so soon and he thinks he’ll last until Jaskier begins to move on his cock.

With the last of his resolve crumbling, Geralt holds Jaskier close to him, burying his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck. Nimble fingers tangle into his hair and whispered words of endearment come with every thrust and shove.

“Gods above,” Jaskier moans as he and Geralt move together. “You are perfect, you are everything, Geralt.”

Right now, Geralt can believe every word that falls out of Jaskier’s mouth. He flips them so Jaskier’s back in on the bed, legs wrapped tight around Geralt’s waist. Geralt tangles their hands together, lets his hair drape around their faces, as if it is a curtain to keep the darkness at bay.

“Jaskier,” Geralt chokes out as their sex becomes more heated, needy. “Fuck, I need all of you, my love.”

Jaskier’s eyes widen, his mouth falls open and it’s then Jaskier comes with a stuttered gasp, white stripes coating his stomach and chest. His back arches off the bed, his hole clenches around Geralt’s cock and Geralt is succumbing to his own orgasm, his moan buried in the passionate kiss he lays on Jaskier’s mouth.

They stay latched together, unwilling to break their embrace. When they finally do part, they clean each other off with tender touches, soft kisses, before they settle onto the bed.

Jaskier rests his head on Geralt’s chest as Geralt throws an arm around Jaskier’s shoulders, a kiss pressed to Jaskier’s forehead to remember all that has happened. Geralt’s stomach twists and his heart begins to ache.

This can’t be it. Geralt refuses to let it be. To imagine his days without Jaskier is a nightmare and he doesn’t want that to happen. Even if Jaskier says no, Geralt has to say it, has to say the one wish that sits heavily on his mind.

“Come with me,” Geralt says.

Jaskier’s head lifts and he stares at Geralt with furrowed brows. “What?”

“Come with me,” Geralt repeats, his voice a little louder this time.

His resolution is growing by the second and he hopes and prayers for the answer he wants to hear.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes!”

Jaskier’s laughter fills his ears and arms wrap tight around him as Geralt is practically lifted into a seated position. He doesn’t hold back his smile, burying his face in the crook of Jaskier’s neck. His heart is so full, but it’s then he feels the wetness on his face. Leaning back, Geralt is quick to wipe Jaskier’s tears away and he worries something is wrong.

“Thank you, Geralt,” Jaskier smiles through his tears, holding Geralt’s face in his hands.

Jaskier pulls him into a deep kiss and Geralt thinks of nothing beyond the man in his arms. How foolish of him to think it would end, that it could ever end. When their embrace ends, Jaskier stares at Geralt with an adoration like no else. Geralt’s heart soars, the darkness on his mind fades and he allows himself to feel something he has hidden for so long. Geralt feels utterly loved and he will climb mountains if it shows Jaskier what stirs within his own soul.

They are more than lovers, more than the world will take them to be, but they do not need to be understood.

Geralt and Jaskier have each other and they will burn bright for as long as the universe lets them.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #indigo's side shitposting #where the heck did 'ftw' come from anyway #can you imagine scientists finding this in like 100 years and trying to figure out wtf i'm trying to say

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wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s · 5 years

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#2 Pennywise x Reader NSFW

Warnings: smut, sex in front of third person, slight swearing, calling him daddy (not a full kink)

18+ please no minors

That was your favorite time of day, when you just came home from work, changed into your home top and skirt and walked toward kitchen to have a snack. But you only thought that you could have it, you almost entered the kitchen when your feet lost connection with the ground and the next moment you were squeezed and pinned tightly to the wall. "Oh Penny... missed me?" you smiled and damn who could doubt that any snack was nothing in comparison with what happened. "Well, more than you think, pet" he wrinkled his cute nose mischievously before putting you back down on the floor and towered over you to satisfy your height kink 'cause how damn hard he loved to watch you getting weak at the knees and all stirred up. He let his fingers running from your hips to your breasts barely touching you and you found his left hand crawling to your neck and clutching around it. Your body responded immediately with unbearable heat between your legs, and he scented you oozing. 'More than you think" he repeated himself and captured your lips with his. You almost cried out at that impetuous kiss but lowered your hands subtly and stuck your thumbs under elastic of your panties and pulled it down. Your small piece of cloth fell down to your ankles and you felt that Pennywise stopped kissing you but kept your lips connected. "I see everything" he mumbled against your mouth "So impatient", "It got too soaked, I should to.." you mumbled back placing your hand onto his one that was holding your neck and rubbed his knuckles sweetly. He pressed you into hard surface of wall with his weight, pushed his thumb to your jawline and turned your head to the side to lunge his ruby lips at your neck making you into a panting mess. But it all went slightly differently with a loud knock on the door that both of you hadn't heard at first. "Grr.. screw them! maybe?" Pennywise whispered in your ear and pressed into you harder trying to smother what remained of your conscience, but the next knock was louder. "Oh, love! I bet that's Papa Pen came to pay a visit to us! And from the insistence, he needs to vent" you put your arm around his neck and slithered your free hand into his fluffy orange locks, "We should let him in, I doubt he's gonna stay too long" you twirled his hair and he looked at you frowningly. Man, what a pouty thing! You couldn't help but had a hint of a smile despite your own frustration when he walked towards the door never taking his grumpy eyes off you and sound of bells completed each his expressly heavy step.

You stood beside the large armchair Pennywise was sitting in resting your elbow on its back. He was trying to talk to Papa, who sat in front of him, but couldn't stay focused because of your closeness especially since he saw your bare thigh out of the corner of his eye. He was making an effort not to stare at you when Papa's sudden call disturbed him "Boy! Boy! Hello? Are you listening to me?". "Aww shit" Penny shook his head guiltily but hurried to nod and glanced at him, just to realize that in general that was a random question, Papa just wanted to rant even not waiting for any feedback. Your cheered up monster slid to the edge of armchair seat to half-turn to you. "Oh, you come here now" he grabbed your arm in a flash, pulled you to step in front of him and tugged causing you to plop onto his lap. You instantly felt him hungrily nuzzling your neck behind an ear and rubbing your thigh with his hand, "So now it's much easier to listen" his voice sounded rather absentminded as he said that more to himself, but Papa didn't pay too much attention to it keeping droning on. Meanwhile, Pennywise made a small whimper as he hooked your thighs with his hands, opened them and got you straddle his lap with your back facing him, placed your legs over his long ones and then he slowly spread his knees making you open wider. "Oh yes, like that..." he gasped and you loved how hard his hot exhale turned you on. You knew that he remembered very well how you had gotten rid of your panties before Papa's coming and this tiny detail clearly drove him unstoppable. His soft gloved hand trailed back and force along your right thigh, then stopped at inner side of it under your skirt and started to stroke it in small circles with tips of his fingers while the other hand slid under your arm to cup your breast. Your sigh was absolutely inaudible but Penny sensed it and pressed his lips to your exposed shoulder blade giving you a good drooly hickey and it made your head spin, you were dying of desire and squirmed unwittingly, craving more.

What you felt next was your slick juices literally dripping on the floor. "Mmmhm my little princess got so needy" his fingers grazed your swollen clit on purpose making you shiver, "You love it when Pennywise has you so horny, I know you do" he hummed into your neck tucking the edge of your skirt under its waistband to get better access. He grazed your clit once more and another drops of your juices exuded, you both got so carried away and didn't quickly notice Papa Pen staring at you. Just for a second you were a little confused but right after that you got in the naughty mood and leaned your back against your lover laying your head on his shoulder snuggling into his ruffles. "Uh-oh" you mewled biting your lip and Penny's hand fondled your pussy squeezing your clit between his index and middle fingers sliding them up and down. You could fucking swear he cackled softly approving your sass. "I.. I.. I, of course I understand you missed each other and.." Papa started jabbering but you broke him off "Oh yes" you whispered still laying on Pennywise and cupped his cheek lightly drawing him towards you "I've been waiting for my Daddy.. all this.. fucking long day", and he touched your lips with his in a loud desperate moan as moves of his fingers got more intensive "And Daddy can't wait anymore", he reached down between your bodies lowering band of his pants enough to take out his dick, large, looking almost like human one, but marbled red and white with a bright red tip. You closed your eyes with a deep groan of pleasure as that flexible part of him started to rub itself between your opened slippery wet lips stroking them from each side like it was a long thick tongue. "Do you like this, little one? Do you like Pennywise pleasuring you?" he cooed hoarsely in your ear peeling up your thin top to grab your bare breasts grazing your firm nipples with his palms. "Fuck yes" you melted with sensations when his claws gently pierced into your chest, "Tell me, princess" he growled and you both seemed not paying attention to messed up Papa Pen. "Oh yes, Daddy, I love how sweet you stroke my aching pussy... Oh yes... Please, I want more..." you pressed your cheek to his pale neck panting hard, covered his hand with yours and pushed his claws more into your flesh leaving five tiny holes. Your giant clown snarled dragging you into a rough but loving kiss and wrapped his arms around your thighs to lift you like you weighed nothing resting his elbows on armpits of chair. "As my little princess wishes" he nibbled at your earlobe as his taut swollen dick slipped into you, "Fuck yes" you hissed through your clenched teeth. Yes, you two pretended that you didn't pay much attention to your guest, but apparently he had a problem and it turned you on even more.

Finally you peeked at how Papa moved his hand down diffidently and lightly brushed his fingers over his evident bulge with a jerky gulp. He couldn't take his eyes off your lewd action and he couldn't stop already, and the next moment hidden buttons on the front of his costume were undone. He opened the sides apart and pulled the bottom part down to free himself, and his painfully hard meaty cock immediately sprang out and slapped against his chubby lower abdomen causing him to sigh with relief. "Mhm.. C'mon, stroke it, Papa, jerk it off" you gasped relishing his uncontrollable arousal while Penny was giving you lingering deep slow thrusts. Your legs were dangling over his ones not reaching any supporting surface, and you bent your knees a bit more so you succeeded in putting your tiptoes on the edge of armchair. What a rush it was, to be able riding him, you arched your back to get a perfect angle defiantly looking at Papa. Pennywise didn't seem to mind giving you a little time to be kinda in charge, his growl coming from the gut sounded more than favorable and so sexed up. You rested the back of your neck on his shoulder and went a bit faster making him let out a husky moan, you enjoyed how swollen he was inside you and that girth filled you up completely. "Mmmhmm... so wet.. so tight.." he hummed in a low voice "You like taking my dick, don't you" he whispered caressing your right thigh with his palm, "Oh yes... yes... like that..." you were out of breath and groaned pressing your parted lips to the side of his jawline where you could physically feel his deep low roars. Your own sloshing fast thrusts were accompanied by not less obscene sounds from Papa Pen, with a lot of precum he was furiously sliding his fist up and down his shaft with loud slaps at the base of his dick never taking his eyes from the spot between your legs. All that brought you to overdose of lust making your insteps trembling and you knew you were going straight to the finish, "Penny.. oh Penny.." you whined and run your hand down seeking for soon release. "C'mon, pet, cum for me.. I know you're close" your monster's sensual murmur prodded you to finger you clit and literally two strokes were enough and you almost blacked out as you came so sharp feeling one wave of pleasure after another still putting yourself on his stiff dick and moaning his name. "Ooohhh damn" Papa's shaky grunt echoed along with his hard slaps and he shot his load all over his tummy when Pennywise clutched your hips and raised a speed to the limit and finally he spilled his thick cum in you with a deep satisfied groan...

You all spent a few more minutes getting your breath back after such intense sensations, Penny's cock was still in you as you got limp on him. Papa cleared his throat and broke the silence first "Khm... I.. I seem to be up late... but.. but can't say I regret it!" he stuttered picking some cloth out of his pocket and tried to do something about the mess he'd made on himself. Penny chuckled huskily adjusting your skirt and top and then he caressed your cheek pulling you into tender kiss slowly fondling your tongue with his while Papa was bringing his costume to its original condition. As he got buttoned up, he rose from the chair, nodded a little and made his way to the door. Your clown kissed your temple "Let's go to walk him out, love", he gently slipped out of you, all covered in your mixed juices, revealing a huge wet spot on his pants, he definitely loved that evidence of your hot fuck and just tucked himself in, then you both stood up and followed Papa. As you walked a few steps a lot of sperm leaked out of you making long trails along your inner thighs, your legs were still weak and suddenly gave way under you but Penny caught you by grabbing your waist and held you tight. Papa glanced at that and noted pretty soaked pants with a ribald smirk "Oh, that's my boy" he sang clapping your boyfriend's shoulder proudly, "I'm going home and you, you carry her to the bed now and take the best care of her, babygirl is tired! See you again some evening" he winked stepping out. As soon as the door closed he heard a thud against the other side of it and an eager moan. "«I missed my Daddy», part two" he declaimed to himself like compere and cackled.

#pennywise #daddywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise imagine #pennywise fanfiction #papawise #it 2017 #it 1990 #clownfuckers #some mistakes maybe #but I still can't get enough of this plot #I'm not so good in describing though

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ikonislife · 5 years

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Complicated.

-Yunhyeong x female reader

-friends to lovers? mentioned of sex, slightly nsfw

“You know, I’ve never really understood your no one-night-stand policy.” The spoon full of soup you had just inhaled through the wrong pipe spoke to the incredulous, not to mention shocking nature of the question that had just left your best friend’s lips.

“What’s so hard to understand about it?” Nearly coughing your lungs out, you finally found enough strength to gasp out a few words, no thanks to Yunhyeong’s aggressive patting on your back.

“Well, what if you’re like unbearably frustrated, then what?” The wide doe eyes, the seemingly innocent tone of his words made you questioned his very existent. How could someone, who had just asked for the reason why you weren’t opening up your legs at every opportunity, be so innocent that the thought of masturbation evaded his mind. Unless, he was chasing a very specific answer... That thought popped up in your mind for the single split second and so did hope. But this was Yunhyeong you were dealing with, he probably meant nothing by his words.

“Well how did you get rid of all your boners when you were a mere socially awkward teenage boy, and not this “charming prince” I’ve heard so much about.” Disgust slowly engulfing your face, earning you few more harsh pat, though you suspected these weren’t to help the small coughs still falling from your bruised lungs. “Well, beside having those nasty wet dreams about me, of course.”

“I did not have nasty wet dreams about you, get off your high horse.” The high pitch scoff falling from his lips and those wary glances, the exact opposite of the words being spoken. And that strange chuckle, the way he was trying to move past the fact that he had unashamedly stared at you that one summer when when the heaven decided to blessed you with clear skin and slightly more curves than the plank of a body your 14 years old self had... All of it raised even more questions in your heart than his strange question. Though you said nothing, playing along just to see where this conversation would lead your friendship to.

“Not according to Jinhwan that one summer at camp!”

“I hate that dipshit...Bet you didn’t even have to force it out of him” Yunhyeong muttered darkly, seemingly cursing his best friend to the depth of hell in his mind.

“You know it! That boy is weak for me, don’t know why you’re still telling him secrets.” Your sudden reminder of just how big of a crush Jinhwan had on you in high school and college somehow stealing all the colors off of Yunhyeong’s skin. A nervous chuckle ripped from his lips as his gaze began dancing about the room. You caught on, far sooner than the cough he heaved to rid himself of whatever that was that had possessed him during those few seconds. Again, you won’t utter a word until you were completely sure what he was playing at.

“Well, you still didn’t answer my question.”

“Why are you all TMI with me all of the sudden. Why are you all of the sudden curious about my kitty?” You’ve learn your lesson, his shenanigans won’t be having you snorting soup twice in the same hour. Pushing your bowl away, let you tempted to sip another spoon, you turned the question back on him, wholeheartedly curious just of what he was fishing for. But it was slowly becoming clear that perhaps your dear best friend might have a problem he somehow concluded only you can fix.

“When are we not TMI... And please, don’t refer to it as kitty again. I call my pet cat that and I don’t wanna be thinking of your...”

“My... litty kitty? vagina? pussy?” You jest, taking a moment to finish your food before the stammering man could say anything else to put you off of your meal.

“Are you on crack?!” It was his turn to spray your entire dining table with the monstrosity he called a bite. The look on his face, you wouldn’t say he was mortified nor disgusted but rather regrets of heading down a path in which he himself know not the destination. So he definitely had no idea himself where or if you would’ve entertained this conversation, good to know.

“No, you asked about my coital business, putting the p in my v, I’m just giving the audience what they want!”

“No, I changed my mind, let’s go back to kitty.” Dutifully cleaning after himself, Yunhyeong mused as he wiped up your dining table.

“Oh, come on. If you want to talk about my vagina and its business, at least have a the ball to call it what it is! It’s not that easily offended, you know.” Sighing, you loan a hand in cleaning up only for the man to swat it away, citing he could clean a few dishes himself. Honestly, if he wasn’t so dense to your feelings, you might just marry him one day. When was the last time you met someone like Yunhyeong, you weren’t too sure. One thing you were sure of was that none of your useless exes were even a corner of the man Song Yunhyeong was. He’s charming and it was honestly quite endearing the way he hadn’t realized himself just how much damage he could do to a girl’s heart. Wasn’t till you had let on just how big of a crush your cheerleader best friend had on him that he finally began to explore this new side of himself. The man is handsome, there was no arguing there but he was so much more than that. Beautiful soul, and wonderful personality to match the attractiveness of his smile, and alluring voice. He was always just your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. You hadn’t really seen him as anything else but as time changed, heart grown, and people matured, there was always something more in the hugs he had given you despite them being the same as the one you hated with all your guts at 6 years old. Then came college and their little duo of Yunhyeong and Jinhwan suddenly expanded into 7 crackheads going through life together, wrecking hearts and intimate parts, building quite a reputation for themselves. The parties came and gone, same too were the girls and the restless late nights, all that remained in his life was their unbreakable friendships... And you. You’ve always looked at him the same way you had but now that your heart was capable of feeling love and pussy capable of telling a dickhead from a true man... One second he was just Yoyo and the next, you were so far gone, you hadn’t even a single course of action for this feeling festering. So you did what you do best, let it simmered and stewed in your heart, not a single word to the man you still called best friend despite wanting so much more.

“Fine, call your vagina whatever you want... just not kitty... Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just, whenever you say it, I just imagine you have a vicious lioness in between your legs that’s gonna bite my dick off if I’m mean to you or something.” He muttered darkly and for whatever reason, you were given the impression that Song Yunhyeong actually believed you have a real lion in between your legs, sharp teeth, pointy claws and all.

“Excuse me, but my pussy is a proud lioness and I will viciously attack you in her honor if you dare offend her.” You weren’t joking and he knew full well, wincing as he shut off the water, muttering something under his breath that sounding awful lot like “girls are so scary”, before joining you on the couch. “Plus, what kind of porn you boys be watching these days anyways. now I’m just imagining a porn actress with a CGI lion instead of a vagina.”

“Can’t speak for the other boys but, I definitely have not and will not want to see anything like that. Nightmares.” You couldn’t help but cowered when Yunhyeong let his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Though you knew he was just pushing and tugging at you to make himself a comfortable spot to lay down, it seemed all the more damning to your soul with the conversation at hand. “Anyways, you haven’t answer my question.”

“What else do you want to know? I just use my hands, toys, and whatever else that get the job done!”

“Toys, huh? So, just not a real dick?” He deadpanned and honestly, how was this man was the same person once refused with all his life to swim in the same pool as you, simply because you had graduated from frumpy one piece to wearing bikini.

“Are you offering?”

“Maybe if you start being nice to me!” A wink teasing a blush onto your cheeks, you worked quick to shove him off before he could catch on to your erratic heart.

“Never mind, being nice to you is no fun.” You slapped his chest but feeling the steady beats of his heart under your palm only fueled further the storm in your heart.

“But for real though, what’s the harm in sleeping with people just for pleasure?”

“There’s nothing wrong nor harmful about it. I applaud women who literally live for themselves and couldn’t care less about what people say and get what they want in life. But I just, I know myself and I know I catch feelings. I just don’t think it’s fair for anyone to be subjected to my delusional heart when all they looked for was sex. It’d be great if I could just for that moment, push aside all emotions and feelings and give into those primal urges, but I’m too scare that I can’t. Plus, there’s something about sex when you’re in love that I, I don’t know, addicted to.” You hoped with all your heart he’d just give up, of not putting you through the long winded road that had lead you to be this hopeless romance.

“What do you mean?”

“You wouldn’t understand even if I explain it for the millionth time. You just have to experience it... You have experienced it, right?” The way his eyes grown three times its size, the innocent curiosity teetering at his lips with all the questions his heart could ever dream of asking... It made you wonder if Yunhyeong had ever experienced true love.

“I- I don’t know.” He stammered and your heart shattered.

“But, you’ve had girlfriends and... What about your first time?” You curled up in your seat, leaning forward with all the anticipation, and a curiosity that mirrored his, perhaps even more.

“Just because I’ve had girlfriends, it doesn’t mean I’ve experienced love or this complicated emotion you’re describing. And my first time? It was a drunken one night stand in the frat house.” As nonchalant as ever with his sexual conquest, honestly you weren’t so surprise that his was neither planned, nor painfully awkward as yours was. It was admirable the way he went about things, getting what he wanted without really ever letting frilly matters of the heart getting in the way.

“Oh. I see.”

“I mean, don’t pity me or anything. I had fun and I guess that just mean I’ll get to experience something super special in the future.” He noted the way the corners of your lips dipping slightly into the tiniest frown and suddenly his heart too, ached. “I guess you could say I’m still waiting for someone special.”

“I not, I swear! I don’t mean to be condescending about it. I’m sorry if it came off that way. I just, thought that you’d have experienced it with at least one of your girlfriends.” Silent gently blanketing over your small living room. You let your eyes glued to the nonsense blasting on the TV screen and he too, though much less focus.

“Uhm, I can’t promise to understand but can you still explain it anyways...” A sheepish grin on his lips, Yunhyeong got his fingers scratching the daylight out of his poor scalp, eyes flickering between yours and his tapping foot. Suddenly the suave lady-man disappeared, leaving behind the sweet boy that had tormented you with his care through your entire high school career.

“Well, when you’re in love with someone, you’ll always see them as the best thing in this world even when the days had been rough and life hadn’t been kind. They’ll always see the best version of you even if you were going through the worst day of your life. So, needless to say, the same principle applied to sex.”

Your explanation got Yunhyeong at the edge of his seat, blindly reaching for the remote to turn down the TV as he got his eyes glued on you. The way he was staring, it made you wondered if he was mentally jotting all these down as if you were giving a crash course on love.

“Even with something as silly as body hair, if someone truly love you, they wouldn’t let something as trivial as a little hair getting in the way of enjoyment. Or if out of stress, out of exhaustion, you happened to under-perform, they wouldn’t care because there were and will be countless times when everything is great. Things you’d think as embarrassing, things that you would think twice about telling just anyone, that person would just see it as curiosity, as exploration. My point is, without having to worry about superficials, you’ll enjoy sex for what it is, fully and truly, transcending just a physical act but emotionally and spiritually.”

“I see...” You could hear the cogs in his brain churning, teeth chewing his soft lips raw.

“With sex, you can’t just phone up someone and ask them-” The realization of just whom you were talking about hitting you squarely in the chest like a freight train against a tiny, unsuspecting bunny. “Well, actually no, you probably could just phone up some girl and she’d be more than happy to oblige.”

“I’m not that popular, you know.” He drawn out a heavy breath with a small jab to your side, earning himself a sharp gasp of a laugh from your lungs.

“Okay, but still, I’m sure if no one else would, Jinhwan would suck your dick.” Your little jab earned yet another sharp glare from the man, on the edge of just mauling you himself. “For me, just thinking about calling someone up to ask for a no string attach, one night stand already is mortifying enough. Then there’s also the issue of who can I call, will they laugh in my face, would they take advantage of the situation. There’s so many issue that honestly, i’d be put off long before actually going through with it.”

“I honestly, I’ve never really thought about sex in that way. It always was just a way to release my frustration, something I enjoy.”

“And nothing wrong with that, I’m just too complicated for my own good. Hell, even if I somehow managed to score myself a fuck buddy, it’ll always be quid pro quo. I love the moments after when you’re just laying there cuddling, trying to catch your breath, sticky and sweaty. Limbs entangled, trying to figure out if you should just clean up or try your best to tetris yourself around the cum stained spots and fall asleep. Then the morning after, stinky breath and bedhead, remnant of an entire night of fun crusted yet you feel content. I want all of that and unless it’s with someone I love, I’d be way too self conscious to let go and enjoy myself.”

As the last syllable leaving your lips to join the softening atmosphere, warming with feelings, Yunhyeong sat in silent and you let him be for what you had just unloaded, probably too heavy for a random Sunday afternoon. Perhaps needing time to absorb, perhaps any second now he’d burst out laughing at your outdated ideology, Yunhyeong hadn’t let on a single emotion since your words melted into the world. Whatever will come, at the very least you got to let your heart sing in front of the man who it truly belonged to even if he doesn’t know it. For now you’d just bask in the comforting, content quietness, rarely the case whenever you and him were bound in one room. It was strange, how light you felt despite not anywhere nearing to confessing your feeling, not even a hint for the oblivious man to hang onto. Perhaps for now this was enough, to let him know the kind of person you are, your true emotions and state of mind.

“Would it be strange if after all that, all I can think about is you?”

“Woah, slow your roll... What does that mean?” Nothing could ever hope to prepare you for this moment when Song Yunhyeong confessed he thought of you when he thought of emotionally complicated sex.

“I- I’m not sure but, i keep thinking about it. Holding hands, lazy morning in bed, sweaty and exhausted yet content and happy, cleaning each other up, showering that may or may not lead to more... All of that, all I can see is you.” The warmth behind his beautiful eyes screamed sincerity, yet you couldn’t help but let a bit of doubt lingering in your heart, stopping you from devouring the man this very second.

“Are you just saying that because I like poured my heart out to you?” You questioned, half hoping he’d say no, yet you won’t succumb to hope just yet.

“No, no, not at all. Come on, Y/n, I’m not that emotionally inept that I fall for someone just because of a speech.” He pinched your cheeks and truthfully you were glad for it hid the blush heating up your skin. “I mean, like when I think of those things, I see me, of course. But it’s not with just anyone, or a faceless person... I see you, just peacefully snoozing in my arms. I see your fucked out expression but also that smile you only sport when you’re extremely happy. And, perhaps that also explained why I’ve been feeling strange when you’re around.” He had your heart in his hand and with each second ticking by, with the closing distant between your body, you were just a bit closer to passing out from the immense happiness warming your soul.

“Are you, do you like me?!”

“I- I think so. I don’t know how else to explain how incredibly happy these thoughts are making me. And no! before you can go ruining it, it’s not cause I pictured you naked.” He got both hands on your cheeks, shaking your head slightly with a fake scowl on his lips.

“I wasn’t going to say anything...” You muffled out through your pursed lips, wishing he’d just end your pain already and kiss you.

“I know how your brain work, lady. You can’t fool me.”

“Touche... So, what does that make us?”

“I guess, I need to know where I stand in your life... Do you, does it make things weird for you now that I have these feelings?” He was cautious, oh so cautious because it wasn’t just getting turn down by a snooty rich girl. It was getting turn down by you, his best friend and perhaps the person his heart had been beating so erratically for.

“Uhm, that, that might take awhile. I have about 5 years worth of feeling to catch you up on.” Eyes falling onto your laps, heart nearly leaping out of your chest, you couldn’t bear saying those words with Yunhyeong watching so closely.

“Fi- Five years?! God, Y/n, were you ever going to tell me how you feel?” His shriek of surprise nearly sending you tumbling onto the ground had it not been for the hands holding your shoulders.

“No, honestly. I’m sappy and all that but I’m just a chicken... If there’s even a 1% chance you’ll say no, I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life.”

“I- So if i hadn’t start this weird conversation, you would’ve never told me...”

“Pretty much...”

“You’re right, we have a lot to talk about.” A heavy sigh falling from his lips. To think all these years he had been bragging, smug about the girls he had slept with and the parties he had conquered. Knowing you’ve been listening, eating up all his words even when it was damaging to your heart...“And about what’s going to happen now... Well, I definitely do not want to rush into anything... You’re too precious for me to just fuck things up because I’m impatient.” As much as he’d like to whisk you off your feet and maybe finally experienced this new world of physical love, there were still too many things unsaid.

“I’m precious?!” You gasped with a bright smile on your lips, and as adorable as that was, it was becoming very distracting for his brain to properly function.

“Focus, woman!”

“Right, sorry...”

“But at the same time, I don’t want to drag things out for so long that it jeopardize our feelings. So how about we just take things slow, go on a couple dates and just see how it plays out?” He proposed an offer that you could never turn down.

“I’d like that.” And though neither of you yet brave enough to let a kiss bloom, Yunhyeong had finally worked up enough courage to pull you into his arms. He held you for what felt like an eternity, feeling the fluttering of butterfly in his stomach, in his heart, and in his soul. It was so strange, the nervousness, the anticipation, it wasn’t anything new, anything he hadn’t experienced before. Yet this very second, it felt as though the world ceased to exist and it was just you and him, sharing body heat and soft words, stories of the past, and plans for the future. Yunhyeong wondered if this was what you meant because if everything you had said was true, he couldn’t wait for the day when kisses won’t be a rare occurrent and he’ll be able to love, worship you in every way he can.

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Touch Me, Have Me, Make Me Yours (2/2)

AO3 Version

Relationship: Aaravos/Reader

Rating: Explicit

First Chapter | Second Chapter

Summary: It’s been many months since you found the mirror and learn its secrets, learned about the imprisoned elf who calls himself Aaravos. In those months you’ve befriended him, grown close to him in ways you can’t much label, and now you awake on the other side of the mirror through magic you can’t understand–and Aaravos craves your touch.

For someone so attuned to magic, Aaravos is surprisingly strong. Well, surprisingly against anyone who is able to pluck you off your feet without so much as a noise of struggle, which are few in number and fewer still like him. He carries you with all the careless ease as a parent carries a child, or perhaps more accurately as one might carry a pet–with one arm beneath your shoulder blades and the other behind your knees. He holds you against his chest, grip firm and unwavering as he carries you over to the small bed from where you originally awoke from.

“Forgive any lack of decoration or flourish,” Aaravos says in honey-sweet apology, though it comes more from obligation than any sense of shame. “This room was not designed to entertain more than one specific guest.”

You don’t need to push for clarification, so instead you merely let him move you, lay you down over the plush mattress and press his hands over your body in one fluid motion as he stands back up to his full height. He starts to undress without pause, and such a simple motion as him shedding his cloak looks graceful and measured.

“If you’ve only been here for…however long it’s been,” you try to sound casual, sitting up so you can watch as he slowly, carefully gathers his cloak in his arms and lays it over the headboard. “Then how long has it been since you last…..”

There is absolutely no way to make that sound casual.

Still, you try your best not to avert your eyes when they meet Aaravos’ own, his expression unreadable before he quickly turns away from you, shedding his vest. The air in the room shifts, but you don’t have the time nor the emotional prowess to read it accurately. For a moment you feel fear that you’ve crossed a line, a boundary of personal discomfort, so you hurriedly drop your gaze and look down instead to your own still-clothed body.

Ah, you’d been staring at him with such focus that you’ve forgotten to get yourself undressed.

It seems a good way to shift your attention without feeling awkward (though you manage to feel that way regardless); your fingers find the buttons of your simple shirt, undoing one after another with a nervous little shake to each little movement.

You’ve not even touched the third button before a pair of hands suddenly grab your wrists and stop them, leaving you staring dumbly as star-speckled fingers keep your hands still from your rush to undress.

“No,” comes the simple, yet powerful word. “That’s for me to do.”

Aaravos doesn’t give you room nor time to reply any particular way as his body suddenly moves over you. Clad in but loose pants, he straddles your hips and pins you down, surprising you enough in the moment that you’re lost for words until his mouth is at your throat.

All you can go is gasp out in short bursts of air, half-words that don’t have any meaning than for their sound alone from your quivering lips. Sharp teeth and careful lips press to your skin in half-hearted bites that only remind you how hard he could mark you with but a fancy or strike of want, all of which he’s already admitted to having.

He’s deft with his fingers, undoing all the buttons of your top in barely a few seconds before gently urging your arms up so he can tug it free from your upper body. Despite all the squirming, you can’t register a moment that you don’t feel his lips on your throat, seeking out the most sensitive spots and toying the tip of his tongue against them. The same tongue and teeth and lips that can form such beautiful words seem to have much the same talent in pleasure, your body blooming with heat for anything he so much as cared to do with you.

“Aaravos,” you moan, his name broken and weak on your lips. “Please.”

It’s a simple word, but it feels as heavy as iron over the two of you, weighed down with want and need for so much more than just his mouth on your neck–though it’s proven to be a talent in itself for how worked up it’s already made you.

“So impatient,” the man murmurs, voice rumbling softly against your throat. “And here I worried for a moment that I was moving too quickly in my own feverish desire.”

The amusement fills his words softly, and his chuckle sounds even sweeter. It’s only then that you remember yourself and his situation, the irony coming down on you so hard that your face blooms with raging heat.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I’m not angry,” Aaravos cuts off your apology as he lifts his face from your throat. His hair falls from where it had been temporarily pulled behind his ears, falling around your face like a curtain of silvery silk. “You have not endured the same as I have, to be so distant from another person. To long for so much as a person’s voice or their simple company.”

Golden eyes shut slowly with a sigh, a gathering of thoughts physically showcased only by the soft glimmer of the marks scattered across the elf’s cheeks. For whatever it’s supposed to represent on him, you can’t ignore that to you, it looks akin to a blush.

You reach your hands up without thinking and hold Aaravos’ face between them, so your thumbs can trace over those glittering marks on his skin. For some reason you expect them to feel different on his skin, but there’s no texture or difference in anything–they are simply part of his flesh, yet somehow alive and glittering like the stars of the midnight sky.

The man’s eyes shoot open the moment your touch is upon him, wide and surprised in so much more than in the simple fact that you’re touching him.

No, it’s so much more than that.

They blink, those soulful eyes, and stare at you for what feels like forever.

Aaravos feels so warm as he lays over you, still straddling your hips and half-dressed, hair still a curtain around your face so that all your eyes can see is his expression; it’s soft and curious and awed in so many layers beyond what you can hope to read, emotions running deeper than you’ve ever seen in another person.

“I have not felt the touch of another person for so long,” he says at last, a whisper so soft and deep that you’d not hear it if you were any farther from him. “The warmth of skin against my own, the feeling of arms and hands and fingertips-”

Carefully, Aaravos brings one hand between you. He pulls one of your wrists from his face, but only so that he can press a kiss to your palm, and then to each of your fingertips.

“-I’ve craved the company of someone through sleepless nights and dreary days, someone I could touch and embrace in my arms if only once.”

His kisses grow gentler as he pulls your hand to his lips, to press one more on your inner-wrist. It’s as if he’s trying to worship the smallest detail, to commit it to memory through kisses alone.

All you can do is watch, bittersweetness tugging at your thoughts and mind–you can’t begin to understand what it feels like to be isolated like him, to be locked away without anything of the world beyond this room and it’s loneliness. To want just the company of another person, just the notion that they exist–it’s…horrible.

You take in a breath and feel steeled to the blossoming lust and compassion in your chest for the man above you, the man of midnight skies and starlit skin and silver-silk hair.

“I’m here now,” you say, hands reaching up and holding Aaravos’ face once more, cradling it with a love you’d almost feel ashamed for if the moment wasn’t already so saturated with emotion. “Touch me. Have me. Make me yours, Aaravos.”

The man watches you for a moment, expression unreadable again though only for a few breaths of time.

And then it shifts into a look of hunger.

“You’ve sealed away your fate,” he growls, voice going deep as the currents of a wondrous but powerful ocean. “You’ll have no hope to rid yourself of me now, silly human, when you’ve promised yourself to me like this.”

There had been a level of care in how Aaravos’ helped you remove your shirt, but there was no such gentleness for the rest of your clothes. He tears at what remains on your body, his hands making quick work while his mouth once more finds his mark of a passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take long before you’re stripped bare beneath him, mind swirling and thick with want.

“For someone who hasn’t been with another,” the words fall from your lips almost breathlessly. “-you seem plenty familiar with this sort of thing.”

You catch Aaravos’ wicked grin as he shifts his body to strip the last piece of clothing from himself, making sure the motion is slow and deliberate.

“I only said it has been long since I’ve had companionship; I never once said that I’m unfamiliar with the activity one has upon a bed.” A shift of his eyes, mischievous and sly. “Or the wall. Or the floor. Only the uncreative limit themselves to the passions that lovers can enjoy together.”

You’re not quite sure what to focus on in the moment.

There’s his words, of course, steeped in something strong and carnal–you can’t begin to filter through all of the context clues to what sorts of things a man like Aaravos has done before (the sorts of activities he’s familiar with), but you’re also quite distracted by the sight of his naked form as he straddles your hips once again, pants tossed and forgotten quickly enough in some vague direction from the bed.

He truly looks like a piece of the midnight sky. From his hands, feet and face, there’s a shift of color to his skin from light to dark, reminding you faintly of the color that lingers on the horizon in the short hours after the sun finally sets.

He’s covered in freckles of glittering stars–they shimmer as if alive, as if actual stars without any shift of light or movement of Aaravos’ body. Your eyes take in all of him at once but nothing at the same time–it’s overwhelming, honestly, because he’s kneeling over you, tall and proud and–

Oh.

Aroused. Also very aroused.

It’s amazing that there’s any shame left to fill your cheeks with heat by this point, but you otherwise can’t pull your gaze away from the stiff organ between his legs colored similarly to the rest of his body (which is to say there’s a white, starry speckling across its length). The shape is plenty familiar in that it’s obvious it’s a cock despite the difference in species, but it’s also much different than what you’re used to.

It’s tapered, for one, though long and thick enough to make your belly flip in shameless need for it inside you. How would such a shape even feel? Would it open you up easier, slide inside you without a need for careful preparation? The possibilities were enough to make your thoughts spin, body shifting beneath the man in unsettled heat.

“Are you intrigued by something?”

The familiar, mischievous voice from above yanks your eyes away, towards his face and confronting the realization that you’d been staring quite dumbfoundedly at his dick for at least a solid five seconds, if not longer.

All you can do is scrabble for words, though there’s no explanation that can hope to save you from the embarrassment.

“I just-” You can’t meet Aaravos’ eyes entirely. “-I uh, I’ve never. Seen. Or. Er.”

Perhaps it’s better just to not try to excuse yourself or your arousal, your growing want for the man to be between your legs and make you cry out his name over and over again in unbridled lust.

He laughs–the sound is heavenly to your ears–and he finally leans down over you again, one hand anchoring his weight beside your head as the fingers of the other hold your chin so that you have to look at him.

“There’s no shame in being curious,” he all but purrs, lips pulled into a smirk. “There’s as much to learn about my body as I’m eager to learn about yours, but for now let’s focus on you.”

You try to shake your head.

“But you deserve to-”

“No,” Aaravos says, stilling your words with the weight of his command, even as it’s nearly whispered. “Your time is limited. I have seen you countless times through the mirror, I have watched you work and move, heard you laugh and sing even, yes, even when before you realized I could see and hear you.”

The meaning in his words sends a soft, but wondrous shiver down your spine. The two of you had been talking for several months, though you’d been almost enraptured with the mirror for many weeks before you ever learned that it was more than a well-crafted showpiece.

Aaravos has more to say, it’s obvious in the air and you feel as if breathless in waiting for him to continue. The man moves himself gently, but deliberately between your legs. You wrap them almost instinctively around his waist, ankles locked behind the small of his back.

He feels warm against your skin as his hand moves from your chin, skimming fingertips down the front of your body and tracing shapes against your skin.

“I’ve yearned to touch you from the moment you first spoke to me.”

The words are so honest, they feel as though plucked straight from the elf’s heart like stars from the night sky. His fingers continue to trace careless shapes against your skin until it reaches your hip where he grabs you and pulls you closer, your hips pressing harder to his in a moment of naked intimacy and heat.

“I’ve yearned to feel you just like this, to know what you sound like when my lips are on your skin and my tongue tracing your pulse.”

His words sound delicate and soothing despite the fire they light in the pit of your stomach or the ache between your legs. You can’t hope to hide the arousal over your face–so you simply don’t. Your brows knit together and your hands reach up once more to Aaravos’ face so you can get his attention, even though you can’t find the words to plead for what you want–even though the very thing of your desire is pressing against you, hot and hard and throbbing in equal need.

“Oh,” he murmurs, as if captured by your eyes as they meet his. “So many things I want to do to you, my little human. For what time you have left with me for now, all I want is to feel you come completely undone around me.”

It takes a moment for your brain to filter his words, but by then you can feel that his hand has skimmed down farther between your bodies, dipping between your legs and pressing against your entrance. They’re cold and slick with something you don’t recall being on them but a moment before as he touched and caressed your skin.

“Don’t fear,” Aaravos coos before you even have the chance to feel worried. “It will help you relax.”

Whatever the substance is, you’re sure it’s magical in origin, slicking up your inner walls as one, then two digits carefully press inside you. Arousal and need come together in their own aggravation because you only want more, more of him inside you, opening you up and bringing you closer to climax.

“Aaravos,” is all you can plead out, hoping that your tone is enough to encourage him.

“Impatient,” is all the elf tuts, amusement in his tone once more. “It’s as if you’ve been wanting my touch for as long as I’ve wanted to touch you.”

You don’t correct him, and that only seems to make his resolve stronger, his fingers press deeper within you. Aaravos is not a man unfamiliar with the details of sex or pleasure, as he’s able to bring you close enough to the edge with his hand alone that you’re panting his name in broken gasps.

Your body feels as if on fire by this point, be it from his voice, his fingers, the aching press of his cock or some combination of it all–you need him now or else you’ll fall apart.

So you plead and beg and moan for him, the last threads of shame fallen from thought and care and replaced solely with the aching, gnawing desire to have his cock inside of you.

“Aaravos,” you beg, hips shifting, trying desperately to find more. “Have me.”

You don’t get an answer, or at least not a verbal one from your lover. You’re almost worried that he isn’t listening to you at this point, letting your words fly useless into the air when all you crave is his intimate attention–

When that’s exactly what you get. Thick fingers slide out of you moments before you feel sturdy hands press over your hips and pull them up and closer against his body. You can feel the aching heat of his cock against you, grinding and rubbing for only a few moments as Aaravos adjusts himself and then, with a single, powerful but earth-shattering motion, he thrusts inside of you.

There’s too much to process all at once.

Pleasure and satisfaction and heat and girth spreading your body open–there’s just so much that you can’t hope to do more than gasp and arch your back into the myriad of sensations.

“Oh,” you hear your lover growl. “Oh how sweet you feel around me, how wondrous and pure.”

There’s a filth to the words that spill from Aaravos’ mouth, a certain carnal filter that seems emphasized by his smooth tone and poetic vocabulary. He doesn’t hide his thoughts or pleasure from you as he starts a quick and ruthless pace.

Kisses and nips and everything in between find their place along your throat, jaw and lips, your name weaved between each and every one in what almost sounds like a deep, gravely prayer; the sound of it alone is able to bring you closer to the edge, like honey and adoration from a man who craves your attention and touch in ways you’ll never quite understand.

You want to enjoy the intimacy for as long as possible, to put the feeling of his arms around you and lips nipping at your jaw somewhere deep in your mind so that you’ll never forget. Oh, you want this moment to last for eternity, but there’s no such thing when climax comes far too swift, a heat building low in your stomach that becomes far too much to ignore.

“I want-” you say, trying desperately to communication a million words in one breath. “Aara-v-vos I’m–I’m getting close.”

You expect certain things from a lover when you’re in their arms, writhing in need beneath their form. You expect certain words and whispers, promises and languid motions of needy bodies seeking the apex of pleasure–but you don’t expect what Aaravos does at all.

One of his hands seek out yours, gripping tight into the thin sheets of the bed. You feel him press his palm to yours and thread your fingers together as best as one can in the heat of the moment. You feel his lips on the underside of your jaw and his hips rocking feverishly against yours, making the bed bump and squeak with a filthy rhythm into the otherwise empty room.

“Sing for me,” the man finally says, a needy whisper that seems to break through his composed, deep voice. “Sing your pleasure for me, let yourself go so I may hear every beautiful syllable.”

You can’t even think of disobeying such a loving command. Pleasure comes in thick, hot waves over your form, leaving you to writhe as if your body barely knows what to do with it. Legs tighten around Aaravos’ waist as your body clenches around him, milking his cock and spurring him into orgasm with a kiss-muffled moan of his mouth to your throat for a mark you’ll certainly tend to tomorrow.

Every moment, stretched and gooey and warm, is filled with your voice. With his soft demand echoing around your mind, it’s all you can do in simple obedience but to moan, to let out all the noises that come to your lips with the pleasure of his touch and love and everything.

His name makes up most of it.

Aaravos, oh Aaravos, you don’t have quite the lilt to your words or tone, the honey-sweet depth, but you hope it sounds as pretty and lovely to him.

Somewhere in it all, in the heat and pleasure and rawness of climax, everything goes white around you.

...

And then, suddenly, you’re awake.

Not in Aaravos’ arms or even in his bed–not even in the room behind the mirror–you instead wake to find yourself in your own quarters. The walls are familiar, the floor is familiar, your very bed is familiar.

With a blink, the realization fades into your thoughts that you’re back home, in your own world and bedroom and–

No.

You stumble out of bed with a gasp, a rushed energy to your limbs. No, oh no it can’t have been a dream, please don’t let it all have been nothing but a feverish dream-

It doesn’t take long to hurry down the hall and to the study, to the mirror that sits so innocently by itself in the corner of the room. Without hesitation you pull the cover from over the piece, hoping almost desperately to see a familiar face behind the glass, maybe even teasing you for being so cute or pretty or some other lovely compliment that he’d surely say of you in the heat of sex.

But you don’t see anything. The mirror acts in the moment as simply a mirror, no haughty elf standing on the other side of any magical portal and no indication that what you’d waken from was nothing more than a dream of one castle-keeper’s silly crush on something–someone–that can’t be understood.

It’s not uncommon that you don’t see Aaravos in the mirror, it’s not completely his lack of appearance that leaves you momentarily disheartened, but the nagging worry that it was nothing more than a midnight fantasy that felt a bit too real.

You’ll have to ask him about it in the morning, if the day is cloudy and the metaphorical stars align just right. Though waiting will only leave you filled with more worry, it’s the only option you have.

But.

Wait.

You look at the mirror once more, focusing on your reflection in the surface. More specifically you look at your neck, catching a spot of color on your skin. It piques your curiosity enough that you tilt your head to the side, angling yourself so that you can get a clear look at it.

A bruise.

You feel heat in your cheeks at the recognition that the color on your throat, one that is high enough that you’ll have to figure out how to cover up–

–it’s kiss-shaped.

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