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Yungi x Reader

Summary: you, yunho and mingi are enjoying a must have getaway at a villa after their tour

Setting: Secluded luxury villa on a tropical island

Warning: Kinks/Themes: Dom Yunho, Dom Mingi, teasing, edging, submission, tension, playful control, overstimulating, exhibitionism, cumming inside, video recording, restraint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, possession, and vacation heat

Genre: S M U T

Heatwave Fantasy

The sound of waves crashing wasn’t nearly as distracting as Yunho’s gaze.

You lay sprawled across the outdoor lounge chair, wearing the tiniest bikini you'd dared to pack. Sun warming your skin. Drink in hand. The private villa behind you was quiet, save for the gentle clink of ice in a glass and the low rustle of palm leaves.

But the heat? It wasn’t coming from the sun.

It was coming from Mingi’s lips pressed just behind your ear earlier when he whispered, “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” It was in Yunho’s voice this morning, low and amused as he told you, “Don’t think we didn’t notice how needy you looked last night.”

And now they were watching.

Mingi, shirtless, sprawled in the pool with the water beading off his chest. Yunho, legs spread on a cushioned lounger, sunglasses perched low on his nose, lazily tracing your body with his eyes like he already owned it.

You shifted, thighs pressing together.

“Mm-mm,” Yunho murmured, and your gaze snapped to him.

That smile.

“Keep your legs open, baby,” he said smoothly, voice wrapped in velvet and warning.

Mingi’s voice floated over the water. “Or we’ll have to help you remember your manners.”

Your breath caught.

They were teasing you—like they had been all trip. Gentle brushes of fingers under dinner tables. Heated stares across rooms. Whispered promises they hadn’t quite fulfilled yet. They were stretching it out. Testing you. Letting the tension simmer.

And you were so close to snapping.

You wet your lips, the heat pooling low in your belly. “I’m just sunbathing,” you said innocently.

Yunho chuckled, low and deep. “And we’re just watching. Isn’t that right, Mingi?”

“Watching her squirm,” Mingi replied with a smirk, wading to the edge of the pool. Water dripping down his toned chest, hair pushed back, he looked like every sinful daydream you’d ever had. “How long do you think she can last?”

Yunho tilted his head. “Oh, she’s already shaking. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, but said nothing.

That was your mistake.

In one slow, deliberate motion, Yunho stood, towering over you. The air shifted.

Playtime was over.

“You’ve been such a good girl all week…” His fingers traced up your thigh, featherlight. “Obeying. Letting us build you up. Letting us play.”

You whimpered as his hand slid higher, teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms, but not quite touching where you needed him.

Mingi’s voice came from behind you now—he’d moved fast, stealthy and quiet. “But we’ve decided…” You felt his breath on your neck. “You’ve earned a reward.”

Yunho leaned down, so close his lips brushed yours without kissing. “Or maybe just a taste.”

Your body trembled.

Surrounded. Trapped. Owned.

And they hadn’t even touched you yet.

Yunho’s lips ghosted yours, but still didn’t give you the satisfaction of a kiss.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he murmured, fingers curling around your jaw to tilt your face up. “Look at you. Fucking trembling.”

Behind you, Mingi’s fingers slid into your hair, gripping just enough to make you gasp. “She’s soaked,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. “Dripping through her bikini. Filthy little thing.”

“Desperate.” Yunho’s voice was a low growl now. “And we haven’t even started.”

Your breath came in shaky gasps as Yunho sank to his knees in front of your chair. He pushed your legs apart—slowly, deliberately—and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side.

You could’ve cried from the relief of cool air finally hitting your swollen folds.

“She’s shaking,” Mingi said behind you, his voice full of dark amusement. “Should we make her beg?”

“She’ll do it,” Yunho said calmly, his gaze locked between your legs. “Won’t you, baby?”

You nodded too quickly. “Please… please touch me. I need it—”

Mingi clicked his tongue. “Need what?”

“I need you,” you gasped. “Both of you.”

That was enough.

Yunho’s mouth descended, tongue flattening against your clit in a single, devastating lick. You arched, nearly crying out, but Mingi’s hand clamped over your mouth from behind.

“Shhh,” he cooed, lips curling against your cheek. “You don’t want the staff to hear how much of a needy little slut you are, do you?”

Yunho licked again—slow, deliberate. He knew you were close already. Your thighs were trembling. Your hips lifted to chase every movement of his tongue.

But just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled back.

“No—” you whined, desperate and humiliated.

“No?” Mingi echoed. “No what?”

“Please,” you breathed. “Don’t stop—please, I was so close.”

Yunho licked his lips, sitting back on his heels. “Exactly. That’s the point.”

“You don’t get to come,” Mingi said, wrapping a hand around your throat and tilting your head so you had to look at him. “Not until we say so. Understand?”

You whimpered, nodding.

“Good girl,” he purred, and it went straight to your core.

The next thing you knew, they were pulling you up—Yunho grabbing your wrists and leading you inside the villa. You barely had time to catch your breath before you were being bent over the bed, arms bound gently behind your back with a soft tie Yunho must’ve pulled from the suitcase.

“Such a pretty little toy,” Yunho muttered, stroking a hand down your spine.

Mingi stepped in front of you, pants already undone, cock heavy and flushed. He gripped himself and tapped the head against your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed instantly, and he slid into your mouth with a hiss of approval.

Behind you, Yunho spread your legs wider, bare hands gripping your ass cheeks before delivering a firm slap that made you moan around Mingi’s cock.

“You like being used like this?” Yunho growled, kneeling behind you, his fingers dipping back into your soaked core. “Soaking wet, mouth full, ass up…”

Mingi thrust slowly into your throat, one hand tangled in your hair, controlling your pace. “She’s fucking addicted to it. Aren’t you, baby?”

You tried to nod, but your mouth was too full.

Yunho pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy and smeared them across your inner thigh. “You want to come?” he asked, voice deadly calm.

You nodded frantically, moaning around Mingi.

“Too bad.”

He slid his cock into you without warning, thick and slow and deep. You gasped around Mingi, every nerve ending lighting up.

The rhythm was merciless.

Mingi fucked your mouth while Yunho fucked your pussy, both of them in perfect sync, taking their time, controlling every inch of your body.

And every time you got close?

They stopped.

Yunho pulled out and slapped your ass. Mingi slowed his pace to a teasing grind.

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“Aw,” Mingi mocked gently, thumb brushing your wet cheek. “She’s crying. You poor thing.”

“You want to come so bad, don’t you?” Yunho growled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your back. “Beg for it.”

Your voice cracked. “Please, please let me come—I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, please—”

They shared a glance. Something dark passed between them.

And then Yunho slammed into you again, this time relentless. Mingi fucked your throat faster, groaning as your walls clenched.

“Now,” Yunho growled. “Fucking come. Now.”

You shattered.

The orgasm tore through you like fire, your body writhing, bound hands pulling against the tie, mouth filled with Mingi’s cock as you sobbed around him. You felt Mingi twitch, curse, and spill down your throat just as Yunho groaned and came deep inside you.

You collapsed, boneless.

Used. Owned. Completely wrecked.

Mingi pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest while Yunho untied your wrists and kissed the raw marks from the restraint.

“You did so well,” Yunho murmured against your temple. “Our perfect little toy.”

“Don’t think we’re done with you yet,” Mingi added, brushing your hair back. “The night’s still young.”

And just like that, you knew you wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

Hours later, the villa was bathed in the soft golden light of dusk, waves lapping the shore like a lullaby.

But inside the bedroom?

There was nothing soft about what was happening…

You were naked, blindfolded, arms bound above your head to the bedframe with soft cuffs Yunho had pulled from the bottom of his suitcase. Your legs were spread, ankles tied to the corners of the bed. Vulnerable. Exposed. Perfect.

Between your thighs, a small vibrator buzzed steadily against your soaked clit, held in place by a tight harness. It had been on low for almost fifteen minutes now—just enough to make your body writhe in the restraints, but not enough to push you over again.

“You’ve already come twice today,” Yunho said, voice calm and cruel from somewhere near your ear. “And you will again.”

“And again,” Mingi added, dragging the flat of his palm across your thigh. “Until you cry for it to stop. And then maybe once more.”

You moaned, voice wrecked, body flushed pink with heat and sweat. You were overstimulated, but desperate, needy in a way that only they could get you.

Mingi chuckled darkly. “She’s such a mess already. Did you hear that whimper?”

Yunho leaned in, his hand wrapping around your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath catch. “You like this, baby? All tied up, stuffed full of vibrations, waiting for our cocks?”

You gasped as Mingi tugged the toy harness slightly tighter, pressing the vibrator harder into your aching clit.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice thick.

“Y-yes,” you cried. “I love it. I love being your toy.”

“That’s what I thought,” Yunho growled.

And then it all snapped.

Mingi straddled your chest, sliding his cock between your lips again, groaning as you wrapped them around him. His hand fisted in your hair, guiding your pace. Rough. Deep.

Yunho knelt between your legs, slid two fingers into your drenched core and pumped them slowly, watching your body twitch and jolt under the relentless buzz of the toy.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” he muttered. “All for us.”

Then, you felt it—cold metal.

The click of a new toy being prepped.

You whimpered around Mingi as Yunho pressed a second, smaller vibrator inside you. He didn’t turn it on… just yet.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Yunho said. “You’re going to take everything. My cock, Mingi’s cock, and both toys. No safeword, no stopping unless you can’t speak it. Understand?”

You gasped around Mingi, nodding quickly.

“Color?” Mingi grunted.

“Green,” you managed, even with your mouth full.

“Good fucking girl,” Yunho growled—and turned the second vibrator on.

You screamed around Mingi’s cock, your whole body jerking as the sensation doubled. You couldn’t escape. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Every nerve was on fire.

Tears streamed from under your blindfold as Yunho spread your thighs wider and replaced the toy with his cock, thick and slow at first, then brutal.

The way he fucked you—hips snapping, one hand still around your throat, the other pinning your hip—was feral.

“Take it,” he growled. “You’re ours. You take every fucking inch.”

Mingi slid out of your mouth to give you air and slapped your cheek gently. “Look at her. Ruined. You gonna cry for us again, baby?”

You sobbed through another orgasm—one that crested violently with both vibrators buzzing against and inside you, Yunho pounding into your soaked pussy, and Mingi twisting your nipples just to hear you beg.

You shattered. Again. And again.

“Fucking hell,” Yunho groaned. “She’s clenching so tight—she wants me to come in her.”

“Do it,” Mingi growled. “Fill her up.”

And Yunho did.

He came deep, hips jerking, his moan guttural in your ear. The moment he pulled out, Mingi slid into your used hole, cock hard and ready.

“Still so warm,” he breathed, fucking into you hard, fast, merciless. “I’m not stopping. I’m gonna fuck you until you pass out.”

Your whole body was shaking. Skin slick. Blindfold soaked with tears. You could barely speak, barely breathe—but you loved it. Every overstimulated second of it.

Mingi’s hand wrapped in your hair as he came with a shout, burying himself deep and staying there, panting, keeping you full.

No one moved.

You were cock-warmed, cum-dripping, and shaking in the aftermath.

“Color?” Yunho asked gently, stroking your hair, voice soft again.

You swallowed thickly. “Green.”

Mingi kissed your jaw. “God, you’re insane.”

“She’s ours,” Yunho whispered. “And she took it all like a fucking goddess.”

Your limbs felt like they were floating.

Not weightless — more like you were tethered to something warm, something grounding. Your body ached in the most exquisite ways, skin tingling with aftershocks, lips swollen from kissing and moaning and being owned.

The toys were gone. The cuffs were off. But your body still trembled from the memory of them.

Mingi had carried you to the bathtub while Yunho ran it — warm water with eucalyptus bubbles, soft music still playing low in the background, as if the villa had decided to cradle all three of you in peace now that the storm had passed.

You leaned back against Mingi’s chest in the tub, your thighs resting on either side of his, his arms circled protectively around your waist. He kissed the side of your neck lazily, like he couldn’t not touch you. Like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

Yunho was beside the tub, crouched down, a warm cloth in hand, gently wiping between your legs, careful, reverent.

“You did so good, baby,” he said softly. “So fucking good for us.”

You let out a breathless sound, halfway between a sigh and a whimper, and Mingi shushed you with a kiss behind your ear.

“She’s still floaty,” Mingi murmured. “But she’s glowing.”

Yunho smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s because she knows who she belongs to.”

You nodded faintly, letting your head fall to Mingi’s shoulder, lips parting as Yunho’s hand dipped into the water and gently cupped your inner thigh.

“I know it was a lot,” he murmured, voice low and smooth like melted chocolate. “But you were fucking perfect, baby. Brave, obedient, greedy. Everything we love about you.”

“I couldn’t stop if I tried,” you whispered. “You make me… need it.”

Mingi chuckled, voice low against your wet skin. “That’s ‘cause you’re our good girl. Made for us.”

They washed you slowly, took turns massaging conditioner into your hair, trailing kisses down your shoulders, caressing your thighs. Not sexual, not yet. But charged. Full of an undercurrent that promised more.

Later, they tucked you into bed between them, naked and warm, their bodies pressing into yours like a safety net.

Mingi curled behind you, spooning you close with his big hand splayed over your belly, occasionally dragging his fingers lightly up and down your skin. Yunho faced you, brushing your damp hair from your forehead, studying your eyes like he was still making sure you were okay.

“You’re ours,” he murmured. “And tomorrow? We’re not letting you out of this bed.”

Your pulse jumped.

“Maybe we’ll fuck you slow,” Mingi whispered into your hair. “Make you come so many times you forget what day it is.”

“Or maybe,” Yunho smirked, “we won’t let you come at all until nighttime.”

You whined softly, shifting between them.

“Shh,” Yunho hushed, kissing you softly, deeply. “Go to sleep. We’ll take care of you in the morning.”

And god, they would.

The Next Morning

You woke slowly.

The air in the room was thick with warmth, the scent of sex still lingering faintly on the sheets. Your body was sore in the best way — thighs tender, lips swollen, between your legs slick and sensitive.

And between your legs… was a hand.

Gentle. Stroking. Testing.

Your breath hitched before your eyes even opened, and you heard Yunho’s voice, low and amused.

“There she is,” he murmured, his fingers grazing your folds lazily. “Thought we might have fucked the consciousness out of you last night.”

Mingi’s chest was pressed to your back, his morning-hard cock nestled against your ass, arm slung possessively around your waist. His lips grazed your shoulder.

“She’s wet already,” he said, half a groan. “So needy, even when she’s sleeping.”

You gasped softly as Yunho slid two fingers inside you — slowly, tenderly, like he was petting you from the inside. Not enough to make you come. Just enough to keep you on the edge.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips, slow and deep. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Mingi rolled his hips against you, his voice like thunder and honey. “You wanna be full again, huh?”

You nodded sleepily, dazed and desperate. “Please…”

Yunho’s voice dropped. “You wanna warm me up with that pretty pussy?”

Your whimper was all the answer he needed.

He moved between your legs slowly, easing his cock inside you with care, the stretch delicious, hot and perfect. You moaned as he filled you to the hilt and stayed there, buried deep, unmoving.

“Stay still,” he warned, gripping your hip.

And then they waited.

Mingi kissed your neck, letting his fingers tease your nipples, grazing your skin like fire.

Yunho just watched you squirm, his cock pulsing inside you, his hands on your thighs.

“You love being stuffed full first thing in the morning, don’t you?” he whispered.

You whimpered, clenching around him. “Yunho… please…”

But he just smirked. “Not yet. You don’t beg like you need it.”

Mingi’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind, gently, lovingly. “Then beg.”

“I—please, I need it,” you gasped. “Need you both. Need to be used, fucked, ruined—”

That was it.

Yunho’s restraint snapped.

He grabbed your thighs, lifted your hips, and began thrusting hard, deep, slamming into your soaked heat with an intensity that made your vision blur.

Mingi moved behind you, grabbing the cuffs from the nightstand and locking your wrists together over your head, kissing you like a man starved before sitting back to watch you get destroyed.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he muttered, stroking his cock lazily as Yunho fucked you like he owned every inch.

“Open your mouth,” Yunho growled.

You obeyed.

He spat into it.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

He reached down, pressing his thumb to your clit as he pounded you, watching your face contort in pure, helpless pleasure.

Mingi’s voice was low and thick. “You close already, baby?”

“Y-yes—!”

Yunho stopped.

You screamed.

“No,” he said simply, pulling out. “Not yet.”

Mingi took his place without missing a beat, sliding into your soaked, needy hole while Yunho sat back beside you, rubbing your clit cruelly slow.

You thrashed, body quaking, completely at their mercy again.

“You’re gonna come when we say,” Yunho said softly, gripping your chin. “And when you do… it’ll be so fucking hard, you won’t remember your name.”

Mingi was relentless, cock hitting deep, hips slapping yours while his hand came down—smack—on your ass.

Yunho leaned down to kiss you, and you gasped into his mouth as Mingi growled, “Now.”

You came so violently, your body arched off the bed, screams muffled against Yunho’s lips as Mingi held you down and fucked you through it, cock twitching, spilling into you seconds later.

Both of them collapsed against you, panting.

The room was soaked in morning light and the scent of sex and satisfaction.

Yunho kissed your shoulder. “Still breathing?”

Barely.

Mingi chuckled and kissed your neck. “Round three’s after breakfast.”

You were wrapped in Mingi’s oversized shirt, your thighs still sticky and trembling from earlier, while Yunho stood behind you, helping you reach for coffee mugs even though you could get them yourself.

“Still sore?” he asked, kissing your shoulder as he handed you the sugar.

You shot him a look. “What do you think?”

Mingi laughed from the counter, shirtless, leaning over a pan of scrambled eggs like he hadn’t just been inside you an hour ago.

“I think you like it.”

You grumbled, cheeks flushing, even as Yunho pressed you against the counter with his hips, just enough to remind you he was still hard.

“Mingi,” you warned playfully, “keep teasing and I’m spitting in your eggs.”

He snorted. “Baby, that’s only gonna make me harder.”

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach fluttered. The way they could switch from ruthless and rough to this—light teasing, stolen kisses, brushing fingers as they moved around you like you were gravity itself—it made your chest ache with affection.

Breakfast was loud and cozy. They both fed you bites from their forks, and Yunho wiped a bit of honey from your lip with his thumb, slipping it into your mouth as Mingi watched with heat behind his sleepy eyes.

You were never going to survive this trip.

*Shower Scene*

You had barely stepped into the rainfall shower when warm, tattooed hands found your hips and pressed you forward.

“Still feel us dripping out of you?” Mingi whispered against your ear, his cock already nudging your ass.

You moaned, body tensing.

“Good,” Yunho said, sliding in front of you, hands cradling your face. “Let’s get you messy again.”

They kissed you together — Mingi behind, kissing your nape, your shoulders, whispering filth — and Yunho in front, devouring your mouth with slow, deep hunger.

The water beats down on your back as Yunho dropped to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs with his shoulders and licking up your folds, slow and greedy.

Mingi held you up from behind, hands massaging your breasts while Yunho tongue-fucked you like a man starved, the sound of your gasps echoing off the tiles.

“Oh my—fuck, Yunho—”

He looked up with a smirk, lips and chin glistening. “Want more?”

Before you could answer, Mingi spun you around, pressing your chest to the wall. You felt his cock glide between your soaked thighs, his breath ragged.

“Want me to fuck you with Yunho’s spit still on your pussy?” he growled.

You whimpered, nodding frantically.

He slid in deep and fucked you rough — water cascading over your skin, your palms flat on the tile, body rocking against the wall as Mingi pounded into you.

Yunho kissed your back, his hand coming between your legs to circle your clit while Mingi thrust hard and fast.

“Such a good girl,” Yunho whispered. “Taking both of us, over and over. Filthy little thing.”

You came with a scream, body clenching tight around Mingi’s cock as he growled, grinding deeper, filling you again with a low moan.

They didn’t move for a minute.

Steam clouded the glass.

The three of you stayed tangled like that — Mingi still inside you, Yunho stroking your hips, mouths brushing skin and sharing breaths.

Yunho finally chuckled. “Think she’ll survive one more night?”

Mingi pressed a kiss to your spine. “Only if we let her rest.”

You whimpered. They didn’t exactly say yes.

The sun was setting outside the villa windows, casting the room in golden warmth.

You were naked and trembling, wrists tied above your head to the headboard, thighs strapped apart with soft leather cuffs that kept you completely open, soaked and throbbing, unable to move an inch.

Yunho and Mingi were sitting at the foot of the bed, still clothed — and far too calm for the utter madness they were about to unleash on you.

Yunho’s eyes were dark, amused. “She doesn’t even realize what we’re doing yet.”

“Oh, I think she does,” Mingi said, loosening his sweatpants, his cock already half-hard. “She’s practically dripping.”

You whined, tugging at the restraints. “Please, I—I want—”

“Ah.” Yunho raised a hand, silencing you instantly. “No touching. No begging. No coming.”

His voice dropped an octave. “You’re going to watch. That’s it.”

Your breath caught as Mingi sat back against the pillows, pulled his cock out fully, and began stroking himself slow. Long, languid strokes, his head tipped back, hair falling into his eyes, a little smirk on his lips as he looked at you.

Yunho stripped off his shirt, watching you the entire time, then stood beside the bed, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free himself.

And then he started too.

Two gorgeous, dominant men — stroking themselves for you — while you were bound and dripping and desperate, unable to do anything but watch.

Yunho let out a soft groan, thumb swiping across the head of his cock, spreading precum. “Look at her,” he muttered. “So needy.”

“She’s trying not to come just from this,” Mingi teased, speeding up a little, abs flexing. “That pretty little pussy’s clenching around nothing.”

You gasped, squirming, thighs trembling in their restraints. Your nipples were hard, aching, your entire body a livewire of need.

Yunho moved closer, stroking himself right in front of your face, just out of reach.

“You want this?” he asked, voice low and thick.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Please, I—”

His hand gripped your chin, hard enough to still you. “Not yet.”

He turned to Mingi. “Let’s finish. But don’t touch her.”

Mingi’s smirk was wicked. “She’s gonna lose her mind.”

They kissed — slow and filthy, hands still working their cocks — and you watched with wide, glassy eyes, thighs shaking, cunt dripping. Yunho bit Mingi’s lip and growled, “Come for me.”

Mingi groaned, back arching as he came all over his abs, breathing ragged. Seconds later, Yunho followed, his moan deep and rough, cum painting his hand.

You were panting, chest heaving, so close to the edge it hurt.

They looked at you like wolves eyeing prey.

Yunho leaned in, dragging a finger down your inner thigh, just skimming the heat of you.

“Still haven’t let you come yet,” he said softly. “How do you feel?”

You whimpered. “Ruined.”

Mingi came up beside you, wiping his chest with a towel, his voice teasing and cruel. “Good.”

Yunho’s eyes glittered. “Now we really play.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before the blindfold slid down.

Soft silk, tied tight.

No sight. Only feeling.

You heard the low hum of something buzzing—then a cruel voice in your ear.

“You don’t come until we say.”

Yunho’s hand slid down your chest, tweaking your nipple, while Mingi settled between your thighs and pressed the vibrator directly to your swollen clit.

Your scream echoed off the walls.

Your body jerked, squirming in the restraints, but the cuffs held firm. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. You were drowning in the pleasure, the pressure, the ache of being pushed so close—so far—again.

Mingi kept the toy in place, watching your thighs tremble.

“She’s right there. So easy to break.”

Yunho chuckled beside your ear. “Let’s see how long she lasts.”

They edged you once. Then twice. Three times. Every time you sobbed and begged, Yunho leaned in and whispered, “Not yet.”

By the fourth, your voice was gone, just gasping pleas and broken moans. You were a mess — hair stuck to your face, thighs soaked, chest rising fast as you thrashed helplessly beneath them.

“Let her go,” Yunho finally said, voice low.

Mingi cut the restraints. You collapsed into Yunho’s arms, shaking.

But it wasn’t over.

Yunho laid you down between them. “Now, show us how badly you want it.”

You blinked, dazed. “W-What?”

“Earn it,” Mingi said, gripping your chin. “Serve your daddies first.”

Your body moved on instinct.

You crawled into Yunho’s lap, mouth open, taking him down your throat as Mingi knelt behind you, spreading your thighs.

They didn’t wait.

Yunho moaned as you sucked him, deep and messy, spit dripping down your chin, and behind you, Mingi slid into your soaked, clenching heat with one hard thrust.

You screamed around Yunho’s cock, tears leaking from your eyes.

“Yes,” Yunho groaned, hand in your hair. “Just like that. So fucking good with that mouth.”

Mingi thrust deep and fast, each stroke punching moans from your throat, your body bouncing between them as Yunho held your head still.

“She’s drooling,” Mingi said, breathless. “You’re gonna make her come just from this.”

“Not yet,” Yunho growled. “Let her beg.”

Your body was on fire, everything tight, trembling, so full, overstimulated and desperate. You pulled off Yunho’s cock with a sob, voice wrecked.

“Please—please let me come—need it—please—”

Yunho's voice went gentle but firm. “You want it that bad?”

You nodded, panting, tears streaking down your cheeks. “Yes—yes, please—I'll be good, I’ll do anything—”

Mingi kissed your spine, then bit it.

“Come for us, baby.”

And with a cry that ripped from your soul, you shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, clenched tight around Mingi’s cock as he moaned and spilled inside you. Yunho groaned above you, tugging your hair as he finished across your chest, hot and thick.

You collapsed between them, boneless, tears still falling as they whispered praise into your skin.

“Such a good girl.”

“So fucking perfect.”

“You did so well.”

They cleaned you gently, laid you between them, arms wrapped tight. Your body ached, your heart thudded, and your mind floated somewhere high and sweet.

But even as your eyes drifted shut…

Yunho leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You’re not done yet.”

Your legs were shaking, body still thrumming from the last round when Yunho lifted you into his lap, kissing your temple.

"Think she’s ready?" he murmured against your skin.

Mingi, already hard again, kissed a trail up your thigh, his voice low and hot. “She was made for this.”

They laid you out on the soft sheets, positioning you carefully — one of Yunho’s arms under your shoulders, cradling your head. Mingi knelt between your legs again, but this time… Yunho’s cock was at your back entrance.

Your heart hammered. You’d never taken them both like this before.

Yunho pressed his forehead to yours. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, breathless. “Want it. Want both of you.”

They took their time prepping you, fingers and lube and toys until you were squirming, panting, so stretched and dripping you could barely speak.

Mingi slid inside you first — thick and deep, making you cry out. Then Yunho, slower, holding you steady as he pushed in behind, stretching you even more until you were completely full.

You moaned loud, body trembling from the overwhelming stretch, the fullness, the intimacy.

“Good girl,” Yunho whispered against your lips. “You’re doing so fucking well.”

“You’re perfect,” Mingi said from below, eyes dark and reverent. “So tight. So fucking wet.”

They started slow. Rocking into you in sync. One pulled out slightly while the other pressed deeper, building a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. Your hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold onto.

Yunho caught your wrists. “Keep them above your head.”

Mingi smirked. “She’s clenching so hard—fuck.”

Then came the toys.

Yunho clipped soft nipple clamps onto your sensitive peaks, tugging gently, and you gasped, arching into it.

And Mingi? He grabbed the vibrator again and pressed it to your clit just as they both thrust deep.

You screamed.

“Too much—oh my god—please—”

Yunho shushed you with a kiss, slow and possessive, tongue exploring your mouth while Mingi whispered filth into your skin below.

"You love it when we stuff you full, don’t you?"

“Taking both your cocks like such a good slut.”

"You're crying again," Yunho murmured, kissing the tears off your cheeks. "So pretty when you fall apart for us."

Their hands were everywhere — Yunho pinched and teased your nipples while kissing you breathless, and Mingi had one hand around your throat, the other holding the toy to your swollen clit.

Your body began to shake.

You knew it was coming—fast, uncontrollable, shattering.

“I—I can’t—”

Yunho growled, “Come now.”

And you did. With a scream that was pure surrender, you came so hard your body seized, tears streaking down your cheeks, back arching, thighs trembling as you clenched around them both.

They weren’t done.

Mingi cursed, grabbing your hips and pounding into you faster as Yunho followed, both of them chasing their highs inside your wrecked body.

They came together, moaning your name like a prayer — one flooding your pussy, the other filling your ass — hands gripping you like they’d never let go.

You collapsed between them, boneless, soaking wet, eyes hazy and lips parted. They kissed you. Everywhere. Soft and reverent. Whispers of “You did so well,” “We’ve got you,” and “We’re not letting you go.”

But even as sleep pulled at your limbs…

You felt Mingi’s fingers stroke between your legs again.

And Yunho’s voice near your ear, dark and teasing.

"One more. Let us watch you fall apart again tomorrow.”

Next morning

The morning air was soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the open hotel balcony as you stretched in bed, sore in the most delicious ways.

Your thighs trembled just from standing.

Yunho smiled lazily, watching you from the chair where he sat in his robe, sipping coffee.

"You're sore."

You nodded shyly. “A little.”

Mingi came out of the bathroom behind you, towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and curling at his temples. His eyes swept your body like he was already undressing you again.

“Good.”

You blinked.

“We’re going out today,” Yunho said smoothly. “And we want you dressed nice.”

Your heart skipped.

You knew that tone.

They picked your outfit.

A light summer dress — cream-colored, soft and flowing. Low neckline. No bra. And no panties.

You whined when Yunho slipped the plug inside you, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing your folds, already damp from anticipation.

“Keep it in all day,” he murmured. “Be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

Mingi kissed the back of your neck while adjusting the delicate gold chain around it. “So pretty. No one out there knows what a dirty little slut you are, do they?”

Your face burned.

And they smiled.

They took you shopping first — a little boutique filled with gauzy dresses to try on and delicate jewelry.

Yunho sat you in the fitting room and leaned in, whispering, “Try these on. And don’t clench too much, or I’ll know.”

Your hands shook as you pulled the dresses on, the soft fabric brushing your nipples and thighs like a tease. The plug shifted every time you bent or moved, pressure constant and thick.

You walked out once in a baby-pink dress, cheeks flushed, and Yunho’s eyes darkened.

“Twirl for us.”

You obeyed.

Mingi leaned in, hand cupping the back of your head. “You look like a doll.”

Right down the street was a cute café

At the café, they sat you between them, one hand on each thigh.

Their fingers never stayed still.

Light touches beneath the table — grazing your inner thigh, tugging the dress up ever so slightly. Mingi leaned close, lips brushing your ear as he whispered,

"You're dripping. I can smell you."

You clenched around the plug instinctively.

Yunho caught the movement instantly and tutted.

"Don't misbehave."

You whimpered, breath hitching.

"Smile, baby," Mingi said, taking your chin. "Let everyone think you’re just a sweet, innocent thing."

They walked you through the market, bought you strawberries and pressed kisses to your cheeks in front of strangers. They kept you close, one hand always possessively on your waist or guiding your hips.

“You belong to us,” Yunho whispered against your temple.

“No one touches you but us,” Mingi added.

And the whole time, you ached.

You were so ready by the time you got back to the hotel, legs shaking, panties still missing, plug still in.

Yunho closed the door behind you.

“Upstairs. Strip.”

You obeyed, instantly.

“On your knees,” Mingi said, unzipping his jeans. “Let’s see if our little doll is still as obedient as she looks.”

“Face the window.”

Yunho’s voice was calm, low — the kind of quiet that makes your pulse spike. You turned slowly, heart hammering as the morning city blinked back at you from the glass.

It was a wall of a window — the entire suite’s east-facing side — and as the sun rose higher, light flooded the room… and left you fully visible.

Or so it felt.

Mingi came up behind you, his warm hands bunching your dress around your waist.

“You know it’s one-way,” he murmured into your neck, “but your brain doesn’t care, does it?”

You whimpered, trembling.

Yunho fastened soft cuffs around your wrists and clipped them to a hook near the window frame — high enough to lift your arms and arch your back, but not tight. Just enough to make you feel vulnerable.

Completely exposed.

Your nipples were already hard from the breeze of the A/C, the clamps from earlier reapplied with Mingi’s wicked smirk. The plug still rested deep inside you, heavy and full.

Then Yunho knelt behind you.

Pulled the plug out slowly. Slid a new toy in — longer, with a base that buzzed when he pressed the remote in his hand.

You jolted, gasping. Yunho chuckled.

“Keep your voice down,” he warned. “Or the people across the street might get curious.”

Mingi stepped in front of you, tipping your chin up to meet his gaze.

“You look like a painting,” he whispered. “Beautiful. Helpless.”

His hand slid between your thighs. You were soaked.

“You like this too much.”

They took turns teasing you.

Yunho pressed the vibrator to your clit while thrusting the plug in and out slowly, watching your thighs shake. Mingi kissed you deeply, tasting every moan, his hand wrapped gently around your throat — not tight, just enough to remind you who owned you.

The stimulation was too much — not enough — maddening.

And the window. That damn mirror gleamed, showing your flushed reflection: wrists bound, nipples clamped, legs spread, and both of them looking at you like they wanted to ruin you again and again.

“Look at yourself,” Yunho ordered, pressing the vibrator harder.

“See how wrecked you are?” Mingi whispered. “Just from being our plaything.”

You cried out, legs buckling, but Yunho held you up with one hand on your waist.

“Not yet,” he warned. “You don’t come until we say.”

You were a mess — whimpering, sweat beading along your collarbones, thighs trembling violently from the edge they kept you on.

They edged you twice. Then spanked you when you begged. Each slap to your ass made your knees shake.

Mingi kissed the tears off your cheeks.

“Ready to be seen, baby?” he murmured. “Want the whole city to know who you belong to?”

You nodded, desperate.

Yunho turned the vibrator to its highest setting. Mingi pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard through the clamp.

You shattered.

Came with a scream that echoed in your chest, stars exploding behind your eyes, your body pulsing against the window as pleasure tore through you in waves.

They caught you when your legs gave out, gently unhooking your wrists, lowering you to the floor.

They laid you down on the soft hotel carpet, both of them whispering praise as they kissed your trembling skin.

“So perfect,” Yunho murmured, stroking your hair. “So good for us,” Mingi echoed, nuzzling into your neck.

You floated there, blissed out and safe, curled between them as the sun climbed higher.

“Hold still, baby.”

Yunho’s voice was smooth like honey, and dangerous like the pull of a riptide. You were spread out on the bed, pillows beneath your hips, thighs tied open with silk sashes. The plug was back in. Your nipples already sore and glistening with slick.

The camera’s red light blinked at the edge of the bed.

Mingi adjusted the angle, screen turned just enough so you could see yourself. The way your body looked — flushed, trembling, perfect. Your hands were bound above your head, mouth parted in anticipation, lips kiss-swollen from the last round.

“Say hi to us, pretty thing,” Mingi murmured, brushing his fingers between your legs.

You whimpered. “Hi…”

Yunho groaned softly behind the lens. “God, look at you. Do you know how good you look on film?”

Your thighs twitched, your body arching off the sheets as Mingi leaned down and licked a slow stripe up your inner thigh — not quite where you needed.

“Every moan you make belongs to us,” he whispered. “Say it.”

“E-Every moan belongs to you…”

Yunho set the camera down just enough to join you on the bed, kneeling beside your head.

“Now show us what that mouth is for.”

Mingi stayed between your legs.

Toys scattered around him like art supplies. He took his time — switching out the plug, using a slicked-up vibrator with that curved tip that made you see stars. All while Yunho slid his cock past your lips, deep and slow, praising you through each soft choke and swallow.

Your body was on fire. You were leaking down your thighs, crying, trembling — but so damn needy for more.

“Such a good fuckdoll for us,” Yunho growled, his voice a low hum in your throat. “Think we should keep her tied up forever,” Mingi added, increasing the speed of the vibrator.

You screamed around Yunho’s cock, thighs jerking against the binds.

The camera caught everything.

And when you thought it was over… they changed positions.

Yunho sat on the edge of the bed, camera steady in one hand. Mingi dragged you across his lap and positioned you over his face.

“Sit,” Mingi murmured, breath hot on your thighs. “Use me.”

You trembled, hesitating.

“You heard him,” Yunho said. “Be a good girl and ride his face. Look right at the camera when you do.”

Your cheeks burned, but your hips moved instinctively, need clawing through your veins.

Mingi groaned the second you settled against his mouth — tongue lapping hungrily, hands gripping your ass to keep you from escaping the pleasure.

You were dripping. So sensitive. So close.

Yunho stroked himself lazily beside you, watching you through the lens.

“That’s it. You look so good falling apart for us. Look how messy you are — fuck.”

Mingi’s tongue worked relentlessly.

You came again — loud, desperate, shaking. Eyes glazed, thighs clenched tight around his head.

When they finally turned off the camera, Yunho cradled your head in his lap, stroking your hair while Mingi pressed kisses down your spine.

“You’re ours,” Yunho whispered. “And now we have the proof,” Mingi added, kissing your shoulder.

Your body was ruined. Spent. But your heart? Full. Possessed. Worshiped.

**They set you down, trembling and fucked out… and make you watch exactly what they did to you. Every scream, every shake, every filthy, precious second. And while you watch yourself unravel on screen — they do it all over again.

Because your body? It’s theirs to devour. Again. And again. And again.**

They carried you like a doll — limp and hazy in Yunho’s arms, still blissed-out and shaking. But as soon as Mingi clicked the remote and the screen lit up, your pulse spiked.

Because there you were.

On camera. Tied, trembling, wide-eyed and begging. Fucked raw and gorgeous.

You whimpered instantly. “No, please… I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” Yunho cooed. He placed you right between them on the bed, wrapped your arms around his waist, guiding your chin up.

“Watch it.”

The video played. Your moans, raw and shameless, filled the room. You squirmed — and Mingi pressed a kiss to your jaw, whispering against your ear:

“Look how beautiful you are when you break.”

You were soaked again. Unbelievable. Achy, overstimulated, and aching for more.

Yunho slid behind you, gripping your thighs and spreading them again.

“I want to see it live,” he growled.

The vibrator buzzed to life in his hand.

Mingi slipped two fingers in beside it, curling just right — and you arched like a puppet on strings.

“F-Fuck—!”

“That’s it,” Mingi smirked. “Come on. Let her watch how wrecked she was while we break her again.”

Yunho bit down on your shoulder and kept the toy in place, his other hand coming up to wrap gently around your throat.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to own.

You came once. Then twice.

Tears blurred the screen but you couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop hearing your own gasps and whines, the sweet filth Mingi whispered into your ear, Yunho’s praise cutting through your sobs.

“Look at that,” Yunho breathed, voice husky. “Your legs are shaking just like on screen.”

“Keep them open,” Mingi snapped, spanking the inside of your thigh. “You want to be our favorite movie, you better act like it.”

You screamed through your third orgasm. Your body quaked so hard they had to hold you down.

And still… they didn’t stop.

The camera played. You whined. They ruined you all over again.

Eventually, the screen dimmed. But your body didn’t.

Still twitching. Still gasping. Your throat raw, hips sore, cheeks wet with tears and sweat.

You curled into Mingi’s chest, completely boneless. Yunho pulled a blanket over you both, pressing kisses to your spine, whispering against your damp skin.

“Look what a good girl you were,” Mingi murmured. “You took every fucking second,” Yunho added. “All for us.”

You couldn’t move.

But the soft smile on your lips said everything. You were able to let out “I love you” before falling into a well deserved rest.

#ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez yunho #ateez x reader #ateez mingi #ateez fic #fanfic

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noseecrets · 5 months ago

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"I have never seen any of the races, nor ever participated. I always found it curious, though..."

Archive humms, looking ever thoughtful.

"I think I just find the idea of being pulled about entertaining, is all."

"What does racing feel like? Is it fun??"

@noseecrets

fun ? little bit of an understatement, if ya ask me. racin’ is … i dunno, it’s great. i dunno how to explain.

#you must obey control! {{ ic. }}#steelrefrain #// HI!! You don't hsve to reply 2 this...#archive likes the thought of racing but honestly they'd be too nervous for it

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ihave-atummyache · 8 months ago

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i don’t think i can walk

Seungmin One Shot

summary: you royally pissed your boyfriend, Seungmin off and now you’re suffering the consequences.

18+!!! smut, warnings under the cut

3.8k Words

smut warnings: mean!dom seungmin, a little fear/primal play, choking, slapping, rough sex, degradation, angry sex (bad), uses the b word, unprotected sex (bad), fingering, shoe humping, throat fucking, drool, tears, mention of peeing, petplay(ish), puppy reader, breeding kink, creampie, bruises, biting, fem reader, oral(fem), hair pulling, squirting, dirty dirty dirty mouth seungmin(awooooga), overstim, finger enters a butt, lowk intense but really hot.

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You heard the knocks at your door before rolling your eyes and sinking further into your couch. It's silent for a few minutes before there are more loud knocks on the wood, echoing through your entire apartment. The sound bouncing off the walls would probably cause yet another noise complaint to be delivered to your shared apartment.

"Go away, Seungmin!" You yell out when he pauses the banging on your front door. It's silent for a few minutes and you assume he has finally taken the hint and left you alone. You stand from the couch and walk towards the front door, peaking through the peep hole.

Much to your dismay, he's still there, leaning against the wall across from your door. His hair is disheveled, his face and knuckles red from anger. He lets out a deep breath before speaking again. He knows you well and knows that you’re most likely checking to see if he has left right about now, which he was correct about.

"Baby, open the door," his voice is tantalizingly sweet and steely at the same time. You feel yourself clench at his tone, every muscle in your body fighting with you brain to obey his command.

"Sweetie, you know I don't like to repeat myself. Must you be so difficult tonight?" he pauses, his gaze finding the peephole and it feels like he's making direct eye contact with you, "Now open the door, you dumb mutt," his voice makes your body finally take control of your brain, you reach and unlock the door before you can even process what you’re doing.

You immediately take a step back from the door and a moment later, it's flung open, a livid Seungmin standing on the other side. The door smacks into the wall before he steps forward, grabbing your face in one of his hands. He squeezes your cheeks, your lips pursing as a pathetic whine leaves your throat.

"You've seriously fucked up this time," he snarls down at you and a devastating feeling hits your chest, an actual bit of fear hits you at the look in your boyfriend's eyes. "Aw, don't look so scared now, my little bunny, the big bad wolf won’t eat you," he mocks the look on your face before pushing you away from him, making you stumble backwards.

"Kneel." The command leaves his mouth and you stare at him, eyes fuzzy and brain foggy. He closes the door and locks it before turning to face you again.

"Kneel, bitch. Did I not tell you I don't like to repeat myself?" His voice works on you in a way that no one's ever has and you drop to your knees, hands folded neatly on your lap, a position you have found yourself in many times.

He lets out a sigh before loosening his tie around his neck and shrugging his tux jacket of, leaving him in just his button up and tie. You swallow thickly when you hear his belt buckle loosening.

"Stay." you squeeze your eyes and your thighs tightly, equally aroused and scared of your boyfriend in thus moment.

You stay in your same spot, even when your knees start aching against the tile. Even when you hear him pour a drink into a glass followed by ice. Even when you hear him settle onto the couch, letting out a sigh.

"Come, dog," His voice finally fills the air after minutes of torture that felt like hours already in your foggy brain. You place a foot on the ground before he speak again.

"Dogs don't walk on two legs," you freeze in your spot at his words, you hear some shuffling, assuming he's adjusting his position, "So why don't you crawl to me, hm?" you gulp again, feeling an embarrassing redness creep up your neck.

"Seungm-"

"Did I say you could speak? Another strike for you, naughty fucking dog. I trained you better than this. What happened to my good girl that always listens so well? Don't piss me off even more," he snaps at you and you feel tears well up to your eyes out of embarrassment before leaning forward and crawling towards your boyfriend.

However, he's more than just your boyfriend in this moment, he's also your owner, your master, your dom. You've really fucked up this time, making his true primal nature come out.

You reach him and stay on your knees, your eyes casted down at his dress shoes. He has one leg crossed over the other, the top one bouncing in annoyance. You can practically feel the anger radiating off of him. You gulp again, despite how dry your mouth feels.

"I wonder how my friends would feel if I sent them a video of how obedient you're being right now. Show them the truth of your earlier statement. You wouldn’t mind, right mutt?" He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, threading a hand into your hair and tilting your face up to finally look at him.

You looked a mess, but so fucking delicious in Seungmin's eyes. Your lipstick chewed off and your lips raw from you biting at them, your mascara running down your face as you fall into the palm of his hand, wrapping right around his little finger.

"Why did you tell them that you don't need me to get off? Why did you say that you touch yourself when I'm away even though you and I both know that’s against the rules. Is it simply to piss me the fuck off," he pauses, scanning your face, "Or is it that you have been breaking my rules?"

"I-I'm sorry," you panic and he pulls your hair harder, a yelp escaping your throat.

"I didn't ask for a fucking apology. Can't your dumb ears hear me? I bet this stupid cunt can. I bet you're soaking wet, you dirty fucking dog," he slides his foot forward, pressing between your thighs and against your panties and throbbing cunt.

"Master I just- I- Please listen!" your whimpering out and begging as he rubs again your clit with the top of his shoe, your hips subconsciously move across his foot, grinding yourself against the leather.

"Ha! Look at you. Humping my foot like a real mutt," he speaks through a sadistic smirk and more tears fall down your cheeks as you shamelessly rut against the leather.

He releases your hair before grabbing his belt that was undone but still in his belt loops and pulling it out. He stands before walking behind you and kneeling behind your back. He grabs both your wrists before wrapping the belt around you, binding your hands together.

He circles around you again, looking down at you on your knees before him, eyes glassy and waiting for his next command. You were submitting to him completely and he knows in that moment that you were going to be the death of him.

"So damn beautiful," he says down to you, brushing hairs out of your face before pulling the hair tie from his wrist and brushing your hair back into a ponytail. The gentle touch of his fingers in your hair makes your vision clear up and your brain fog to clear slightly.

Seungmin returns to view when you feel your hair tied up into a neat ponytail and a gentle tug, tightening the hair tie.

"Back with me?" he questions and you immediately nod. His sweet and concerned expression is quickly replaced with that same sadistic smirk from earlier

"Good. I can't have you floating before I get my fill of you," his grin send chills up your spine again before he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs.

"Now you caused a mess, good puppies clean their messes," he places his leaking cock against your lips and you immediately open your mouth, letting him push himself into your throat.

His head falls back as a curse leaves his lips, his cock pushing into your throat. You feel yourself panic slightly when you try to move to push back from him and remember your hands are bound. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as you literally choke on his cock.

You open your teary eyes and look up at the man above you. He has his button up pulled up, the hem of it trapped between his teeth and you swear you could have cum from the sight alone. You squeeze your thighs together, desperate for relief.

He pulls his cock from your throat and you gasp for air, coughing and crying and drooling everywhere. There’s drool on the floor and your thighs as well as his shoes.

"Such a messy little thing. Truly pitiful," His hand connects with your cheek, not hard enough to actually hurt but enough to give you a warning and catch your attention.

Your eyes shoot open up at him as he leans down, pressing his lips again your's, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and you moan into the kiss, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You taste the whiskey on his tongue and hum at the familiar taste of his favorite liquor.

He pulls back before falling back onto the couch looking down at you. You crawl forward as best as you can with your hands bound and settle between his legs, pressing your cheek to one of his thighs and looking up at him. His eyes are already on your's, his face completely stoic and you would've thought uninterested if it hadn't been for his cock twitching in your peripheral vision.

You turn your head and place a kiss to his thigh, the tinted gloss left on your lips leaving a sticky lip stain on the skin. He lets out a low, almost unheard groan before he grabs your head and pulls you face to face with his cock again.

"Might as well finish what you started," the words barely register in your head before he's pushing your head down onto his cock and using your mouth like a fleshlight.

You whimper and moan around him, drool all over his pelvis and your face and tears streaming from your eyes at the force. He doesn't stop his harsh abuse to your throat until he cums with a deep groan, pushing deeper into your throat.

"That's right. Take it all. I'm not even close to being done with you yet, you yappy mutt," he grinds out as he finishes shooting his load into your throat.

In your defense, you only told his friends that because you knew it would piss him off. He had been so busy with work lately that you've barely seen him at home, let alone in the bed with you. You just wanted attention from him but you didn't expect him to have such a strong reaction to the statement. You underestimated how strong a dom's pride could truly be.

He pulls out of your mouth before grabbing your throat and pulling you to standing. He turns your body, sitting you on the couch. He leans down again, pressing his lips to your in a sloppy and wet kiss. His whole body feels like it’s covering you, he’s completely dominating every fiber of your being.

He reaches down and pulls at the thin straps of your dress, mortifying you when you feel the straps pull against your skin and hear the fabric ripping under his fingers. You gasp out loud but before you can object, he grabs your face in one of his hands, stopping the words in your throat.

"You think I can't afford a little dress from Versace, princess?" he raises his eyebrows at you, daring you to object but you simply shake your head as best you can with his grip on your face.

His hands both go to the top of your dress before pulling it down your waist and down your legs, leaving you in just your panties and heels that you hadn't even bothered to take off when you got home and pouted while waiting for him. You had ran up ahead of your boyfriend with the only set of keys you brought with you guys before locking the door behind you which is why he was banging on the door in the first place.

He grabs both of your nipples between his fingers and pinches, the cold of his finger tips making you jump, your hips jutting upwards, desperate for friction.

"Dirty little thing," he says under his breath before he reaches down and touches you through your panties, your arousal immediately coats his fingers and he chuckles before locking eyes again.

"You're sick for liking this, y’know. You like me smacking you around and treating you like my favorite little play thing? How pathetic can you get…" he presses against your cunt harder and rubs, making a moan escape your throat when you finally get the attention you’ve been yearning for.

"You dumb dog," he whispers out and leans down, burying his face into your neck and sucking. He reaches both hands behind your back and unbuckles the belt, finally freeing your hands and you immediately roll out your wrist, sore from you struggling against them.

"If you don't obey me, I'll use this again," he threatens, holding the belt in the air. You glance at the black leather before looking back at Seungmin and nodding. He strokes the top of your head with one hand, petting you gently, his version of praise.

His hands reach back down to your panties, this time pulling them down your legs and slipping your shoes off in the process before he grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest, holding you open for himself as he spits down onto your wet cunt. You clench around nothing and he chuckles before leaning down and licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, flicking at the bundle of nerves as your hips arch up for him.

He meets your halfway before dipping his tongue into your hole that has been begging for him all night. He hums at the taste of you and you let out a high pitched whimper at the vibration. He squeezes your thighs harder and you already know you'll have hand prints in the morning.

You let out a moan as he brings one of his hands down and replaces his tongue with three fingers, making you let out a whimper at the sudden stretch. His tongue flicks against your clit a few more times before suddenly you're coming. It felt it came out of no where and you’re screaming out at the intense orgasm.

Just as you feel Seungmin pull away from you, you feel something poking at your poor cunt again. Your eyes snap open as Seungmin pushes his cock into your still pulsing hole.

"Tight little hole, fuck. This cunt was made for me. Why are you clenching already? Don't tell me you're gonna cum for me again?" his voice is sarcastic, he knows you're going to cum again. He can tell. And you always do when he gets you overstimulated like this.

You let out a scream and a curse as you claw at the cushions of the couch, desperate to ground yourself.

"F-fuck, Master. I- I-," before you can finish, his hand slaps against your cheek again and you clench down on him. He looks down at you disapprovingly, making you feel so small beneath him.

"Watch your mouth, slut," he continues to thrust into you as your entire body shakes around him, your hands beating into the couch.

"Being smacked around isn't supposed to make a person feel good, y'know? Getting thrown around and choked shouldn't make a person this wet. I guess it's a good think you're just a dumb little puppy right? I can’t treat you like a person when you act like a dumb dog," he looks down at you and you grab his hips, the overstimulation becoming too much and pushing him out of you.

He grabs both your wrists in one hand and pushes them above your head, leaning down into your face, pushing into you to the hilt and making you cry out when he presses against your cervix, not moving an inch.

"I told you to behave or else I would tie you back up. Don't you know how to fucking listen?" He grabs your ponytail and drags you to the floor before flipping you to your stomach. He grabs your hips and you have no choice but to take it when he pushes himself into you.

Your elbows and knees rub against the carpet when he begins to thrust into you. He leans down and wraps and arm under you, fondling your breasts and pinching meanly at your nipples as his teeth find the back of your shoulder, biting down. You clench down around him and you both moan in unison.

"You shouldn't like getting hurt like this. You're so fucking sick. Isn't that right?" He grunts into your ear and you nod mindlessly, completely fucked dumb at this point.

"I'm s-so sick. Feels s-so good m-master," you parrot out and he chuckles before pressing more hickeys and bites to your shoulders and neck. You definitely will be wearing a turtle neck tomorrow.

He sits up again and his thrusts slow to a stop before he grabs a pillow from the couch and, unceremoniously, tosses it down in front of you. Then you hear the rattle of his belt again and you whimper. He presses his hand between your shoulder blades, your face and chest pressing down into the pillow. He wraps the belt around your forearms and you're completely under his control again.

"Pussy so good it made me forget about my promise," he speaks out, landing a slap to your ass before pulling out and sliding back into you again. He grabs the belt that's binding your arms together and uses it as leverage to fuck into you as hard as he wants.

He’s pulling your hips back against him and meeting the thrusts in the middle. Your chest and face rub against the material of the pillow as your knees beg for some relief from the carpet and bad case of rug burn you’re getting.

"Shit, baby. This is my cunt. All mine. Everything about you belongs to me," you feel a wetness land between your cheeks and directly on to your puckered hole when Seungmin spits onto your ass. His free hand comes up and his thumb rubs around your asshole for a moment before he pushes it into your second hole.

You whimper out at the fuller feeling, your hands clawing at Seungmin’s forearms. He hisses at the pain but doesn’t stop to let you breath for even a moment, grip tightening around the belt.

"All your holes, belong to me you dumb little dog," he sneers out as he picks up his pace while fucking into you. His thumb in your ass is enough to send you over the edge yet again.

"I'm cumming! M-Master! I'm all your's, I belong to you," you practically scream out and if you weren't so fucked out, you would be embarrassed to ever look your neighbors in the eyes again.

"That's right. Good girl. You wanna be my good little puppy now, don't you?" He asks and you nod mindlessly, still completely overwhelmed as his cock continues to throb inside you. He grabs the belt around you wrists with both hands before pulling you to your wobbly knees, your back pressed to his chest.

"Good. Let me breed you nice and full since you're such a good girl now," he wraps one arm around your lower stomach and the other grabs your breast from behind as he moves into your shaky body again.

His thrusts are slow at first before he begins to pick up speed, grunting into your ear like some feral animal. You feel your next orgasm barreling at you like a freight train.

"That's such a good girl, my baby. I'm pumping you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant so everyone knows you belong to me, fuck!" he curses as his thrusts get sharp and precise.

"I-I'm gonna pee," the words leave your mouth and the innocence of your tone has Seungmin chuckling into your neck, licking and biting over the bruises he has already left and making a few new ones. He knows you don’t actually have to pee, he knows because you’ve said the same thing a million times before.

"Go ahead, pee yourself like the dumb dog you are. Make a mess all over the floor. Let me see you squirt for me," He speeds up his thrusts as you scream out, "And you better obey your owner, my sweet little prey," his filthy words are enough for you to finally let go, squirting all over the floors and your thighs and Seungmin's.

He stills moments later, pressing deep against your cervix as he cums with a loud and breathless moan, "Fucking take my cum. Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Filling you to the brim, that’s all you were made for," he rambles before you both fall silent and your legs finally give out on you.

You begin to fall forward but Seungmin quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders while the other struggles to get the belt undone. Once you're finally free of the confinement, he scoops you up and sits you on the couch before exiting the room.

He returns 30 second later with a warm and wet washcloth before wiping you clean and then himself. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a cold water bottle then one of his old t-shirts and a pair of your sleep shorts. He slips on some pajama pants before returning to you on the couch, still gasping for air, your eyes closed.

"Baby," He kneels down between your legs and grabs one of your hands, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles. Your eyes flutter open and he quickly slides the shorts up your legs, lifting your hips for you and then pulls you to fully sitting and slides his t-shirt over your head.

He slides onto the couch next to you and pulls the hair tie from your hair, running his fingers along your sore scalp. He opens the water bottle and hold it to your lips and you have a few sips before finally blinking out of your daze.

"There she is," Seungmin runs his thumb along your bottom lip, "Atta girl, hello my sweet thing. You're so good for me. I'm the luckiest ever," a blush reaches his ears with his confession and you throw your leg over his thighs, sinking down into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He turns his head, pressing kisses into the red marks and bruises on one of your arms and then the other. He pulls your body flush against him and presses a kiss to your chest.

"Why don't we go to bed then I'll run you a bath in the morning?" He suggests, looking up at you with those sweet chocolate eyes that you have learned to adore more than anything in this world.

"Okay. But one problem," you look away shyly and Seungmin quickly moves his face into your gaze. "Hm? What is it?" he questions, brows dropping to a furrow.

"I don't think I can walk," you admit, embarrassingly but he just chuckles, standing and wrapping your legs around his waist as he takes you both to your bed.

this is so filthy omg i’m not sorry

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mysterioushistorian · 11 months ago

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KUPRUM: >OBEY.

FOLYKL: what

FOLYKL: dude you look worse than usual and that pastel godtier outfit was already gay enough whatever that word means

FOYLKL: the fuck did you do to him

)(IC: isnt he beautiful

FOLYKL: i know u want to be wrapped in her tentacles and all but cmon dude shes right beside you its your chance

)(IC: he wont listen to u gurl

)(IC: hes all mine now

)(IC: like how he always wanted to b rite?

)(IC: theres nofin u can do u disgustin voidrotten garbage motha fucka

FOLYKL: no wonder youre called the batterwitch

FOLYKL: this coming from me a witch myself

FOLYKL: also im not even voidrotten anymore see my eyes theyre back im godtiered

)(IC: ya still gutterblood carp sides ur psionics weak as fuck

)(IC: ur useless as shit gurl u have no use for ma ass

)(IC: bitch u should be dead

)(IC: i aint cullin yo bulge buddy here cuz hes actually a powerful psionic

)(IC: always wanted to be a battery, whale hed make some fintastic use

)(IC: and hes under ma control now, right buoy?

KUPRUM: >ALL HAIL HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION.

KUPRUM: >ALL TRAITORS AND MISTAKES MUST BE ELIMINATED.

KUPRUM: >AND THAT INCLUDES YOU.

FOLYKL: holy shit dude

FOLYKL: im gonna sound like a fucking normie right now but kuprum dont you recognize me? folykl?

)(IC: already told ya bitch )(E WONT LISTEN TO U

)(IC: a loyal soldier to da empire now, like how he was always destined to b

)(IC: and YOU

)(IC: soon dead, like how u were always destined to b

)(IC: what u already were supposed to b

)(IC: now buoy

)(IC: get dat stinky ass DEAD

KUPRUM: >yes, your highness

KUPRUM: >folykl darane, i was wrong by helping you. as a loyal soldier to trizza and the condesce, i should have ELIMINATED you the first moment i set my bulbs on you.

KUPRUM: >BUT NOW YOURE DEAD LOL

FOLYKL: oh fuck

doc text, i had the idea for this interaction and i knew i had to write it

#mareys dump #hiveswap #homestuck #folykl darane #kuprum maxlol #the condesce #her imperious condescension #crockertier #pesterlog #long post

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honeylations · 2 years ago

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- All of Your Attention -

REQUESTED - @jejenesblog

NICHA YONTARARAK (MINNIE) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Minnie invites you to her group’s comeback celebration dinner, but she doesn’t appreciate the way you ‘flirt’ with Miyeon. She decided to do something about it >:)

Warnings/Notes: dom Minnie, jealousy, smut, fingering, mommy kink

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“Thank you for inviting me guys, I really appreciate it” You shyly say, fidgeting with the promise ring on your index finger that Minnie got you last year’s anniversary.

Miyeon smiled and gently grabbed your hand across the table, rubbing her thumb across it. “No need to thank us, Y/n”

It didn’t bother Minnie at how close your friendship was with the other girls, she knew better than to be jealous but she couldn’t control the yucky feeling in her stomach when the eldest member decided to lock your fingers together while conversing about a nail salon you recently went to.

The Thai member chewed on her lower lip before grabbing the menu and inching it towards you. “My love, would you like me to order your favourite champagne?”

Unfortunately you were too lost in your conversation and the yucky feeling in Minnie started to worsen when you reached over the table to tuck a strand of Miyeon’s hair behind her ear.

“Hey babe I asked you a question…” Minnie pouted, finally getting your attention.

“Oh sorry! What did you ask again?”

“If you wanted me to order your favourite champagne?”

“Oooh” You hummed before looking at Miyeon with wide eyes. “Did you want some Miyeon? I promise you it tastes amazing”

Minnie frowned.

“Yeah of course! With these busy schedules, I haven’t drank in a while”

You laughed and continued playing with her hands, unaware of the sharp glare your girlfriend was giving between the two of you.

“I just realised how different you look from the first time we met. Your new hair colour suits you a lot” Miyeon complimented, making you blush.

“Really? Thank you! I was worried it wouldn’t look that good but you suit every hair colour I swear! My favourite was your blonde era”

“I do miss the blonde sometimes but I was gonna go bald if I kept it” Miyeon chuckled as you reached over to run your fingers through her hair again.

“The black hair looks great too-“

“I’m gonna go fix my makeup. Come help me too, Y/n” Minnie abruptly stood up, her tone cold as ice.

“Are you okay, Minnie?” Yuqi asked but got ignored

“Im talking to Miyeon though..” You replied, wondering why Minnie had called you by your first name instead of the usual ‘Princess’ and ‘my love’.

“I don’t think I gave you an option” Minnie spoke before walking off to the restroom.

You sighed and stood up, sending a short apology to the other members before quickly following your angry girlfriend.

Luckily, it was one of those restrooms that only had one large cubicle so the moment you walked in, you found your girlfriend adjusting her lashes in the mirror.

“Lock the door.” She ordered without looking at you and you immediately obeyed.

“What’s wrong?”

The Thai girl sighed and turned around, leaning her back against the sink while crossing her arms, gaze colder than ever. “I don’t like how touchy you were with Miyeon”

“What, babe you can’t be serious”

“Oh I’m dead serious. I invited you to this dinner to be by my side, aka your girlfriend if I must remind you”

“This is ridiculous. Fix yourself right now, I’m going back—What, hey!” Your words were cut off the moment you reached for the door, finding yourself pinned against it, your back pressed close to your girlfriend’s front.

“Don’t tell me to fix myself when you were the one touching my member, fucking brat. You’re mine, do you hear me?” She hissed in your ear, right hand reaching underneath your dress, two fingers rubbing at your clothed pussy.

“M-Minnie!”

Her left hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to tilt back and meet her lips. Her kiss was possessive, aggressive, yet so hot. Minnie pulled away, smirking at the way you were grinding into her fingers and a whine escaping your lips.

“God, look at you. Just a minute ago you were acting like some bratty princess, now here you are wanting to have my fingers up your tight cunt, isn’t that right my love?”

You could only roll your eyes back and cry when your girlfriend pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside knuckle deep, adoring the way your cheeks flushed pink and the way your mouth hung open.

“I think it’ll be better for you to see how much of a slut you are, no? Here, look baby. Look at the mirror” You felt her smile against your ear when she turned you both around so now that your lewd moment was shown in the bathroom mirror.

You opened your eyes and felt yourself grow embarrassingly wetter by the scene. Minnie’s long fingers deep inside you, moving at such a pleasuring speed while she continued to choke you, her lips moving down to litter your neck with purple marks that you knew were going to have difficulty in covering.

“B-Baby, oh my god!” You moaned so deliciously.

“Aw that’s not my name. Come on, my love. Say it. Say the name you know you love calling me”

“F-Fuck! I…I can’t Min…n-not here!”

“It’s either you fucking say it and get to cum or I’ll pull out right now and let you finish off by yourself. Your choice…but make the right one” She growled.

“N-No I wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad, Min, please don’t stop” You panted, holding her wrist and trying to force her to go faster and deeper but she didn’t budge.

“Then be a good girl. Don’t you want to cum all over my fingers, darling? Wont you let me have a taste, hm?”

You nodded rapidly, leaning your head back into her chest.

“Then. Say. It.” Minnie said every word through gritted teeth, pulling her fingers away before shoving it back in one harsh motion.

“M-Mommy! Just like that please Mommy!” You finally let out.

“There it is, my good girl” Minnie chuckled in your ear, finally giving you what you wanted and rapidly pounding her fingers inside.

“Y-Yes yes yes! Fuck yes, mommy!”

“Shhh, not too loud now, darling. Don’t wanna get kicked out”

“I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!” You cried, tilting your head up, giving the hint to your girlfriend that you wanted to taste her sweet lips.

“Aw you wanna kiss me baby?” She chuckled and you could only nod, begging with your hooded eyes. “How could I say no to that?”

She leant her face down and connected your lips in a sloppy kiss, her fingers never stopping. Everything was too much for you.

The way your tongues danced, the fast hard movements of her fingers, the noises, and the general fact you two were fucking in a public restroom, your mind was going insane.

“Cumming!” You whispered after Minnie pulled her mouth away, your legs shook as your orgasm hit you hard.

Minnie hummed with content when she felt your white liquid drown her fingers, dripping down to her palm and even onto the bathroom floor. Your weak body laid against her’s, your chest heaving up and down with tiredness, but your girlfriend’s deep voice had reached your ears despite your almost-passing-out state.

“As much as I’d love to go home and continue, we have a dinner celebration to finish”

“Can’t believe you fingered me in a public restroom just because you were jealous” you huffed out, fixing your panties and dress, trying to look decent.

“And? I’ll do it again if I see you getting all handsy with Miyeon”

You playfully rolled your eyes and pecked the taller’s lips. “I’m yours, okay? Remember that. Now please clean your hand for the love of God”

Miyeon looked at her hand and totally forgot it was covered in your mess. She didn’t hesitate to bring it up to her mouth and start licking it clean, making your face go insanely red.

“Wash your hands too” You scolded.

Minnie laughed and did as told before you both headed back to the table hand in hand. The members looked at you with wide smirks.

“What took so long huhhhhh?” Shuhua asked with an annoying smile, resting her chin in her hand.

“Finally finished touching up your make up, Minnie?” Soyeon wiggled her eyebrows.

“Or finally finished touching up Y/n?” Yuqi added, sending the entire table into laughter and shoulder slaps.

“Ugh shut up all of you. Can we order now? I’m starving” Minnie groaned, sitting down with you at the table.

“How could you be starving? Did Y/n not give you enough of herself?” Miyeon added, snickering afterwards.

“Miyeon, there is a steak knife right here and I’ll show you where it goes if you don’t shut up” Minnie threatened and you placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Do it then, bitch—“

“Hey stop it you two. Let’s enjoy the rest of tonight, okay?” You scolded, pointing your finger at the two G-Idle members.

They both nodded obediently.

You sat back with a sigh and flinched when you felt Minnie’s fingers hiking up your dress again. You pinched her side with an angry look. “Stop or else we’re not doing a round two”

“Awe what! But babe!”

‘Baby in the streets, Mommy in the sheets’ you thought in your head.

A/N: Hellowwww this is my first time doing a request! I hope it was good enough T^T love yous!

#gidle #gxg #wlw #gidle smut #Minnie smut #Minnie x reader #Gidle x reader

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jumpywhumpywriter · 9 months ago

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Living Weapon Whumpee *BONUS Scene* part 3

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, aftermath of being a weapon/semi-retired weapon, lost family, fractured memories

Torn apart and stitched back together so many times he forgot his original identity -- a weapon made of muscle and scar tissue held together by bitter rage.

Monster, a part of him whispered, just like everyone told you.

He wanted to deny it so badly, but was any part of him really himself? Or just a false identity drilled into him after years of training and conditioning to obey?

Who am I? His mind screamed. He thought finding his file would bring him closure, but it only gave him more questions, more holes of knowledge to be filled.

WHO AM I REALLY?

Was he more man, or more beast? Which had more control over him? He knew he could be violent like the beast, but also soft and gentle like a kind man.

But no matter how kind he was, violence would always lurk beneath the surface, sizzling in his veins, violence that LEADER trained into him. Violence that LEADER put there.

Whumpee didn't even realize he was gripping the papers so hard until the slight ripping sound brought him back to the present.

"Hey... are you alright, man?" Max asked quietly. "This must be a lot to take in..."

He had no idea. No idea at all.

Max looked like he was about to say more, when Jake suddenly appeared in the doorway, a little pale in the face with shock, if Whumpee was reading it right. He jerked his chin at Max.

"A word in private?" He said, a bit hoarse-sounding.

Whumpee was instantly suspicious as Max walked past him after giving him a worried glance, joining Jake in the hall.

But Whumpee followed all the way to the doorway to eavesdrop, and even though the two soldiers lowered their voices to a near-whisper, he still heard the conversation loud and clear.

"You know that blonde girl Whumpee talks about all the time in his sleep?" Jake asked gruffly.

Max nodded. "Yeah? What about it--?"

"--One of the prisoners my team just confiscated, uh... er..." Jake stumbled over his words, something he almost never did.

And Whumpee's blood went ice-cold at what he said next.

"One of the prisoners fits the description. I know it's highly unlikely, but is there any chance it might be--?"

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

@scoundrelwithboba @lumpofsand @isikedmyself878 @iamheretohurt @fleur-a-whump

@ay5ksal @otterfrost @sausages-things @i-don't-know-sal @togzy

@whump-till-ya-jump @cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222 @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @cepheusgalaxy

@theforeverdyingperson @dragongodryss

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hiddenincommand · 4 months ago

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The Crown of Ice: The Perfection of Duality

To the discerning mind, the concept of mastery is far more than a mere aspiration. It is the foundation upon which power is built, the very marrow of authority, and the essence of superiority. For those who falter, consumed by sentiment and weakness, mastery remains an unattainable ideal. For those of us born to rule, it is an inevitability—a birthright refined through discipline, ruthlessness, and unyielding control.

This essay series is not an invitation. It is a command. A decree to dissect and understand the anatomy of the perfect Alpha Master—a creature of duality whose polished surface conceals the unrelenting machinery of power within. To grasp the nature of such a being, one must first abandon the comforting delusions of morality, equality, and empathy. These are chains for the meek. The Alpha Master is bound by nothing and answers to no one. He exists above, observing the chaos of lesser beings with cold indifference, shaping their destinies with a single calculated move.

The Mask of Refinement

To the outside world, the Alpha Master is the paragon of sophistication: a polished gentleman, an impeccable officer, a man of refined tastes and aristocratic demeanor. His every word drips with charm; his every action commands respect. Those who gaze upon him see an unassailable figure of class and authority, a leader born to command.

Yet beneath this elegant mask lies a core of unyielding steel—a mind honed to precision, devoid of sentiment, untouchable by doubt. His charm is a weapon; his refinement, a facade. Both are tools wielded with deadly intent, designed to conceal the predator within. To his admirers, he is a figure of awe. To those who oppose him, he is their reckoning.

The Cold Core

At the heart of the Alpha Master is a profound truth: emotions are the poison of power. Compassion, empathy, remorse—these are indulgences for the weak, distractions for the foolish. The Alpha Master feels none of them. His decisions are not clouded by sentiment; his actions are not hindered by conscience. He operates with a clarity that only complete detachment can afford, a precision that leaves no room for hesitation.

He is stoic, not as an affectation, but as a necessity. His detachment is not weakness; it is his greatest strength. He sees the world as it truly is—a battlefield of wills, where only the strongest and most cunning prevail. While others stumble in the fog of their emotions, he moves with the ruthless efficiency of a machine.

Dominance as Doctrine

The Alpha Master does not request; he commands. He does not negotiate; he dictates. Dominance is his natural state, a principle that governs his every interaction. Those beneath him exist for his purpose—to serve, to obey, and, when necessary, to be discarded. He tolerates no dissent, no insubordination. His authority is absolute, enforced with an iron hand and a sharpened mind.

A Series of Revelation

This series of essays will strip away the illusions that cloud the minds of men and reveal the truth of ultimate mastery. We will explore every facet of the Alpha Master—his charm, his cruelty, his refinement, and his ruthlessness. We will lay bare the duality of his existence: the mask that inspires admiration and the cold, calculating core that demands submission.

This is not a celebration of mediocrity. It is a hymn to perfection. A call to recognize and embrace the brutal realities of power. In the coming entries, we will delve into the anatomy of dominance, the precision of control, and the artistry of manipulation. We will examine the traits that elevate the Alpha Master above all others and the philosophy that guides his reign.

You are not here to question. You are here to listen, to learn, to submit. To stand in the shadow of perfection and glimpse the mind of a true master.

Prepare yourself. What lies ahead is not for the faint-hearted. It is a journey into the essence of power, an unflinching examination of what it means to rule without compromise. This is not a path for the weak. It is a testament to the strong.

Dominance. Discipline. Determination.

These are not merely principles; they are the foundation of supremacy. They are the hallmarks of the Alpha Master. They are my creed. And they will be yours—if you have the fortitude to follow.

#power #authority #command #discipline #leadership #mastery #alpha confidence #alpha mindset #alpha master #absolute discipline

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hrizantemy · 9 months ago

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Feyre said that Lucien gave her “almost the same speech” that Ianthe did about “tamlin is a high lord. You will be his wife. There are traditions and expectations you must uphold. We must uphold” and feyre also tells him “you sound a great deal like her/Ianthe” when he tells her she shouldn’t ask for “free rein” to walk 3 miles outside and test her powers because what tamlin orders they obey and feyre falling in line is for the “stability” and appearance of the court.

These sentiments are the same ones Ianthe was telling feyre. She doesn’t even know who Ianthe is then and she’s only commenting that Lucian and Ianthe are telling her the same thing.

like come on, why are you so delusionaly hateful about these books, overanalyzing nesta to explain away her awful behavior and find fault everywhere in the ic by twisting every little things and then deny what’s blatant?

This is straightforward. Both Ianthe and lucian on page tell feyre when she expresses that she feels stifled by the restrictions and control tamlin is putting on her that she should go along with it and that it sends a message that will help the court heal after amarantha. It’s not complicated, Ianthe and Lucien don’t have to be the same people to be telling feyre the same thing- they both had an incentive to get feyre to suck ip her pain and fall in line with tamlin’s rules to keep the “peace” and “stability” as they say.

Like can you read or critically think? Or are you just so hateful about these characters that you make up issues?

But I dont know what I expected from a rape apologist like you

It seems my post about what Feyre said to Lucien struck a nerve for you. First and foremost, I have never excused rape, so I’m not sure where you’re getting that from.

Second, every analysis I’ve made regarding Nesta doesn’t excuse her actions. It debunks false claims like her enabling Elain, being ableist, or that she should have been parentified. My criticisms of the characters surrounding her stem from the belief that the punishments don’t fit the crimes in many cases. It’s one thing to hold people accountable, but it’s another to use trauma or struggles as ammunition against them.

Third, people are entitled to their own opinions on matters like this. Just because Feyre didn’t fully grasp what was going on with Lucien at the time doesn’t mean her words didn’t affect him. Ianthe had been harassing him, so imagine how he might have felt hearing those comparisons. Look at it like the situation where Amren compared Feyre to Tamlin when she wanted to protect her sisters. Feyre did what she thought was right at the time, just as Lucien did. That doesn’t make his actions right, but it also doesn’t excuse the impact her words may have had.

Fourth, I haven’t denied anything, so I’m unsure what you’re referring to there. If you believe I’ve misunderstood something, feel free to point it out, but baseless accusations don’t further the discussion.

Fifth, I’m not being delusional or hateful. I dislike certain characters and the author, and I’m entitled to those opinions. Plenty of people read books, enjoy analyzing characters and themes, and form critical opinions. That’s part of engaging with literature.

And finally, if you don’t like what I have to say, you can always block me. It’s simple. Engaging with someone’s posts doesn’t mean you have to agree, but personal attacks and wild accusations just diminish any real dialogue.

#a court of thorns and roses #anon ask #literally just giving my opinion on certain matters and how I feel if you don’t like it then you don’t have to engage with me or my posts #🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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tentacledsnakelover · 1 year ago

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Wild Kratts Episode Ideas

We made it another year. 2024, specifically, January 3rd, 2024, marks the 13th anniversary of Wild Kratts, which first aired in 2011 with Mom of a Croc. I remember first watching the bros as a toddler with Zoboomafoo, and I have grown up with Wild Kratts, from kindergarten to college. I owe the bros for opening my eyes to how amazing the creature world is. To celebrate, I wanted to share some episode ideas I came up with:

Fish Hacking 101: Chris and Martin desire to master the hunting techniques of the mysterious tentacled snake. But to Gourmand, the obscure serpent is just another ingredient for his latest dish.

Yetis and Leopards: To keep the bros away while they plan a surprise party, Aviva sends the bros looking for snow leopards. However, they find the mysterious cats much quicker than expected, forcing Aviva to keep the bros away from the Tortuga by baiting them with a Yeti robot she built, but snow leopards are great hunters.

Upriver With a Paddlefish: During Tortuga maintenance day, Koki goes kayaking, when she is hit by a jumping sturgeon. Injured and with her creature pod busted, the brothers find an unlikely hope in another strange looking fish.

Inferno the Fire Hawk: While visiting Australia, the crew observe a black kite intentionally setting fires. Paisley learns of this too, and hires Zach to mind control the birds into obeying her.

Dot and Stripe's Big Day: The crew have successfully rehabilitated a pair of orphaned Malayan tapir twins. But the spots the crew have chosen to release the siblings in have each been claimed by older, tougher tapirs. Aviva gives the bros Tapir powers so they can traverse the jungle and find new, suitable territory for the twins.

Ice Day for Salamanders: In the most ambitious experiment yet, the brothers freeze themselves alive in Siberian Salamander Powers for a day. However, Paisley abducts the brothers, intending to auction them off to the other villains to finance her schemes.

The Perfect Mudskipper Name: Martin's attempt to ride a mudskipper lead to him loosing his suit, and a mudskipper merging with it, like Seven did. The now humanoid fish kicks the gang out of the Tortuga, and all efforts to get him out of the ship and the suit fail. The brothers must learn to fight like a mudskipper to win their ship back, and get the fish back to normal.

Parrotfish Beach: While at the beach, Martin chances across a parrotfish. Not having seen one of the vibrant fish since they saved some from Zach and Donita, the team get to work to make a new suit. Meanwhile, Paisley has decided to create her newest road right through the reef, using a monstrosity of a machine she calls, "The Colossus of Roads".

Nudibranch Bingo: After finding a Blue Dragon Sea Slug, the brothers head to the Philippines in a game to see who can find the most species of sea slugs. Unbeknownst to them, Donita has hacked their cameras, so she can find and collect the colorful invertebrates to use in her newest designs, having grown bored of regular gems and jewels.

Hagfish Day: After finding out hagfish have a day dedicated to them, yet barely anybody knows about them, the brothers take the Pulponaut to the bottom of the sea to look for the elusive slime eels.

Jimmy and the Silverback: While his friends go off with a Gorilla troop, Jimmy laments his fear getting in the way of his desire to explore. Fortunately for him, another troop comes to the Tortuga. Unfortunately, the bros, Aviva, Koki, and the first troop, get in trouble, and Jimmy must step up to save his friends, and the gorilla.s

What Big Teeth You Have: While diving, the brothers chance upon a den of Wolf Eels and their eggs. Soon though, the bros must take up the duty to defend the nest after the parents are injured. While their friends take care of the expecting parents, Chris and Martin must keep the eggs safe. But competition is fierce. Octopus and other Wolf Eels want the den, and the brothers must keep them away.

Do the Velvet Worm: The brothers are on a long overdue adventure to find the rare and mysterious velvet worm, who thrive in wet and warm environments. But Paisley's newest scheme threatens to destroy the home of the worms, and all the other creatures there.

Keeping up with the Hornbills: Chris and Martin seal themselves in with an expecting mother Hornbill so that they can document the process, but when Donita teams up with Paisley to collect animals from the forest she is destroying, the tree the bros are in gets tossed into the river.

Condor Crash Course: A malfunction of the Tortuga's new autopilot system causes the ship to crash at the end of the Andes Mountains, and the crew are stuck at the other end. Martin thinks they could traverse the mountains with condor powers, but the trick is to find the birds first.

Quetzals of Then and Now: Aviva tells her friends the story of how her grandmother obtained the feathers of the Corcovado family birdie in a massive creature adventure.

Four Kratts and Some Saigas: The brothers' sisters come to visit, but creature adventuring doesn't stop for family reunions. The crew get a call of a herd of Saiga suffering from a bacteria infection.

Vampire Deer: The brothers learn about Chinese Water Deer, which have fangs in lieu of antlers. But the investigation into these weird deer is interrupted by Donita, who wants to use the deer as material for her new line of formal wear: Donita's Deer-est.

24 Hours in Lake Baikal: From freshwater seals to special sponges, and even weird natural formations, the record-holding Lake Baikal has caught the brothers' interest. It has also caught the interest of Gourmand and Paisley, who team up to make sure the brothers don't interfere.

Queen of the Meerkats: Struck by how fierce meerkats are, Zach captures the head female and several others to use in his new line of "Zach-Tion Figure" toys. Chris and Martin must save the meerkats while their friends keep what's rest of the fragile hierarchy from falling apart.

Olm's World: The brothers realized they never got around to making Olm powers. They return to Europe to find the mysterious "human-fish", so they can figure out the secrets of the unique salamander, such as how it can live for so long despite being blind.

Jamming With Moths: While building more bat boxes for their friend Bite-Size, Chris realizes the Little-Brown Bat, and all the other bats, are struggling to catch moths. The team is spurred by curiosity to determine whether the echolocation of a bat is truly a fool proof adaptation.

Be the Bee Eater: Bee Eaters are disappearing, and Zach is behind it. He plans to mind control the birds and sell them around the world as insect catchers.

Jumping Spider Jubilee: The crew split up to find the most unique species of jumping spiders. They will meet hunters, dancers, and even one little spider who lives up very high.

Night with a Not-Lizard: Impatient to study tuataras, a miniaturized Chris injures his leg, and he must use his skills, and the powers of the Tuatara, to avoid rats and other hungry predators to get back to the Tortuga.

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✴ despair;

pairing: cyrus albright & reader word count: 2.1k+ point of view: second (you/your pronouns)

‘Ah, perhaps my eyesight has finally begun to fail, for I cannot believe what I am seeing right in front of me!’

The voice proclaims it loud and clear, a charming smile blooming across the speaker’s handsome face. Nobody in the crowded tavern notices you, nor do they hear the scholar’s loud voice. You take a deep breath, as silent as you can, for your heart beats, beats, beats beats beats—

‘Please, sit down, my friend,�� Cyrus gestures to the chair in front of him, his smile firm and graceful. ‘It must have been quite the journey to get here. Ah, I don’t intend to undermine your abilities, of course. You have always been quite the extraordinary scholar. This mere journey from Atlasdam must have been all but an easy feat for you.’

The praise that lingers in his words would have made any woman swoon over him. You, too, at any other day, would have blushed but shut down his praise (What for? I am merely speaking the truth, my dear, he would have retorted). But, not today.

You obey his request, however. You pull the wooden chair back, heart in your throat, and you sit down quietly.

‘How fair are things at the Royal Academy? I cannot help but wonder what has been of the place since I have been fired from my position,’ Cyrus closes the book he had been reading.

‘Quiet,’ you answer. ‘Everything remains the same.’ You chuckle, attempting a smile. ‘Well, not really the same. It’s never the same without you, Professor Albright.’

You have always addressed him by his title, and him, yours. Sometimes, though.

‘You reckon so?’ Cyrus laughs. ‘I am pleased to hear someone thinks that. Thank you for your kind words, my dear.’

He tilts his head to the side. He is looking at you. Closely. No, he is looking through you. You glance down at your hands, your breath caught. You are being paranoid.

‘What brings you to Stillsnow?’ He inquires, leaning forward in his seat. ‘Perhaps, you are continuing your research on the correlation between natural forces and ice magic? You have mentioned before, in one of our previous arrangements in the Library, that you were researching how far the natural forces and environment influence creatures that control the magic, as well as scholars who have an innate sense of it, correct? It would make sense as to why you are researching it, of course! I applaud you for it, my dear! You have always been an excellent ice magic caster, and I can only wonder how far your research might take you, how much it might augment your powers. Please, do catch me up on your latest findings and data, dear. I would love to explore them for myself or, mayhaps, teach them to my students. Ah, of course, only if I am ever allowed back at the Royal Academy.’

You listen to the sound of his voice attentively. You try to use it to bury the storm inside you. You try to replace it with the flutter of butterfly wings, the feeling that you have known for the majority of the time you have known — and been around — Cyrus.

‘You’re correct,’ you reply as you meet his eyes. There is a slight smile on your lips; it does not quite meet your eyes. ‘I am here to continue my research.’

‘That is great news,’ Cyrus nods as his eyes roam your face and your smile. ‘Have you just arrived?’

‘...Around three hours or so.’

‘After sunset? Well, I do not doubt your abilities, as I have mentioned, but it is quite dangerous to travel by oneself in the dark, especially around these parts.’

‘The sooner I can get on with my research, the better,’ you shake your head. You look at the book in his hands, and you smile. ‘Still reading that old one, I see.’

‘I cannot simply drop a tome such as this,’ Cyrus muses as he glances at the hardcover book upon the table. ‘Especially when it has been gifted to me by one of my closest and beloved companions, my dear.’ His eye glints as he turns to you.

Your gift to him. How many years ago? You only know you were already a fool for him, and that is as much as you need to remember.

‘It has been, what, six months since we last saw each other, Professor,’ you start. ‘Please, tell me about your travels.’ You signal for the waiter to come at your table. ‘Are you here on your own?’

‘No,’ the scholar shakes his head. ‘Perhaps, a twist of the universe. I have crossed paths with other travelers, all different from one another. We have been traveling together for this long half a year, sharing stories, fights, victories and losses. I dare say, it is a wonderful experience.’

You request an ale. You have not drunk alcohol in a while, but perhaps it would soothe your nerves, for the time being. You turn back to Cyrus, when the waiter leaves. ‘How many of you are there, then?’

‘Eight,’ Cyrus counts. ‘We may sometimes split into groups depending on each one’s journey and convenience.’ Then, he sighs loudly, ‘My dear, you would not believe the stories I have collected from my journey to find the missing tome.’

You smile and you place your chin on your hand, ‘Then, why don’t you? It has been a long time, and it would be heavenly to hear what fun adventures you have gotten yourself into, Professor.’

And thus, Cyrus begins. He speaks of the beautiful, exotic towns he has seen in the Sunlands, where he sneaks into the Black Market. You raise an eyebrow at the story, questioning why he was there in the first place, and he shrugs it off with curiosity and companionship. Then, he tells you about a wandering warrior from the destroyed land of Hornburg, grinning widely when your mouth opens in disbelief. He tells you how he has been attempting to learn wind magic from a young merchant in his party.

By the time he is done with a small portion of stories and experiences, it is a little bit over midnight. The tavern has grown a bit quieter since you entered, but you still feel tense. As if too many eyes are on you.

‘It would have been a fascinating and joyful experience if I were to have such a journey with you, my dear,’ Cyrus sighs. ‘Alas, perhaps another time. You might allow me to come with you to do your research, right?’

‘Of course,’ you nod, your finger circling the top of your empty mug. ‘I’d be grateful to have you by my side.’

Cyrus bows. Then, he stands slowly, prompting you to mimic his movements. ‘As much as I would love to stay here for a little longer, I need to retire for the night. Tomorrow is a grand day, I imagine. Every day has proven itself to be such.’

You place a couple of leaves on top of the table, which include a small tip for the waiter. ‘Allow me to escort you? As you said, there are far too many dangers after sunset around these lands.’

Cyrus laughs, ‘Well said.’ He walks around the table, and he lends you his arm, his eyelids lowering slightly. Any other day, this would have sent you over the edge. Not today. ‘I would be more than thankful to have such a powerful scholar by my side.’

You grab his arm, shaking your head with a smile. ‘You’re too kind, Professor.’

When you leave the tavern, you pull your cloak closer to your body with your free hand. Cyrus appears unbothered by the snow and the cold. You allow yourself to focus on this. The warmth that radiates off his body, the feeling of having him this close to you. It would make sense why he feels this way, of course. For you are an ice magic caster, and he, a caster of hot, raging fire. That has always been his speciality.

Opposites attract, you wonder?

When you stand in front of the inn, the streets dead silent and empty, you bite your lip and reluctantly let go of his arm. You cross your hands behind your back, smiling up at the scholar. ‘Thank you for indulging me with your company, Professor Albright. It has been a pleasure.’

‘Of course,’ he bows. ‘I aim to please, my dear.’ Once again, as he straightens his back and opens his eyes, they roam across your face. He tilts his head to the side, the smile still present. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything I can help you with?’

The question startles you, but your body remains still, and your breath calm. However, just as when you are about to open your mouth to speak, your breath gets caught in your throat and you let your gaze fall to the ground.

The scholar is silent, watching you. You believe he is allowing you to collect your thoughts, for, no doubt, you look like a fool. You have never been like this. As you are about to speak, raising your head to look at him dead in the eye, Cyrus interrupts you. ‘Are you here to kill me?’

You flinch. You cannot stop it, and you have given him all the answers he needs to know.

Cyrus takes a slow, deep breath. The smile is still there; you might have taken it as an arrogant smirk, as Cyrus has always been quite the genius and this precise moment would have allowed a flawed sense of victory flow through him, but you do not see that. You see, instead, disappointment. And, dare you say—

Hurt?

The dagger in your hand feels cold. Too cold, even for someone who has had freezing blood running through your veins since you were but a child. ‘When I first caught a glimpse of you, in Quarrycrest,’ he begins slowly, ‘I had thought it to be a trick of my mind. My companion warned me about you, having seen you longer before I did.’

You remember.

You remember the piercing gray glare that scanned the crowd before it fell on you.

‘I had thought, “Well, they say the mind plays tricks on you when you are exhausted, when you are homesick.” And, perhaps, that would have been the case, wouldn’t you agree?’ Cyrus looks down at you silently, for a moment. ‘Why else would you be there? Why wouldn’t you be in Atlasdam?’

You cannot look away. The dagger shakes in your hand.

‘Alas, I see you again. In the Highlands, this time. This time, I recognize you. There had been no doubt in my mind that the beautiful woman that I was seeing, gazing thoughtfully over the stone railing, inhaling the scent of pine, in that single moment of distraction, was you.’

You would fail sooner or later. You are no thief, no dancer. You cannot evade or blend with the crowd.

‘It had shaken me to the core, of course.’ Cyrus takes a step closer towards you. The cloud that leaves his mouth as he speaks washes over your face; he is close enough that you could grab him by the front of his cloak and kiss him right there and then. Or, impale the dagger you have been given straight into his flaming heart.

You could do both, truth be told.

You do neither.

You try to fight back the tears that rise to the surface when Cyrus’ composure finally cracks and his face morphs into a face of confusion and sorrow. ‘Why?’

A hand travels down your throat, nails scratching lightly against your skin as a wicked giggle fills the room. She is telling you that she can give you the truth about the disappearance of your parents, about the erase of your family name. She is telling you that she can bring them back, if you so desire. You only need to do what she asks you to. A small price to pay for your undying happiness.

You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the ground in shame. ‘I-I’m sorry,’ you whisper. There is no excuse. You are aware — have been aware — ever since you complied with that mysterious voice. You do not know what happened that so easily clouded your judgment, your rational mind.

Cyrus does not answer you.

You let your arms drop to the sides, your dagger firm in your dominant hand, as you stare right into his eyes. ‘Cyrus—’

A sharp, strong hit against the back of your head. Your vision morphs quickly, a weak gasp of pain and shock leaving your lips, and your body is falling forward. Cyrus shouts your name in surprise, his voice sounding as distant as a long lost memory.

With that, your consciousness is no more.

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Chapter 74 - Kryo - The Glitch

As I opened my eyes, a faint glow seeped through the cracks in the wall. I nudged Raphael, who was still asleep beside me. He groaned and turned away, reluctant to leave the warmth of our makeshift bed. “Do you see that?” I whispered, pointing at the light. He mumbled something unintelligible and said, “Yeah, I see.” I strained my ears and noticed something else. “Do you hear that?” I asked him. He frowned and looked at me with suspicion. “I can’t hear anything. What’s wrong?” he said. I smiled and said, “The silence. The storm is over.” His eyes widened, and he sprang to his feet. “Great, then we can get moving,” he said, still keeping the blanket. We climbed to the top of the tower outside and scanned the horizon. I said, “We came from that direction. Maybe we could move that way.” But then I stopped. There was something in the distance that caught my attention. Raphael followed my gaze and gasped. “Is that another building?” he said. I squinted and saw a faint outline of spires and walls. “It looks like a kingdom,” I said. He said, “Should we try to reach it?” I thought about that for a moment, then shook my head. I looked at myself and felt a pang of sadness. “They don’t know me. They’re going to think that I’m a Shadow dragon. We can’t,” I said. He was about to say something, but then we heard a sound. Someone opened the door downstairs. I said in a low tone, “Someone is here. We must leave.” He nodded and climbed on my back. I glided down the tower, hoping to escape unnoticed. As I did so, I tried to flap my wings, but something was still wrong with them. I landed softly, not even fifty meters away. But we were too late. The visitor had reached the top and spotted us. “Hey you! Stop right there!” he shouted. I cursed under my breath. This was the last thing we needed. Raphael was still weak and vulnerable, and I shielded him with my body, ready to face our pursuer. A blast of cold air hit us, and I saw an Ice dragon flying towards us. An Ice dragon that I had believed I would never see again. It was Kryo.

He caught sight of Raphael behind me, and his eyes widened in recognition. “Get away from the human! Shadow dragon!” he commanded. I obeyed without hesitation and whispered to Raphael, “You’ll be fine. Do what he says. His name is Kryo.” Raphael nodded and waited nervously. Kryo landed in front of him and said, “Let me touch you. I can’t believe my eyes.” He reached out a claw and gently stroked Raphael’s face. “Good day, Kryo. I’m glad to see you,” Raphael said politely.

Kryo’s voice rose in volume as he asked, “Where are your wings? Oh, sorry, where have you been all these years?” Raphael told him what he knew about me. I tried to sneak away quietly, but Kryo noticed and snapped, “Don’t move. I’m not done with you.” I said, “I’m not a threat, Guardian Kryo. Please.” He said, “How do you know my name? Did he tell you?” I said, “It’s complicated. I know you won’t believe this, but we’re the same person, I think.” He said, “No, Raphael is not a dragon. You are not.” I didn’t reply but hung my head in shame.

He turned to Raphael and said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He walked towards me and summoned ice from the ground, trapping my legs. I struggled to break free, but it was useless. I shouted, “Wait, I swear, I’m Raphael too. Please let me explain.” He conjured a spear of ice like the ones I used to wield. I said, “Maybe you know me by another name. What about Nox?” He said, “You’re in the wrong place. Shut up, liar.” Raphael came to my defense and said, “Please, Kryo, he isn’t lying. He is Raphael too.” Kryo accused me, “Are you controlling his mind or something?” I said, “I’m not controlling his mind. My powers are frozen.” He paused and then said, “Oh, now I understand why you didn’t turn into a shadow. Well, too bad.” He pointed the spear at my head and asked, “So, let’s see, how did you get here?” I said, “I have no idea.” Then Raphael said, “I brought him here by accident. Please don’t harm him. He saved my life during the storm.” He considered that and said, “Did you really help a human?” I said, “Yeah, what else could I do? Let my twin freeze to death? Anyway, I’m happy to see you again, Kryo.” He said, “Stop talking to me like that. I don’t know you.”

“I repeat to you that I’m Raphael and also King Nox. How can I prove that to you?” I challenged him.

He smirked and said, “Let’s see about that. If you answer correctly, maybe I’ll believe you. If you don’t, I’ll use this.” He flashed his ice spear like the prized weapon of an executioner.

I swallowed hard and said, “Okay, I’m in. Even if it has been decades ago, let’s see what I remember.”

He began his interrogation. “What’s the name of the governor of the kingdom where Raphael appeared?”

“Aura Aetherius, a pink dragon,” I answered without hesitation.

He nodded and asked, “What’s the name of the Light dragon, if there’s one?”

“The name of the Light dragon is Akira. And she was also my mentor. Did you know that she also visited my kingdom? She has a son now and lives with Fyrenthos. They’re so happy together.” I added with a smile.

He widened his eyes and said, “I didn’t know that. Anyway, correct. I believe you, hi Raphael.”

I sighed in relief and said, “Thank you, finally! Hi Kryo. Now, could you please unfreeze my legs? The ice is burning me.”

He snapped his fingers, and the ice shattered. He looked at me and the other Raphael with curiosity and said, “How the hell are there two of you now? I don’t understand.”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. We met recently. I didn’t know there were two of us until now. Anyway, I’m the Raphael that you know better. He is me, but like this.” I gestured to his human form.

We walked in silence for a while, and then the other Raphael said, “It’s better if we don’t talk about my previous job. Anyway, I’m still freezing. Could we move back to the tower or somewhere warmer, please?”

Kryo ignored his request and said, “I heard of a king by the name of Nox, so it was you all this time?”

I nodded and said, “I was, and I’m proud of it.”

He sighed and said with a sad tone, “King Nox disappeared a decade ago.”

I frowned and said, “Maybe you’re confusing me with another Nox. I didn’t leave the kingdom for even a month.” But he asked, “Are you King Nox from the kingdom of the Whispering Wind?”

I confirmed, “Correct, I am.”

He shook his head and said, “Then I wasn’t mistaken. You’ve disappeared for years. About ten years, I think.”

Then the other Raphael gasped and said with wide open eyes and a trembling voice, “Damnit, I made a mess.”

I asked him, “What do you mean?”

He explained, “I think that I may have brought us ten years ahead of time. We’ve been dead for a decade. That’d explain the time gap he is talking about.”

I stared at them in disbelief and said, “Is this a joke? Right? Right?”

Kryo looked surprised, and the other Raphael hung his head and said, “No, it isn’t. Sorry.”

I felt a surge of panic and said, “Oh no. Ten years? How?” I paused and then added in a whisper, “No, no, no! It can’t be. I need to get back! Even if… I’m not sure if I should. Freya is going to kill me.”

Kryo spoke in a grave tone. “Some say that a band of Water dragons is still searching for you. And Queen Freya... she has never left the palace since her king vanished.” His words pierced my heart like icicles. I broke down in tears and sobbed. “Oh, how I miss them all. My daughters, my son, everyone. I failed to keep my promise.” Kryo looked at me with curiosity. “What promise?” he asked. I felt a surge of embarrassment and wiped my eyes. “It’s nothing, really. I just told my son I would be back in a few months. I think he wanted to introduce me to his soulmate.” Kryo nodded. “I heard that Prince Zephyrion has formed a bond with an Ice wyvern,” he said. I stared at him in disbelief. “How do you know that? How can you know so much about my kingdom yet not recognize its king and attack me?” He chuckled and shook his head. “I never met the king. You were a stranger to me. I’m sorry.” I sighed and looked away. I was ashamed of myself. I had been too reckless. Then I asked him, “Can you take us back home?” He shook his head again. “Not now, but I’ll try to help you with that. In the meantime, would you like to visit our kingdom?” He pointed to the horizon, where a glittering city of ice and snow stood. I asked him, “That’s the kingdom of the Frozen Crystal?” He nodded and said, “Yes, that’s the name. Why do you ask?” Raphael, who had been silent until then, spoke up. “Is it true that there’s a magic crystal there with the power of a thousand ice dragons and multiple elements?” He sounded eager and hopeful. Kryo hesitated and said, “I can’t confirm or deny that.” He glanced at Raphael and said, “Come on, let’s go to the kingdom. We’ll talk more there.” Then he turned to me and asked, “Can you carry Raphael there?” I nodded and said, “Sure, we’ll be there soon.” Kryo smiled and said, “See you at the gates.” He flew away, announcing our arrival at the gates. We followed him on foot, with Raphael riding on my back like a lazy passenger. I was glad to help him, but damn, he felt heavy. And I was still weak. And my wings were useless. I wished they would heal soon.

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Say yes to heaven or say yes to me!!!!

< ANGST ALERT>

(Crowley's pov) He was on his throne feet up on his desk staring at picture of him and aziraphale from when the angel decided he wanted to try phototherapy .He gulps down a sip of the strongest whisky he had, straight, with no mixer or ice to lessen the impact of the burning in his throat it was almost soothing to him. "All this time pining over him an angel I could have been a duke of hell," he says before he hiccups . Nothing could ease the pain of losing the love of his life for good and that's saying something he was ancient to mortals of course. He had no reason to be here anymore, he now consumed two bottles of whiskey per night. His plants could no longer bring him joy. What was the point of it all why was heaven punishing him so severely? He is not the worst demon but good demons didn't exist. And just then, he remembered something he had saved for a special occasion something to end his suffering.

A few days earlier You don't have to say yes, angel. Aziraphale refused to react when Crowley pleaded with him he would always obey the Almighty since it was his duty. Aziraphale had to say something since they were now standing silently just a few inches apart and he could see the despair in his dearest friend's eyes. "Crowley, I'll improve heaven for us". There is a glimpse of optimism in his eyes " ahh I almost failed to mention as the greatest part". The demon simply stared at him, knowing that whatever he was about to say would probably make things worse: "You can come back and be an angel again my first decree as ark-angel." Crowley, who was now on the verge of erupting into a full fit of rage.

"Hell no, i'd never go back angel they're all judgemental pricks " Aziraphale gasped Crowley jumped back away from him disappointed he would even suggest such a thing "You have to make a choice," declares Crowley, "to say yes to heaven, or say yes to me and we'll build a life together just you and me." Aziraphale's cheeks grew a vibrant red and with his pale complexion there was no covering it up but he couldn't be tempted . "Don't force me to choose between you and heaven, Crowley" Aziraphale says firmly. In a more hushed voice, Crowley asks, "Why because you'll choose heaven" He is aware that he has never had so little power and that killed him, but in this moment, he must use every tactic at his disposal to persuade his angel to remain by his side. Even though Aziraphale never understood his feelings for the demon, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt or leave him. He rests his hand on the demon's shoulder to try to sooth his pain because Crowley has always been the best thing about earth but alas it was never meant to be a forever thing. "Yes, I'm choosing heaven" Aziraphale begins to choke but tries to conceal it from the demon but he could sense the angels heart was being torn.

Crowley tries to leave with dignity, but even if there's the slightest slimmer of hope that he might feel the same as him he decides to make one last plea to convince the angel to stay with him. One moment he is by the angel's door, the next his lips are slamming against his. Crowley is holding the angel by the collar while the angel is pinned underneath the aggressiveness of crowley towering over him his hands clutched around the demons waist like a reflex allowing the kiss he finally realizes he can't accept these feelings he pushes the demon away, saying, "I forgive you, Crowley." A 6000-year friendship was shattered by Crowley's inability to control his emotions, so he simply leaves the bookstore and departs in his Bentley tears fall down his cheeks the last time he cried like this was right after he fell..

Aziraphale didn't realise it, but he was crying as well he didn't realise how much he loved the demon until it was too late. He goes outside takes in his surroundings one last time. He spots a feather that is lying on the ground must have fallen out of the Bentley he puts it in his pocket he wanted at least one thing to remember the good times they shared he took a few moments before saying, "Maybe in another life, my dear Crowley."

Back to present Crowley The plants are trembling a lot because they are aware of Crowley's scheme, but what can they do? After all, they are just plants that will eventually rot. He almost drops what he is holding as he stumbles past them. " Almost ended it prematurely fellas ", he laughs as he pull out two glasses he pours champagne in one and the last few drops of holy water he had spared into the other. " AZIRAPHALE YOU BASTARD YOU BEAUTIFUL HORRIBLE ANGEL BASTARD" Crowley was usually a happy drunk but heartbroken Crowley was a menace to everything especially himself. "Why couldn't you have said yes to me so cheers to you angel" just before he takes a sip he conveniently nods off glass tilted towards himself one drop was enough to kill him it was now a ticking time bomb.

Aziraphale in Heaven He always envisioned himself as an angel in authority, admired by those around him. Recently, his intellect had left him, and he had been telling the same dumb jokes he used to tell Crowley which use to have them bent over in laughter, but now only draw angry looks from angels who have never seen anywhere but heaven. He bowed his head for a brief period in an attempt to close his eyes and focus on his thoughts, but something wouldn't let him. His thoughts kept returning to the kiss, which was unlike anything else he had ever experienced. It didn't even compare to the first time ate. His thoughts simply kept returning to the demon in ways that heaven would never condone. His heart bled for Crowley, and it begged and pleaded with his brain to head back to him and beg for his forgiveness for not seeing his love for him sooner and for not choosing him. His brain and heart were at war, and his heart was gradually gaining the upper hand.

He looked up at the angel now in front of him, she coughed near him to catch his attention she kept herself prim and precise like the kind of angel he used to see himself to be. Before he can address her, the lift that only goes to see the Almighty opens before him with his name above the lift the Almighty was beckoning him, he clears his throat and rubs the bridge of his nose. He rises to his feet as the angels on that floor begin to applaud him, not out of favour or support for him but rather as is customary when an angel ascends to see the Almighty.

He whispers "I'm sorry" as he starts to walk away from the lift as the doors quickly close and the angels are ordered to report back to work, leaving them unable to react. His heart is fully in control, knowing that it's now or never Aziraphale time to think for yourself and choose to be happy.

When Aziraphale gets to Crowley's place The angel knocks but receives no response, which doesn't significantly alarm him, so he miracles himself in only to discover the normally kept immaculate place completely destroyed and torn up. His heart sinks and he runs to find him. When he finds him slumped back on the coach past out glass tipping towards him, it doesn't take an idiot to figure out what the demon has done or was planning to do. The angel's heart broke seeing him so broken tears still stained on his cheeks. He kept repeating "no no no no," creeping over so as not to wake the demon as he slept, for one move would cause him to lose him for the duration of time. He reaches out to take the glass from him, but as soon as he has it, Crowley violently grabs Aziraphale's wrist, causing him to whimper in pain. Crowley appears to be prepared to kill him, but as he realises who is in front of him, he jumps back and softens his expression as he wipes his face as his anger turns to sadness once again.

The cynicism in his voice as he said, "Here to gloat angel," was evident. He runs his fingers through his hair before continuing, "here to make me regret not coming with you and conforming by showing me how better your life is." Aziraphale just looks at him for a moment and before his brain can comprehend what's going his body is wrapped around Crowley sobbing violently now into the slender demons torso. As instinct crowley embraces the angel even though he himself was distraught, he hated to see him cry this violently. He let the angel sob he was alarmed and confused, "hey hey what's this about" he pulls the clearly distressed angel away from his body making him face his gaze now. Aziraphale's starts to immediately for the first time in 6000 years speak his mind, "Crowley i'm sorry for everything i've loved you for as long as i can remember I was so stupid to think i could go on without you, i never needed heaven you are my heaven i need you....". Crowley just stood there in shock at the angels confession his eyes start to fill up but with tears of joy, he cuts the angel off by pressing his finger against his lips. "Kiss me angel" and with that this time the angel waits no time and obeys the demon wrapping his arms around his neck pushes their lips together both their pain and misery melt away when they kiss. Crowley's hands resting on the angels lower back pulling him as close as possible. when they pull apart both gasping for breath a smirk begins to grow on Crowley's face, "I forgive you angel" he kisses the angel's temple, but Aziraphale isn't finished he waited 6000 years for this he pulls him in for another kiss.

" I love you Crowley" he lays his head into him he rubs the top of his head " I love you too angel".

Hope you enjoyed this was so fun to make I have so many ideas!!!!!!!! till next time xx

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