I Absolutely LOVE This! Imagine The Possibilities!!

I absolutely LOVE this! Imagine the possibilities!! 🤩🤩⭐️⭐️

GAME OVER.

yandere! otome game x gn! reader

— the new otome game you picked up out of sheer boredom and curiosity, the one with aesthetic visuals, a semi-cliché plot, and a cast of pretty interesting characters.

— the sadistic prefect. perpetually pissed, and a massive control freak, evident with the detentions he hands out over the smallest things like having your tie crooked, your shirt untucked, or your blazer wrinkled. everyone knows he has no mercy, no kindness. but for some reason, when it comes to you, he’s extra harsh. always handing out punishments where it’s just the two of you after school.

— the apathetic delinquent who basically runs the school. somehow he knows everything about everyone, holding blackmail over not only students, but also teachers. he’s always got bloody knuckles and cheap cigarettes in his pockets. he’s also always touching you, for some reason. whether it’s an arm over your shoulders or a hand on your waist.

— the charming upperclassman, who is on good terms with the entire student body, and every teacher’s favourite. absolutely adored and greatly respected for being the headmaster’s son. perfect attendance, perfect grades, perfect manners: a golden boy, as well as a sweet social butterfly with saccharine smiles and a honeyed tongue. well, except for when he’s always hopelessly stumbling over his words around you.

— but soon into the game, you realise there’s lots of bugs. any time you interact with an npc, you’ll never be able to find them again. as if they’ve disappeared from the game.

— even major characters start purposefully avoiding you, responding to any conversation from you with ellipses, or just ignoring you as if you did not interact with them.

— the only ones who’ll talk to you are the love interests.

— you assume it’s some weird problem in the game’s code, and try to uninstall the game so you can reinstall it later, but for some reason, the screen is frozen, refusing to let you go.

— the entire game glitches, and for a moment you think you’ve got a virus on your device, the screen entirely black and unresponsive… until you see this strange message flash open.

GAME OVER? I DON’T THINK SO, Y/N.

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hii, for the smut prompt list could I request Draco Malfoy #22 with kink prompt #18 , where draco is the sub? maybe draco did something that made y/n mad, so she decides to punish him?thank you <3

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: draco malfoy x fem!reader

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 8.2k

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: "so pathetic" and humiliation kink (taken from this post)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you had your own little nickname for draco, one that nobody else was supposed to hear. you nearly slip up one day and almost say it in front of him and his friends. out of annoyance and frustration, draco snaps at you for being so careless. that doesn’t seem to settle well with you though. it was time draco stopped acting like such a brat. 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, humiliation, degrading nicknames/degradation, dumbfication, hair pulling, spitting, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamic, slightly intense punishment, use of cock ring, oral sex (male receiving), cum ingestion, praise, draco just being a full on BRAT and not listening to you tbh

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i’m sorry if this carried on for too long (i haven’t done a sub!draco yet this was interesting to work with) but if you really enjoyed it please feel free to leave a like and reblog! hit me up with some more requests guys i love them so much!!! thank you so much for reading :)

No one could compare to Draco Malfoy. You absolutely adored him, this he was very well aware of. He was special in his own ways of course, ways that made the people around him truly dislike the fellow, but that same principle didn’t apply to you. There is no sure way of knowing just how Draco infiltrated your mind and made you fall so hard, but it happened and there was nothing you could have been more thankful for in life.

The two of you had formed a bond unlike anything else. On the outside, you guys just appeared to be as cold as ice. Not talkative, snappy whenever the two of you were in a bad mood, no emotions spared in your facial expressions pretty much at all times, however if you looked closely, one will notice that this was just a cover. Something to subtle the actual love and adoration that goes on between you two.

You were able to unlock a side of Draco nobody had ever seen before. Therefore, you were special to him, just like he was to you. Well, of course he was special. It’s hard not to call him that when the supposed most evil boy in all of Hogwarts is always on his knees for you. Begging to cum, relishing in your praise and kisses.

Draco had a soft spot to him that completely contradicted whatever persona he showed to the rest of the school. The fact that he was willing to share this with you made it very intimate, but very private as well. There should be absolutely no reason why anybody should know about it. Draco was careful not to say anything to anyone, and of course you were, too.

Not that you even really gossiped about your sex life to your girlfriends. If someone were to ask about it, you shrugged it off. Rolling your eyes and changing the subject was another tactic you grew to love. Draco, on the other hand, was quite blunt with what he chose to tell his friends. Still illusive in keeping the mystery of it all tucked away, Draco would tell his friends it was something along the lines of, “Amazing, exciting, exhilarating.”

Well, you had hoped he described it exhilarating, especially after last night. You edged him for who knows how long, just being the biggest tease because you couldn’t get enough of his whimpers and pleas to cum all over your hand. You had no idea how long he held out for, but you knew one thing for sure.

Draco Malfoy was your good boy. No, scratch that. He was your best boy.

He was truly such a sweetheart to you behind closed doors. The personality switch definitely caught you off guard when you two originally started dating, but it wasn’t something that was disliked in any way shape or form. No, you embraced it all with open arms. His heart was unlike anyone you had ever seen before.

Draco made sure to show his love in a multitude of ways. He did so in a way that made you feel like the most important girl in the world, and you never failed to reciprocate these feelings to him in a variety of your own ways. However, Draco had favored something that you shared with him every chance you got.

Pet names. His heart would flutter at any name you gave him, but one in particular sent him soaring above the freaking clouds.

The first nickname you had chosen for Draco was baby. Simple, innocent, and one you could quietly mutter to him in public. That lost its touch just as quickly as you started using it. So, you started to call him your special prince. You liked the turn it took on the typical nickname, ‘princess’, and he did, too. He didn’t have to verbally tell you that he liked it, Draco’s flushed cheeks were enough to speak for him. It just made your heart melt on the spot.

But he got to a point where he craved for more. Draco told you he wanted another nickname, something cuter than prince. He told you he just felt like something was missing, and you agreed. It could be better, you thought. You thought long and hard for the rest of the night after that request, and then it hit you like a ton of bricks the next morning.

Peanut.

It was so simple and yet so adorable. How many couples used that nickname anyway? It was just too unique, in your personal opinion. The first time you called him that, he melted into a puddle of mush. You thought your heart would consume itself at the sight of him getting all flustered, absolutely belittled at the name.

At some point, it was slowly introduced inside the bedroom, but Draco confessed he liked it to stay the innocent nickname and not something degrading. You couldn’t help but agree, a nickname as innocent as that shouldn’t be brought into a room full of naughty activities.

And that was that. You called Draco that special nickname only when the two of you were together. It only emphasized how private your relationship was and how it should remain this way the rest of your days at Hogwarts. It was your own slice of life, just the two of you, and that’s all you could have asked for in life. Nobody else should have to witness you guys getting so mushy together.

It wasn’t just a privacy thing, but also to save Draco’s image. You knew if anyone caught wind of the fact he was being called ‘peanut’ by his girlfriend, it would be the talk of the century.

Private. That’s all it had to be. That’s how it should stay.

You had absolutely no intention of accidentally slipping up and calling him that nickname today in front of his friends.

You never even got to finish the name that was spilling from your mouth, it truly came out as ‘pean-’, which sounds weird the more you think about it. You had been sitting in the Great Hall, chatting with Draco and a few of his friends. You don’t even remember what you were going to say to your boyfriend as your mind was fried just from the thought you almost slipped up. Key word, almost.

His friends didn’t even notice, still engrossed in whatever story they were sharing with their buddy. Your ears felt like they were ringing and you could just sense the stress radiating off Draco. You turn your head to look at his face, searching for any sort of reaction. Your inspection came back just as you had expected it to; he was pissed.

There was a scowl in his face, and the tip of his ears were turning red from embarrassment. His stillness allowed you to really take in the appearance of his overall body language. His knee was bobbing up and down from under the table, his fingers were digging into his clothed thigh. You knew right then and there that you had for sure fucked up.

You tried to whisper an apology to Draco a few moments later, whenever that story had come to an end, but he didn’t say anything to you. You should just leave, you thought to yourself, try to give him time to cool off. Tap out, if you must. But another part of you knew you had to try and explain it was not on purpose. That was the last thing you wanted his friends to hear.

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to figure out what to do next. Whenever you tried to talk to Draco, he just ignored you and kept focus on his friends. This lasted for at least thirty minutes. The first fifteen minutes made sense to you, maybe he just wanted to act like this so he had a sense of control. He needed that from time to time to calm down.

However, the longer he prolonged this damn silent treatment made your blood secretly boil. It was an accident, how could he not understand that?

The little friend get-together eventually came to an end, and Draco slammed his palms flat on the table as he stood up, immediately darting for the big doors that would eventually lead him to his dorm. You followed suit, yelling out to him, “Draco, wait up!”

He keeps walking, ignoring you once again to the point your body and mind are totally on edge. Once the two of you had entered the hallway, gone up a flight of stairs, and rounded the corner, you spoke to him once again. “Can you please fucking listen to me? I didn’t mean to call you that. They didn’t even notice!”

Draco stops in his tracks and finally turns around to acknowledge you. He eyes you with an apparent frown permanently plastered across his face. He seems to fight back the urge to roll his eyes, not before snapping at you, “Fuck off, Y/N. I just want to go back to the dorm and sleep.”

Two words. It was a simple statement, consisting of two words, that had such a strong meaning behind them. Fuck off. They were the only words that truly captured how Draco was feeling in this exact moment, and you finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t fair. He needed a damn lesson to be put back in his place.

You place your hands on your hips, eyes looking at Draco’s form up and down a couple times. You ask him, “You want to say that to me again?”

Just like Draco previously avoided your conversation from the lack of speaking, his eyes did not dare to meet your own. He glanced at your shoes, his shoes, just about anything but you. In a timid voice, slightly shaky, he tells you, “Y-You heard me, Y/N. I just want to sleep.”

“I don’t think that’s all I heard. You said something else. Go on, tell me again.” You quip, an annoyed sound clicking from the inside of your throat. You didn’t have to work too hard to show off an intimidating stance. You kept very still and crossed your arms, eyes not leaving his face. It was rather difficult not to smack him across the face right here in the hallway, but you held back with every bone in your body.

Draco inhales a deep breath, barely croaking out the words, “I-I told you t-to fuck-”

“Dorm. Now.” You shout at him, voice livid beyond belief. You didn’t think Draco would ever have the balls to tell you that, but the fact he had the courage to even try repeating it? He was in deep shit now. Someone definitely needed to be put in their place because the way he was acting was ridiculous.

Within ten minutes, Draco discarded all clothing besides his boxers and was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. You’re leaning against the dresser that is only a few feet away, also in your undergarments. There was an obvious vein bulging out the side of your temple, your upper lip curling into the same scowl that Draco had not too long ago.

Your heart was pulsating rapidly in your chest. There were few times you would ever have to actually punish Draco, but this was something unlike anything you had ever seen before. He needed the attitude fucked out of him and fast.

“Draco,” you draw out his name in a sassy tone, anger laced in your voice, “I think we need to have a talk about your behavior.”

He attempts to cover his sulking by turning his chin to the ground. He was purposely avoiding your glares, but still spoke up nonetheless. While digging his fingernails into his thighs, he tells you in a soft voice, “I’m sorry, mommy. I don’t know what came over me.”

Your senses are dulled by the irritation coursing your veins. You completely ignore his apology, pushing yourself off the dresser and taking very slow steps towards your boy. He nearly shakes at the way you saunter in his direction. He knew as innocent as it was, your trek across the room was quite the opposite. However, he still chose to ignore eye contact even when you were standing in front of him.

You dig your fingers under the dip of his chin to prompt him to finally look up at you. It was in this moment you realize there were tears matting his eyelashes, but the sight doesn’t even make you flinch. If anything, it only turns you on more. You tut, “So pathetic. You talk back to me and you just expect me to forgive and forget? No, that’s not how this works.”

You missed how innocent Draco used to be. How compliant he would be with the gentle flick of your wrist that made him cum uncontrollably. He would be such a great listener too, and here he was barely able to make eye contact for more than five seconds at a time.

“Please, I feel so bad. Y/N-” He starts off, whimpering at the sound of your name.

You are quick to cut him off. “You are going to take your punishment like a good boy, got it?”

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbles in a soft voice. All the twisted fantasies of punishing your bad boy pause for a brief moment. At the sound of Draco being so compliant, your heart soars. He could be a good boy, he really could be. And when it comes down to times like this when his whole focus is on being so obedient for you, it makes you nearly fall apart.

But that didn’t mean he was getting out of this punishment. He was still stuck in some sort of funk that he desperately needed to get out of. And it was your job to help him, wasn’t it? He just needed a little push towards that good boy persona.

Being in charge of Draco sent a surge of power inside you unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. It made your chest and heart feel like you were on cloud freaking nine. Towering over Draco like a queen staring down a peasant, your eyes take in the sight of your boyfriend’s lip quivering. It was hard not to ignore the growing bulge in his boxers as well. He was anticipating you do to something, anything, but you remained quiet with a smirk dancing on your lips.

A shiver ran up his spine as he continued to look at you. You wondered if the room was too cold, but remembered he would warm up soon. He hesitantly asked, “Mommy, please do something. I hate waiting.”

You lick your lips and take in the sight of his beautiful frame kneeling beneath you. You looked at the various scars that dotted his chest and shoulders, some even on his stomach. In the past he had told you the story of how he got every one of them. A few scenarios were more intense than the others, but it didn’t matter because at the end of the day it just made you want to protect him forever and always.

You finally move your body and squat down to where you’re at eye level with Draco, tucking loose strands of his white blond hair away from his pretty face. You don’t choose to actually answer him with words right away, instead you lean forward and just press a chaste kiss to his forehead.

Fuck, he was too adorable.

Draco let out a cute sigh of content at the notion. With an action so subtle, it made you feel so much love for him. Your heart flutters for just a split second. You had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to subdue the possibility of risking your soft spot for him. If he saw any glimpse of that, he would know that there was no way he’d be getting a punishment now. He needed it though, so you pull back that headspace that got the two of you here in the first place.

You stand up and your hand travels down your stomach pulling out the underwear that covered your most precious spot, showing off your glistening cunt. You couldn't help it, watching Draco tremble in fear turned you on so much.

“Alright, baby,” You begin, thrusting your hips towards his face, “suck mommy’s clit like a good boy.”

The boy nods his head and immediately focuses his eyes on your lower region. You watch him gather up a thick wad of saliva on his tongue, poking it out to swipe over the mound he was all too familiar with. And damn him for being so good at it, too.

This wasn’t like all those years ago when the two of you were first fondling around with each other. Your bodies were no longer awkwardly angled to try and fit like a puzzle piece. He knew you inch by inch. However, you felt like you were a step ahead. You knew him so much better.

The male eagerly swallows your clit fully inside his mouth, sucking on it like the good boy he was. His tongue rolls around it so slowly and occasionally pushes out to tease your wet folds. A seductive hum falls from your lips as you notice the way he closes his eyes. Draco loved tasting you, you knew this, and you admired that he was completely focused on making you feel amazing.

“Just look at you.” You chuckle, still holding onto the underwear so that it doesn’t snap back on his precious little face. The boy hums and it makes you moan again, this time a tiny bit louder than before. “I never would have guessed after yelling back at your mommy you’d be here on your knees, sucking on my clit like a little slut.”

Draco just nods his head and continues to suck softly. His teeth graze your sensitive nub, releasing a strangled groan from the back of your throat. His eyes were still shut throughout it all, and for a split second you wondered if he felt a sense of unworry from doing this. Like an infant baby falling asleep as they suck on their mother’s tit.

This was the exact headspace you desired him to be in tonight. He was falling for your trap so much faster than you had expected.

Your hand comes around the back of his head and you cradle his skull at an angle that makes your exterior point fall perfectly on his tongue. At this point, you can’t help but let out a rather loud moan at the sensation, something that was making your core tighten into that familiar knot.

Draco lets out a giggle into your groin, resuming his licking like nothing even happened. A wicked feeling starts to swirl in your gut. Despite those nice vibrations sending a wave of pleasure to your center, you knew you had to stick your ground.

Your fingers knot themselves in between his thick locks and you instantly pull him away, a wave of longing rushing over you as Draco was removed from the most sensitive part of your body. His lips are a glossy mess and his eyes are full of confusion. He can’t seem to move even with your hold not being that strong.

Letting go of his hair, you bring your hand to his face to pinch his cheek. Draco whines, still confused about what he did wrong.

“It’s not polite to laugh.” You correct him. His cheeks burn not only from the pinch but from embarrassment.

He was quick to apologize though, which made you appreciative. “I’m sorry, mommy. It won’t happen again.”

Shivering at the innocent way he would call you that name, you click your tongue, “Right. Help mommy get out of her underwear.”

Draco nods his head and says, “Yes, mommy.”

His teeth are instantly biting into the waistband, tugging them down as far as his neck and back would allow it considering he was still positioned on his knees. You helped Draco with the rest of the way and stepped out of your underwear, letting it sit casually on the floor to be picked up at a later point. Teasing the boy was all that was on your mind right now. He barely had enough time to look back up at your face before you’re patting the top of his head, telling him, “Get on the bed.”

Within seconds, Draco had got on the bed while you threw off your bra in the same direction of your underwear. You find yourself on the bed crawling ever so slowly towards the boy. There was an almost pure smile on your face that completely contradicted your thoughts and actions that would follow suit.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed off I was earlier.” You are seated between his two calves. His legs were extended outwards as his back rested against the headboard. He seemed so far away, but also sat close enough for you to perfectly see the way his bulge was poking out from underneath his boxers. Draco was aching to be touched, but you couldn’t give in just yet. Especially after the attitude he gave you earlier today. “To tell me to fuck off like that, how stupid are you baby? Do you have a brain that small to make you think that’s okay?”

You could visibly see the way your words made his breathing hiccup. He shivers unintentionally and gulps quietly. Draco was too shy and anxious to say anything to you right now, patiently waiting for you to do something else. Seeing him look so small underneath your power only turned you on even more. But you knew something that would make him turn into a begging mess.

Your pointer finger dipped down and teasingly touched the skin of his left calf, tracing random patterns and trying to push away the fabric of the sheets underneath. Draco’s legs were meant to be fully exposed to you right now. His delicate skin was just itching to be touched. His breath hitched and he barely had enough courage to remain composed.

“I’m so sorry, mommy. I feel so bad.” Draco confesses, intently staring at the way you were grazing his skin.

The same hand that was touching him immediately reaches out to take hold of his knee. You dug your fingers into the skin to make him hiss in pain, watching Draco’s entire body react in time with your touch.

However, you weren’t an idiot. You knew that as much as Draco might wriggle around as if he were uncomfortable, the boy loved it all. You snap at him, “You really should be. I have to punish you now, you know that right?”

The thought of degrading the boy into oblivion makes you hornier by the minute. Your hole couldn’t help but flutter and clench around nothing. It was going to be proven difficult not to hop on his cock already, you need to edge him some more.

“I’ll take your punishment…like a good boy.” He barely whispers the words, but it’s enough to make your heart melt on the spot. It was times like these that made it hard for you to stay composed yourself. You knew your place though. You were here to dominate the boy, not to mewl over his cute obedience.

You raise your hand above his thighs and bring it down once on each canvas of skin, a light smack reverberates throughout the room. A tiny squeak leaves Draco’s mouth at the first smack, a soft moan at the second. He shows you eyes that are just begging you to touch him elsewhere, more specifically his dick.

“You’re such a baby,” you coo, “can’t even handle me smacking your thighs without whining.”

The moment Draco can feel the heat of your hands pull away from his thigh, he subconsciously brings them together and starts to rub them against one another. He bites his lips as he clearly tries to take out some built up tension.

You pull his knees apart in an instant, keeping a tight hold on him as your mouth opens up to snap at him. However, you were soon cut off by the innocent plea of Draco. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Biting your lips, a sudden lightbulb goes off inside your head. The mere idea that was crossing your mind made your cunt scream to be filled by Draco. You show your boyfriend a modest smile as your mind was swirling with a different kind of evil on the inside. It was nothing but chaos and he would soon find this out.

Draco had to have sensed you were planning something though. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your own, remaining silent as he waited for you to speak up again.

Crawling off the bed and turning away, you quietly mutter, “I think I know exactly what to use on you.”

You didn’t have to look back at him to know exactly what was going on. Draco was more than likely raising an eyebrow at your words, watching the way you drew closer to the dresser across the room. You could also feel his eyes boring holes into your ass, but you chose to ignore that.

Draco shuffles against the headboard and hesitantly asks you, “W-What are you going to use?”

“You ask so many questions.” You mumble. You open the top dresser drawer and start to push away some clothes to search for a very particular item that was tucked away. “I wish it didn’t come down to this, peanut, but you leave me no choice.”

The nickname makes Draco’s breath hitch. You couldn’t tell if it was excitement, fear, or something worse. You just knew that saying that nickname, as simple as it was, had such an effect on him. You didn’t like having to bring it into the bedroom between you two, but how else was he going to learn his lesson? He needed to be reminded of why he was here in the first place, right?

“M-Mommy? What are you getting out?” His voice wavers across the room. And that’s when you find exactly what you were looking for.

You pull out the cock ring from the drawer like it was a special gemstone, admiring the way that it glowed in the candlelit room. You turn around towards Draco and watch as his eyes focus on the object. His soul leaves his body at the sight and you tried so hard to hold back a small snicker.

He whimpers, “No, please, anything but that.”

“But you’ve been so bad! I think we need to use it, just for a little bit.” You respond back. You get up on the bed again and position yourself in between his legs, throwing the ring somewhere on the covers.

His ears were burning bright red as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. Draco can only nod his head as he watches your hands reach towards his waistband and tug the fabric of his underwear down, finally freeing his cock. He raises his hips to help you take them off quicker, and the sight of his member nearly makes you groan. It springs up against his stomach with a large bead of precum spilling from his slit.

Looking down at him with lidded eyes, you lick your lips at the sight. You just couldn’t help it, even after dating all these years his cock was just breathtaking. Unreal, if you must describe it in any other way. Your hand wraps around his member and slowly tug on it.

He mewls loudly at the feeling, whining to you, “Mommy, please, I need you so bad.”

Chuckling, you let go of him and say, “I know.” You add a little wink at the end just to be a tease.

It’s a notion that makes Draco release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. You always enjoyed watching the way he struggled to respond to just about anything you talked to him about, but the moment your eyes met it was like something else inside you switched. You see it all in his face. The anger, the embarrassment, the worry, even the longing, all of it.

Sitting up straighter, you start to realize that so far into the punishment you hadn’t even given Draco a proper kiss. So that’s exactly what you do next. You lean in and cup his face, pulling his lips towards your own to engulf them in a soft kiss. His lips were tender as they moved against you, guiding your tongue to briefly graze over his own. Your heart flutters with fireworks and you lean in further to feel his touch. You could practically melt at the way his tongue prodded inside your mouth, tasting you like you were a full course meal.

Nothing could last forever though and you eventually pull away after a few moments. You leave a small peck at the corner of his lips, still cupping his cheek as you look at him lovingly. You tell him, “You know I love you, right?”

“And I love you, too.” He murmurs, shifting back even further against the headboard in hopes you would move your hand around his cock again. Draco was already slipping back into that submissive state of mind and you loved it so much.

Shoving your bottom half into the air, you bring your head closer to his length and wrap your hand around his base. You leave small breaths at his reddening tip, observing the way his thighs squirmed around you. You sigh, “If I could fuck you without having to put my lips around your pathetic cock I would, but I’m not that mean.”

You refer to the way you wished you could hop on his cock without having to prep him, but at the end of the day it wouldn’t be enjoyable for either you or Draco.

Being impatient, you don’t give him time to answer, not that he really deserved it anyway. You jerk his length slowly and finally close the distance between his tip and your lips. You wrap yourself around his cock with spit coating your lips, swirling your tongue around his head. Being so sensitive, Draco instantly lets out a throaty groan.

“Oh my-“ He chokes out. Draco just can’t seem to move over how well you were swallowing his member. You push yourself lower and lower until your nose is practically touching his base. The heat and wetness of your mouth envelopes the length and you suck harshly, running your tongue up and down the tough veins protruding out from the sides.

Draco moans loudly now, practically whining under your power. You can’t help but smile at the reaction you were getting out of him. You knew he wanted to feel you so bad, wanted to cum in your mouth, but it wasn’t going to happen so soon. He still needed to try that damn cock ring on for size.

Just thinking of the way that the cock ring made Draco’s ears turn a bright red instantly brought a blush to your own cheeks. You were desperate to see the way his face would react to your mouth, so you opened your eyes and darted up to watch him.

However, Draco wasn’t even looking at you. No, his eyes were sneaking a peek at the cock ring that lay just a couple feet away from him. You weren’t even processing what you were doing until it was already done. You had pulled off Draco with a small popping noise and clicked your tongue moments later. You had quite enough of this bullshit with him today.

As mesmerized Draco seemed just a few seconds ago, his eyes immediately left the sight of the toy and were looking at you. He widened them and let out a small whimper knowing exactly what was going to come next.

You roll your eyes and scoff, just staring him down with a clearly angry look. “C’mon, really? Can’t even look at me when I’m sucking you off?”

He stutters, “I-I-”

Your eyes turn a shade darker as you reach over to grab the toy, a sigh of disappointment leaving your lips. There was a sour taste in your mouth now. You just wished he could be good for once. Today was just not his day, was it?

“Y/N, mommy- please, I’m sorry, I just-” He begs you, stuttering over his words like a mess.

You finally cut him off as the toy rests in your hand. “Draco, if you really don’t want this, use your safe word. You know I won’t get mad at you if you do.”

You’re only met with silence as Draco stares you down. You don’t think he has ever looked prettier, if you were being honest with yourself. Red cheeks, tears pooling in his eyes, pouting lips as he was desperately trying to figure out what he really wanted from you. You noticed the way his body relaxed into the bedsheets once more.

You sat there for a few more moments to be sure of his answer. Whether it was the candles in the room reflecting the emotions in his eyes or the tears that swelled like the size of a coin, you could see that Draco desperately wanted you. Within the depths of his dark eyes held something you couldn’t ignore. The way he bit his lip only entices you to carry out with your plan, as if he were silently confirming you could continue.

With no safe word being thrown out into the empty silence of the room, you nod your head. “I guess I should continue then, yeah?”

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbles softly.

You suck in a breath at the sensation of a familiar dampness coating your inner thighs. You just shake your head and continue on, “See, you can be a good boy for mommy. Let’s get this on you, alright?”

You clamp the ring around the base of Draco’s cock within seconds. The quick motions of your handiwork make the boy let out a soft hiss, squirming his hips back and forth as if he were trying to scoot away from the toy that was already attached to his body.

He barely lets out a shiver right before whispering to you, “Feels so weird, mommy.”

No, this wasn’t the first time the boy had this on before, but considering it had been so long you couldn't blame him for thinking it felt strange. The rasp in his voice makes your stomach churn. That’s what pushes you to carry out your next move.

You straddle Draco’s waist and pin his down to the mattress, making sure there was no way he would be able to escape your grasp.

The pads of your fingers touch the top of his chest and trail all the way down to his naval. Your fingers connect with his length once more. Using the leftover spit, you start to lube his entire girth and watch closely at the way his eyebrows furrowed together. You tell him in a loving voice, “I know baby, but it’s what you deserve after acting so dumb earlier. Like a dumb slut. Isn’t that right, peanut?”

Draco doesn’t even have time to register the fact you had even been talking to him as you lift your hips up and hover over his cock, pushing his head past your entrance and slowly start to sink down.

Gargled noises leave his cute lips and you could barely understand anything he was remotely trying to communicate with you, giggling at how speechless it left him to feel your hole swallow him whole. It was rather difficult for yourself to even talk. The feeling of Draco filling you up went straight to the coil forming in your stomach, making you let out a soft moan.

Wiggling your hips slowly, you arch your back and watch Draco rarely blink. His cock filled you up perfectly and the sensation was absolutely heavenly.

“I-I’m not a slut.” He whimpers, nails digging into your hip bones that jutted out from your sides.

You eyed the masterpiece you created. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes deciding to finally shut themselves tightly at the feeling of you rocking back and forth, tongue poking out from his inner cheek. You just chuckled, “I don’t know, peanut. You seem to be such a slut for my pussy right now. You like feeling how wet I am? How tight my cunt is?”

Your hands wrap around his neck while your fingers start to dangle in the locks of his hair, encouraging the boy to finally open his eyes again. You moan at the way he stretches you open, finally starting to pick up your hips and move down his length again.

“I-I love it, mommy. Love your tight pussy so much!” He whines loudly, practically pleading you to fuck him properly.

You giggle softly and cradle his head while lowering yourself down onto his thick member once again. Sighing in content, nearly losing track of the amount of time you had wasted just sitting here, you knock your head to the side. You whisper, “Can you beg for me, Draco? Beg for me to bounce on your cock?”

Draco looks at you with a familiar longing in his eyes. He knows he needs you, knows that he can’t move forward without giving you exactly what you wanted. A mischievous grin spreads across your face at the way he scrunched his nose. He was ravaging in the pleasure of your velvety walls squeezing him so nicely, like you were meant to sit on his dick like it was a throne.

The thought of pulling his hair, biting down on his neck, and fucking him senseless flashed across your mind in an instant. Draco looked so submissive for you, you just needed to ruin him. However, he knew what was required for such. If he wanted it so bad, he could use his big boy words and tell you.

There was a subtle thrust up towards your core that brought you back to reality. His cock had brushed against your special spot and made you gasp in an instant. A satisfied shock of electricity runs up your spine and you nearly groan at the feeling. Draco had you on edge all night for fucks safe, you couldn’t help being so damn sensitive.

The boy chokes out a rather needy prayer for you, “Please mommy! I need you to move so bad. I’ll be good for you, I-I promise! Please, please just move. Need to feel your pussy bounce on my cock.”

To hear Draco whisper that last sentence in such an innocent voice felt like a huge gust of wind had knocked the breath out of you. Fuck, this boy was truly going to be the end of you.

Your mouth goes dry and all you can do is nod your head in approval. You tell him in a soothing tone, “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Such a good boy.”

You finally start to pick up your pace and ride him properly, his member sliding in and out of you rapidly. You humped him diligently, trying to ignore the overwhelming high that was approaching so quickly. The way your hips came down onto his cock was the only thing that mattered right now.

Seeing Draco’s face contort into pleasure nearly made you come undone on the spot. He didn’t bother muffling the moans that spilled from his lips, his mind blacked out and only focused on the way you fucked him so well.

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a good boy for mommy. Your cock makes me feel so good.” You moan, petting the sweat drenched hair on the side of his head and tucking some loose strands behind his ears.

The submissive boy just sits there and throws his head back against the headboard with a loud bang. You knew deep down that it had to have hurt him when he did that, but you couldn’t care right now. No, right now you needed to fucking come.

Draco’s hands smooth down your curves and find themselves resting on your bottom, lifting in time with your thrusts so that you could bounce down onto him even harder than before. The tip of his member was hitting your g-spot over and over again. You moan loudly at the sensation in time with Draco, feeling tingles run up and down your spine. Your heart fluttered at the sound of your boyfriend responding back to you, “F-Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your cunt and his cock were just like magnets, his member being able to find your special spot in an instant and ramming into it repeatedly. Draco watches closely as your own face started to scrunch up in pleasure, knowing you were losing the battle to the rapture of his length being so damn deep inside you.

Your practiced thrusts were growing louder as the sound of smacking echoes off the walls. You feel wetness seep in between the crevice of your thighs around Draco’s lap, even furthering the intense sensation as you thought to yourself, ‘fuck that is so hot’.

“You’re the best boy, Draco. All mine and nobody else’s.” You moan, gripping his hair tightly.

While you start to angle your hips in a different direction, Draco fumbles over his words. “Y-Yes- fuck, I am- your good boy! Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

It was hard not to notice the slip up of your name while you continued to bounce harder on his cock. You tease him playfully, “Aw, is my baby so fucked out that he can’t even remember what to call me? There’s not a single thought behind that cute face of yours, is there? Huh?”

Your hand finds its way to his face, holding onto his jaw carefully while you squeeze his cheeks together in a way that pries his mouth open. You inch closer to him and spit directly onto his tongue, watching the way his eyes widen. You command him, “Swallow.”

“Mommy…” He whines out, listening to your instructions and swallowing the spit like it was nothing. The sight only makes your stomach do a backflip. You unconsciously groan and feel like your hole was going to be split open from how hard you would come.

Suddenly, Draco’s fingers are leaving your ass and winding down to your clit, circling around the sensitive mound as he narrows his eyes upon your own. This only made you fuck him harder, listening to his cute mewls and small breathes.

There’s a wave of excitement that rushes over you at the feeling. Your body jolts and squeezes Draco with a deadly grip. He shuts his eyes briefly for a moment when you contract around him, his fingers only starting to pick up pace, and it makes your own fingers dig into his shoulders.

He knows the rules were to not touch you unless you had given permission. So much for being a good boy, right?

But the way the pads of his fingers swiped so elegantly across your clit just makes you determined to chase your orgasm faster than before. You’re picking up your pace now, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix perfectly. Draco was making you feel so full you were seeing stars.

You moan loudly, “Ah! I’m so close!”

Your mind is swimming in ecstasy as your nub buzzes against him. Chants of his name leave your lips, thighs starting to give out as your high finally starts to wash over you. Draco mutters all sorts of words into your neck, but your ears are ringing so loudly everything is muffled. That coil had finally come undone and it left you clenching around Draco as tight as you could, the sound of both of your moans filling the air.

“Fuck! Yes!” You practically scream, slowing down as you have been hit with such a strong wave of pleasure. Your body tenses and slowly starts to relax again as you lean against your boyfriend’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Your entire body felt numb from how hard your high had hit you. You could’ve sworn you were on drugs, but it felt so damn good. Draco had truly been the best boy after all, despite all the messing around from earlier. He finally made you come and you knew right away that this had definitely been the most enjoyable one by far.

The boy was so deserving of a treat now.

As soon as your mind comes back into focus of what was going on, you’re reminded of how physically weak Draco was after all this poor torment. Well, that and the fact he still had the ring on. The boy was holding onto your hips now to make sure you didn’t fall over, but he was holding onto you so tightly. It was as if he were clutching onto you for dear life. You could feel the throbbing of his cock inside you, pulsing against your walls, so eager to cum.

You smirk and push yourself up from his chest, leaving a small kiss on his cheek. “Because you were so good for mommy, I’ll take the ring off now.”

Draco can only smile brightly at this, telling you, “I don’t think you have any idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You giggle at his words and slowly start to push yourself up from his length. Your hole burns sharply and you try your best to ignore the strain on your thighs. The orgasm had completely transformed you into mush and you knew damn well you would be sore for days now. It was completely worth it, though.

Just like you had been previously positioned earlier to place the ring, you got in between his legs and grabbed a hold of his member. Your hand is wet from your own juices and you hum instantly. “Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I came…”

Draco exhales at the feeling, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as you take the ring off him. He pathetically cries out, “Y/N, I-I’m so close, I swear if you just-”

You cut your boyfriend off by pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth so you can swirl your tongue around his head. You pump his length quickly, humming at the taste of your own pleasure that was covered around his slit. You engulf him further than before, swallowing the member in your throat.

Draco absolutely loses it now. With a low groan, he lets go of all his built up pleasure and releases inside your mouth in the matter of seconds. He’s cursing and shouting multiple swear words as he shoots hot ribbons of his seed inside your mouth, coating the back of your throat.

He’s left shaking as you eagerly swallow the liquid, pulling off his member and sitting up. The moment your eyes connect with each other again, you can’t help but giggle and he does the same. There was nothing particularly funny about the situation, it was just amusing. And to hear the boy’s cute laughter made your heart swell with love for him. He whispers, “Thank you, mommy.”

Wiping away any leftover spit from the corners of your mouth, you weakly crawl towards Draco and situate yourself by his side, enveloping the two of you with the covers that lay underneath. The moment your naked bodies rubbed against each other, you were wrapping your arms around his shoulders while Draco held you closely by your waist.

“Draco, that was…shit, that was something else.” You mutter quietly, feeling Draco let out a silent laugh. “I’m sorry if I got carried away at any point.”

Snuggling softly into the frame of your body, the boy leaves a soft kiss at the top of your head. Draco runs his fingers through your hair and swiftly brings your chin up to look at him. He responds back, “It was great, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier today. I was already having a bad day and that just set me off.”

You couldn’t help but laugh adoringly at him. You mumble, “I love you so much, peanut.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too, dork.”

The two of you giggle and push your lips together, kissing one another for a few moments before pulling away. Before you are lulled into the world of sleep in his arms, you think back to the events of today. A part of you had secretly hoped Draco would snap at you again like he did earlier. Of course, you had hoped he did this for purposes related to teaching how to be a good boy for you again. You couldn’t let Draco run around and be a bad boy for mommy, now could you?

~

“Jungkook still likes to rile you up, he just can’t help it. Especially now when you and him are living together, he can’t help but act up from time to time just to experience the thrill of being punished.”

~ Requested by a lovely anonie ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: brat!Jungkook, sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, BDSM, clear D/s roles, goddess as a title, Kook wears a leather harness with arm restraints & leather booty shorts, anal play, rimjob, use of a buttplug, anal fingering, rough pegging, hair pulling, spanking, choking, sexual mind games (it’s good stuff), licking (you’ll know what I mean with that), multiple forced orgasms, belly bulging, there is also a hint of good boy!Kook in here, and the softest most loving aftercare ever

Wordcount: 12.4k 

a/n: It is finally here. Part Two to Bratty! I hope this is what you had imagined dear anonie! I most definitely had lots of fun writing it, tbfh I had too much fun because that shit will haunt me for life 🥴 I mean it, this story controls my brain now ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˡᵒʷᵏᵉʸ ʳᵉᵐᶦⁿᵈˢ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵃᵒˡ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᶦ ˢᵃᵈ 🤧😩💕

You come home to unfolded laundry. It wasn’t your turn to fold them but that of your boyfriend. Said boyfriend was currently not in the living room with you and the laundry he was supposed to fold. You know what that means. Jungkook never – never – abandons a good pile of laundry voluntarily unless he wants to rile you up. 

You sigh and drop your bag on the sofa. 

“I’m home!” you call out. 

He won’t answer you. He normally comes running at the sound of your voice to greet you according to your rules. One tight hug and a loving smooch to the lips. 

This evening you know that he won’t answer you because he knows that it annoys you oh so perfectly. 

You sigh again. Oh, he is playing with fire here. 

“Fine with me. Two can play this game. I’m just gonna make myself something to eat”, you murmur under your breath and take on your journey to the kitchen. You need to come down from the stress of work before making time for your boyfriend first. If you don’t, you will actually grow mad at him and take it out on him and he doesn’t deserve that. 

Jungkook cooked something for you, which was nice and lovely, but he left the kitchen in a complete mess. 

You groan. 

He really thought of everything, didn’t he? Nothing gets you angrier than a messy kitchen. And that is why he cleans it thoroughly on normal days, but tonight all you get is piles of dirty dishes and unwiped counters. 

Oh he’s good. He is dangerously good. The sight is able to send annoyance through your veins. Should you abandon the food and go to him straight away?

“No, food first”, you decide, “he can wait”, you murmur and open the container of food. You need nourishment after a long day at the office and the food your boyfriend made was too delicious to miss out on. 

After the meal, you open your snack drawer for a little sweet snack. You were looking forward to your favourite chocolate bar the entire day, only to end up finding the empty wrapper crumpled up in its stead.

“That’s it”, you growl, throwing the wrapper on the counter, “he’s too good. Way too good”, you grumble as you stomp off to your bedroom. 

Jungkook can keep the mansion messy or ignore your greetings, but eating your favourite chocolate bar? Ohoho this was the last stroke. Someone is asking for a good punishment. 

“Jeon Jungkook”, you barge through the door and halt. 

There he was. Your brat of a boyfriend, wearing nothing but his favourite leather harness and booty shorts that say Use Me on the back.

He is currently bent over, “looking for something on the floor” when you barge in. Like this his thighs and ass are being shown off most deliciously.

“Oh hey there baby”, he says, wiggling his ass tauntingly. 

“You ate my chocolate." 

"Did I?” he wiggles his butt and straightens up with a sensual arch of his back. He turns, giving view to the melting chocolate bar between his fingers. 

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Two Idiots and their Fairy (Sting x Reader x Rogue)

She/her pronouns used. It's 5,788 words. Was originally made for a fic challenge between friends. Writing List

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"So you two aren't actual twins?" (Y/n) starts, breaching the awkward atmosphere that settled into the air about 4 miles behind them. (Y/n) didn't mind being stuck with the twin dragons but being sandwiched between them with late afternoon forest ambiance was getting intimidating.

"Well, no but our powers are similar and we're the same age." Rogue started to answer, as he seemed to search his mind for a valid answer.

"It's more like a cool name because we, well..." Sting seemed to find anything but a valid answer.

"Did you think we were twins?"

"You introduced yourselves as the twin dragons, Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney." (Y/n) stressed their last names to point out the obvious flaw in their introduction. "I was confused for a bit but I figured it out."

"I mean... we could've been. We.." Sting starts to gesture across (Y/n) to Rogue, his hands motioning back and forth between them.

"Don't even look alike. Exact opposites actually."

"Well that's part of the image. Intimidation." Rogue tries from (y/n)'s right, giving her a side glance.

"Right, is not seeing everything to the right of you, part of your image too." (Y/n) covers her right eye with her bangs, imitating Rogue's bangs. Said person taking immediate offense as a frown falls on his face.

"I can see-"

"No, I believe you." (Y/n) cuts off his attempt to defend himself before a laugh broke through her poker face. A pout settled on Rogue's face along with an eye-roll at the teasing.

"Okay and what's with the bag, you don't see me and Rogue carrying anything." (Y/n) scoffs at the random jab, seems there's not much of (Y/n) they can pick fun at.

"Why would you say that like it's a good thing?" (Y/n) grabs said bag from her side, waving it with purpose in their faces. "I have a lot of trust in this bag and the tools it contains to keep me safe."

"We can keep you safe." Rogue asserts.

"Oh I believe it but I'd rather keep it with me in the case you two aren't around. Right Tigers?" (Y/n) points out, eyeing their Sabretooth marks as she sets her bag aside. "Don't forget our mission here, I'm not about to get my wings clipped by your recklessness."

"Okay then, Fairy. How's communication coming then?" (Y/n) breathes in sharply at that comment. Glaring at Sting for the low blow.

"I never said my telepathy was seamless, just an option. For close quarters." (Y/n) mumbles, feeling small at the admission. Before anything more can be said a shrill growl cuts through the air, creating a cold shiver down (Y/n)'s spine as she focuses dead ahead where the sound came from. It's the cave they were looking for, a few meters ahead opening up from the side of a mountain. All semblance of the light-hearted atmosphere was gone as they focused on the task at hand. Right, Talk of a Book of Zeref, nearby town terrorized, Temporary Alliance.

"We're not going in there are we?" (Y/n) mumbles side-eyeing her companions who start walking at her voice. As though they were lost in thought previously. (Y/n) groans before continuing, "Because I'm pretty sure our teammates are back there and the crazy-creepy sound was in there, and this feels like something we should do as a team."

"We are a team, the Twin Dragon Slayers and their Little Fairy." Sting says, trying to tease but it falls flat at the serious air surrounding them. (Y/n) runs up between them again, grimacing at the title then looks at Rogue who seems to shrug in agreement.

"Well that isn't demeaning at all. Okay but you do have a plan right?"

"Simple Recon. Nothing we can't handle." Sting asserts, Rogue nods agreeing with the plan.

"Right, and if we run into cult fanatics or heaven forbid the actual demon?"

"We improvise." Sting says with a shrug, to which (Y/n) gives him a slack jaw look that he pointedly ignores. Rogue nods once again in agreement with the plan, making no move to add or amend said plan.

"Great, loving our chances. Let's walk into this big, dark, and scary cave, 'cause why not?" (Y/n) asks as they reach the cave, her voice seems to echo around in it's mouth and into the darkness of it's stomach. They all stand right outside of it for a moment before a silent message is passed between them and they enter. The farther in they walk the darker it gets as they lose the outside light, (Y/n)'s vision starts to dim and she wonders if she's the only one who cares as the other two don't seem to be worried. It isn't until (Y/n) slows and can barely see her two companions that she voices her concern in a hushed whisper. Not wanting to break the delicate silence that fell over them.

"I can't see anything in here, can one of you give me a hand here?" Immediately two things happen that (Y/n) makes sure to take note of for later teasing. From her right she feels Rogue take her hand, as to secure her place beside him. To her left, (Y/n) is momentarily so blinded that she takes her left hand to shield her eyes. Her right hand is preoccupied. When she drops it she sees Sting raising one of his hands, a ball of translucent light enveloping it as he proudly looks around at his work.

"Oh don't look so smug, you're just a glorified flashlight." (Y/n) immediately says, wanting to keep Sting's Ego at an appropriate level. He grumbles a bit at the jab.

"Funny way of saying thank you- Why are you two holding hands?" Sting's annoyance is wiped away to a look of surprise and confusion. (Y/n) can feel Rogue tense up beside her and if it wasn't so dark she'd say he looks a little red in the face as well. (Y/n) can feel Rogue start to tug his hand away but she strengthens her grip before looking confidently to Sting.

"Securing my safety is what. Also, don't you need the light too? I Figured Rogue is the only one that can actually see in the dark."

"I was following my nose- there's other ways to secure your safety." Sting says, in a pout? (Y/n) thinks for a moment before offering her other free hand to him. Sting looks at it confused before he clearly turns red. Without another word he turns and walks off, grumbling a bit as he does so.

"Wait up, I just met you! I don't want you to die yet-" (Y/n) is cut off by Sting's back. She's about to say something when Rogue tenses up again, but (Y/n) can tell, it's for a very different reason this time. Fighting back goosebumps (Y/n) slowly looks between the two trying to figure out what's got them on alert.

"You smell that too, don't you Rogue." Sting says lowly, not looking back at the two as he keeps his focus dead ahead. He brings his hand in front of him, trying to look father into the cave. Behind them there's nothing but a dot of light in the distance, a testimony to how far they've gone in. They're completely surrounded by darkness, and Sting's light doesn't shine nearly bright enough to calm (Y/n)'s worries.

"It's close, close enough I should see it." Rogue murmurs as he squints into the dark. Their voices are so small that there isn't even an echo, as though the darkness swallows their words. His hand left (Y/n)'s as he steps forward a bit, protectively almost. A cold thought enters (Y/n)'s mind as she glances up but keeps her head forward. She steps between Rogue and Sting and grabs Sting's wrists. He's confused but doesn't fight her as she guides his hand skywards. As if on command it's head snapped down to stare at them and the light that shone on it. It reminded (Y/n) of a dog, if dogs were lanky and slimy... and had bloodthirsty leech-like teeth. Said teeth were bared at the three of them, in a standoff, a dangerous air settled and (Y/n) swore her heart stopped.

It didn't take long before the thing pounced, and immediately (Y/n) dashed for the side. As most would but, that's not what Rogue and Sting did, typical. It looked like Sting got a good punch in and Rogue popped in after with a combo. That made (Y/n) feel a bit better but when the beast growled and... drooled. Then, from (Y/n)'s angle, bodied Sting and took his light with him. That reintroduced the previous terror of the dark. The fight going on could be heard but (Y/n) could see nothing, backing into the wall made her jump from her skin and had she not had the focus to remain silent she would've signed her will right there. There isn't much (Y/n) can do, at the moment staying out of the way seems to be the way to go but even that's proving difficult.

"I hate this, I hate this so so much." (Y/n) complains to herself, sliding against the wall and backing up when an idea comes to mind, My telepathy. As (Y/n) wracked her brain for the spell a hand falls on her shoulder, jolting her from her thoughts. Before she has time to react the person leans close, his quiet whisper brushing over her ear. "It's Me, Rogue."

Relief flushed over (Y/n) at the reveal that it was her friend and not the terrifying monster they're stuck with. Remembering the spell (Y/n) grabs the hand Rogue has on her shoulder and brings her other hand to her head. Telepathy link established through Archive.

Oh now you can use it. (Y/n) perks up at Sting's voice, having felt unsure about his wellness till now.

Sting, the light of my life, literally. What happened- where'd you go?

Ignoring the first part. I'm Bit busy fighting the dog from hell to keep up appearances. As if to emphasize his explanation another gross sounding punch resonated through the room. (Y/n) grimaced before continuing her questioning.

Your magic is bright though. I don't see anything. And why aren't you helping Rogue??

We need to retreat. There's something not right about it. Can you get us out of here with that "phasing" of yours. Rogue answers, his hand tightening on her shoulder. She nods at his question and moves his hand off, switching to grabbing it. Being as cautious as one can, walking to their grave, (Y/n) tries to go where she thinks Sting is.

Sting grabbed my hand. I'm calling it, we need to retreat.

"What! You don't order me around, I'm the guild leader of Sabretooth." Sting shouts out, to which (Y/n) follows but keeps to the side to avoid the intimidating growling also in that direction. "I've got this handled."

Well I'm not a member of Sabretooth and if you don't come to me yourself then we're coming to you and I won't be nice about it. Get over here. Now Sting. (Y/n) can feel some slight resistance from Rogue but he still followed her. He was also great at pushing (Y/n) down to duck from a slimy tail every now and then.

"Sting!" (Y/n) tries when she's close enough, her arm outstretched to which she hopes he can sense. If he didn't sense it though the dog sure did when she yelled right next to it. She feels it's hot breath as it turns to her, which is fucking scary by the way cause she still can't see it. An arm wraps around her stomach to pull her away but (Y/n) feels Sting's hand in hers, it's warm and scratched and she grips it tightly with no hesitation. Then they descended.

They took a deep dive for the rocky floor and with some concentration, (Y/n) was able to use her magic to phase all three of them through the floor in relatively one piece. About 4 layers of rock later and they fell into another cave, presumably branched off from the initial one. Sting and Rogue fell in first and landed on their feet, like fucking cats. Despite this being (Y/n)'s magic and her being well-seasoned in using it. She could never get used to falling from great heights. With a short yelp she breaks through and Sting reacts quickly holding out his arms confidently before being pancaked. Sitting up, (Y/n) looks down at the boy who's abdomen she's sat atop of. She sends him an appreciative glance and let's out an embarrassed chuckle.

"First you push us into actual Rock, then you squish me cuz you don't know how to land." Sting grumbles as (Y/n) is pulled up by Rogue. She gives Sting room as Rogue helps him up as well. She gives them a bit to catch their breath, phasing tends to take people's breath away... literally. Air molecules pass right through you along with the physical things. The first thing (Y/n) notes almost immediately is that she can actually see. Wherever they are now, someone took the effort to light up the corridors with torches on the walls.

"Look sorry for the sudden..- get away." (Y/n) tried as Sting and Rogue rose from the ground. "I was just avoiding conflict."

"More like you got scared." Sting said, which earned a shove from Rogue.

"It's okay, that was a scary looking thing. You saved us."

"Not that we needed sav- Ow stop hitting me!" (Y/n) stifled a laugh at their antics before looking around. They landed towards a couple of openings, looking around there's about 5 in total. (Y/n) isn't sure how to navigate the area when Sting, as Sting does, takes initiative and with no hesitation walks down a random corridor. (Y/n) couldn't tell you how he made this brilliant judgment but she made no move to argue and followed immediately.

"There's something down here." Rogue notes as he's following behind (Y/n). They walk in a single file line down the corridors, as that's about as much space they have to work with. Sting nods as he looks back at the two, as if confirming why he went there in the first place.

"Great, some actual helpful information. Think it has anything to do with Frankenstein's monster?"

"It's smell is around here, along with..." Sting trails off as he comes to a stop. (Y/n) almost crashed into his back at the abrupt motion and tried looking around him. The corridor opens up, not a lot but into a much wider area.

"Along with..?" (Y/n) prompts not really seeing, hearing, or smelling anything like her two teammates do.

"People." Rogue supplies. Glancing behind them warily.

"Cultists..? Great, more trouble."

"I don't think they're here now though." Sting eventually clears, and he walks in. (Y/n) and Rogue follow swiftly afterwards and the room looks, well, exactly how one would imagine a cult-like room to look. Old dusty books, some magic circles here and there, papers upon papers (Y/n) has a feeling she's gonna have to look at. With a sigh she makes a beeline right towards a stack and sifts through them, stuffing what feels important in her bag and tossing everything else aside.

Soon enough she felt she got more than enough and looked to her companions. Rogue looks oddly interested in, what looks like, a journal. Sting took a seat against one of the walls, looking a little worse for wear. He catches (Y/n)'s eyes and she looks away, then looks back. The silence with the occasional shuffle noise feels loud as they seemingly got locked into a staring contest. Eventually (Y/n) narrows her eyes and walks toward him, crouching beside him.

"I look so good that you had to come over?"

"You actually look awful." (Y/n) simply states, as she puts her hand on Sting's forward. He pouts at the comment but doesn't move when she checks his forehead. "What, one little dog and you're out of the fight?"

"I seem to recall you standing back in terror." Sting says, grabbing (Y/n)'s hand at the comment. She lets her fall limp as she fixes a glare on him. Then she switches to her other hand, using the back of it to feel his cheek. He groans before meeting her eyes and dropping her wrist. "I'm fine, and if that thing comes back I'll can it this time."

"No. No, It's weird and- and gross and, we should avoid it until we know more."

"Aww are you worried about me?"

"Yeah because if you die Rogue is gonna die trying to save you," (Y/n) says and glances at said person who dug their head further into the book at the mention. "Then I’ll be alone. And maybe I’d prefer you two alive.”

"Well I wouldn't worry then because I feel fine."

It didn't look like Sting was going to allow anymore discussion on it so (Y/n) huffed but let it go. She made her way to Rogue, trying to see what he had his face stuck in. Leaning over his shoulder she tries to read the book or journal rather. It was hard to make out anything from the chicken scratch penmanship it was written in.

"Can you even read that?" Rogue chuckled at the question and spared a glance her way.

"I actually can. It's notes about the demon we're looking for."

"Really? What's it say."

"Well," Rogue glances at Sting, slightly grimacing at the sight. "Nothing good."

(Y/n) frowns, and was about to ask him to clarify when he lifted his hand up to silence her. She looked at him questioningly then noticed whatever scared him put Sting on edge as well. (Y/n) sighed before taking the journal from Rogue and stuffing it in her bag, he made no resistance as he stared at one of the entrances. She then moved to Sting and helped him stand, not that he needed it but he didn't object that much anyways.

"One of you mind letting me in on our impending doom."

"It's the thing from earlier." Sting said bitterly.

"It's probably tracking us."

"Oh, that's not horrifying. Okay that's our cue to leave. Which way."

Rogue looks around as if contemplating but Sting cuts him off before he could finish. Signaling to one of the left entrances. Then they were on the way again, trying to shuffle through a narrow hallway with no space. It was harder this time with (Y/n) supporting Sting who felt like he was getting heavier. Definitely not fine, the punk ass liar.

"You know I'm not that strong, you got the wrong wizard for that."

"I never said I needed help anyways."

"But you clearly do. Rogue, be a dear and take him."

Rogue makes no objection or comment as he wordlessly takes (Y/n)'s place, Sting on the other hand grumbled the entire time. Handing Sting off she takes the lead and starts booking it down the tunnel, looking for an exit somewhere. It's been way too long since (Y/n)'s seen the light of day and honestly she's starting to miss it. she gets to a fork in the road and thinks for a moment before going, fuck it Right is always right, and runs down that way. Maybe waiting for the two with a keen sense of smell would've been wiser, if the shouts she heard coming from them were any indication. Running into 3 cloaked tall individuals set off some red alerts but hey, what are you gonna do?

"(Y/n) stop! We smell people!"

"Thanks, I hadn't noticed." (Y/n) grumbled as they prepared to jump her. Well, one at a time. Not wasting another second (Y/n) moved first jumping the one on the right and phasing through the floor. She dropped him into another tunnel below and pushed herself back up where Sting and Rogue were already fighting. Sting holding out pretty well for someone looking seconds from passing out.

"Tag me in Sting!"

"I'm doing fine!"

"Great but I dropped mine and we need to talk to one of them." (Y/n) said and Sting seemed fine with that answer as he backed off. The goon was confused for a moment and by the time he turned around it was too late. With some focus and sheer will, (Y/n) phased his bottom half into the ground, trapping him in place.

"Woah, nice."

"Hey I make do for myself with our modern day magic." (Y/n) hums. Rogue walks to them, his guy nowhere to be seen and (Y/n) wasn't about to ask.

"So we should probably make this quick if that thing, like you said, is still tracking us."

"What effects does the creature's toxin have on a person." Rogue asked quickly, crouching down in an attempt to intimidate. (Y/n) and Sting's head snaps towards Rogue, they repeat the toxin in confusion.

"I don't know what you're-" Rogue's posture darkened in a way that even scared (Y/n). "Okay, I don't really know, honest! We're still testing it but it weakens and in some cases paralysis."

"Paralysis?!" (Y/n) looks to Sting who's paling at the words. She immediately goes to steady him, jabbing him in the side for downplaying his condition.

"What do you know about this demon you're trying to unleash."

"We already unleashed it!"

A silence falls over the room, if (Y/n) wasn't focusing so hard on stabilizing Sting she might've fallen over too. Her legs felt weak at the thought. The trapped guy starts laughing, as though he already won.

"Yeah, and that 'creature' is only one of many. It's the demon's loyal minions and if it's caught your scent it won't stop until it kills you!"

"How do we get out?"

"You're too late, you can feel it can't you. It's close." (Y/n) grimaces, looking at Rogue who's maintained a stony gaze this entire time. An eerie kind of calm, like he was gonna burst any second. He comes over to (Y/n) and grabs Sting.

"We need to go. Now." Rogue states and he walks off, (Y/n) following as she wonders if she ever signed off her will. The speed they're walking isn't nearly fast enough for the ominous warning they were just given.

"Do we have a plan? Obviously running isn't gonna cut it. We need to regroup or hide until they can find us."

Rogue stops and (Y/n) nearly runs into his back. As she tries to peer over at him, it looks like he's searching. Like he's trying to find something which confuses (Y/n). He eventually turns to (Y/n) and pushes Sting into her arms. She takes him easily, deciding on just looping her arms under his for the moment. She takes a second to look at him, and he looks awful actually. He's sweating and even though he's clearly awake it's like he's on autopilot, not focusing on the world around him. It scares (Y/n).

"You see this wall, about 7 meters that way is a closed off cave. Not connected to this one, maybe a place we can hide and recuperate. Can you take Sting there."

"And you?" (Y/n) asks as she nods immediately, looking at the rock she's gonna be intimately acquainted with soon enough.

"I'll meet you there."

With that Rogue disappears into a shadow and (Y/n) wastes no time in following. She shifts Sting in his arms and softly tells him what she's about to do. She takes his shallow groan as a green light and goes for it. She finds the cave Rogue was talking about soon enough and she crashes through the wall with Sting in hand. Rogue rushes forward to catch the two and (Y/n) moves to gently place Sting down. She whispers soft apologies as he starts coughing for air, it was risky to phase in his state but they had too.

"He's gonna be okay."

Rogue says beside her and she can't tell if he's trying to convince her or himself. She gives him a hesitant nod as she moves aside, standing up. Sting seems to fall into something like sleep and (Y/n) looks at Rogue with distress.

"Okay this has officially gotten out of hand, we're a man down. Now it's only one idiot and a fairy."

"Idiot..?"

"Yeah it was you two dummy's, who thought coming in here alone was a bright idea!" (Y/n) snapped looking up at Rogue who just looked at her sadly. She sighs and drops her arm and head sluggishly. "I'm sorry, I'm just stressed."

"I know."

(Y/n) notices Rogue taking a step towards her which he then hesitates on. (Y/n) figures she knows what he was going for and she'd never deny a hug. She slowly walks towards him, raising her arms a bit to make her intentions clear and Rogue just opens his in response, inviting her in. She holds him loosely and he reciprocates just as softly, it's nice and reassuring. A comfortable silence falls over them and (Y/n) starts running solutions through her mind. She's pulled out of it when Rogue sets a hand on her head. She looks up at him at the touch.

"I can feel you getting anxious. It'll be fine, we'll think of something."

"I know..."

They pull apart a moment later, not wanting to waste anymore time and Rogue says he's going to try and find an exit via shadow travel. They'll stay connected with (Y/n)'s telepathy and off he goes. (Y/n) finds herself back at Sting's side and she sets his head down on her lap to make him feel more comfortable. She leans her head against the wall and focuses on extending her telepathy reach wanting to find someone, anyone. Mostly her guildmates, she really misses them.

"Hey, looks like I'm not the only one who looks awful." Sting says, surprising (Y/n) since she thought he drifted off to sleep. He shifts a bit in her lap before peering up at her.

"What's wrong, can't sleep?"

"It's not because I'm uncomfortable. Well, the rock floor is uncomfortable, your lap is very nice though."

"Honestly not the compliment you think it is."

"Sorry, I take it back then."

"It's too late, I'm soft. Can't wait to tell people that one of the perks of dating me is I'm a soft cushion."

"It is a perk actually. Definitely something we look for in a girl." (Y/n) scoffs at his response looking at a wall and softly shaking her head. It doesn't last long, her face falls again as she looks at his weak state.

"Hey, I'm tougher than I look. I mean I held myself well in a fight against Natsu, that's impressive isn't it."

"Ha! That's not how Natsu tells it. He says he wiped the floor with you and Rogue."

"I guess that's not entirely wrong. But it was a back and forth situation. He tell you we can unleash our dragon force on will? I mean, he can't even do that." Sting grumbles out which (Y/n) laughs at even more.

"Yes, yes. That's very impressive." (Y/n) tells him, running her hands gently through his hair. It surprised him at first but he starts to lean into it and (Y/n) suppresses a giggle at how cute that is. He starts to drift off and (Y/n) tells him to rest. It doesn't take him long to sleep and (Y/n) decides to check up on Rogue once she's sure he's catching Zs.

How's it looking Rouge?

Like a maze. When you phased us you took us deeper into the cave system. There's ravines in here. (Y/n) is starting to regret pulling them down. The chances of them getting out feels slimer by the second.

(Y/n) sighs, Falling down a pit doesn't sound too bad right now.

Exactly why it's not an option.

Rude. (Y/n) decides to leave the conversation and continue searching for who's nearby. She had about already given up hope on finding anyone that way. That's why it was very surprising when Lucy's voice entered her mind. She sat up straighter at the find and immediately tried to communicate.

Lucy?! Where are you? (Y/n) can feel there's other people around her but decided she's just going to focus on talking to Lucy for now. Thankfully she doesn't take long to respond.

(Y/n)? What- Where are you? You totally disappeared on us. We've been worried sick.

I'm stuck in a cave system with Sting and Rogue. He's trying to find a way out now but it's a maze down here.

Caves you say. I know exactly who to call for this. Don't you worry (Y/n), just sit tight. We'll get you out of there.

(Y/n) leaves her at that, sighing in relief. Finally letting herself relax, her friends found her. She'll be safe now. If Lucy's so sure she can get them out, it's a safe bet she's going to pull Virgo out. Sting looks at her questioningly, having woken up when she tensed and (Y/n) merely shushes him as she goes to tell Rogue to head back.

"They're not here yet?" Rogue asks once he returns.

"We have no idea how deep we are or what trouble they might've run into, but don't worry. They'll be here."

"Aren't you just saying that because they're your guildmates."

"Because I'm their guildmate, I Know that they keep their promises."

(Y/n) has to refrain from doing a victory dance when a familiar drilling sound makes its way to their ears. Soon enough a hole is made in the roof of the cave and (Y/n) gently stands up with Sting in his hands.

"Virgo! It's so good to see you."

"It's so good to see you as well miss (Y/n)."

A couple other voices make their way through the tunnel. Not ones that (Y/n) immediately recognizes but Sting does. She can feel him tense up in her arms and when she looks at Rogue he has a similar reaction. Then two cats fly through the roof, the red one crashing into Rogue in tears. (Y/n) would've tried to catch them but Sting doesn't seem to care so she leaves him. A green one in a Pink suit does the same to Rogue and (Y/n) smiles at the cute scene. She walks up to the hole and turns to Virgo.

"Who else is here?"

"Just Princess Lucy, Miss Wendy, and Miss Carla."

"Wendy's there? Oh that couldn't be more perfect. Can you help me up there Virgo?" (Y/n) says excitedly. Everything seemed to be falling in place for the better. Virgo nods at (Y/n)'s request with a simple, of course, and takes (Y/n) up the tunnel with ease. At the top she sees the three aforementioned girls look at her with relief and joy. Wendy immediately runs forward to hug her which (Y/n) easily reciprocates. When she pulls away she gives Lucy a similar hug and can't help but to tell them how much she missed them.

"Oh as much fun as it was to spend an afternoon with the famous Dragon Duo, oh how I missed my girls."

Lucy and Wendy giggle at her and (Y/n) remembers she's not done yet. After giving Lucy some enthusiastic 'thank you's that the girl brushes off she turns to Wendy to inform her of the situation. Virgo goes back down to check on the boys and (Y/n) sits back down as she explains.

"So one of the demon's minions is this weird dog-like creature. And it apparently has a toxin on it that's affected Sting. I was hoping you could help him, Wendy, he isn't looking so good."

"Oh of course! What are his symptoms looking like, how is he now?"

Before (Y/n) could say more said boys were brought up, Sting immediately sat down next to (Y/n) and dramatically leaned against her.

"A bit rude of you to leave your injured friend by himself."

"You weren't by yourself, you had Rogue with you and I was busy finding you a doctor." Sting turns to Wendy as (Y/n) gestured to her. He gives her a soft smile and a little wave. Lector had buried himself into Sting's side. Wendy smiles at her fellow dragon slayer and quickly moves to help him.

"You could be worse. I think I can deal with this, don't worry Mr. Sting."

"Sting is just fine." He says as she comes up to him. (Y/n) moves to give Wendy space and stands to the side. Finding herself beside Rogue and Frosch. The latter greets her as soon as she sidles up beside them.

"Well, looks like you were right Rogue." He looks at her a little confused by her words. She looks up at him with a smile. "Everything turned out alright."

"Yeah, it did."

"Now we just have to worry about this demon, his other minions, the fact that one of them is tracking us even now, and then go home and celebrate."

"Well, I think we can handle it." (Y/n) looks at him incredulously at those words before dramatically gesturing to Sting who's still sat down on the floor. Little grunts of pain coming out of him every now and then.

"We barely survived this time, where the hell did this confidence come from."

"We're gonna come back stronger next time." Sting chirps up from the ground. He sticks his fist out in confidence which causes Wendy to push him back down. He whimpers at the impact and (Y/n) can't help shaking her head at the two.

"And this is why we're the Two Idiots and the fairy."

"Our fairy." Sting corrects which causes Carla and Lucy to look at (Y/n) for an explanation. Her face flushes red and she avoids their stare. She jabs Rogue who looks offended, ‘I wasn't the one who said it,’ He mumbles.

"Fine. The Two Idiots and their Fairy."

See, thank you! Finally someone who sees Brahms the way I do! Thank you for the awsome stories (the community) though😂 😏

Brahms definitely does not know what sex is, he's been in the walls since he was a child I highly doubt there was much sex education at all.

Thomas has definitely heard of it but since his family is the religious type to say grace before every meal I doubt he knows much, no sex before marriage y'know.

Michael knows what sex is, ffucking obviously, he just hates it, he thinks he's better than that but he's not.

Billy. Billy knows.

😂

I had to post about Chongyun because he makes me giggle every time I watch this part

Everyone else: 😑😑😑

Chongyun: 🤨😒😑

PLEASE HE'S SO ADORABLE. HE DIDN'T GET THE MEMO IMMEDIATELY. He's like wait we're annoyed?? I mean yeah we're annoyed!