hgfictionwriter · 2 days ago
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Safe Word
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie and you try out a new strap. One that requires careful use and a safe word just in case.
Warnings: Smut. Size kink. Large strap. Safe word. Cunnilingus (r receiving), masturbation (j). Language.
A/N: This one’s for anyone who’s sick of my G!P fics lol. This combines a couple of requests for using a safe word and doing another size kink fic.
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"Oh my gosh."
"Are you sure about this?" Jessie asked and you nodded readily.
"We have our safe word if it gets to be too much," you reasoned.
"Which is?" She asked purposefully.
"Clover," you responded. She nodded in approval.
"Good." She offered you a subtle smirk. "Gotta make sure my girl is okay."
Your eyes drifted back down to the strap that Jessie wore. Her hand was wrapped around it, but it was large enough that her fingers didn't connect as she grasped it.
You taking her strap was nothing new. She'd taken you all over this apartment; you calling her name as she fucked you so good there could be no other outcome than you trembling and cumming on her strap.
However, her newest addition was something else altogether. She'd made no secret of how she loved seeing you stretched out around her and you were very vocal about how much you loved the way she filled you up. It was really only a matter of time until a larger strap would be introduced.
This thing though, as she held its weight in her hand, you couldn't help but note how its width was almost as big as her forearm. A wave of arousal went through you at seeing her stand before you with it, but you couldn't deny there was an ounce of apprehension in there as well.
She'd just gone down on you, making you cum on her tongue twice, even, surely wanting you to be as ready as possible.
"I still think you should be on top when we start," Jessie said as she rubbed lube up and down the strap. You gave a cheeky shrug of a shoulder.
"I trust you, baby. You know what you're doing," you said. She cocked her head and an eyebrow, but couldn't conceal the smug smirk that crossed her lips.
"We'll go slow," she assured you as she pulled you to the edge of the bed. A smile crossed your face at being manhandled by her and your legs instinctually wrapped around her waist. "Mm, I'll never get tired of the way you spread your legs for me."
Your core pulsed and you grew wetter just from that statement, alone.
"God, baby, you look incredible," she said as she ran the thick head of the strap through your folds and over your sensitive nub. Your back arched briefly before relaxing back into the bed. Jessie's dark eyes were honed in on how large the strap was even against your lips. "You are going to look so stunning wrapped around my cock."
"Mm," you voiced as you dug your heels into her and pulled her closer. She chuckled and gave you a flirty look.
"Patience, my love."
She thrusted her hips gently into her fist, relishing the visual as it part your lips and stroked your clit. She wanted you dripping wet.
"Don't tease me," you pleaded as you wiggled your hips in mild protest.
She 'tsk'd you a couple of times with a pointed look.
"Impatient girls don't get my cock," she said.
"I better be the only girl getting your cock," you said with a grin and she merely rolled her eyes before offering you a wink.
"You know I'd be terrible at cheating," she chuckled. "I can't lie to you at all."
"And I love that about you," you said as you tried to push your hips into her strap, still solely focused on what you wanted.
"And you know what I love about you?" She asked slowly as she shifted her hips and guided the strap to rest at your waiting entrance. She bit her lips as she very gently shifted her hips forward. Her own core pulsed at the sight of the large head of the strap nudging at your opening before your lips encircled it, pulled tight around its girth. She smiled and finished her thought. "How well you take my cock."
"Oh fuck," you said, both turned on by her words, but also at the sensation of the strap stretching you to new limits.
"You okay, baby?" She asked, holding still inside of you.
You stared up at the ceiling in concentration, nodding rapidly. "Yes, I'm okay."
She slipped in a touch more, wanting to give your entrance some reprieve from the head and waited a few moments longer to let you accommodate.
"Oh my gosh," you said as you brought your hands up to your head, eyes still on the ceiling before drifting down to meet her watchful gaze. You chuckled breathlessly. "That's big."
"And you're taking it so well, baby," she said as kneaded your thighs, eyes lowering from yours to see how she was filling you up. She throbbed at the sight, eyes closing momentarily before she refocused and looked at you. "Tell me when."
You nodded. "Go ahead."
She cautiously rolled her hips forward, more of the strap disappearing into your tunnel.
"Oh, babe, this looks incredible," she said in awe. You barely registered her words, instead you'd pushed your head back into the mattress, jaw dropping at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy being stretched out like never before.
"Holy fuck," you breathed. A frown of concern crossed her face, but you quickly dismissed it. "I'm fine. I like it. Mm, God, you're filling me up so good, baby."
Jessie's jaw clenched at your praise as she drew back subtly before nudging a touch deeper into you. You moaned as she repeated the motion until she was as deep as she could go.
"You okay, baby?" She asked.
"Yeah," you nodded. You tested clenching and relaxing - or attempting to - around it. Then you tried rolling your hips against her, the sensation pulling another moan out of you. You clocked the smile of wonder on Jessie's face.
You reached out for her, pulling her into your embrace, a hand coming to rest just under her jaw as you kissed her and whispered. "I want you to fuck me. Show me what you can do with this big cock of yours."
Jessie kissed your hard, blistering, even, as she pushed you further into the bed. You grinned and she stood back up and drew her hips back tentatively before very carefully pushing into you once more.
The empty feeling of her strap leaving you before being filled and stretched once more was more prominent and extreme than ever and it felt amazing to ride out those sensations.
After several, tentative strokes, Jessie felt comfortable with how you were taking her and she began to find a steadier rhythm. Her pace was still slow, but her strokes grew firmer as she grew confident that you could take her.
By now, she was rocking her hips fully into you, anchoring herself with her hands on your hips as she arched her back into you.
She leaned down again, your hands immediately coming up to splay through her hair and caress her neck, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
"You're doing so good, baby," she whispered into your kiss as she pumped into you.
"You're filling me up so good," you said. "Mm, I can barely take it."
"I could see how tight you were around it. You're doing great and taking me so well," she praised.
You gasped in pleasure as you pulled her closer to you, rocking your hips up to meet hers.
"You feel so good inside of me, Jess," you whispered.
She groaned and stood back up so she could better fuck you better. She grasped your legs and hoisted them up so her hands were on your calves, holding your legs further apart and again relishing the view of her strap sinking into you, your skin pulled taut around it.
"Oh fuck," you panted as she leaned back, trying a different angle and sliding home again.
Soon, all reservations from before left her mind as she began to fuck you with the same fervour and intensity that she normally did. Your clipped moans filled the room and she grinned wickedly at you as she repeatedly drew back to the tip and sunk back in.
Jessie panted as she thrust into you. Sweat started to form across her brow and she wrapped your legs around her waist once more before leaning over you again, tucking her head into your neck and her arms under your back to hook them over the top of your shoulders and began to surge forward to fill you.
Your fingers dug into her back, nothing new during sex. She heard you whimper in her ear and she drove deeper into you, her hips bouncing off of yours and you tensed up completely.
"Clover. Clover!"
Jessie lifted her head, taking a moment to register what was going on. When the realization hit her, a cold panic swept over her and she immediately jerked back, withdrawing abruptly from you.
"Ah, fuck," you winced, your hand coming between your legs as you closed them and rolled onto your side, curling into yourself.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Jessie said in alarm as she rushed back to you, placing a hand on your back and leaning over you to try to catch your eye. "I'm so sorry. Y/N. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
The tension from your face faded and your body tentatively relaxed in her arms. You exhaled.
"It's okay, Jess. It's fine. It was just too deep and it hurt when you pulled out like that," you explained.
"I'm so sorry," Jessie said, the emotion in her voice evident as she rest her head against yours and stroked your back, not sure what else to do. "I got carried away. I wasn't thinking."
"It's okay, baby," you said as you tiredly brought a hand up to her cheek. "You didn't mean to. I know that. I'm okay."
"Are you sure?" She asked worriedly as she pulled back and peered between your legs, looking for anything concerning. Though your skin was a bit red, there was nothing else of note. Still, she frowned deeply as she looked back up to you and kissed your shoulder in remorse.
"I'm sure," you said with a soft chuckle, coaxing her up to look at you. "It's alright, baby. I'm fine. You don't need to apologize," you assured her. Despite your words, guilt and worry still sat heavy in Jessie's chest.
You shifted onto your back to more fully embrace her, but the movement pulled a faint wince out of you that Jessie saw you try to suppress. Her eyebrows shot up in both trepidation and accusation and you immediately shook your head at her.
"It's fine!" You argued. You narrowed your eyes at her, "I just got fucked by a giant strap, I'm a bit tender, but I'm fine. You don't need to worry."
"I do worry," she responded immediately, eyes still scanning you for further injury or concern. You sighed and cupped her face with both hands, now speaking patiently.
"Baby. It's totally okay. We were trying something new. I knew it could be painful. We had a safe word ready and when I said it you stopped right away. That's all that matters."
"And I hurt you when I pulled out," Jessie added with a defeated frown. You rolled your eyes.
"Listen to my words...I am perfectly fine," you said as you made her hold your gaze. "You are very sweet to worry about me so much, but there's no need."
She released a silent huff as she continued to hold your gaze, studying your eyes now for any hint that you weren't being forthcoming. Still, her mouth fell further.
"What can I do to make it up to you?"
Your eyes fell shut as you laughed. "You are so dramatic. You don't need to atone."
She finally felt a hint of a smile tug at her lips and a breathy chuckle worked its way up her throat. "I think I do need to," she said.
"Hey, wait a minute," you said with a teasing smirk. "I'm the one with a bruised pussy and yet I'm the one making you feel better?"
Jessie blushed furiously, ducking her head slightly at the realization.
"I'm sorry," she said instinctively. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and she saw you readying a retort. She quickly spoke over you. "I'll run you a bath," she offered urgently.
"No, that's okay," you said, relaxing once more.
"Um, make you a snack?" She said with a hopeful smile.
"No, I'm not hungry," you said, your hand resting on the back of her neck and rubbing small circles at the base as she contemplated other options.
You could see she wasn't going to broach what you wanted at all, and you nudged her with your knee.
"I didn't exactly...finish," you said slowly. "I can't take a strap at all right now, but...," you trailed off. Jessie's brows were furrowed together as she listened and as you tapered off her eyes lit up again.
"Seriously?" She asked.
You chuckled. "Seriously."
"Fuck. Of course, baby. I'd love to take care of my girl," she said.
You kissed for a while, her wanting to give you more time. When you moaned into the kiss she dipped her head down and drew one of your nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue as she gently suckled it. You arched into her mouth and she moaned in appreciation, her hand coming to the small of your back.
She switched breasts, taking her time as she teased it with her mouth and massaged your other with her hand. She smiled as your fingers ran through her hair.
She began to slowly trail soft, lingering kisses along your torso.
"I'm sorry I hurt you baby," she said before her tongue peeked out to tease your skin. "Let me make it better."
She stepped off the bed, stepping out of the harness and setting it aside. Returning, she gently pulled you back towards the edge of the bed.
"Are you okay there?" She asked as she got down onto her knees. You smirked and looked down your body at her.
"Very."
"Good," she said with a wink as she hooked your legs over her shoulders and began to lay feathery kisses up the inside of your thighs. Renewed goosebumps flared across your skin.
She'd already been down there earlier, but your core throbbed in need once more.
"My baby," she whispered as her kisses drew closer and closer until she began laying soft kisses along the outside of your lips.
Your back arched off the bed again and you inhaled in anticipation. Your jaw fell slack as you felt her tongue graze your folds.
"You okay?" She asked though she still laid open mouth kisses on you.
"Yes," you said breathlessly. "Keep going." You swallowed a moan as suddenly her tongue was firm up and down your folds before ending soft and fleeting. "Oh shit," you panted as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you.
A gasp escaped you as her mouth latched onto your clit and she sucked gently while her tongue flicked teasingly across it. She smiled into you as your thighs flexed around her head and your heels dug into the back of her shoulders.
She released your clit and laid her tongue flat against you as she trailed downward until she began to very gently lap at your entrance, careful to not be too firm considering how tender you were. Even then, you could hear the wet sounds of her hungrily licking you up.
"Oh fuck," you whispered as you brought your hand to the side of her head, your thumb caressing her temple, feeling the movements of her jaw under your finger. As she began to tease your clit once more your fingers curled against her crown and she moaned in appreciation.
You could hear her breathing harder, and you glanced down to see her face redder than usual. You caught the rhythmic motions of her right shoulder. A smile slowly crossed your face and your core pulsed at the realization that she was touching herself as she ate you out.
"Fuck yes, baby," you moaned as you lifted your hips to meet her mouth more readily. She moaned in return and buried her face deeper into your pussy. "I want us to cum together," you said.
She let out a shuddering moan, muffled by your heat and you saw the movement of her shoulder quicken. Sounds of her rubbing her wetness now mingled with the sounds of her mouth devouring you.
You let out a strangled moan as your thighs locked around her head and you gripped her hair tightly in your fist. You felt your used muscles spasming as you came on her face.
Her arm movements were rapid as she humped her hand and soon she whimpered, hard and high into you as she came on her fingers.
It was several moments before your legs relaxed around her head and Jessie’s body grew slack, shoulders hunching as she leaned against the bed and caught her breath.
You felt a faint kiss on your knee before she lifted herself up to join you on the mattress, wrapping her arm around your waist.
“Thank you, baby,” you breathed as you pulled her closer to you. You gave her a sly look. “Give me a couple of days and we’ll try the strap again.”
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russo-woso · 1 day ago
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Keep it a secret || Beth mead x Williamson!reader
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Warning ACL injury
Summary You tear your ACL but amidst the chaos, can you and your girlfriend keep your relationship a secret?
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It had been a thrilling match to say the least.
England had been playing against South Africa in Coventry.
The bright lights of the stadium shone on the grass, the stadium lit up with hopeful fans.
You looked up after the whistle had blown to indicate substitutions.
You watched as Beth, your girlfriend, left the pitch alongside your sister, Leah.
You and Beth had been dating for just over six months but had decided to keep it all a secret.
That way you didn’t have to face the chaos from your teammates or the media.
And it also meant that you got some time with Beth before your sister threatens to kill her, the usual Leah liked to do to your past partners.
Your cheeks reddened as Beth sent you a wink once she’d sat down.
The game soon carried on the game soon became your main priority again.
As a defender, you were constantly running up and down to stop the ball getting to the box.
You were so focused on the match, putting your body on the line to stop the ball getting by.
So when South Africa had a perfect ball through, you ran as fast as you could to catch up but your hopes of stopping a goal came tumbling down when you ended up tumbling down.
A searing pain ran through your body as you grabbed your knee.
You smacked the floor in anger, your face buried in the floor.
You knew what you had done, you’d heard enough description of it from Leah and Beth.
Alessia was the first to you, your best friend always knowing when your injuries were bad.
She waved the medics immediately, sending leah a panicked look.
You felt a hand on your back and turned to look at Beth.
Beth had clearly ran from the bench to see if you were okay.
“Beth?”
“I’m here, love.”
“I’ve done it. I know I have.” You cried, grabbing ahold of Beth’s hand as she moved your head into her lap.
In that moment, Beth didn’t care if she was revealing your relationship. She just wanted to help you and you didn’t care either, wanting to be as close to Beth.
The medics brought the stretcher on, helping you on before carrying you off, Beth staying by your side, kissing your head.
You went straight to the hospital, knowing your mum was in the crowd so she could drive you home.
Beth and Leah went with, Leah not saying a word.
Once the scans were done, you were sent to a room where the three of you sat patiently.
“I’m gonna go grab some coffee, want one too?” Beth asked, standing up from her seat.
“Please.” You whispered, sending her a weak smile.
You looked over at Leah, expecting her to say something but instead, you were met with silence.
She was gazing out the window to the city that lay outside.
“So… you and Beth?”
“Yeah… listen Le, I’m sorry. We were going to tell you at some point. We just wanted some privacy to explore what we wanted with each other first.” You explained, watching Leah nod.
“I’m your big sister, Y/N, I thought we told each other everything?”
“We do, Leah, I promise. Just not Beth, we wanted to have a bit of time together alone without anyone knowing. Mum doesn’t even know.” You continued your explanation.
“Does Alessia know?”
You shook your head, Leah sending you a surprised look.
“If Alessia doesn’t know then you really must have wanted to keep it private.” Leah said, knowing you tell Alessia everything and anything.
“We really wanted to. I’m sorry.”
“Are you happy?”
“So happy. Le, Beth makes me laugh, she makes me smile when I’m sad, she’s just…incredible. There’s no true word that explains how happy she makes me. Please give her a chance, I know you’re protective but you know Beth, she’s a good one.”
“I’ll still have words with her, but if you’re really that happy then I think I can give her a chance.” Leah told you, sending you a smile.
“I would get up and hug you but I don’t really think I can.” You joked but before you could even finish, Leah had jumped up and wrapped her arms around you.
“Just think, if you and Beth get married, me and her would be sister in laws.”
“You would.” You agreed, watching Beth walk into the room.
“Hi, sister in law.” Leah said
“She’s okay with it?” Beth questioned, looking at you.
You nodded excitedly, watching a massive smile appear on her face.
“You’re still getting the big sister talk though, Mead.”
“Of course I am.”
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madamechrissy · 2 days ago
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Dirty Little Secret
ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader
ꕥ Warnings- MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - Soft Toji!! This chapter-fluffy cuteness, spitting, rough sex, oral (both reveiving) Toji is freaky till the end lol, mommy/daddy kink
ꕥ Word Count- this chap- 4k
ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.
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Three Years Later
“I punch daddy!” Your three year old little girl Mio is currently punching Toji Fushiguro, he’s on the floor on his back, pretending her punches are as powerful as any anime character surely. You’re giggling as you hold your other little girl, Mai, who was almost two now. Toji really knocked you up back to back.
“Dada, Dada, save Dada!” She whines now, and you giggle and let her down, as she fights to save her dad from Mio’s evil clutches.
“Yes Mai, save Dada please!” He pleads, as Mio is kicking him with her little feet playfully, giggling, and Mai is pulling on his hands. “Your sister, she’s so evil! Just like her Mama!”
“Hey now!” You flip him off, sticking your tongue out, and he chuckles at you, as Mai ‘helps’ him up. “No, Mai, punch daddy too.”
“No, love Dada!” Mai jumps up and down and Toji scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her tummy, you melt as you always do watching him with them. Mio is jumping up as well, so Toji snatches them each up in his arms, walking to you then, big grin on his handsome face.
“Love mama too though, hmm?” He says to Mai, and she reaches for you with her little hand, you give both girls kisses, then kiss Toji softly, giggling at them.
“Love mama!” They both shout.
“Are you all excited for Gumi coming over?” You ask them, and they squeal, especially Mio, she just adores Megumi.
“I’m excited for it.” Toji says as he puts them down and they are running around, pulling you against him, his tone dropping. You are blushing now, as he sinks his hands into your hips, much wider after your kids then before, but Toji loves them. Toji loves everything about you.
“I’m excited too.” You admit with a whisper, since Megumi and his girlfriend were coming to pick the girls up for the weekend. “It’s been so long since we’ve had any alone time.”
“I know doll, shit don’t I know. Wish I could knock you up again.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp.
“Thank god you can’t, two is plenty!”
“Mmm, wanted a boy.”
“You have one, and you named him a girl name.”
“Hey now!” You’re both laughing softly, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll go get them ready for the weekend! I’m gonna miss them.”
“I know, me too, but I also really wanna be alone.”
“Old perv.” You stick your tongue out, and he smirks, his dark green eyes glinting and crinkling at the corners.
“You’re not so young now, old lady. My old lady.”
“The fuck I am!” You shove at him and he smacks and grabs your ass as you run by, and Toji’s phone rings.
“What’s up Dad.” You hear Shiu screaming over the phone, and you snort in laughter then. “Fine, fine. They’re great, Megs is snatching em up for the weekend. You still coming for Thanksgiving?”
Shiu and Toji were friends, after a few years of constant side remarks, though Shiu still has some in his arsenal you think. “Tell Dad I love him!” You shout, as you pick up Mai, holding your hand for Mio. “Let’s go get ready, lovely girls!”
“My baby girl says she loves you, Shiu- she is my baby girl- it’s not perverted, heh well maybe it is- now you don’t have to say that!” Toji is shouting out, and you roll your eyes, some things don’t really change.
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“Gumi, Gumi!” Mio keeps shouting, and Megumi and his pretty girlfriend walk in, hugging you tightly, as they then hug the girls.
“Brudder, brudder!” Mai says, and he’s chuckling, his usually serious side melts away around them.
“Gumi missed you babies. Ugh c’mere.” He hugs them tightly, and then they go and hug his girlfriend, who you notice has a ring, gasping.
“Fiance!?” You ask, and she blushes, nodding.
“He asked me just the other day, we haven’t shared with many people just yet.” She says softly, holding her hand out for you to look at the ring, as Toji walks out and looks now.
“Holy shit, Megs you gettin’ married kid?” Megumi’s cheeks flush a bit, and he pops a kiss on her cheek.
“I am, not just yet of course, we’re thinking about next year.”
“Holy fuck I’m so happy for you!” You squeal out, you love his girlfriend, Megumi has gotten so soft for her it’s fucking adorable, though he’s still very much Megumi.
“Thank you.” He pops a kiss on your head, smiling.
“Damn, you’re gonna be a grandma soon.” Toji says to you, and you gasp, smacking at his big strong chest. “Step Grandma?”
“Fuck you, Toji! Ugh!”
“The children, language, brat.” He huffs, as you scowl up at him, and Megumi snorts and rolls his eyes.
“You two clearly need this break. Oh, and she’s not my step mom, I don’t care if you’re married. Still not.”
“Exactly!”
“But as for kids, maybe.” His fiance says, and you squeal at that.
“Maybe.” He agrees quietly.
“Holy shit I’m gonna be a grandpa soon.” Toji comes and smacks Megumi in the back, you suppose that’s their affection, ruffling Megumi’s perfect spikes, making him smack his dad’s hand in disgust. You giggle at them.
“Yeah, yeah. Not just yet. So, are you girls ready to have some fun?” He asks then, as you’re carrying their bags to the car. “That’s way too much shit for a weekend, jesus.”
“She overdoes everything.” Toji mutters behind you, earning your tongue sticking out and his smirk.
“If you all need anything you can bring them back, you all can call me any time. Really if it’s too much I-”
Megumi puts his hands on your shoulders then. “Hey, take a breath, they’re my little sisters, I’ve got it.”
You exhale then, emotional as you watch them giggling with Megumi’s girl, she is strapping them into their carseats carefully. She smiles back at you. “I am looking forward to this, I love these little girls.”
“Ugh, I love you all. I’m not used to this much time away.”
“You all clearly need it.” He says with a snort, as Toji comes behind you and wraps his big strong arms on your waist. You sink into the embrace as Megumi slides in his car, and waves at you two, as you wave back.
“Love you guys! Love you babies!” You shout, and when they drive off you look to Toji, and see it in his eyes, his desire for you, as you brush your hand down his cheek, where he’s clearly shaved this morning, a little nick on his tanned skin. “Did you shave just for me, Daddy?” You tease.
“Sure did, wonder if you shaved f’me, brat.” You giggle, biting your lower lip a bit then.
“Maybe I did, gotta catch me to find out!” You giggle, running into the house then, and he chases after you quickly with his long ass legs, as you’re dodging side to side, ducking every time he tries to catch you. “Getting slow old man?’
“Slow? I’ll show you slow, brat.” He huffs, then he’s lept across the table to snatch you up in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder and smack your ass. You gasp breathlessly at that, as you’re up too high, and he’s smacking your ass hard, making it sting. “Got you, lil mama.”
“Oh, fuck let me down!” You shout, punching at his strong back, but he’s setting you on the dining room table, and you squeal when he’s yanking your shorts off. “On the table!?”
“Of course, fine dining you know. Gonna eat at the table like a gentleman.” You can’t help but buck your hips up when he’s sitting down at the chair and spreading your thighs, looking at you hungrily. “Fuck your pussy is so pretty.”
“Need you, please.” You whine out, because it’s been a while since you all had any energy to do anything with the kids, and Toji does work a lot to take care of you all, you miss him so bad. He licks his lower lip, smirking.
“Ya begging, Ma?”
“I can, shit. Please, please…”
“Please what Ma?” He kisses up your thighs, nipping your inner thigh, and you’re whining out at it, hands in his silky dark hair which he’s just got the cutest undercut on.
“Please let me cum on your handsome face, Toji Fushiguro.” You whisper, and then cry out as he swipes his tongue up your slit.
“Good girl, asking the right way.” He says, then he’s devouring your pussy, spreading your lips and shoving his tongue in your entrance, that long tongue sliding in past your gummy little walls, and you’re trembling everywhere, throbbing around the wet muscle fucking you so good.
“Toji!” You cry out, and he moans against you, nose bumping your sensitive clit, his eyes dilated as they look up at you under his dark lashes, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, brutal in that grip. You feel your body react violently to it, to him going so hard, when he’s been so sweet lately.
You all always had to be quiet, and though the sex was freaky you couldn’t ever let go like this, and fuck it feels good, your screams echoing in the quiet cabin you all call home. Your ring is glinting as you tug at his hair, grinding your hips up for more and more of his tongue, of his mouth, of his teeth. Toji’s moaning against you, vibrating your clit as he moves his mouth to your clit.
Toji slides two thick fingers inside your soppy little entrance, and you scream out then, shaking and trembling as he’s sucking your clit in his mouth, and your pussy is drooling down his mouth, as he fucks you with his fingers over and over so quick. You’re falling apart on the table, clinging to his hair so hard you’re yanking it, and Toji’s drinking you up, the sounds so obscene in the quiet house.
“Oh my… c-cumming, cumming!” Your words are breathy, barely audible, then you shatter as you cum so good, and he’s moaning louder against your pussy, squishing sounds loud as his fingers work in easier and easier. “Toji!”
“Mmm, good girl. Cum s’good f’me, don’t ya?” Toji’s leaned up, face covered in you, and your tummy trembles when he’s sliding your shirt up. “Lemme see you, take the fuckin’ shirt off.”
You giggle then, as you take off your top, your breasts bouncing out, and he exhales as he looks at you, hand sliding up your tummy to grip a breast, squishing it and making you whine out in pleasure at his big, rough hands on you. Then he’s slid three fingers inside you, and you gasp at it, too full with his thick fingers, you’re wriggling but he holds you down with a smirk.
“Can’t take three fingers, fuckin brat?”
“Fuck you, Toji. Ah!” He shoves them in then, scowling at you and leaning over you, smacking your face gently with his hand, only serving to make you bite your lip as you’re cumming all over his fingers again, eyes rolling back.
“Ya never fixed this goddamn attitude, over four years of this shit.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, earning a deeper scowl on his handsome features. “And ya can laugh? I need to fix that.”
Suddenly he’s bent you over the table, spreading your thighs, and dropping down his sweats, shoving his thick length in your pussy to the hilt. You scream as you cling to the table, but he’s got both your arms behind you in a flash, grabbing your wrists and pressing them up your back. Your breasts are pressed against the cold wood table as he presses in deeper.
“F-fuck, too much, too much!” You’re whimpering, and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing between your shoulder blades, as you’re helpless to him, as he’s pumping in and out and stretching you so deliciously.
“All that talk today, can’t back it up huh? Can’t take dick?”
“Your dick is huge, fucking… dick! Ow!” Toji smacks your ass harder than before, leaving a handprint that’s bruising, and the cool air hits it, making you shake and whine as you get wetter.
“You never learn your fuckin lesson, do ya doll?” He whispers, leaning forward as your legs dangle off the damn table so he can fuck you properly, your wrists captured in his big grip, you’re just helpless to him.
“Need… need lots of lessons, daddy.” Your words are broken by moans as Toji rails your little pussy, pushing his tip against your g spot over and over, as you’re blinded by how good it feels, face against his table as he fucks you over and over.
“Drooling all over huh, doll? All over the table, where's your manners?” He’s huffing as his free hand swipes the drool pooling from your lips, cupping you under your chin, and you can’t form a word, you’re too overwhelmed by how good it feels. How rough he’s being as he lets your wrists go, numb from his grip, and he’s turning you to face him, tilting your chin up.
Your eyes lock, and it’s not just how good the sex feels that hits you, it’s how much you love him, how much he loves you, how much he wants you every fucking day, even when you’re such a mess with the kids. Even when you’re in pajamas and a messy bun, even with little stretchies, he loves them. In fact, his hands are sliding up them even now.
“Beautiful fuckin’ brat.” He says, and you can’t stop your grin as you slide your hands up his chest, still in that tight white shirt, wrapping around his neck as he lifts your ass on the table, kissing you so deeply. “Ya gonna take dick right or not?”
“I can do it!” He snorts then, but he’s gentle when he’s pressing back in, and your thighs are wrapped around his lithe hips, as he pushes back past that tight ring of muscles, and your walls flutter around him. “Oh my god…”
“Fuck…” You both moan the words at the same time, and now Toji is cupping your face in a big hand, thumb trailing across your lower lip. “Pretty little brat.”
“Handsome old man.” He shoves in harder then, and you gasp out, head falling back as he’s rocking in so deep, pressing his tip into your cervix, and you’re shaking as you cling to him.
“Old man this, old man that. You love cummin on this dick, don’t ya?” You nod desperately, as he picks you up again, and shoves you against the kitchen wall, you cling to him helplessly, watching him with vision fading in and out as he’s fucking you against it now. “Cum f’me, now lil brat.”
“Fuck.” You’re screaming as you do, as you’re dripping down his length, down to the fucking floor beneath you both, and he’s taking you over, one hand bracing against the wall and the other on your ass, pumping in and out. “Toji, Toji… love you, love you, fuck…”
“Love you, bitchy ass brat.” You giggle a bit breathless, sticking your tongue out, only to get fucked harder, but you’re craving it, falling apart in his hold, he makes you feel so goddamn good, so tiny in his big arms, as he takes over everything you are. You both kiss desperate and hungry.
“Mmm, mmm!” You’re whining into his mouth now, and soon you’re rocking your hips against him, until he’s carried you to the couch, and has you on top of him, looking up at you, as you’re weakly moving.
“Fuck, perfect body, ma. So sexy riding me.” His words urge your weak legs along, his moans are like some fuel for your energy, as he’s sucking on your nipples, taking them into his hot mouth, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in, making him hiss. “Cunt so tight around me, how are you still so tight?”
“Mmm.” You can’t answer his question, not when you feel him throbbing in your pussy, feel his tip thickening as you’re grinding right on it, so deep, so full you feel him everywhere. He’s kissing and squeezing and biting every bit of your lush breasts, leaving red marks everywhere, as his eyes drink your body in.
“So sexy, look at you. Pretty lil doll.” He whispers, your back is arching, pressing your breasts further towards his face, he’s devouring them, finding your clit then with the rough pad of one of his thumbs, you’re screaming out, unable to function. “Cum with me, lemme feel that tight lil cunt on me.”
“Fuck, Toji!! Too much, shit…”
“You can do it, don’t tap out.” He takes over then, fucking up into you, and your tits are bouncing as your hair is falling down your back, and you’re cumming with him, as he fills you up, groaning sexy from the back of his throat, yanking you against him. Your tongues are messy and desperate as they work against each other, as he’s pumping you so full.
“Yes, yes, fill me Daddy.” You whine out, making him shove you down by your hips even more, as your cum and his is dripping out down his length.
“F-fuck… Fuck you feel s’good, mama.” He whispers, kissing your throat as you’re rocking against him gently, riding the aftershocks of your climax, shivering in his arms as he strokes you back with his hand, pulling you against him.
“Mnh, I’m not used to getting fucked like that lately. Shit.”
“If ya could keep quiet we could, loud ass.”
“Hey, you’re loud!”
“Uh-uh, that’s you.” You giggle, sighing as he eases out, leaving you dripping all over. “Fuck, look at this mess you made!? Gonna clean it up housewife?”
“I work too, but… fuck yeah I’ll clean it up.” You get on your knees eagerly, between his spread thighs, Toji is caressing your face as you slip your tongue up his cock, tracing the wrapping veins, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.
“So slutty still, huh?” He is brushing your hair back as you suck him now, swirling your tongue on his tip, tasting all his cum and yours mixed together.
“We taste so good together.”
“Yeah, come spit it in my mouth.” You blush, Toji’s freakiness was always a lot to handle. “Getting shy, huh?”
“No, but I haven’t done that. You spit in my mouth.”
“Switch it up, ol’ lady.”
“Old my ass.” You suck him up again, then he’s yanking you up, and you’re shoving your tongue in his mouth, full of both of you, and he’s groaning, as you share your cum and his between your tongues. “There.”
“Sexy ass. Fuck.” He’s picked you up again, and this time taking you to your bed, Toji’s stamina had not faded one bit, and in fact yours had kicked up to match, though at some points you couldn’t even keep up. “I’m gonna fuck you all goddamn weekend, till ya can’t walk straight.”
“Toji we said we’d go out tonight!”
“We’ll get there. Gonna be dripping cum.” He’s between your thighs again, lapping his cum out of your pussy, sore and beat up already.
“Fuck! Sensitive!” He chuckles, scooping out the remnants of his cum and yours, leaning over you and spitting it in a slow trail of saliva in your mouth. You’re already throbbing with need again, as he’s pressing your legs up, and you gasp. “Baby factory closed, Toji!”
He’s kissing your toes, your ankles, licking up your calves as his hard cock is pressing against you, tip on your clit that’s twitching under it, as you’re slicker and wetter, then when he presses in you’re cumming so hard you’re squirting all over him, making a mess. He groans at the sight, watching your pussy suck his cock in as your legs shake.
“Messy, messy girl, just f’me hmm?” You nod weakly, and he’s playing with the wetness, gasping then when he pulls out and pushes back in. “You get too tight after, fuck… gonna make me cum quick.”
“Can’t handle it, huh Daddy?” You tease, earning his glare that you love so much, you love him owning you, you love making him angry, to get fucked so goddamn good, over and over, you love being his little brat, his mama to his babies, love being his damn wife.
“You give me high blood pressure.” He huffs out, leaning down and pressing his heavy weight on you, and you laugh softly. He’s cupping your face, gently rocking in, as your ankles are over his shoulders, and you’re a whimpering mess under him.
“Worth it though?” You ask softly, and he eases your legs down, kissing you softer now, and you’re rolling your hips up to meet his, feeling so many emotions when he looks at you like that, when he’s brushing your hair back gently, exhaling.
“You’re worth everything, doll.” He says softly, and you feel tears well up at that, he blinks a bit, gulping as he studies you, taking a shaky breath. “Everything and more, fucking love you, so much. Don’t know how much I love you.”
“You don’t know how - ah- much I do.” You whisper, trembling as he’s kissing you again, his hands all over your body, rocking even more gently inside you. “Love you s’much… you’re worth everything.”
“Was worth every punch from your dad.” He teases now, making you laugh through your tears, as your hands trail down his back, and you’re gasping, as he’s bringing you higher and higher.
“Deserved em all, pervert.”
“Sure fuckin did. But look at what I got, fuck.” He’s gripping a tit now, sucking on it as he looks at you, and your head falls back into the bed in pleasure. “And I get you forever, don’t I?”
“Forever and ever.” You whisper back, dragging his lips up to yours, your husband, your love, your baby daddy, your perverted old ass Toji.
And you couldn’t be happier.
The End
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A/N: Thanks everyone who read this, I hope you had fun with my soft freaky ass Toji aha <3 Kofi Link if you wanna buy me a coffee <3
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wheneverfeasible · 20 hours ago
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🧠🪱Wriggly Wednesday🪱🧠
Thanks for the tag @augustjustice! I was actually just thinking about how I had something for one of these.
So I’ve been reading a lot of historical fic lately, and it really got me wanting to do a royalty au. I don’t have a lot of solid details for it yet, and I don’t know if I’ll ever actually write it as I have a lot on my plate currently, but my basic idea is this:
The kingdom of Hawkins is ruled by a tyrannical king; lazy, prejudiced, and greedy. His queen is beloved by the people for the charity work she does, yet the king never hides the fact that he’s disloyal to her. He doesn’t have to, he’s the king. He doesn’t care if the woman he’s interested in is married or not herself, if he sees her and wants her then he’ll take her and the husband just has to deal with it. It’s almost an honor at this point. (Think very JFK.)
The queen hates it, however, and is just as vicious as her husband, only behind closed doors. She married for the crown, not for love, and her kindness is only a front she puts on for the public. Behind closed doors she is cold and vain and uncaring of the plight of others.
And then they have a son. The prince. He is just as rotten as his father. Lazy, greedy, thinks himself above all others. When he grows bored, he demands a plaything. That’s when the soldiers will sweep the streets and bring him beggars and street urchins and, sometimes, the prince will also demand for a petty criminal to become his plaything instead of being shipped off to slavers or executed. The playthings never seem to last for long, and they’re never seen from again.
One day, Eddie is brought forward as a criminal. It wasn’t actually him, or course, but his father. His father however skipped town and left Eddie to fall in his place. It’s known that Alan Munson was the worst sort of miscreant. A petty thief with a silver tongue that somehow managed to avoid being caught. Until one day he strove for too much and the kingdom was out for his head.
With Al having fled, however, sights turned to his son, Edward. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? Of course not. At least, that’s what everyone says. So Eddie is brought to trial in his father’s stead. Eddie is certain he will be sent off as a slave or worse. Except.
Prince Steven whines that he’s bored, and he doesn’t want to sit through a whole trial. Can’t he just have the criminal as a plaything since his last one broke?
The king grants his son’s request.
Eddie has heard rumors of what sorts of things the prince gets up to with his playthings. According to some, it was a fate worse than death. At least a judgement of death was swift.
Except.
Well, Steve learned how to wear a public mask from the best of the best: his mother. His mask is more extensive, however, because he wears it inside the castle as well. Even his parents believe him to be nothing more than a spoiled, pampered brat. But in truth, it is quite the opposite. And the playthings?
Steve purposely seeks out the destitute, the needy, the ones who one more night out on the street could mean their death, and brings them in. Criminals too, if he knows they’re innocent, or only stole from necessity to survive, or if he believes the punishment far too harsh for their crimes. He takes them in too, as many as he can without his father growing suspicious.
He takes them in, acts for the public like a monster, and only when it’s just him and the “plaything” does he drop the act and let them know the truth. He’s going to get them out. He’s greedy and materialistic to the public because he gives the items away in secret, helping his playthings start a new life elsewhere. He helps them sneak out of the castle and out of the kingdom, if only they promise to leave their old life behind. It is the only way to keep them and those after them safe.
Eddie, of course, believes the worst of the prince, even when Steve’s mask drops alone in his room. He learned long ago not to trust royals. There’s a little bit of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers here then, as Eddie doesn’t trust Steve at first, and also refuses to leave the kingdom without his uncle.
So Eddie and Steve bicker about it, and Steve says fine but Eddie has to play the part of his plaything for the public and his parents, which involves a lot of being caught in compromising positions sometimes to sell it.
Except Eddie starts to grow real feelings when he realizes that Prince Steven really is a good man. Eddie soon has another reason why he doesn’t want to leave the kingdom, even if he believes a prince could never return his feelings.
Plot Possibilities:
- Steve’s last “plaything” was Jonathan. A rare volunteer to be the prince’s plaything in exchange for goods for his poor family. He initially does not trust Steve for a while, but eventually they build a kind of wary friendship.
- Steve was in talks for a betrothal with a noble lady, Nancy. She thought him a cretin as she only knew the mask he wore, while her lady-in-waiting, Barb, would mutter insults about him to her making Nancy have to cover her laughter. Steve heard them and thought they were hilarious, but pretended to be clueless.
- Jonathan sees Nancy and falls in love immediately, making Steve have to figure out a way to get the two of them together without blowing his cover. He eventually succeeds and Steve makes everyone believe Jonathan “broke” and was discarded when on reality he helped smuggle him out with Nancy’s entourage when the betrothal talks fell through and she returned to her land.
- Steve still anonymously takes care of Jonathan’s family like he promised he would, the only way Jonathan would leave with Nancy.
- Robin was originally given to Steve as a tribute, the daughter of an enemy soldier, and Steve keeps her as a plaything for a while (she attacks him the first night before he can explain the truth) and when she “breaks” he shortly thereafter obtains a new servant who looks remarkably like her, named “Rob”.
- During one of the times Steve is manhandling Eddie in public to keep up the act, Eddie gets a very ill-timed boner at the fake threat Steve growls at him, finding out the hard (pun not intended) way that maybe he might like some of the things evil Prince Steven is supposed to be doing to him.
- Eddie seduces Steve realizing the man would never force himself on Eddie. They try out some of things Prince Steven threatened him with and eventually Steve can make his mask’s threats seem far more genuine when Eddie follows him with bruises and a stiff gait afterwards. (Eddie loves every second of it.)
- A minor nobility cannot pay taxes so the king takes his young daughter for his son as payment and to humiliate the noble as a lesson for others. Her name is Chrissy.
- Robin is instantly smitten with Chrissy. The feeling is swiftly mutual once Chrissy realizes “Rob” is a woman.
- something something something
- Steve’s parents die/are murdered/are executed/idk
- Steve is made king and people are wary at first expecting him to be like his father. He can finally drop his mask and it’s revealed that all the good things people thought was his mom was actually him doing it.
- One of the first orders of business he does is grant Rob a title of nobility for loyal service and saving his life (stripping another noble of their title for their disloyalty/treason?).
- Steve tells Rob “he” can have any one wish of his granted. Rob asks for Steve’s concubine Chrissy as his wife (as per previously plotted by the three of them) and Steve grants it.
- Steve frees Eddie from his bondage, expecting Eddie to leave and never look back. He tries not to show how much that hurts.
- Eddie stays. Obviously.
- They go to bed with a bit of role reversal. Steve loves every second of it.
- Steve remains a bachelor king with a questionably close friendship with one of his advisors that the people of the kingdom knowingly smirk about but support because he’s an amazing king who always takes care of his people.
- Steve appoints his heir as this loudmouth whippersnapper with an attitude he takes under his wing for whatever reason. He questions his sanity every day after.
- Years later, King Dustin and Queen Suzie rule the land following in his predecessor’s footsteps; with care, humility, and equal justice for all.
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hotteokyu · 20 hours ago
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Bad Girl Syndrome
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MINORS DNI ~ EXPLICIT CONTENT
Synopsis~ Reader and Yunho are some bad bitches. They're lovers in crime, infamous for their heartless acts. Everyone knows them. The scariest of the scariest are scared of them. They're insane. Except... there's one little secret. The lovers are so innocent behind closed doors. They've never thought about it until now, let alone done it. Sex, that is.
Word count~ 11.4k
Pairing~ outlaw!yunho x outlaw!reader
Genre / WARNINGS ~ NSFW / EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, romance, violence, drugs, criminal activity, sexual tension, pet names, insensitive language, yu and y/n are super cute, they "participate" in an orgy temporarily, dry humping, vaginal fingering, oral (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, yuyu's big, first time, virgins.
a/n~ have fun!! mwa ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     Everyone has a story. Most of them aren’t important. 
     But yours is.
     You were fifteen when you met him. 
     It was silly because he was just like you.
     He liked to do bad things.
     You saw him first at a local charity. One that helped ex-convicts start a new life. You saw him hand a freaky-looking shit a gun. It was on the news the next morning. Fifteen people died. And that freaky guy killed himself after.
     You liked to do bad things too.
     Smashing vending machines, selling drugs, breaking into rich fucks’ houses, and snipping their whores’ hair off while they slept. Just small things.
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     Jeong Yunho was his name.
     It took only a month for him to notice you. When you got together at sixteen, you began to do worse things. Kill, rob, torment. It felt so much better to do it with Yunho. Your reputation built on its own as your desire to play alongside him grew.
     You were wanted in four countries by eighteen.
     At nineteen, you were arrested in Mongolia for murder and wanted to die rather than live through that hell. You were assaulted physically and sexually multiple times by inmates and guards alike.
     You were twenty when you killed an inmate for trying to take your clothes off. You had smashed her head against the cell bars until her brains were spilling out and she collapsed, dead. You were gone before she was found.
     You and Yunho had to move around a lot after that, and you found others along the way. Seven outlaws, wanted for this or that. Your gang was somewhat official by the time you were twenty-one. That’s when you found your turf. And you never left.
     By twenty-four, you were fucking unstoppable. 
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     “Hmm? Where’s your bitch?” 
     The bar was quiet. The bartender, a youthful drunkard, was always talking the customers away. It was bad for business but nice for the locals. For you and your bitch.
     “He’s around,” you sighed. “You think he’ll leave me? He doesn’t even take me out anymore.” You sat down softly upon a stool at the bar, your chin resting on the palm of your hand sadly. There was even a little pout to go with it. “I just might die if he leaves me.”
     The man scoffed, rubbing uselessly at a stained glass, pinching its rim with a black hand towel. It looked like it would turn to dust, as it used to be purple. “About time. I’m tired of your shit.”
     You ignored him, instead sighing again as you eyed the door gloomily. 
     Wooyoung was his name, maybe. You’d thought about killing him before, but Yunho really liked him. For some reason. He was so loud. Holy shit, he did not stop talking. It made you so fucking close to slicing his neck wide open.
     The bell above the door rang, and two heavy feet stumbled inside. You closed your eyes, letting out a long sigh. You’d taken a shower that morning, but a bath didn’t sound too bad. Just to soothe your frustrations, though you could already feel them fading away.
     You opened your eyes slowly, cocking a brow at the bartender, who was very much not amused. At least he wasn’t talking. 
     “Wooyoungie~!” you sang, hopping to your feet as the steps grew closer. You let a smirk land on your lips. “I think I’ll live tonight!”
     “I think you should just go home,” he groaned, eyeing the customer behind you, then returning his annoyed orbs right back at your growing grin. Your lips stretched far over your teeth as you reached a cheek-squishing smile.
     “There’s no tomorrow! Only tonight!” you shouted. 
     The steps behind you halted. Even retreated just once or twice. You stepped out, twirling your hair over your shoulder as you turned your head toward him. Six feet tall, big, strong, eyes wide in terror as he laid them on your grin. 
     You liked eyeing up those men. The big ones who turned to putty as soon as they heard your pretty voice or saw your beautiful face. It was so cute. I mean, who could be scared of you? Your little bows and skirts. Your cutesy smile and pretty pink lip gloss. Not to mention your beautiful eyes. Any man would want to fall deep into their ethereal design. But instead, they were drained of all color. Gray clumps of old smelly men who were so scared of you. It made the killing part so much more fulfilling. 
     You took a step, your left foot before your right. A straight line as you pattered your way, just a few steps, toward the frozen man. They were so slow. Could he even see you moving? He didn’t even move his eyes from your smile. He was a little nervous. You had to let him get comfortable with your face, let him enjoy it. It would be the last thing he ever saw.
     You could see his tremble as you got closer, just a bit. He didn’t move, but he consistently quivered in that spot.
     Around then, you would usually be thinking of how you wanted to do it, but you were so tired. You just wanted to slit his throat and be done. Have Wooyoung take care of the rest. Or maybe just let him go. He seemed to want to leave anyway. Not that you were stopping him. 
     A glass slid against the counter then. You glanced over, just a little curious. You were so zoned in, but the sound broke that abruptly.
     “Hi, baby,” Yunho mumbled from a stool at the bar. Your pin-sized pupils dilated significantly at the simple sight of him. The soft, low sound of his voice. 
     You heard a whimper of sorts from the man beside you, and you frowned, eyeing him and deepening the curve of your lips. “Can you just go?” you sighed, rolling your eyes when his legs stumbled in trying to figure out where to move. 
     His knees dropped to the floor, a droplet of water splashing against the dirty mud-tracked tile. That was either a tear or the drool that had been dripping from his mouth since he fucking walked in. Disgusting. He suddenly choked out a sob so gruesome and horrified as he slammed his arms over his head.
     “Oh, okay.” She glanced over at the two men at the counter, slowly shrugging in confusion. They were getting so stupidly scared. How could fear make you like that? That’s so embarrassing. 
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     “How are you still standing, Wooyoungie?” Yunho chuckled, splashing his drink as he clanked his glass against your kitchen counter. “Her face is so scary~!” He took your head between his two huge hands and squished your cheeks together, imitating the pout that your lips formed as he watched your features reshape between his palms. “Ooh~ I’m so scared~!” He grinned when your tightly knitted brows lightened and hopped a little with your small laugh. 
     “I’m going home,” Wooyoung grumbled, pushing his glass away as he sighed dramatically at your lovey-lovely shit. “Don’t call me. I’ll be dead anyway.”
     “No~! That’s not true!!” you laughed. “We’ll protect you!” 
     Yunho nodded, giving Wooyoung a confident thumbs up. He wasn’t really having it.
     “Don’t call me.”
     The door creaked and slammed, the sound echoing throughout the room. Yunho was watching the frames on the wall tremble for a moment before he eagerly turned back toward you. His grin was playful as always, his eyes squinting as he watched your pretty little face.
     “Are you excited for tomorrow?” he asked, his smile growing a bit bigger when you nodded quickly. He put a gentle hand on your head, stroking down once, then twice. There was always a gentleness to his gaze that you adored. Because Yunho was a dangerous man, but he also became putty when he looked at you. Only in a completely different way from anyone else. 
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     Money wasn’t the issue. It was just so thrilling. Of course, money was great too. There was just something about that moment outside of the forbidden vault. You could hardly breathe with the mask sticking to your face like a second layer of skin. Your eyes sparkled out of excitement and the reflection of the shimmer of the silver vault door. 
     You weren’t allowed in there. You weren’t allowed to have any of what lay beyond the door. So you wanted it. 
     “Ladies first.” Yunho’s voice was soft beside your ear, his body pressing lightly against your back as he bent down to meet you at your level. You lifted your hand just high enough to feel the fluff of his black hair peeking out from the mask at his neck. You slid your fingers against the soft of his skin gently. “Or are you scared?” he whispered, folding just a little closer. He took your wrist in his hand and lowered it, placing it on the wheel of the door. “Or do you need help?”
     You pulled, and the door creaked, slowly opening to reveal the bags and boxes of treasures within. This town was so underdeveloped. No need for technology or even locks within the vault because there was hardly anything to anyone’s name anyway. 
     “You’ve got three minutes. We parked out back. Call when you’re ready to go.” You could hear the crinkles of a bag and the crunches of snacks through your earpiece. Seonghwa was probably in the driver’s seat munching on some chips. At least he ate neatly. 
     As soon as you stepped foot into the room, the other three outlaws on your raid team rushed inside. San, Jongho, and Yeosang. They were big, and strong, and good at being efficient in times like these. They would take care of loading the goods. 
     You walked past the gold bars and green bills toward the back of the vault, an empty wall, the perfect canvas. Yunho held out the spray paint, black this time. Black meant murder, though this was a robbery. There was one death, the lady at the counter who wanted to be a hero. But it was hardly murder. She collapsed with a little push against the wall.
     Sighing, you took the can. Then, as far as your arms could reach, you sprayed your gang’s cute little symbol. The curves looked nice that time, dripping just a bit as you stood back to admire your hard work. 
     “We’re leaving,” Yunho announced as you turned toward the door. The room was nearly empty. You grabbed the final bag as everyone filed out.
     The blood on the floor from the lady had spread into the walkway. You stepped into the puddle with a small smile. You liked leaving a trace of your cute pink boots behind. The cops would go crazy over the evidence, but it would be useless.
     “I thought you liked those boots,” Yunho mumbled, pouting a little as you all got in the van and drove off. “They’re ruined…”
     “I’ll get new ones,” you assured, knowing he liked them more than you did. 
     You wiggled your feet out and frowned when you saw a drop of red on your white sock down by your toes. Yunho gasped, taking your foot off of the van floor and placing it in his lap. 
     “You like these too,” he grumbled.
     Yunho always grew a little attached to cute things. Especially when they were on you. 
     You placed your hands on his soft cheeks, his eyes meeting yours. “I think you like them more than I do,” you teased, and he nodded. “Do you like them more than you like me?” you asked, pouting a little.
     “Holy shit!” San suddenly shouted. Everyone turned their heads in confusion, your hands dropping to your lap. “Get a fucking room,” he practically growled, glaring at the two of you in the back seat. “I’m tired of hearing it! You’re practically fucking each other every heist! Just wait until you get home!” He huffed and turned around in his seat.
     Sex. What distaste.
     “San, be for serious right now,” Wooyoung snickered.
     “They don’t even kiss. What do you mean fuck?” Jongho added. San glanced around in confusion.
     “They’re all up on each other, though, what do you mean??” 
     When you simply shifted in your seat, making your presence known, silence passed through the air. Not a single thought passed through that rigid air. No one moved. San’s face was awfully fucking pale compared to his golden skin. You’d think out of all of the seven outlaws you picked up from the streets, the stray cat should be the most grateful. I guess even loyal pets need to be retaught their manners.
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     San looked guilty. There was nothing for him to be afraid of. You would never hurt him too badly. He was family, after all. 
     Choi San.
     You loved to joke around. You loved to have fun. You were a jolly girl. But to label you a whore? To speak or even think about such vulgar, lowly things?
     “San, what did we talk about, honey,” you asked, glancing down at his trembling hand, gripping his thigh and staining his black pants with his sweat. “It’s not too hard, is it? To respect me and your people.” 
     He shook his head, staring straight at the ground. You could feel your eye twitching. This relationship was not built on violence, so, unfortunately, you couldn’t just fucking kill him. 
     “San, please look at me.” His head shot up, and you saw the hot tears quivering in his bloodshot eyes. You frowned. “Poor, baby.” He was doing a poor job of keeping those tears bottled up. They looked like they’d spill over. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
     “I know,” he said between gritted teeth.
     “You know, I love you,” you said sweetly, giving him a small smile. 
     “I know.”
     “So what brought about this disrespect?” you asked, your voice growing just a bit tighter as you tried to contain yourself. He was fragile. “Was I rude to you? Was I bothering you too much? Do I annoy you?”
     He shook his head. “I was worried about your privacy,” he mumbled. His jaw was locked tight, the veins in his neck bulging as he stared into the center of your face. “That’s all.”
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     “Fuuuck~” Wooyoung groaned. “I’m so ready to get the fuck out of here!” He leaned his head against the wall, lifting it and dropping it in quiet thuds.
     “Got a day left, Woo,” Yeosang reminded, smiling optimistically at his friend. He gave a cute thumbs-up, but the goon was uninterested, instead banging his head just a bit harder against the heist room wall. 
     “We’ve only been here for three months,” Hongjoong said as he walked in through the back door. His steps were a sophisticated rhythm, one foot in front of the other as he strolled into the little abandoned warehouse. “What’s one more day?”
     “Captain, I’m sick of living in hiding like a fucking criminal,” Wooyoung grumbled, stopping his banging once the man sat down.
     “That’s crazy,” Jongho snickered. “Who’s gonna tell him?”
     “Fuck, we deserve luxury,” Wooyoung practically moaned. “That town we went to two years back. We should go there again.” He bit his lip, rolling his eyes at the pleasurable thought of living like normal rich biches again.
     Hongjoong smiled softly. It always looked a little menacing that way. “Our princess picked out a nice place for us this time,” he said, winking as Wooyoung’s face lit up. “I thought it might be nice to fuck up something nice.”
     “Fuck, you’re so right,” Wooyoung moaned.
     “Did we forget our manners, Wooyoungie?” Yunho asked, leaning against the back of his chair. Wooyoung flinched just slightly before relaxing into a playful smirk.
     “Yeah. I’m a bad boy,” he mumbled, leaning his head back into Yunho’s stomach. “Gotta punish me.” 
     He glanced at you and your indifferent expression. He looked annoyed, disappointed, even. Then he lifted his head, sighed, and acted like nothing had just happened. 
     “Can we focus on tonight? We can’t fuck this up,” you said, and all eyes landed on you. “The cops are on high alert, and they know we’ll be there. They want to get us tonight.”
     “You mean, you?” Wooyoung grumbled. “They don’t give a shit about us. They just want you.” He eyed you reluctantly, then glanced toward Yunho. “And maybe him.” He half-assed a point toward the man. 
     “Don’t be silly,” Yunho cooed, patting Wooyoung’s shoulder sympathetically. “They want all of us equally.”
     Hongjoong shook his head. “No, he’s right,” he said. “We’re all fucked up, but you guys are on another level of fucked up. You’re the real prize.” 
     “I bet they’d cuff one of us just to ask where Y/n is. They’d let us go if we told,” San said, puckering his lips. “But I’m a good boy, so I’d never tell.”
     You scrunched your brows. Why were your teammates such freaks?
     “Aww~!” Wooyoung sung. “Is Sannie a good boy?” San nodded, giving his best puppy eyes as Wooyoung leaned over the table to stroke his short black hair.
     “Anyway!” you interrupted, clearing your throat when the freaks wouldn’t stop petting each other. “Does everyone remember what they need to fucking do?” You pressed your lips together, glancing at each individual as they nodded. One of them would find a way to fuck this up. You knew they would. It would probably be fucking Choi San, his head stuck thinking about sex. Sex. Sex. Fucking whore. 
     You left the room first, and Yunho followed close behind. Your black heels clacked on the cracked concrete floor and echoed throughout the empty warehouse. You loved that sound. You let it envelop your mind. Let it calm you down just a bit. 
     You should’ve been excited for that night. It was the night you’d been waiting for for a long time. Then you could finally get out of here. You just couldn’t get yourself hyped. You were so annoyed. 
     Yunho peeked into your line of vision, and you cracked a small smile, turning toward him happily. He was grinning, his hand folding into yours. He always fell into step beside you, his heelclickingng in time with yours. He was so conscious of every little detail. The folds on your skin, how they wrinkled just slightly at your agitation. The falter in your step, how your confidence must not be at its peak as it should be on an important night like this. 
     “Do you think we’re fucked up?” he asked, and you gave him a knowing look.
     “Of course not, baby. Don’t think that,” you cooed. “I’m just so pretty. They all want me so bad.”
     He laughed, squeezing his eyes together giddily as he pulled you just a bit closer. 
     “You gonna dress in black tonight?” he asked, looking from your shoes to your top to the pin in your hair. You were feeling a little depressed today. So what?
     “Mm…” you hummed to yourself. “Maybe I would feel better if I wore some pink.”
     He nodded quickly. “I think so.”
     “Yeah?” you giggled.
     He bit his lip, eyeing you shyly. “Pink looks really good on you.” You nearly coo at the pink blush tinting his cheeks from ear to ear. 
     He was so adorable. You didn’t even need to put any pink on to feel good.
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     For context, it was a masquerade party or something. The cargo was a small vial of a newly developed drug. It gave an aroused, high feeling. A lot like an aphrodisiac, but stronger. It didn’t really matter what it was. Your buddies in Russia wanted it, so you would supply it. 
     But, of course, there was a guest list. No one would let you in. Everyone and their mothers knew your pretty little face. 
     That’s where your pretty princess came in. Mingi wasn’t a “member” of your gang, nor was he affiliated with you publically. He was born with money and status but liked to do bad things. He was naughty, but he was quiet. And he fucking loved you and Jeong Yunho. He met you two back when you were kids in Korea. He tagged along for a while but was dragged back to the princess life before anything became public. He had connections, money, and a fine good reputation. Your perfect princess. 
     You would go to the party as “Mingi”’s plus one. The man at your side would only be Mingi until you got inside, though. Once the identity authentication was processed, he would sneak out and switch with Yunho. As much as you all loved Mingi, he wasn’t very good at being naughty. 
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     “Are you feeling all right, baby?” Yunho asked, his arm escorting you stiffly through the crowd.
     You hardly heard him over the extremity of your heartbeat. Fuck, this place was gorgeous. You wanted to look around at each painting, each dress, each extravagant jewel bedazzling the walls and tables, and fountains of assortments of drinks, and the gold flakes on sweet macaroons. The clacks of gentle steps elegantly echoed throughout the doming walls of the crystal structure. You could die a happy lady with this sight.
     “Do you like the dress I picked out for you?” Mingi asked from over the radio. Yunho’s arm tensed at your side, squeezing yours to him to keep your steps from wandering too far in amazement.
     You glanced toward Yunho with a soft, composed smile. “It’s lovely,” you told Mingi. In all honesty, it was pale and boring. Not at all your style, but at least it was shiny and blended in with the majority of the crowd. 
     Your mask, on the other hand, was absolutely stunning. When Yunho saw your sparkling eyes hidden beautifully in the shadows of the decorative piece, he nearly fell to his knees. He was in awe, not wanting to part from you, even if it was for, like, ten minutes. Mingi had to pry your arm from his grasp. It was embarrassing in front of your members, but you could just coo at his needy behavior. 
     Yunho gave you a knowing look as you frowned slightly down at your dress. 
     “The room you need to go into is downstairs,” Mingi sighed. “The guy with your package should arrive there soon.”
     “Any cams in there?” Yeosang asked, his fingers clacking against his ancient keyboard. 
     Mingi hummed. “I doubt it. Most of the time… shit goes down in the basement, ya know?” 
     It was a disadvantage you wish you didn’t have, but there was literally no information on the activities in the room you needed to be in. You had to be prepared for anything, and that was dangerous. 
     “Y/n, you see anything noteworthy around the stairs in the back?” Wooyoung asked. “I think I might know something.”
     You turned to Yunho, smiling up at him as you swayed your hand animatedly, talking almost silently but very expressively. “I think I know too. Butlers are carrying drinks down there every few minutes. Attendees…” you chuckled, a little nervous now that it’s all clicked for you. “The most revealing of the ladies and oldest, ugliest of the men.”
     Yunho nodded, smiling. “Does that mean…”
     “Well,” Wooyoung chuckled. “At least there’s two of you! It should be fine!”
     You winced as he let out a louder, monkey fucking laugh into your ear. You'd beat him up later, respect aside. 
     “You think this is funny?” you asked through tightly ground teeth. 
     “Guuuys~” he giggled, starting to calm down a bit. “It won’t be too hard. There’s gonna be tons of drugs and butt-naked men, but don’t pay attention to any of that.”
     “We don’t even know if that’s what it is,” Yeosang interrupted. 
     “That’s definitely what it is,” you sighed, watching as panting men and ladies escaped the darkness of the basement, sweating, flushed, and high as fuck.
     Wooyoung cleared his throat. “Listen. All you have to do is pretend to have some fun together. Then, pull out your magic drugs and get the guy’s attention. You know what the new stuff looks like. Make sure to bag it. You’ve done this for years, babes.”
     “Yeah, but people weren’t fucking and moaning and blocking every fucking sen-”
     Yunho placed a hand on your hip and squeezed lightly. You needed to shut the fuck up. Who were you to complain? It wouldn’t be hard. Woo was right. You would get in, bag that shit, and get out.
     “Let’s just go,” you mumbled, letting your expression sag to its natural annoyed state before you plastered an excited smile on your lips. 
     Yunho also seemed reluctant but tagged along regardless. I mean, neither of you really had a choice. This, or your Russian “buddies” would come find you while you were sleeping. 
     The guy at the door stopped you as you approached. You giggled like a slut, leaning into Yunho as you bit your lip. You reached into your man’s jacket pocket and slipped out just barely your little container of candy. He looked satisfied and let you pass. 
     You practically gagged as soon as that stench hit your nose. What the fuck was it. Alcohol. Tobacco. Cum. 
     What a fucking mess. 
     Woo was right. Buck naked, boobies hanging. Sex in every corner. Sex on every couch. 
     “Come on, baby,” Yunho groaned in your ear, pulling you to a free chair in the back of the room. Your ear twitched at the sound. It was definitely something you’d never heard from your sweet man before. You already knew he was much better at acting like he’d actually had sex before than you were. 
     He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. That was about all he had in him. He dropped his arms, pressed his lips tightly together, and stared wide-eyed at you above him. 
     “So you guys are in,” Wooyoung chuckled. “Where are you two in the room? Stay in the back, away from everyone’s attention.”
     “We’re in the back. O-on a chair,” you whispered into Yunho’s ear, right where his mic was. You lingered there for a moment. You could figure this out. It couldn’t be that hard. Sex. I mean, not sex. Pretending you were having sex. 
     After a long moment of horrible silence in your little area, Wooyoung cleared his throat. “Do you guys need some help?”
     “Yes,” you and Yunho both whispered immediately. 
     Wooyoung let out the biggest sigh, but he didn’t say anything about your incompetence as a couple. I mean, everyone knew you DID NOT fuck. For some reason… Everyone knew that. 
     “Sit on Yunho’s lap, Y/n,” he said. You nodded, glad you already had step one down. “All the way. Get all the way up on him.”
     You tilted your head. “All-?”
     “All the way.”
     You blushed, clearing your throat lightly as you scooted up on his lap, your hips flush together. You leaned over him, your mouth beside his ear simply to have his mic handy, but, this close, it felt too real already to simply be a mission. You’d never climbed your man like this before. You were probably heavy.
     “Yunho, hands on her hips.” 
     They were quick to tap your flesh, trembling as he curled his long, slender fingers around your waist. 
     “Now, listen to me,” he sighed, “Y/n, you’re gonna, like, roll your hips, BUT, you're gonna push against his stomach, NOT his crotch. Okay?? Not his crotch. Don't touch him there. Lift your hips a bit and roll them against his stomach.” 
     Yunho helped you lift your hips up a bit. You puckered your lips as you slowly pushed your hips forward. It was awkward and stiff, but you thought maybe you were doing it right. I mean, it didn’t feel like anything, so you couldn’t tell if it actually looked like you were doing anything. 
     “Does this seem right?” you whispered, continuing the slow rocking motion with his gentle guidance. 
     “Probably…” he mumbled, taking a slow, shaky breath.
     “Yunho, make sure to put on a good face for the crowd, buddy,” Wooyoung said. Yunho tensed a bit at that. You, though… immediately lifted your face from his side and stared at him. He was flushed, his eyes wide, a bit shocked at your sudden movement. 
     But you didn’t want him to make expressions like that for everyone to see. 
     You pressed your forehead against his with slightly parted lips. He was so close, his hands on your body, lips just an inch from yours. You had to close your eyes, taking slow breaths. 
     “I think this is better,” you mumbled, your nose brushing just barely against his. 
     He tried to nod, but it was just a tremble of his adorable features as he gazed at everything in front of him. 
     After a moment, everything started to slow down a bit. Your legs were relaxing, getting a bit messier in their precise movement, and you lowered just a bit. 
     He hissed, and you eyed him in confusion. Was he hurting somewhere? He shook his head, his grip on your hips tightening. He whispered something, but with his mouth so far from your ear, his voice was drowned out by the moaning and slapping throughout the room.
     So you leaned forward, your head above his shoulder, but instead of words, you were met with a low groan.
     You could hear the sudden confusion in Wooyoung’s hums on the other end. “Yunho? You good, man? What happened?”
     “I don’t think this is right,” he mumbled.
     “What do you mean?” you whispered.
     “I don’t think we’re doing it right,” he breathed, his voice starting to tremble as he let out the smallest peep of a sound against his will.
     “It’s not like I’ve done this before,” you grumbled. “It’s fine as long as it looks like we’re doing something.”
     “No, I mean-”
     “It’s fine, Yunho. We’ll be done soon anyway.”
     He dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a defeated sigh, his grip loose on your hips as he let out small, shivering sounds, some low, some soft and light. You could hardly hear them at all. 
     You didn’t really know what to do. It would be over as soon as you found your guy. You would apologize and pamper him when it was all over. 
     “He’s headed in,” Wooyoung announced. “Get his attention, please.” 
     “Wow, so polite today,” you mumbled, lifting your head just a bit to glance toward the door. 
     There he was, old, wrinkly, ugly, short. You know how it is. You wondered if he’d even be interested in you with your clothes on. Cause you were not fucking taking them off.
     You grabbed the drugs from Yunho’s pocket, hopped off his lap, and strode across the room. You caught his eye almost immediately. Without a word, you grabbed his tie and pulled his head toward yours, tapping your forehead against his.
     He looked interested already, but at the sight of what was in your hand, his pupils blew out completely. 
     “I brought my toy with me tonight,” you said, slurring your words with a giggle. “But he’s no fun right now. Wanna join us?” 
     He was practically drooling, so you pulled away. If any of that fucking got on you, you would’ve made it everybody’s problem. 
     He nodded, but, stepping just a bit closer, you shook your head, tisking at his desperate agreement.
     “You got anything with you? Dick is no fun tonight.” You pouted a bit. 
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° ~ ♡
     To say this was the easiest fucking mission you’d ever done just wasn’t enough. I mean, you got to climb on your man for the first time. You got to dress up and attend a fancy ball with a fancy ball gown. You didn’t have to show your face. You got what you needed without a problem.
     But then you were back in your little home, buried under the rush of the working class. Buried under the city, under the shops and the stars and the people. You and Yunho were alone.
     And to say it wasn’t the most awkwardly silent moment in your entire life simply wouldn’t give justice to the situation. Because how does one go about something so different from anything you’d ever done before? Especially when your relationship status has been set at relaxing routine for years on end. Nothing has ever changed or developed since you were teenagers. 
     Now you were sitting on your little couch, facing the wall, side by side, as there wasn’t much room for any more than just the two of you. There was never the need for any more space. Why was everything so clustered all of a sudden? Everything was so hot. You were flustered, warm, and you needed to change into something lighter. You needed to scoot just a little bit away from him. You needed some fresh air.
     You didn’t move from your spot. 
     He rubbed his palms against his pants. He must’ve been hot too. He was breathing slowly and deeply. He must’ve been flustered. He was blushing from ear to ear. He must’ve been thinking the same things.
     So neither of you moved.
     Your eyes wandered from the floor to your hands to the wall to his eyes. You both looked away. 
     Fuck, this was so embarrassing. You’d lost track of how many years you’d been together. You hardly remembered a time when you didn’t know him. And this was what it all came to?
     “I’m sorry I did that, Yuyu,” you mumbled, nibbling just slightly against your bottom lip. You promised you would apologize and pamper him until he forgave you, but that was all in the heat of the moment. You were too embarrassed now.
     “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, almost laughing. He did that when he was beyond embarrassed. Practically humiliated. 
     “It was an inappropriate thing to do on a mission. I should have been more careful,” you sighed. 
     He did laugh then, but more because he could finally look at you and see how serious you were. Your little pout was the cutest thing.
     “I think that was a very appropriate place to do that,” he joked, grinning when you tilted your head in disbelief. He patted your knee, settling down his giggles. “It’s okay, baby. It was just a disguise.”
     “You felt good, though,” you mumbled, your head lowered as you gazed up at his cheeks, turning back to their pink flush. His hand twitched on your knee. He wanted to cover his face with his hand, but he kept it planted there, shaking his head instead.
     “I didn’t,” he denied. “You were doing what Youngie said to do, so I didn’t feel anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Seriously.” His voice rose, a small scoff leaving his lips when you just sat there. Yunho couldn’t let lies simmer in silent air for much longer than, like, ten seconds.
     “Well,” you started, sitting up a little straighter, “I didn’t feel anything either.” Which was mostly true. You were so focused on the heist. You didn’t have time to focus on… that.
     “Exactly,” he mumbled, eyeing you with a slight pout. “We didn’t do anything. We don’t do stuff like that.”
     “Well, I mean,” you huffed,  taking a few short, puffing breaths. “It wouldn’t be weird for us to do something like that.”
     “I just mean we haven’t,” he muttered, so quiet and muffled between his puckered lips.
     You blinked a few times, staring blankly at your hands in your lap. “We don’t even know how to do it,” you said, biting your lip as you glanced from him to the floor to him again. He had a similar blank, thoughtless expression, but you knew his mind was spinning like crazy. Just like yours. “And anyway,” you started, tilting your head from side to side as you thought, “it’s weird to start that so late, you know? Like, no one’s a virgin at twenty-four. That’s weird…” You eyed him slowly, and he was covering his mouth then, looking out the window with deep red ears. “...Right? That’s weird, right?”
     “I’m a virgin at twenty-five,” he mumbled, glancing at you. You could tell he was grinning behind his long, slender fingers. “I’m a freak, right?”
     You stared at him, thinking honestly about your answer, for just a moment before nodding. “Yeah, you’re a freak.” 
     He nudged your side with his arm with a grumble of some nonsense, words jumbled together quietly and fast.
     “Hmm?” You quirked a brow, staring at him as he avoided your eyes. “What’d you say?”
     “Nothing,” he mumbled, leaning away from you as you leaned closer, trying to catch his attention. “Nevermind,” he said, obviously fighting a smile as you poked at his side, trying to get him to look at you.
     “No~” you groaned. “What did you saaay??”
     You slipped your leg over his as he refused to look your way and sat right back down in that controversial place you’d been discussing. His lap. 
     He shut his eyes and dropped his head back to the couch cushion in disbelief. “You’ll get mad,” he mumbled.
     “I won’t,” you promised, tapping his chest as he stayed silent for another few seconds. “Were you gonna say…” you pretended to think hard, humming softly as you scooted forward on his lap. “...that you actually felt really good?” You, ever so slightly, rolled your hips forward, and his eyes squeezed tighter as his lips pressed into a thin line. He shook his head. “In a room like that? You like that? Have you been a pervert this whole time, baby?” You gasped as his eyes shot open, and you rolled your hips again. His left eye twitched, making cold contact with yours. “So I was right,” you beamed.
     “No,” he said, planting his hands on your hips and halting your tiny movements. “When did you learn to do that?” he asked, frowning deeply.
     “What do you mean, baby,” you mumbled. “Wooyoung taught me earlier today. You were there.” 
     “This is different,” he said, pushing you away slightly. 
     You shook your head. “Nuh uh. I was doing it like this earlier too.” You suppressed a giddy smile as he gazed at you, completely unimpressed. “Why? Does it feel good?”
     “Of course it does,” he grumbled, glancing from his lap to your eyes over and over like he didn’t know what to do with himself. 
     So you cupped his cheeks in your hands and focused his eyes on you. You raised your brows lightly, a soft smile on your lips. “How about a kiss?” 
     His brows twitched. “What?”
     “You know,” you mumbled, “we kiss all the time.”
     “Do we?” he questioned knowingly. 
     “We do it enough. A good amount. The amount people should, I guess.” 
     He laughed, his cheeks puffing up under your soft palms. He leaned with a small sigh into your right hand, not too tense anymore, just enjoying the view.
     “Should we kiss then?” he asked, pressing his lips together as he gazed at your flushed cheeks. You nodded, your eyes wandering around the room, sometimes flickering to his plump pink lips. 
     As he leaned forward, you quickly closed your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t remember the last time you’d kissed. You only remembered the first one, but you were sixteen. Things were definitely…
     Softer. Gentler. So, so delicate as he pressed his lips against yours. His hands left your hips to cup your cheeks, mimicking your position out of comfort or familiarity. You didn’t care much, though, because this felt really nice.
     The way you paused and let your lips melt into each other's embrace. Then you moved just slightly in no particular way. You just wanted to feel him a little more. He moved his lips along with yours, slow, slow and careful. You could feel his quiet breath through his nose, but his pulse was racing under your pinky finger on his neck. It was silent other than the soft movement of your lips. 
     You shifted closer. Maybe he wouldn’t mind so much if he was distracted. A low groan muffled against your lips and rumbled against your chest as your hips pressed against his. His lips parted but never stopped, moving just a bit faster. He moved one hand to the back of your head, his fingers sliding through your hair. He pulled your face closer. His lips urged you to work faster. Meet his demands. You opened your mouth just a bit like he was. You couldn’t find much of a common movement, but it was a mutual understanding of a growing need. Desire. 
     You flinched, though, when you felt something poke against your sensitive area. You backed your hips away in confusion, but his hands were quick to pull them back.
     “It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips giving little pecks to yours as he let you both catch your breath. “It feels good.” His hands found your back, sliding under your shirt and resting on the bare skin of your lower back. “Does it feel good, baby?” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “I think I like it.”
     “I like it,” you repeated in a soft whisper. 
     He smiled against your lips before leaving them completely. When he leaned to the side and kissed your neck so gently, you shivered with a trembling exhale. Your hands rested on his shoulder as his lips moved in little kisses along your neck. His hands slid up your hack, bunching your shirt above his arms as he raised him inch by inch, feeling your soft skin shiver under his fingertips.
     “Yunho,” you breathed, feeling completely embraced by him from every side. It was heaven, and you felt so warm, so delicate and loved.
     He giggled to himself, his lips still attached to your neck, and you scoffed in disbelief, nearly sitting up. 
     “I want to taste you so bad,” he laughed. “Is that weird?”
     “What?” you squeaked, your eyes popping out from their sockets as he held you closer to him from behind, afraid you’d run away from the confession. 
     “I mean, people do that, right?” he mumbled. “Lick and bite and stuff. That’s normal. It feels good, probably.”
     “Whatever,” you grumbled. “Do what you want.”
     He hummed against your neck, a clear smile growing on his sly lips. “Really?” 
     You didn’t answer, instead burying your face in his neck in complete embarrassment. You were so red. So dazed. And he hadn’t even done anything. This should have been nothing. But every little thing he-
     Your hand slapped to your mouth as the weirdest, grossest sound left your lips. His teeth had sunken into your neck without warning, his tongue giving little kisses of apology as he chuckled. Your breath was warm and quick against your palm as he soothed the red mark he’d left. You wanted to hit him. That felt so bad. It felt so fucking good. No, that’s weird. It shouldn’t feel good for someone to bite you. Or lick you or anything. Like, that’s weird. 
     “Baby~” he mumbled, practically whining with how pathetically he stretched it out. He lifted his head, his mouth agape as he panted and watched you with such a… how would you describe it even? It was like his pupils were starting to glaze over. Like he was high on the tension in the air. Or maybe just the look and the sound of you. 
     “What?” you mumbled shyly.
     “I didn’t know you could make sounds like that,” he said, shutting his mouth to swallow hard. “Did you?” He paused, biting his lip. “And you didn’t tell me?”
     “Obviously not,” you grumbled, looking away as you tried to wipe away his kisses on your neck, suddenly feeling a little cold without him there. But you felt hot everywhere else. There was no forgetting about that. Especially in some places. I mean, it’s not like you were the only one.
     You shook your head quickly, trying to clear your thoughts. I mean, who was going to lead everything if your man was already high on air? You had to stay level-headed. 
     His features twitched suddenly, and his eyes shot down to his lap where his… now that you’re fucking looking at it… huge bulge pressed against your… now that you’re fucking noticing it… leaking core. You were mortified, to say the least. Like, that’s disgusting. You were getting your… stuff on his pants. 
     Your eyes shot up to him, though, when he groaned at the sight. His brows curled upward desperately as he suddenly couldn’t wait another second to move on to the next part.
     “Baby,” he breathed. “Is it… fuck.” He smiled slightly, but it faded quickly, his emotions overwhelming him all at once. “Look at you,” he sighed.
     He pulled your hips closer, rubbing your clothed core against him. You shut your lips tightly as a tiny whimper escaped. He rubbed against you just the right way, sliding against your clit as he pulled you back and forth. 
     He was breathing heavily, his head resting back against the couch. He basked in the feeling, his cheeks red and features feverish. 
     You slid your fingers through his soft hair, and he leaned toward your touch, his eyes closing gently with a content sigh. You kissed his parted lips as he ground your hips against him. Your noises were muffled in each other’s lips as everything started to pick up its pace. His hands left your hips to travel up your stomach, but you kept the rhythm steady. You tilted your head as your lips moved faster and harder against his. You whimpered into his mouth as you felt his tongue lick hesitantly against your lips. You let him in, his tongue meeting yours with desperate intention. Your eyes rolled back at the taste of him, and his hands gently cupped your breasts with a low groan. 
     “They’re so soft,” he mumbled against your lips.
     “Did you think they’d be rough?” you giggled, breaking away from the kiss with a playful smack of your lips. Your smile faltered as he gave them a soft squeeze. Feeling his big hands slowly envelop your chest made you blush. Sure you weren’t insecure about your body, but his hands just made everything feel so small. Not that you minded at all.
     His thumb brushed against your nipple, and you whimpered at the sensitive touch. His ear visibly twitched as he took note of your response. He brought his fingers to your nipples and flicked them lightly, and you shivered, plopping your forehead down to his shoulder. 
     “Does that feel good?” he cooed, puckering his lips as he listened to your little hiccups of soft, airy moans as he gently pinched and caressed your aroused buds.
     Your thighs were getting weak as you lazily ground your hips down against him. One of his hands came down to your thigh and tapped it lightly before he lifted you from his lap and laid you carefully down on the couch.
     He sat between your legs resting on his heels as he gazed down at you. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and let it fall from the top of his head. His lips parted, bruised and puffy from your abuse. His eyes were glazed over, staring intently yet so dazedly at you. His cock strained thick against his pants. Fuck, all of it was making you feel so good all on your own. Just looking at him above you.
     You grabbed your shirt and stripped it over your head impatiently. You didn’t care if you were naked in front of him. You were so hot, needy, and maybe he’d take the hint and take his shirt off. That was a rare sight to see. It was a pity. Yunho had the most handsome pecs and the softest, cutest tummy. Your baby was always insecure about it, though.
     When he didn’t move, his eyes staring in complete awe at your chest, you tugged lightly at his shirt. He didn’t move his eyes from you as he tossed it over his head. You bit your lip, your hand spreading over his stomach as you engraved the sight into your mind. Who knew when he’d let you see it again?
     You quickly took your pants off, leaving you in just your pink panties as you laid back down.
     His hands caressed your thighs gently as he carefully eased your legs open, nice and wide for him. “Should I make you feel good?” he asked stroking your thighs from your hips to your knees to the dip between your thighs and your sensitive area.
     You nodded, sinking deeper into the couch as he placed a tentative thumb on the wet of your panties. He glanced from his slow rubs to your face, watching cluelessly as you breathed softly. 
     “I should just take these off,” you decided, feeling a growing frustration in your core. You needed his hands on you now. He nodded in agreement, slipping his fingers under the elastic before you could do it yourself. He hadn’t even finished getting it off your leg when he stopped to stare down at you. He shivered, exhaling with a trembling breath as he slowly reached down and parted your wet lips, revealing your pretty pussy for him. His hips bucked forward just slightly into nothing as he sat there, gazing pathetically at how wet you were. 
     “Yuyu,” you mumbled, taking one of his hands in both of yours. “Touch it more.” You pressed his fingers flat against you, sliding them slowly through your slick. He shuddered, applying just a bit of pleasure over your clit as you guided him there. You sighed, your hips squirming a bit as a gentle pleasure flowed through you. 
     “So pretty,” he whispered, watching drops of thick slick drip onto the couch and hearing the soft squelch of your juices as he gently circled your clit. His head was beginning to hang as he focused on his movement. Eventually, you let go and allowed him to work you how he wanted. Touch you how he pleased. His messy hair fell in front of his eyes, and you gently pushed up back, holding his hair so he could see well.
     Your moans were soft like sighs and tiny whimpers until he stopped his light pressure on your clit and moved to your hole. He eyed you with each movement, worried he’d hurt you or do something that didn’t feel good. As he slipped a single, long, and slender finger inside, your eyes rolled back with a long moan, and his mind spiraled with how it felt. You were so thick and creamy and warm and tight. How could you have been hiding something so perfect from him?
     “Fuck,” he whispered, his finger pulling out before he could even put it all the way in. “Y/n,” he said with a strange determination. “I change my mind.”
     “What do you mean,” you sighed. “We’re already this far.”
     He grabbed you without a word and twisted you around so you were on top of him again. Only this time, he was laying on the couch, and you were sitting on his chest, your ass practically in his face.
     “Yunho!” you squeaked in shock. “What are you doing?!” You frantically turned around to look at him, but he was long gone, his eyes focused solely on one thing.
     “I don’t want to figure everything out right now,” he mumbled. “I just wanna get to the good part.” 
     “The good part,” you scoffed. “What the hell are you doing?”
     He lifted your hips and pulled them over his face, and your cheeks grew a deep red in embarrassment and confusion and so many overwhelming thoughts. You felt his warm breath against your core, and your thighs trembled, unsure of what to do. He gently pulled you lower until your pussy was aligned with his puffy lips. You whimpered as he gave you a soft kiss.
     “Yuyu,” you mumbled, slowly lowering your chest to his stomach as your limbs started to grow weak.
     He licked a slow, fat strip between your lips, and you jolted at the wet, lude, so fucking pleasurable sensation. You raised your hips, your brows curling and mouth falling agape, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you back down with a long groan as he did it again.
     “Fuck,” you whimpered, your voice raising an octave as your entire body trembled in his hold. It felt so good, so vulnerable, but it made it feel even better. His soft vibrations as he breathed and groaned against your core… fuck he was so hot. “Keep going,” you mumbled, your cheek pressing against his bare stomach as you let the sensation take over your senses. He kissed you and licked you in that same area you’d shown him with your hands, rolling his lips and tongue over your clit with a gentle yet eager pressure. You had to grind your pussy against his mouth. For your sanity, you had to. You were moaning and whimpering with each rhythmic roll and lick and kiss. He was fucking drowning, and he loved it, and he was eating you like the sweetest dessert, desperate to swallow every last drop. 
     If it was so easy for him, though, it couldn’t be too hard for you either. I mean, it was just sitting there, straining against his pants. You couldn’t not be curious. 
     You mustered the strength to sit up a bit and fumbled with his pants until you unzipped the zipper and unbuttoned the button. It took you much longer than it should’ve, but your hands were fucking shaking, your eyes were watering, and your mind kept shifting back to the beautiful man lapping at your pussy. Fuck, it felt so good.
     But once his length sprung loose from his pants, you wanted it inside of you. You didn’t know how big was big, but Yunho was big. It was veiny and worked up from all of the teasing, and you wanted to make him feel so good. Make you both feel good by getting it deep inside of you. But, for now, you should return the favor to your hardworking man. 
     You wrapped an eager hand around him, not sure how much pressure to apply, but by the way his hips bucked up into your hand, you were probably doing something right. You moved from the bottom to the tip slowly, smiling slightly as you saw a little bead of precum at the top. Was he liking it? You were sure he’d like anything you did to him, but he was making you feel so good. You should reward him, right?
     You swiped your thumb over the tip and spread the new lubricant around, a soft squelch delighting your ears as you set a slow rhythm. His mouthwork faltered and turned more into heavy breaths against your core. His hips were trembling with little uncontrolled rolls into the air for more friction.
     “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, giving little kisses to your clit that sent gentle bits of pleasure throughout your body. 
      “You’re really big, Yuyu,” you whispered, licking your lips as you prepared to dive in for your treat. “You think I can take it all?”
     “I don’t know,” he sighed. “You’re so tight here. I can hardly fit my tongue in.” He gave a show of sliding his sopping tongue slowly into your clenching hole, and you whimpered, grinding your pussy pathetically on his mouth.
     “Just get me nice and loose, okay?” you panted. “I’m gonna get it all inside.”
     You flattened your tongue along its length, licking from the base to the tip before pressing the tip between your lips. He was so thick, stretching your mouth just slightly as you circled your tongue around him. His hands gripped your thighs with muffled whines as he opened you up slowly on his tongue.
     “You even taste handsome,” you mumbled before taking him in your mouth again.
     You pushed just a bit deeper, keeping your hands flat on his hips in case he felt too good and accidentally choked you on his handsome cock. Yunho’s fingers made your loose mouth tighten just a bit along his length as he inserted a finger into your tight hole, and he hissed lightly. As he set a slow pace, feeling around your drenched hole for anything that felt really good, you set a pace, too, with your little head bobs. Although you couldn’t go too far down, you stroked the rest of his length with your hand.
     He let out tiny gasps and low groans as you worked him toward ecstasy. And, fuck, you could feel it too. Everything was building up. He could hardly drink everything you were leaking as he pushed two fingers in, thrusting against your gooshy walls and pulling moans from your lips. The vibrations sent shivers of pleasure through him, which made him work harder. You were pulling each other toward climax quickly, but that’s not what you wanted.
     His fingers left your hole as your body lifted from his. You wanted the pleasure back as soon as it went away, but you knew there was something so, so much better waiting for you.
     “Fuck, this is taking too long,” you groaned as you flipped over until he was between your legs once again. 
     He giggled at your impatience, but his cock was practically begging for some sort of relief before it started hurting with how hard it was. You were both desperate, not even thinking anymore. Who cared if this was your first time? The feeling was all the same. You needed to be connected. Right fucking now.
     “Fuck, put it in,” you panted, pulling him by his neck flush against you. 
     He chuckled, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck, then your ear. “It'll hurt, baby. Even I know you’re not ready.” You groaned as he pushed two fingers into your hole, setting a quick pace as he sensed your impatience. “I’ll give you what you want,” he sighed, “if you cum once.”
     Your eyes widened. “Seriously?” You scoffed. “You don’t want our first orgasms to be together?” You fluttered your lashes as he shook his head in disbelief. He pushed in another finger, and you tensed up a bit as he began to actually stretch you open.
     “This won’t be my first,” he whispered, scissoring his fingers against your walls as you breathed heavily against his ear, gasping out of shock and jolts of pleasure. 
     “Are you serious??”
     “Ever since Sannie mentioned us having sex, I’ve been so fucking horny,” he chuckled. “I think, like, every night, I went to the bathroom and came while thinking about you.”
     His fingers were almost forced out of you as you clenched down on them, a deep blush covering your cheeks as he glanced toward you teasingly. 
     “You like that?” he asked, curling his fingers up as he thrust them in faster and faster. Your head buried into the couch cushion as you panted and moaned, lifting your hips to meet his fingers desperately. The pleasure was building, and every time he fucked his fingers into that one spot, you thought you’d fall apart right there. When he finally figured out that perfect spot, he rammed his fingers into it repeatedly until you were gasping for air as your entire body squirmed, working toward that release. 
     “Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” you whined, “Yunho~” He kissed you gently, nibbling on your neck as he grunted softly, using all of his strength to keep his rhythm as your eyes rolled back, body trembling. The pleasure built and built until everything fucking crashed, and your nails dug into his arms as you came with a long cry. He rode out your high, stroking your walls gently before pulling his fingers out quickly. 
     “Good girl,” he sighed, kissing your forehead as you whimpered, trying to calm down. Your eyes could hardly focus on one thing, your eyes fuzzy and brain scrambled. “I’ll give you what you want,” he mumbled. “Such a good girl…”
     His cock pressed against your hole, and it pushed just slightly inside. You winced, your eyes squinting at the oddly painful stretch. I mean, you knew it would be painful, but this was a bit unnecessary, right…? 
     Yunho stopped and lifted his head with a small smile on his lips, and, as much as it felt much better to stay still than to move, you wanted to get to the part that felt good. 
     “Baby, please?” you whispered, looking from one eye to another as you fought the urge to just get on top of him and put it in yourself.
     “Did I make you feel good?” he asked, pointing to his lips. “With my mouth?”
     You nodded immediately. “Yup, it felt so good.” It did, but that didn’t fucking matter right then.
     “You tasted really good,” he mumbled. “And your mouth…” he licked his lips, “...felt so good. So wet and tight.”
     “My pussy will feel even better, baby, please.” You didn’t want to whine or beg, but this was getting ridiculous.
     “Your pussy likes me, I think,” he thought aloud. “You know it flutters when I do something it likes. I wonder what that’ll feel like when I’m inside.”
     As his hips became flush with yours, you whimpered in slight confusion, a bit uncomfortable, but mostly confused, and also so, so fucking full. He was shivering softly, but you couldn’t find yourself having such small reactions. He was enveloping you completely, filling you to the brim, and your entire body was tense and limp, weak but so hyper at the same time. 
     Your fingers grabbed his hair with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other, your mouth agape as you brought him closer frantically. You pulled his chest to yours, his face to your neck, your leg around his hip.
     It wasn’t because it hurt at all. It just felt so inexplicably good that you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You wanted him to move so bad, but you couldn’t let him move or you'd completely lose yourself to pleasure. 
     “Yunho,” you whimpered, holding him tighter, desperately. “Yuyu, fuck… ’s so go..ood… j’s stay here… stay here, b…by, ‘s so good~”
     He could hardly understand you, but he was so glad you weren’t letting him move. He would cum right then and there. You were so tight. So tense, squeezing him like crazy. You were so warm and wet… It was clouding his mind. Even locked down like this, his hips couldn't help gently grinding against you, looking for any kind of friction. 
     He wanted to pound into you, fuck. He wanted to watch you go crazy. He hadn’t even done anything yet. Imagine what you’d look like, completely broken and fucked out, overtaken by your desire.
     “Can I kiss you, baby?” You nodded quickly, letting him lift his head so he could smash his puffy lips to yours. He untangled your limbs from his and wasted no time in slowly shifting his cock in your sopping hole. He groaned happily, rolling his eyes back as he ground inside of you in little pulses. 
     “Yuyu~” you whined. “Please, please, baby…” You kissed him hard before he could speak, desperately pushing your hips against him. “More... Fuck~” you whimpered, your fingers running through his hair as your tongues lapped and tangled together desperately.
     Finally… FINALLY, he set a rhythm, slow and trembling, as you panted against each other’s lips. He rolled his hips, his hips gently tapping yours with each slide in. He reached so far, your pussy tight around him, sending shivers throughout your bodies. You bit your lip as breathy moans escaped. 
     He cursed under his breath, whimpering as he kissed you lazily, picking up the speed of his thrusts. As your hips collided with more force, your moans matched the pace, and he basked in your pretty noises, hardly able to contain his own. 
     His hands slid along your body and squeezed your soft stomach gently, gripping you as he thrusted harder. “Everyday,” he groaned, kissing your ear. “We’ll do this every day.”
     “Okay,” you panted, your eyes rolling back with a squeak as he hit that perfect spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Mm… Yuyu… ngh~ you’re doing so good~”
     “Yeah?” he mumbled, sitting up on his legs. It was cold, but the sight of your tits bouncing, your fucked out expression… you were so ruined.
     “Yeah, baby~” you hummed.
     “I’ve wanted to fill you up for a.. hh… while now,” he grunted. “Thought about your pretty pussy taking my cock.”
     “Me too mmm~” His brows curled as he took steadying breaths. 
     “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.
     “I wan’d t-to touch you s…o bad,” you moaned, pushing your hips in the air as his pace quickened, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. “Thought I was being bad,” you panted. “But yo…ou were being bad too, huh?” You tried to give a playful smirk, but it faded quickly. 
     He nodded eagerly, his head dropping each thrust and little noise from your lips brought him so close to cumming. He desperately brought his fingers to your clit, circling the nub until you were a moaning mess, practically screaming and gasping as he slammed his hips against yours. 
     “Cum, baby, please?” he begged, biting his lip as you fluttered around him clenching and teasing as you were getting so, so close. “Come on,” he whimpered. “Wanna f-feel you, please.. ngh~”
     Your hips were squirming, jaw dropped as the pleasure built. You could hardly see through your tears, your clit adding to the pleasure of each of his ecstatic thrusts. Fuck, you were so close… so close… fuck, it felt so good.
     “Yu-ngh yuyu ah~ baby, don’t stop,” you moaned, your eyes squeezing shut forcefully as your pleasure reached its peak for the secind time that night, your body spasming as you creamed on his cock, your juices spilling from your hole and soaking the both of you. 
     He stilled after a single thrust in your clenched, orgasm-filled hole, whimpering and moaning as his cum spilled into you. He was trembling as he kept cumming hard and long, both of you panting as you tried to calm down. Your hearts were beating, cheeks wet with overwhelmed tears. He pulled out with a shudder and collapsed beside you, pulling you to his chest as he was hit with the raw cold air.
     You were shivering, wrapped in his arms as you tried to clear your head. You were content there, your mind fuzzy and limbs trembling. You were both completely exhausted, but Yunho took the initiative to bring you both to your feet and drag your legs toward the shower. 
     He wiped you both up, laid you both down on the bed, snuggled up in your blanket, and you were both instantly asleep.
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     “Y/n~ Yunho~” San whined as he trudged into your bedroom. “Jongho was being mean to me again~” 
     Your eyes were hardly opening when San was inviting himself onto the bed. But he stopped as he saw Yunho’s shirtless body wrapped around your shirtless body. He gasped, nearly falling off the bed.
     “Y/n!” he yelled, and Yunho was spooked awake, raising his head in shock with his eyes hardly open. “Did he force himself on you?! You can tell me! I’ll get him fucking killed!” He pointed at Yunho angrily, but you just rolled your eyes, snuggling back into your pillow.
     “Sannie?” Yunho mumbled, trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “What are you doing here? Did you have a bad dream again?”
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     The van was rowdy and noisy when you and Yunho hopped in. You sat beside him with a giddy smile, holding his hand as you all rode to your hideout as usual. 
     “Aw~ they’re so cute,” Seonghwa cooed. “You guys are the ideal romance. So wholesome and perfect.” He grinned at you, and you blushed lightly.
     “Than-”
     “No, they have sex now,” Jongho interrupted. “Everyone knows that.”
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18+. mdni. no smut but my blog is 18+.
day six of spooky week and reader bravely offers to take the party trick or treating, finding an unlikely guest along the way
a/n: six days of consistent posting has actually made me lose brain cells.. i don’t like this as much as i wanted to but i’m sticking to my guns and posting anyway. i’m not sure if tomorrow’s will make it up in time but i’m going to try my absolute hardest <3
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knuckles wrap against the grand wooden door, hoping to god it was dustin that answered and not steve. 
you can hear a barrage of footsteps on the other side, rushing down the hall to get to you first. the door swings open, dustin and his makeshift skeleton costume sit on the other side, a harsh scowl when he realises it’s you and not his friends. 
“what’re you doing here?” crossing his arms over his chest. 
“i’m coming with you, joyce ask-“
“-you don’t need to babysit us,” throwing a temper tantrum at the mere suggestion of you joining them on their journey around hawkins. 
“well, joyce says otherwise,” crossing your arms over your chest, you meant business. “jonathan’s busy and she wants someone to watch out for will so you’re just gonna have to deal with it,” sticking your tongue out for good measure. 
dustin huffs, nostrils glaring as he stomps back into steve’s living room. 
the older boy was helping him get ready, terribly painting a skull onto his grinning face. a faint argument rises from behind the door, scuffed footsteps fighting to reach the door before you had the opportunity to look in. 
“-we don’t need a babysitter at all! let alone two!” dustin screeches, throwing his pillowcase on the ground as he reaches the door, steve appearing behind. 
“two?” you question, looking down at the abandoned treat bag and then back up to a sheepish looking steve. 
“well.. i mean, you can’t take them all around hawkins on your own, i was just.. offering to join you,” his hand rubbing the back of his neck, ignoring dustin’s scowl to focus on your face. 
“oh,” attempting to hide your blush, passing it off as if it were just the chilly october air, “yeah.. sure, i could use some help,” stuffing your hands into your pockets, concealing your squeal of excitement. 
“great! great.. yeah, let me get my jacket and we can go,” rushing off inside while dustin sulks like a petulant child.
“you two are gross,” he remarks snidely, turning up his nose at the two of you.
it's a chilly evening in hawkins, your coat not doing enough against the wild wind. much colder than usual for this time of year which makes you a tad unsettled. after everything that had happened last year, a sudden drop in temperature didn’t seem like something you should ignore. 
steve walks beside you, humming to some pop tune as his eyes stay trained on the boys and which houses they were at. 
“so you’re going? to new york?" he starts,  keeping two strides behind the boys at all times, dustin would surely suffer a mental breakdown if you dared got any closer. 
“yeah,” you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “there’s a really good opportunity for me up there,” a twinge of something in your chest, unwilling to come off as braggy at all.
“that’s cool..” steve whistles, looking anywhere but at you, “i’ll miss you- i mean, we’ll all miss you,” clearing his throat in a pitiful attempt to hide what he really meant. 
“i’ll miss you too steve,” smiling softly over at his flushing cheeks, “you can come visit i’m sure,” shrugging indiscriminately. 
your all-consuming crush on steve was no secret to those around you, you’d been longing after him since freshmen year. hanging on his every word even during the multitude of girlfriends and hookups, desperate for his attention to one day fall unto you. 
though now you’re actually friends, like, real friends, you find yourself hoping that he doesn’t look at you, praying he doesn’t notice your sorry eyes or your longing smile. afraid that he’d find you utterly pathetic and tell you harshly that you and him would just never ever come to be. 
“but hawkins won’t be the same without you,” his feet crushing the dried auburn leaves, “who’s gonna help me take care of these guys?” chuckling softly, the cold air billowing from his lips. 
“you’re just gonna have to find a new babysitting partner,” shrugging softly though your heart sinks a little. 
steve’s mouth opens to reply but is abruptly interrupted by the gaggle of kids storming up the sidewalk to you. in a cleverly thought out formation, dustin at the front, mike all the way in the back. 
“we were thinking,” dustin starts, a tooth-achingly sweet grin plastered on his face, “and we think that you two shouldn’t have to spend your entire evening following us around, so,” looking around at his friends, “we’re happy to offer you half of all of our candy if you just leave us alone,” grinning as if he had offered the deal of the century. 
steve looks perplexed, sharing a questioning glance with you before turning his attention back to the eager boys in front, “what makes you think we want your shitty candy?” 
dustin’s smile drops, nose scrunching with such visceral anger, “look steve, we know you’d rather be off making out with each other or whatever, so why don’t we just cut the shit? you guys go home, we can take care of ourselves.” 
he puts his hand up to make a point, sputtering noises that don’t exactly make a coherent sentence, “that’s not- what the hell, dustin? mrs. byers asked us to watch you it’s not-“
“we’ll be okay! my mom just worries,” a bright-eyed will steps forward, offering his two cents. 
steve exhales, looking to you once more before shrugging. you were the one she’d asked anyway, not him.  
“what if something bad happens? like.. like last year?” you query, looking solely at will now. 
“it won’t,” solemnly shaking his head, “i’m better now, i promise.” 
your lips pout, contemplating whether the little shits could be trusted. joyce would never be mad at you, wise to her son and his friends tricks. 
“okay..” nodding slowly, “but i’m taking you up on that candy offer, and i want the good stuff.. not smarties or mints or whatever shit you think you can trick me with,” a harsh glare to the clan of boys. 
mike goes to protest until lucas’ elbow meets his ribs, a chorus of thankyou’s echo out before they sprint away, tripping over themselves to get as far away from you as possible. 
“i didn’t think you’d say yes,” steve remarks, a humorous tone to his voice. 
“what can i say? they drive a hard bargain,” suddenly regretting letting them run amok around the hawkins streets, “do you think i should’ve said no?” 
“oh no, definitely not,” falling into laughter, “i don’t think they would’ve let you say no anyway.” 
you scoff, looking around at the busy street, “you’re right.. i’m gonna uh.. head home then, since we’re not needed anymore,” attempting to hide your disappointment at not getting to walk around with him all night. 
“you wouldn’t wanna.. watch a movie or something, would you?” steve interjects before you can walk away, “my parents are out of town so my house is empty and i’ve got popcorn,” sweetening up his deal. 
your heart thuds a little too hard, unsure of whether you’d still be alive after a movie alone with steve, on his couch. but you nod anyway, continuing back in the direction you’d came from. 
his house is sterile, it honestly reminds you of something from a showroom, not meant to be lived in but just admired. kind of like steve, when you think about too much. 
you weren’t going to be together, he was a prize, someone you’d lust after but never truly get. 
the opening sequence to friday the 13th pulls you from your sour thoughts, sitting just inches away from him and his meticulously styled hair, the consolation of freckles and moles you’d connected a thousand times in your head. 
he doesn’t look real, a figment of your imagination except his chest is rising and falling in time with yours and he keeps shifting in his seat. 
“so when do you leave?” startling you from your haze, pulling your attention to him. 
“uh.. june, i’m going up early to get settled.” 
“oh, cool,” inhaling sharply, a long, drawn-out exhale immediately after, “i still got a few months left with you then,” offering a grimacing smile as his words register in his brain, “obviously i mean that we all do.” 
“i knew what you meant,” convincing yourself that he had just misspoke and that the obvious undertones to everything he had said this evening weren’t actually there. 
“actually i don’t think you do,” steve sighs, no longer the suave sweet talker he once was, now just some old guy that drive kids to and from their dnd meetings. 
“oh?” you remark, sitting back in shock. 
he leans forward, over the overflowing bowl of popcorn, “i’m trying to hit on you, i’ve been trying all night,” allowing a glimpse of his former playboy interior to resurface, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips. 
you stare back with what only you can assume is a puzzled expression as steve moves back once again, “sorry- i’m not very good at this anymore, i-i thought you were interested but obviously- shit,” slapping his palm to his face, hiding in sheer despair. 
“no! nonono steve i am,” sputtering rather quickly, “i’m sorry, i’m just.. shocked. i didn’t know you felt like that too, y’know?” amazed that both of you could single handedly fumble this. 
“‘course i do,” shrinking into a bashful shadow of himself, “thought that was pretty obvious,” fiddling with his fingers, too shy for someone who had just admitted to having feelings for you. 
“not to me,” slightly offended that you had apparently been the last to know. 
he exhales, a sigh of relief, “fuck, i thought i’d read that totally wrong then.”
you stop, furrowing your brow, “what? you knew i liked you?” 
“i mean, kinda yeah.”
“did dustin tell you?”
“he-,” steve sighs, doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, “i might have told him how sad i was that you were leaving and he just told me that you might feel the same way too,” holding his hands up with all intentions of owning up, “he just wanted to help me out, i think,” a quiet sadness in his voice. 
any other time you’d strangle the little blabber mouth but only this time you can’t be too mad, without him, the two of you would’ve never had the guts to just say it. 
“now i’ve been dyin’ to kiss you for too long now so if you’ll forgive me,” leaning in once more, carefully cupping your chin in his palm and so gently kissing your lips that it almost feels like air. 
your eyes fluttering shut as the sparks fizzle behind your eyelids, the butterflies in your stomach flap so hard you’re almost nauseous.   
years and years of hopeless pining had lead to this, a syrupy sweet kiss on his couch as the guttural screams of alice hardy play on the background.
it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and more, steve suddenly so real and malleable in your grasp.
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Jack & Joker - Ep 8
I finished the remake of Love Mechanics on Sunday, and a new episode of J&J on Monday - what can I say, watching War's characters not having the best time is a whole experience 💀
Another really good episode of J&J, this show is great, although the first crack in this perfect picture has appeared, which I hope won't go in the direction I predict.
This is of course the introduction of the most infuriating trope in the form of the relationship between Joke and his father (and brother). This is such bullshit. Everything here is wrong and it pisses me off. The gaslighting, that Joke's feelings are invalid and wrong, that he's corrected, told what he 's supposed to feel 😬 The father who is openly cruel and says things that no child should ever hear from their parent. The pathetic attempt to whitewash him by saying that he secretly loves Joke with his stash of soups as a proof, and that he ultimately ate the meal prepared by Joke (ignoring the fact that he did this only and exclusively because he was hungry), after rejecting his peace offering and insulting him again. The Oppan series has shown such a father, who is horrible at the beginning and says horrible things, although in reality he truly loves his children and wants good for them. And what does that father do when he sees that with his intentions alone he will not rebuild the relationship with his children? He apologizes, lets go of his expectations and prejudice, learns how to be a good father, even buys books! And seeing HIS efforts, his children respond to them and to him! Except in J&J it is not even that: Joke's father loves an idealized version of his sons, and the one who fits into this version is always praised and basks in the light of acceptance and parental love, and the one who doesn't fit into this image is an outcast, constantly rejected, mocked and criticized. Loving your child in secret, and rejecting him publicly and to his face is NOT good parenting ffs!! I REALLY don't want to see Joke and his father reconcile, especially if they build their relationship on the conditional love of the father and on Joke's self-sacrifice, trying to fit into his terms.
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I'm very happy that first Joke
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said exactly what I think and what irritated me so much about Jack's behavior in the last episode. Jack made the decision himself, without talking to his loved ones, making the decision for them without asking for their consent. It's good that the series addressed this.
I love Joke's pure love, when even in the greatest anger he's able to stop and react to Jack's suffering. I love the scene when Joke is clearly agitated and sees Jack trying to hide the agony he is going through - and suddenly Joke's face changes and he reaches out to Jack… War is such a good actor ✨
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Yin is also great. I really like how he shows with his whole body how Jack feels in a given situation. For example, how apathetic he is in scenes when Joke gets mad at him, how his arms hang lifelessly when Joke shakes him or screams at him, how he gives in to Joke's anger.. Also when he is with Rose, how he reacts to her, to physical contact with her, how stiff and reluctant he is, which can be seen for example in the dance scene (although he can also comfort her, which is a natural reflex for him). I like how he hesitates when leaving Joke, following Rose, how he can't help but look at him one last time. Jack also, even when he receives all of Joke's anger, doesn't get angry at him or offended and his protective and caring instincts also take over when Joke is hurt.
And how he embraces Joke WITH ALL OF HIMSELF, melting into him, adjusting to his body. Oh boys... Everyone knows you are together, you even sleep like lovers, who are you fooling 🥺
I also like how you can see that Jack is suffocating with what he has to do, how you can see from him, how he tries at all costs to show that everything is ok, and how it's getting harder and harder for him to act in front of Rose and Joke - that's how I interpreted his stony face during the argument with Joke in the hospital, his sudden silence, because if he let go of his emotions for even a second, he could have let go of all his iron control, on which his sanity now hangs.
The juxtaposition of the cruel games played by the demoralized rich with the kind game played by the grandma was also shown very nicely.
I'm very happy that the episode ended with this scene this time. Very lovely and very natural cuddling, their conversation and behavior very much in their character (very VeeMark too lol). I'm also very happy that we have probably finished the era of the depressed, rejected, abandoned, constantly insulted, jealous, lonely Joke.
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(What's with that manhandling Joke's body, Jack? And what about letting him do that Joke? 🤔🤨 not.fooling.anyone.)
(I love them so much.)
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koiiiji · 1 day ago
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I love your writing! I will continue to support you😭🫶🏻🫶🏻Can you write hyeok kwon x reader nsfw?
nsfw alphabet
author's note ; THANK UUUU💌!! i haven’t really following wb hashtag lately, so im sorry if someone already did nsfw alphabet with Kwon Hyuk
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a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Hyuk is sleeeeeeeeepy. after sex you need to push him to the shower, so he won't fall asleep all naked and sweaty (but let's be honest, sometimes it happens too...). but usually after shower he likes to get in comfortable, close position and snuggle into your body and blankets to slowly fall asleep with small sex talk (i think he likes to hear your prises after sex, like did he do a good job? (ofc he did)).
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
i think he appreciates his arms and hands! he knows that he has some strength and likes when you can grip on to his biceps in the heat of the moment. i mean he knows how to work his hands.
as for you, he truthfully loves every part of you. if you ever asked him 'what part of me is your favorite?' he would actually say boobs. he likes resting on them.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i don't think Hyuk is particularly keen on making a mess, especially of the bed. i truthfully think he'd surprisingly enjoy cumming on your face, mainly around your lips. messy oral? he's done for.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
i honestly have no idea what to put here, because Hyuk is quite lazy and not really kinky... but maybe he would like to try some role games?... sex in cosplay costumes maybe?... like to see you in cute bunny or kitty costume with ears and tail? maybe?
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he is pretty experienced. he watched a lot of porn — different kinds, from home to most trivial ph shit. don't forget that Hyuk and Wooin are friends since high school and this fact alone allows to think that these gremlins been through some experience. so don't worry, he knows how to use his fingers and dick!
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
so, i think something simple like missionary where he can stare into your eyes, kiss you, tell you sweet things, etc. his ultimate choice is on the side, when he can hold your leg and slowly fuck you from behind. cowgirl can work too if he is extremely lazy today.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
can't help but be clumsy sometimes. he can't help but giggle when hair gets caught in your mouth or some other silly thing. however, he likes to keep things intimate and prefers to have a serious moment with you in bed
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
clean shaved or well trimmed. i think he finds it more aesthetically attractive and just likes to keep his higiene be that way.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
calm, can joke sometimes if it's appropriate of course. but mostly he is completely immersed into the process — kissing, cuddling, holding your body, tease, whisper sweet nothings into your ear
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Hyuk is super chill about...everything. if he needs it right now he will do it. he doesn't see anything wrong with it honestly
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
okay so...i think vanilla. when you're getting to know him and for the first few times you have sex, he keeps it simple. but with time he can go more and more sweet and even romantic. however, i think Hyuk have his kinkier side!! i think he really enjoys mocking you. like 'so wet for me already? greedy girl' and other dirty talk.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
your bedroom! he is super lazy and if he had opportunity he would stay in bed all day (and this is canon i think, still it been stated in wb that he is lazy and likes his bed too much)
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
seeing you all domestic, in his oversized clothes, just woke up standing in the kitchen, hair is messed and eyes are still sleepy. he really likes slow morning sex on the kitchen!!
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
bringing other people to your bedroom. and really weird stuff like peeing or something like that
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
mmm 50/50 with giving. i don't think he have a great skills. like he surely can go down on you, but Hyuk is not super skilled and his tongue and jaw get tired quite fast. but he is not pushing you to give oral to him either.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
depends on his mood. he can get really fast when he's feeling extra needy or kinky. however, when usually Hyuk will take his sweet time teasing you and go nice and slow with his thrusts, movements, touches. but there are time where he could also use slowness to his advantage and tease you.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
nope. i think he consider it as unnecessary splash of energy, he would rather wait until you two have a mood for proper sex. and he likes resting in bed and generally are lazy so it's no.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
uuuh, he definitely wanted to try few places like changing rooms, or maybe friend's place, but just out of curiosity, he probably won't like it, so his preference is bedroom (read 'because he fall asleep almost immediately')
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i don't think he has very high stamina. it's not that he gets really sleepy after, but he can't go for multiple rounds. i think Hyuk doesn't really understand the point of few rounds if you two already had great time. like he can go two rounds if you insist or it's been a long time since he's seen you. he can last a while though, i think. but dont expect him to be sex machine, he is super lazy.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
most of the time he is indifferent about such things. if that means it will bring you extra pleasure, he don't mind.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
ohh he likes to tease!! both with words and actions! he likes to tease you through your panties with his slander fingers, he likes to tease your clenching pussy after he spent some time with his fingers ther. he likes to give you playful bites, slapping, literally everything!! he loves teasing so so much
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
keeps quiet, mostly. some interjections of grunts and groans, especially when he cums. he uses his voice more for humiliating-sweet talk, when he teases you! he loves hearing your noises, though, and it gives him more encouragement than anything.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
once you woke him by going down on him. he really liked it and secretly want to wake up like this more often, but he is kinda shy to ask this since he doesn't really enjoy doing same to you (as i said, only because he isn't that skilled and get tired fast)
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
i would say average. he is quite slim, vienny, but okay, maybe a little longer than average.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
i think he has a fluctuating sex drive. during flu and cold season — autumn and winter — he is so clingy, desperate for your body heat, and won't let you escape warm bed, snuggling into your boobs. however, during the summer... just dont touch him. hot weather affects him so much that you hardly receive a hug from him.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
immediately. just few minutes after shower, when you two just cuddling, murmuring soft nothings and you found him not answering you, so you rise your head just to see he already softly snoring in his sleep.
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infiniteeight8 · 3 days ago
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Since you mentioned having more Tony & Soul ideas I would love to know what comes next in that verse <3
It’s been awhile since we returned to Tony & Soul! :D 
The rest of the series can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3910384
For the record, although this ficlet involves shapeshifters, it has nothing to do with Secret Invasion. This whole ‘verse goes AU after Titan, so none of that applies. These are just generic shapeshifters, rather than Skrulls.
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“They’ve started mimicking us,” Natasha says tensely. “Be careful who you leave at your back.”
Tony swears. These shapeshifters had started off hiding in plain sight as objects and had moved on to copying civilians, which had made them difficult but not impossible to identify. Apparently, whatever it is that enables them to take on a shape had adapted again. “They won’t have comms, though,” he says.
“No, but we’ve already lost contact with Steve,” Natasha says. “We can’t tell a damaged comm from a compromised comm.”
“Tony,” Stephen calls out, flying over. Tony tenses; does the mimicry extend to flight? “They can’t hide their souls from you,” he says when he’s close enough not to shout.
No one but Stephen knows about Soul. Tony relaxes. “Look for people without connections to me?” he guesses, already tapping into the sense that shows him the soul threads. Most of the civilians have cleared out already.
But Stephen shakes his head. “A battle might be enough to establish a connection. You need to look for the shape of their souls, not just their relationship to others.”
“Shape, right,” Tony mutters, but he concentrates, letting Soul help adjust his perception. Suddenly the few civilians still hiding from the battle flare brightly. Tony rears back and curses, automatically shading his eyes even though this brightness has nothing to do with vision. 
“Tony! Are you okay?” Stephen’s hovering close by, and his soul is the brightest of all. Tony is seeing so much, he can’t even process it.
Soul steps in and suddenly everything eases down until he’s only getting a general impression of people. Tony lets out a breath. “I’m okay,” he tells Stephen. “Just a little information overload. I’ve got it now.”
It turns out that aliens have very differently shaped souls than humans. Tony has no trouble at all telling them apart. With Stephen’s help, the remaining shapeshifters are quickly rounded up and secured. 
“How’d you pick them out?” Natasha asks while she, Tony, Stephen, Steve, Sam, and Bruce wait for the appropriate authors to retrieve them.
If he says he adjusted his suit sensors, they’ll want to know how, for the future. But Tony isn’t ready for anyone to know about Soul. Not yet. One day he’ll have to explain, but—
“I cast a spell,” Stephen says. “It took some time to adapt; these shapeshifters aren’t like those I’ve seen before.”
Natasha raises her eyebrows. “There’s more than one kind?”
“Many more,” Stephen assures her.
She shakes her head. “Great. The universe is a wonderful place,” she says dryly. 
“Thanks,” Tony tells Stephen later, when they’re alone in the Sanctum. “For covering for me.”
“Any time,” Stephen says, smiling.
“I will tell them, eventually,” Tony promises. 
Stephen leans forward. “They’re not entitled to know, Tony. Whether or not you share this with them is entirely your choice.”
Tony has to laugh; that’s not an opinion he hears much. But he can feel Stephen’s sincerity, and he can’t help but bask in it a little. “Eventually, someone is going to notice I’m not aging, if nothing else.”
“There are illusions I can cast that would take care of that,” Stephen says. “I mean it: What you share with others is entirely up to you.”
That promise leaves Tony a little breathless. “Thank you,” Tony says again, because he can’t seem to find any other words.
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silvers-not-home · 2 days ago
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do you guys ever think about how in third life grian and scars love actually felt like love in regards to other seasons? how they would dance with eachother in the desert and make eachother flower crowns, embroidering lilacs and poppies on each others clothes, holding hands, killing for eachother- actually killing eachother.
and then by last life grian wanted nothing but a break from scar. wanted nothing to do with scar. flat out forgot about him and only interacted with him when he needed something while scar was still infatuated with grian. still holding onto the same cactus flower he gave him in his pocket, months after it had already wilted away
double life was the perfect opportunity for them to interact with eachother again, finally after a whole season of being separated they could make up again only for scar to realize it wasn't the business that made them drift apart. it was grian, not wanting anything to do with him anymore. it was grian getting tired of him, letting go of the love he had for him and throwing it away while scar held onto it until his hands became red and sore. scar never wanted to stop loving him but grian never wanted to love him to being with.
grian cheated on him, lied to him, ignored him, had little to no trust in him. only showed any actual care about him because they shared health, he wouldn't have even batted an eye if they didn't. and scar only stayed because he didn't know how to live without loving him. only stayed with a man that ignored and cheated on him because he didn't wanna be alone- he didn't know how to be alone without destroying himself in the process
limited life was different. limited life was the season scar finally learned how to let go of grian and focus on people that actually give a damn about him. and when he finally started doing that he finally learned what it was like to actually be loved. not just appreciated, not just wanted but actually loved- he died with the comfortable yet cryptic feeling of not loving him anymore
secret life comes around and he's finally content without being codependent on grian. without having to know his input or opinion on what he's doing he's fallen out of love and he's okay with that. he's okay with throwing away the wilted lilacs and poppies hes kept in his pockets after all this time. he's finally okay with not having him and once he is grian isn't. he's asking him to team up, something that's never ever happened before. he notices the dead flowers in his hair and stray sand on his clothes. he's gone back, he never left the desert and scar doesn't wanna admit it but he has. but once he won, he was alone again. right when he was okay with it he got it. being alone for an entire year (it's canon you guys. you guys it's canon and it HURTS :((() but being alone for an entire year makes him reflect obviously. it makes him think about how everyone just walks all over him and how he just lets it happen without doing anything about it. it makes him think about how much actually misses the desert. he can't help but despise what grian did but god does he miss him
AND THEN WILD LIFE????? HUH???? what the hell do you mean grian is trying to get a monopoly on sand. you mean scar? they one that started monopolies in the first place? no he's busy having a monopoly on a green plant with his blond, british, bird friend while living on a mountain. his ass not only went back to the desert he fucking ran back to the desert once he heard word of grian being there. he's okay with being alone but if he had the chance, he'd go back to season one.
you guys ever think about that or is it just me?
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etclouie · 2 days ago
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kinktober day twenty nine - secret relationship sex
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finding a moment alone with your boyfriend away from the rest of the group (Merle Dixon x !fem reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: prison era
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, riding, tiniest mention of shane (one line), merle himself, secret relationship, kinda ooc merle towards the end, merle calls reader sugar tits (once), uh pretty sure that’s it, lmk if there’s any typos
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 966
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: i think michael rooker is so fine, so fully self indulgent
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you’d been with the group since the beginning, becoming as valuable as Shane allowed you to be within the group. 
you knew Merle was a dick, someone the group didn’t really need in any way, but you found him interesting in a sense. 
the same way that led to you now being in a secret relationship with him. 
since he reappeared at the prison, you’d been sneaking around together. 
sneaking him into your room whenever no one else was around, just like now. 
the rest of the group were elsewhere dealing with other things, giving you ample time with Merle. 
you were on top of him, knees on either side of his hips as he lay against the back wall in your bunk. his cock snug and nestled in your warmth while you rolled your hips against him. 
his hands lay heavy on your hips, helping to guide your movements. 
���c’mon doll, know ye’ve got it”
he encouraged, his voice laced with his usual drawl and mixed with a hint of teasing. biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan while your hands grabbed at his shoulders, steadying yourself as you started to rise and drop your hips against him. 
the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filled the empty room, and growing louder as your hips sped up— chasing the release bubbling tightly in your belly. 
letting out a breathy “oh fuck” as his cock began hitting all the spots that had you seeing stars and your toes curling in your socks. 
“that’s it darlin’, bouncing real pretty f’me”
mewling at his words, breathy moans threatening to spill from your lips as your walls fluttered desperately around him. 
one of his big hands lifting to tug down the neckline of your tank top, letting your boobs spill free; garnering a groan from deep in his chest. 
“prettiest fuckin’ tits”
he groaned out, his head dipping to flick his tongue against one of your pebbled nipples. 
cunt fluttering around him at the new sensation, the pool of warmth bubbling in your belly as you teetered on the edge with every drop of your hips onto him. 
your head lulling back as you chased your orgasm, his face still pressed in against your boobs as his hands helped you move atop of him. 
getting lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, each drop down onto him tugging at your climax and coaxing you closer and closer. 
“gonna cum”
you warn, walls clamping tightly around him as your hips falter. teetering on the edge while his lips continued across the swell of your breasts, eyes shut in bliss as the feeling of him consumed all of your senses. 
gasping and opening your eyes to meet his teasing gaze after he bit at your left boob, a subtle indent of his teeth grazing the skin as he pulled back with a cocky smirk. 
and surprisingly, that was your undoing. 
cumming with a shaky and breathless cry of his name while your walls spasmed around him, the coil in your belly snapping as you toppled forwards against his chest.
babbling incoherently against his throat as you basked in the height of your pleasure, walls continuing to flutter rapidly around him while your release coated his cock. 
“there we go, ‘ats it sugar tits”
hiding your face in against his throat at the name, heat flooding through your body in something akin to embarrassment. 
his hands holding firmly onto your hips as he started to rock up into you, chasing his own high as you lay pliant against his chest. 
“know yer tired but need you to help me ‘ere, got it?”
nodding your head tiredly, not making an effort to move as you continued to lay against his chest. 
the velocity of his thrusts up into you had overstimulated whines toppling from your lips, the slapping of your ass against his thighs filling the room again. 
his thrusts sloppy and stuttering as the coil within him snapped, listening to him groan loudly as his climax hit him. clinging impossibly closer to him as he shot his release into your warmth, spurt after spurt of his cum coating your walls. 
“there we go sugar, there we go”
he cooed, pulling out of you reluctantly and causing both of you to hiss at the sudden withdrawal of him. burying your face tighter against his throat as the feeling of his cum dripping out of you started. 
his hands soothed across the swell of your ass, carefully moving you off of him and down into the worn mattress of the bunk. 
your state worn and drowsy now, making him chuckle at the sight. 
you barely registered the way he slipped out from your side, standing next to your bunk and pulling his pants back on and redoing his belt in the process. 
if anything, if the world hadn’t gone to shit, Merle would’ve left you exactly like this. practically naked and exposed, but now he felt some sort of urge to help take care of you afterwards— still nothing worldly though. 
he grabbed your panties he’d previously tugged off, helping pull them back on before grabbing the sweatpants he’d also removed from you in his frenzy to get you naked. he allowed his gaze to rake down your now redressed body, bar your still exposed boobs which he also helped fix back into your tank top. 
the feelings he had for you were so foreign, so new. 
he didn’t know how to deal with them, which is why he always slipped out before you regained any awareness. 
before he slipped out this time however, he was leaning in to press a kiss to your temple before murmuring out to you. 
“see you next time darlin’”
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Summary: You've been doing OnlyFans for a few years when you gain a new subscriber. A creator himself—as made obvious with his username being prongsplayground_free—and you quickly discover that he's part of a polyamorous relationship and they've been watching your content together for a while.
Content Warnings: Adult content, mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator (hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy.
Note: I have 27 chapters drafted for this, but just this chapter edited. I plan to get one chapter out a week, maybe two. Will link the chapters here each time I post one.
Chapter One
The screen flickers as you refresh your subscriber feed, the blue light casting an ethereal glow on your face. The usual ache in your shoulders is more pronounced today, a reminder of the hours spent hunched over your laptop. It's been a slow day for interactions, and with each passing minute, your energy wanes.
You've become accustomed to the steady hum of pain that accompanies your cerebral palsy, a constant companion through the years. But some days, like today, it sings a sharper tune. A grimace crosses your face as a jolt shoots through your lower back, making you wince. Still, you adjust yourself in your wheelchair, pushing past the discomfort. You are resolute, persistent—qualities that have carried you far despite the odds.
Your gaze flits across the screen, taking in the aliases of your OnlyFans subscribers. Most are nondescript, a blend of numbers and letters that reveal nothing about the person behind the screen. But one notification stands out: a new subscriber—"ProngsPlayground_free." The uniqueness of the name catches your attention; it's different, that’s for sure.
Your fingers hover over the screen, curiosity piqued, and then you tap on the profile. The avatar is of a single man, but the banner image shows three figures intertwined, their faces obscured by shadows and strategic angles. You begin to scroll, the soft hum of your laptop the only sound that fills the room. OnlyFans has an auto-subscribe feature for creators who follow each other, and it's clear that this "Prongs" belongs to a throuple.
Your brows furrow slightly, interest piqued. It's not common to come across a polyamorous relationship on this platform, let alone one that shares content so openly. But then again, what is common in a world mediated by screens and pseudonyms?
You've noticed how many creators on here have a story behind them, something that fuels their content and connects them with their audience. Not that you'll ever know the full truth—they keep their personal lives as hidden as you do yours, tucked away behind usernames and carefully composed photos. Just as you keep your chronic illness behind a shield, they too have their own secrets. It's safer that way.
Each post from Prongs is a window, however small, into the life they share. The photos are playful, intimate—a hand reaching out to touch, fingers tracing the curve of a muscle, the rumpled sheets of a bed bathed in the warm glow of a setting sun. Faces are always obscured, identities hidden behind screen names and tantalising hints of bodies that suggest closeness without ever fully revealing. It's like a jigsaw puzzle with ever-changing pieces, a mystery enticing followers back for more.
The cover images on each video promise another piece of the story: Prongs’s hips pressed against Padfoot’s backside, their bodies moving together in rhythm, or maybe Moony's hand tangled in Prongs' hair, speaking volumes without words. Captions tease just as much as the images they're attached to: "Can't help being all tangled up," one reads, while another suggests, "Moony and Padfoot never give me a break 😏." Almost every post ends with a familiar prompt—“see the unedited version on @packofpleasure.”
The names Moony and Padfoot are everywhere, tagged in Prongs' bio with links to their own free accounts, @moonysden_free and @padfootsplaypen_free. And then there's the shared world they offer on their paid account, where followers can pay to peek behind the curtain and see what happens when the camera keeps rolling.
Your hand hovers over the trackpad, careful not to click on anything that might alert anyone to your presence. The videos tempt you with their colourful thumbnails and engaging titles, but you resist. You know how these platforms work. It would be all too easy to accidentally hit the like button and leave a digital footprint where you have no intention of treading.
A notification pings, pulling you away from the infinity scroll. Your heart pounds in your chest as you see a new message waiting for you.
It’s from Prongs.
ProngsPlayground_free: Hi! My name is Prongs, and I wanted to take a moment to introduce myself properly. My boyfriends and I have been fans of your content across various platforms for some time now, and we've always admired the passion and authenticity you bring to your work — it’s what we try to bring to our own content, to say the least.
As you finish reading, another message arrives, this one tinged with a different tone—more hesitant, but still earnest.
ProngsPlayground_free: We have discussed subscribing to your OnlyFans on more than one occasion, and today I finally took the plunge and made it official. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to ask a somewhat delicate question: Would it be acceptable for me to share your content with my boyfriends? I understand that sharing outside of the platform goes against the rules—and for good reason—but given the nature of our relationship, not sharing feels... odd, to say the least. I didn't want to make any assumptions, so I thought it best to reach out and ask directly 😅
Your brow furrows as you read the message again, a spark of surprise igniting in your chest. It's unusual to see such respect when it comes to sharing your content—most people just do it without a second thought, and you're left hoping they haven't undermined your livelihood by giving away what you charge for. But the fact that he asked... it's endearing in a way that makes the corners of your lips twitch upward.
You pause, fingers hovering over the keyboard. You don't want to seem too eager, but there's an undeniable intrigue that tugs at you. Prongs and his boyfriends have shown genuine interest in your work, and perhaps there's a part of you that wants to know more about them, too. With a soft exhale, you begin typing your response.
You: Hey, Prongs! Thanks for reaching out. I appreciate you being direct about it. Honestly, I don't mind as long as it's just between the three of you—since you're all in a relationship, I can make an exception. 😉
You send the message and lean back, stretching your arms a bit, though your back still hurts too much to move much. It's not the first time someone has asked about sharing your porn with a partner, but this feels different. Maybe it's because they're a throuple, or maybe it's just the respectful way he asked. Either way, you're okay with it.
A few moments later, another message notification pops up. But this time, the message has a noticeably different tone.
ProngsPlayground_free: Thanks for being so chill about it! I know Prongs can get a bit stuffy with the rules sometimes, but we really appreciate you letting us use your place. We’re happy to give you a nice tip for being so accommodating. 😉 How does $100 sound? - Pads
You stare at your screen, a half-laugh caught in your throat. You hadn't anticipated an offer of a tip, let alone one as generous as $100, and you certainly wouldn't have asked for it. But when opportunity knocks...
You: I wasn’t going to ask for a tip, but since you offered… $100 sounds just fine. 😏
A spark of excitement flickers in your chest as you send the message. It's always a pleasant surprise when subscribers offer tips for additional content or special circumstances, and it helps more than they might realize. Sometimes, between managing your health and the unpredictability of your condition, working on OnlyFans can be more challenging than it seems. It's not just a playful side hustle—it's a lifeline on days when your energy is too low to do much else, and it feels good when subscribers acknowledge the work behind each post.
Almost immediately, a message appears from Prongs’s account: I sent you a $100.00 tip with the attached message of 'We appreciate you!'
You smile to yourself, pausing as you consider how to respond. It would be easy enough to leave it at that, a simple exchange of money for content, but something in you wants to offer them more. A gesture of gratitude for their generosity, a token of appreciation beyond the expected. You remember a video you recorded a while back—it was one of your favourites, originally sent out as pay-per-view content about a month ago. Perhaps they'd enjoy that?
You attach the video, your finger hovering over the file icon for a fraction of a second before you press it. The thumbnail shows a blurred image of your body, a tantalizing promise of what's inside. You push play just to make sure everything is as it should be. The clip begins with the camera set on a tripod, capturing the scene in your bedroom bathed in soft, ambient light. The sheets are rumpled, the air ripe with anticipation. It’s a sensual tableau, and at its center, you.
Your movements are slow and deliberate, each one designed to tease, to draw out the moments until they stretch thin with wanting. Your clothes peel away like layers of an intimate confession, revealing more of yourself with every passing second. A sigh escapes your lips, not acted but drawn from deep within by your own touch, your own desire. The final crescendo comes as no surprise; even through the lens, the raw intensity of your climax is palpable.
The video plays to its end, leaving behind a silence that hums in your ears. You wait for a moment, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, before typing your message.
You: Thanks for being so generous! Here's a little something extra. This was a PPV from last month—hope you all like it. 😘
With that, you lean back in your chair, the tension in your shoulders easing as you let out a long, slow breath. The screen of your laptop throws off a soft glow, casting shadows that dance across the walls of your room. For a moment, everything seems to be right with the world.
Your wheelchair creaks slightly as you shift your weight, the ache in your lower back a constant reminder of your limitations. But as you close the lid of your laptop, there's a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
A soft buzz draws your attention, and you glance down to see a notification lighting up the screen of your phone. It's from Prongs. Intrigued, you unlock the device and tap on the message, your eyes quickly scanning the lines of text, and you find your lips curving into a small smile as you read.
ProngsPlayground_free: Oh, wow. Thanks for that! We didn’t expect anything in return, but we’ll definitely enjoy it 😉 Moony says you’re very generous, and Padfoot is already deep into your feed. Can’t wait to see what you do next!
You can't help but laugh, setting your phone down and leaning back in your chair. This is new, this back-and-forth communication with subscribers. Most keep their identities hidden, their messages short and concise. But there's something different about this group—something inviting. Perhaps it's the respectful undertones or the playful banter they engage in. Either way, it makes you feel... connected, more so than usual.
The day wanes, shadows slanting long against the walls. Your body throbs with the dull ache of fatigue, and you know it's time to rest. With effort, you transfer from your wheelchair to the bed, each movement careful and measured. As you settle into the sheets, your thoughts drift back to Prongs, Moony, and Padfoot.
Who knew that today would turn into this?
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Royalty kink omorashi anyone?
You are a princess. You're used to busy days. Most of your days are planned for you, and you're used to not having much free time. You still expected to have at least a little. At least enough to visit the privy. But that hasn't happened. You don't know why. Normally, you'd have plenty of chances. And you've needed to go for a while. Trouble is now you're in the middle of an important ball with your family's allies.
Unfortunately, every time you try to leave, there is someone else you must greet or talk to or whatever. Honestly, you stopped paying attention a while back. there's only one thing you can focus on now.
You're desperate to leave it's all you want, but if you did that, it could cause a political incident! These are important people you can't just walk away, no matter how much you need to.
It's getting bad now. If you were alone, you would have been holding yourself and running for the privy, but you can't cause a scene here. You'll just have to try and focus on something else. Like Lady Glyb, focus on her dress. And her hair and... and...
It's no use. Just focus on not losing control that's all you can do. Don't cause a scene don't upset mother she was so sure you couldn't do this. Just breathe. Focus.
Oh no.
You feel yourself lose control. Just for a second but that enough to feel it. A very slight lessening of pressure. A very slight feeling of relief. And a damp sensation. A few drops is all it was, but it felt so, so good.
You move to stand near one of the roaring fires. You hope that it will help to dry your thighs. You're so incredibly desperate at this point. Losing that tiny but of control helped for a second, but now it's so so so much worse.
Across the hall, you hear a clatter and a laugh. One of the guests has knocked over a pitcher, and the wine has spilt. You watch as the puddle slowly spreads.
It's too much for you. You even try to jam your hand between your legs at the last second, but it's too late.
You're so grateful that everyone is distracted as you finally, blissfully, lose control. All you can hear is the noise as it begins to flood out of you. But the relief is incredible, even pleasurable if it wasn't for how mortified you are. Your skirts grow damp and heavy, and a puddle begins to spread from under you, and you still can not stop. You blink tears from your eyes and just let go. It's too late anyway. You give up and let it all flood out of you.
When it's finally over, you turn to flee, you know you mustn't, but you can't stand the idea of staying in your damp clothes. As you leave, you catch the eye of Lady Glyb. You thought she'd been looking away like everyone else, but she's looking right at you, a slight smile on her face. You'll pay her a visit later and beg her to keep your secret, but for now, you run.
please forgive my terrible writing! if anyone likes the idea and wants to do it better please do and tag me so I can read it (^-^)
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ak319 · 1 day ago
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Your platonic yandere Arthur is my favorite! But idk the exact reader's age. Is it about 12/13? I imagine reader like early teenager. Sorry my English is bad🙏 And I wonder if reader can escape or leave Arthur some time?
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💌Thank you so much for reading and the ask! I left the age option open for the reader to decide, but personally, I would say 15-19, while Arthur is 23-26. As for escaping, oooooo!, so, of course, the reader would be afraid to escape as she's pretty scared of Arthur and the fact that she's a bit naive regarding how the world outside practically works since she was restricted mostly from going out, but let's see if she decides upon it when she's a bit mature and with the help of a gang member does do it.
Warnings/ MDNI: not incest, strictly platonic, abuse, restrictions// I don't condone such behaviour
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"(Y/N)? Why are you sitting here alone?" You turned to see Annabelle, who sat down on the same rock with a gentle smile.
"Just… like being alone, I guess."
"Yeah, I figured." Daytime was the only time you could at least sit here on this rock, surrounded by nature. Not too far from camp, close enough to hear if Arthur were to return, and yet, far enough to finally breathe.
"Something tells me you’re troubled."
"Pft. Really?"
"Of course. Your mind… it’s somewhere else half the time. Did Arthur say--or do--something again?" Her tone shifted, a flicker of protectiveness flashing in her eyes.
"No, just..." You shook your head, unwilling to revisit last night’s argument. He still thought you were clinging to memories of the past. In his drunken irritation, he’d accused you of being ‘sulky,’ and you still didn’t know what to do with that. Talking back was a problem, and being quiet was, too.
"I see."
"I just want to… escape sometimes. I really do." You played with the hem of your clothes, eyes fixed on the blades of grass beneath your feet.
"What if I say… that can happen?"
Your eyes widened in shock. “W-what? Anna, are yo- are you serious?"
“Yes, I’m serious. I can help you get out of here-”
You shook your head violently, casting a quick glance around. “Shh!! What if somebody hears? Where would I even go? I can’t go to Mrs. Anne's, nor Isla's. I couldn’t risk them being harmed if he found out.” Your voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “You don’t know what he’s capable of, Annabelle… he wouldn’t spare them.” Your voice faltered, memories of his threats fresh in your mind. You could still feel that darkness in his eyes every time he talked about keeping you “safe” and “in line.” It haunted you even now.
"Oh, I know plenty of what men like him do. I’ve been in this life longer than you, darling. How do you think I met Dutch?" Annabelle’s eyes glinted, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "And since I know ‘em, I know how to deal with ‘em. I’ve got people in places who’ll help. I’ve already got a plan.”
Your eyes widened. "What are you-- and you think he won’t find me?!"
“Girl, girl, girl.” She shook her head, adjusting her hat with an air of calm authority. “Arthur may be the strongest in this camp, but he still works under Dutch, and Dutch…” Her smile grew even bolder. “Well, Dutch works under me. Got it?”
You let out a dry chuckle despite yourself. Dutch’s devotion to Annabelle was no secret, he wouldn’t let Arthur run wild through towns looking for you, not with bigger concerns on his mind. Her confidence in holding some power over both men was oddly reassuring, even in your tangle of fears.
“What even is your plan?” you finally asked, voice hushed.
Annabelle’s smirk deepened, her gaze steady. "First, I need to know your commitment. Are you one hundred percent in… or just curious?”
“Depends… on your plan.”
She sighed, giving you a knowing look. “Well, I hope it’s good enough to convince you."
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"Annabelle, what the fuck were you thinking? Do you even know what the fuck you've done!?” Dutch struggled to keep his voice low, fury simmering beneath the surface. His peaceful moment, with the gramophone softly playing and a book in his hand, had been shattered when Annabelle returned alone. Hours earlier, she'd taken you to town, claiming you two were off to get supplies. Now, Dutch was left grappling with the fact that you weren’t coming back.
Annabelle didn’t flinch, her own voice firm, but lower. “I did what was necessary. She clearly wasn’t happy here. And she… she reminded me of Bessie, Dutch. You know damn well how Arthur is with her, how he-”
“I KNOW,” he snapped, taking advantage of her hesitation. “But that’s the damn reason I’m mad, Annabelle. You went behind my back, didn’t consult me, didn’t consult Hosea! She’s his sister, his only family! What Arthur does with her is his business, their business. And you just… dropped her with a bunch of strangers?”
“They’re not strangers,” Annabelle shot back, eyes blazing. “They’re my friends. She’ll be safe with them, safe in a way she wasn’t here. They’ll help her find a job, a new life.”
“Safe?” Dutch’s voice wavered between anger and disbelief. “Annabelle, don’t you get it? Arthur’s not going to care if they’re your friends or the damn President. He’ll tear through whoever he has to just to get her back, no matter what you or I have to say about it. I already got so much to do and-- now I gotta do this? Play such games with my men?”
Annabelle’s face hardened. “Don’t you dare say it’s not my business, Dutch. The young ones here? They’re like our children. She’s my child too, and I’ll protect her how I see fit.”
"Arthur would be-” Dutch paused, inhaling deeply to steady himself. “What about him, huh?! What the hell are we gonna tell him then!?”
“That’s for you to handle,” Annabelle replied, her voice unwavering. “He’ll listen to you, Dutch, as long as you keep him here tonight, keep him occupied. That’ll give her more time. Maybe even let them get farther away.”
Dutch shook his head, staring at her in a mix of disbelief and desperation. “Love, you’ve clearly lost your wits.”
She leaned in, her gaze resolute. “Dutch, will you do it or not?”
Running a hand through his hair, he huffed in exasperation, glancing around as though the answer might be written in the shadows of the tent. “Do I even have a damn choice? Fine. Go and get Hosea.”
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Meanwhile, Arthur strolled back into camp, humming to himself as he exchanged nods with the other members. Some gave him knowing looks, brief nods that lingered a second too long, and others kept their heads down, avoiding his gaze. Arthur walked to his cot to relax before grabbing a bowl of stew, handed to him by Annabelle.
After eating it , he felt a lot lighter and fell dead asleep without realizing.
When he woke up confused and groggy, as always, coffee was the first thing he needed after splashing himself with water. Arthur took a long sip of his coffee, scanning the camp, eyes squinting in the early sunlight as he moved toward your tent. His mind wandered briefly to the odd stillness he’d felt last night, everyone a bit too quiet, too careful around him. And where were you, anyway? By now, you’d be at your usual post, tackling chores.
His steps quickened, a flicker of annoyance stirring as he neared the tent flap, only to be interrupted by Dutch’s bark from across camp.
"Arthur, Strauss has a job for you,” Dutch called, his tone carrying that same uneasiness Arthur had noticed earlier.
Arthur bit back his irritation, keeping his voice as steady as he could muster. “Yeah, yeah... I’ll be with you in a minute, Dutch.” He gave the tent one last glance, a strange feeling creeping over him, almost instinctual, a prickle in the back of his mind that something was off.
As he turned back, he saw Hosea watching him closely, almost too closely, and Annabelle by Dutch’s side, arms folded and gaze darting away as soon as Arthur looked at her.
No, he had to check first. So he did. And when he realized the truth, fury ignited within him.
Arthur stormed over to Annabelle, the one you’d grown closest to, and demanded, “Where is she?”
"Gone."
He restrained himself, fighting the urge to shout at Dutch’s girl. “What… what do you mean, ‘gone’?” His voice came out in a harsh growl, causing Hosea to step in.
“Look, Arthur,” Hosea began, taking a slow breath as he spoke, “we decided it was best for her to have a fresh start, somewhere away from this life… a chance to live freely.” Dutch watched with a tense frown, allowing Hosea to carry the weight of the explanation. He knew this was exactly how this shit was going to go down.
Arthur’s voice exploded, raw and furious. “What the hell does that mean?! I’m asking where is my sister?! I trusted you, people!”
Dutch snapped to attention, immediately trying to calm him down. “Arthur, easy now. Listen to me. You know we would never betray you like that, I would never do that.”
“Then tell me, Dutch! Where. Is. She?!”
Annabelle, visibly shaken, grabbed the back of Dutch’s waistcoat, a silent plea to keep quiet. "Wherever she is , she is happy and Arthur you better not-"
But Dutch ignored her grip.
“Armadillo,” Dutch muttered. At that point, Annabelle felt the bitter sting of dismissal, her plan, her carefully thought-out intentions, cast aside like they held less weight than a feather in Dutch’s eyes. His men, his loyal damn men, seemed to be all that mattered to him, their allegiance prized above all else
“Dutch, no!” Annabelle protested, attempting to cover the slip, but Dutch-led her back into their shared tent, her shouts echoing inside.
Hosea turned to Arthur, trying one last time to mediate. “Arthur--Dutch might’ve misspoken. She might not even be there. This is only a lead-”
“Oh, save it,” Arthur snarled, brushing past him. He was done listening. Hosea opened his mouth, but Arthur didn’t give him the chance. Without another word, he turned, marching toward his tent to grab his rifle and saddlebag.
You’d made a big mistake, one he wasn’t about to let go unanswered.
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Arthur’s relentless search led him to a dusty ranch far off from the nearest town, nestled among the dry plains. Days of frustration and near-misses had only fueled his anger, and now, as he spotted you working alongside the other ranch hands and the way you ran away inside once you saw him , a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he strode up to the main house, his gaze fixed on the ranch owner who had the audacity to hide you here.
When he demanded your return, the ranch owner stepped forward defiantly, shaking his head. “She’s not goin’ anywhere, she works here, on my ranch. You cannot just storm here and take her away!.”
Arthur’s hand was already hovering over his gun as his voice lowered to a deadly growl. “You’ve got about five seconds to change your tune. She’s comin’ with me, one way or another.”
The tension shattered in a heartbeat, and the next sound was, deafening gunshots making you whimper in the closet you were hiding inside. The owner and one of the ranch hands crumpled to the ground, blood seeping into the dust. Gasps and horrified murmurs spread through the remaining men as they retreated.
You were foolish to even hide, what were you expecting? That he would just leave not having luck finding you? He would search every corner if he has to. This wasn't the same as hide and seek, your favourite game to play with him when both of you were kids.
There he stood, his gun now aimed squarely at your forehead making the words of apology, of an excuse, of ANYTHING, stuck at your throat, his eyes as fierce as they’d ever been.
“Get up,” he ordered, voice as cold as steel. You hesitated, glancing at the dead men on the ground, the other workers staring in stunned silence and terror.
Arthur advanced, grabbed your chin and slammed your body against the closet's wall, making you cry at the impact, mostly out of fear instead of the pain. “I didn’t spend all this fucking time trackin’ you down to be left standin’ here. Now, move your fucking legs, I bet you moved them a lot when running away.”
Ignoring your protests, he dragged you across the ranch yard, his grip ironclad and unyielding. His other hand held the gun, to shoot anyone who came in his way.
Arthur’s jaw was clenched tight as he hoisted you over the saddle, securing you with swift, practiced motions as you struggled against the ropes. His gaze was cold, burning with fury and betrayal, every word laced with resentment as he leaned close.
“Ran away for this!?” he spat, voice dripping with disdain. “All I did for you, and you thought this was worth it? Some backwater ranch?”
He adjusted the ropes binding your wrists and ankles as you squirmed and cried, making sure they’d hold, not a hint of gentleness in his touch. He climbed into the saddle, barely sparing you another glance before he nudged the horse forward, leaving the ranch in a cloud of dust.
“You’ll be like this until I decide you’ve learned your lesson,” he said over his shoulder, his tone unyielding. “Get comfortable.”
Every second you’d managed to carve out on that ranch felt like a taste of freedom, something that had slipped through your fingers in seconds. Now, bound and helpless, the realization weighed heavy in your chest. You’d failed, somehow, despite all your attempts to escape, and the dread settled in as you faced the inevitable return to camp. The punishment was far from over.
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(AN: Hope you liked it! These days, I have an Arthur fever and absolutely enjoyed reading your guys' responses/asks! More asks to come, God willing!‎ Peace♡‧₊˚)
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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐄, 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. all these sentences regard the worldbuilding of stories that involve the fae, fairies, their magic and creatures like elfs. change pronouns, location and names as you see fit.
DIALOGUE SENTENCES.
"The forest whispers your name, mortal. Do you dare to answer?"
"Touch not the faerie ring, for it binds more than your mortal eyes can see."
"I’ve seen stars born and mountains fall. You, mortal, are but a blink."
"Do you think the wind’s laughter is merely the breeze?"
"In the twilight, between worlds, I dance where mortals dare not tread."
"The night sings to us, a melody only the fey-born understand."
"Your heart beats like a drum, calling to the ancient magic in my veins."
"Drink not from the silver cup, for once you do, your soul is ours."
"Under this moon, you are bound to our pact. Break it, and pay the price."
"Even iron cannot hold me, mortal. I slip through shadow and light."
"In exchange for your voice, I’ll grant you safe passage through my woods."
"I have no heart to give, for it lies buried in a grove long forgotten."
"Are you lost, or did you come to seek the faerie's favor?"
"Your eyes hold the curiosity of a child. Be careful, for curiosity feeds the forest."
"I know every leaf and branch of this wood; you cannot hide from me."
"Leave an offering, and perhaps the spirits will look kindly upon you."
"I was here when your ancestors first tilled the earth, and I will be here long after."
"Our laughter echoes in your dreams, but you will never recall why you wake with dread."
"Those who trespass know no mercy, unless they dare dance with me under the stars."
"Not all beauty is gentle. Will you trust the charm of a faerie’s smile?"
"Be warned, mortal: one touch from me, and your world will never be the same."
"The path you walk was woven by my kin; it leads to places your mind cannot imagine."
"These woods have memory, and they remember every broken promise."
"Tell me, do mortals still fear the old stories of the fae? Or have they grown too bold?"
"Would you trade a memory for a taste of elven wine?"
"Your heart's desire is written in the stars; let me help you reach them."
"I see more in your gaze than you know. Are you ready to face what lies within?"
"Elves age as the earth does; slow, silent, but never still."
"The silvered trees speak in riddles, but only the fey can hear their truths."
"My power lies not in magic alone but in every breath of this land."
"A human’s life is but a sigh to me. Yet here you stand, trembling before eternity."
"The roses here are more than flowers; they bleed stories of those who pluck them."
"How bold you are, to seek a kiss from a fae. Do you understand what it costs?"
"A dance beneath the moon seals fates; are you ready to join our revelry?"
"Our worlds do not blend easily. Walk softly, for you tread on sacred soil."
"Do you hear that song? It’s been sung since the dawn of time, in languages long forgotten."
"You seek answers from the fae? Then be ready for truths you may not wish to hear."
"Iron may wound us, but broken oaths do more harm."
"A bargain with me is a bond unbreakable. Will you wager your future on it?"
"The waters here reflect more than your face; they reveal the soul within."
"Elven tears are rare, but they hold more power than any gem."
"In my eyes, you see the realms of old, where legends still roam freely."
"No one truly leaves the faerie lands unchanged."
"Only a fool offers gold to a fae; we value secrets far more."
"Your world fades, but our light will shine long after your stars burn out."
"A gift from me is a double-edged blade. Are you brave enough to wield it?"
"You look at me as if I were a story; but I am more real than your breath."
"The fae care little for time. Why are mortals so obsessed with it?"
"I have danced on clouds and bathed in starlight. What do you offer in return?"
"Even the oldest trees remember their first sunrise, just as I remember every name whispered to me."
“The stars speak to us tonight, whispering secrets of forgotten realms.”
“Mortal, tread lightly; this forest holds memories of a thousand lifetimes.”
“They say fae promises are as brittle as moonlight, yet as binding as ivy.”
“I have danced on the shores of twilight and sung with the dawn; what have you seen, wanderer?”
“In my realm, time flows as the rivers do—twisting, turning, never still.”
“Do not gaze too deeply into the fae ring, for it may gaze back.”
“To enter our realm, you must leave your shadow behind; it has no place here.”
“Careful with your wishes, for in the fae lands, every word is a pact.”
“The forest breathes with us; its roots and veins are intertwined with ours.”
“Are you willing to give up your name? For only then may you cross the threshold.”
“Even the smallest of fae has a heart as fierce as the storm.”
“Hold your tongue! One wrong word here could bind you to our world for eternity.”
“What can a mortal offer in trade that does not crumble with time?”
“You seek magic, yet fear its price? You are braver than most.”
PROMPTS.
A human/other creature stumbles upon a circle of fae celebrating the equinox.
Write a starter where an elf grants a mortal one wish but with consequences they did not expect.
A faerie guard watches over an ancient gate that separates realms. A human accidentally crosses it.
Two elves of rival courts meet under a rare alignment of stars, and both wish to claim an artifact.
A mortal child stumbles into a faerie realm and is raised by the fae. Write about their journey back to the human world.
An elven healer falls for a human warrior, knowing their lives will never intertwine for long.
Write about a fae who accidentally gives away their true name to a clever mortal.
A human stumbles upon a garden of enchanted flowers that whisper secrets of the fae.
A powerful elf offers a gift to a dying human, granting them a second chance at life with one condition.
Write about a faerie who despises mortals yet finds themselves indebted to one.
An elf discovers a forbidden spell that allows them to walk among humans unnoticed. What do they do?
A fae warrior defends a sacred forest against an invading human force.
A young elf finds an ancient blade that binds them to the land's destiny.
A mortal must dance with a faerie to win back their heart, but the dance holds hidden dangers.
A fae bargains with a human to retrieve a lost artifact, but the retrieval has a cost.
A human bard tries to learn a faerie song, and in doing so, awakens ancient spirits.
Write about an elven queen who rules over both mortal and faerie subjects in a hidden realm.
A faerie offers a mortal safe passage through their woods in exchange for a memory.
A wandering human accidentally eats from an elvish banquet and realizes they've gained strange powers.
A fae child ventures into the mortal world on a dare, only to get trapped.
An elven archer guards a mystical glade where only the pure-hearted are welcome.
Write about a mortal who is chosen by an ancient elven weapon, becoming its reluctant wielder.
An elven healer is summoned to save a cursed forest, only to learn the curse is tied to their past.
A fae and human find themselves on the run from an ancient faerie queen who demands justice.
A faerie court holds a masquerade ball where each guest's mask reveals their soul's deepest desire.
Write about an elf who can manipulate dreams, drawn to the dreams of a mortal seeking revenge.
A fae artist is tasked with creating a painting that holds the spirit of the forest within it.
A young elven prince makes a reckless choice and accidentally binds himself to a mortal's life.
A mortal knight goes on a quest to find a mythical elven artifact that grants immortality.
A fae trickster tries to prank a mortal but ends up accidentally revealing a hidden world to them.
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•Yandere Izuku Midoriya•
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This is my first post, sorry for any mistakes:(
• Super protector
•He would be VERY protective of you. • We all know he overthinks things. But it would take him a while to realize that you're at UA to be a pro hero; But when he realizes this...God, he won't leave you alone.
•If you had a different talent, like singing or drawing, he would say things like:
"Hey, you're really good at this, have you ever thought about making it a career?"
•Don't get him wrong, he doesn't want you to give up on your dream (if that's your dream), but he thinks the world of heroes is too dangerous for a fragile diamond like you.
•Secrets
•Obviously he has many secrets, some he is not proud of, but you would never know to judge him...
•He knows all the possible entrances to your house. Which even makes him a little worried about your safety, but it doesn't matter, he's there to protect you.
• He certainly wouldn't give up on his dream of becoming a hero because of you, in fact, you would be a great incentive for him to become the number one hero. He needs to become the strongest at all costs to protect you!
•Maybe he has a nasty habit of taking your things. He has since lost your hair tie, stolen panties. (He's not proud of it, but you can't judge him)
• He has a separate "hero notebook" just for you, He tells himself (and anyone who has seen the notebook) that he just finds his individuality interesting. But if the notebook were opened, it would have more drawings and curiosities of yours than individuality.
•Jealousy
•He's jealous okay? •He would deny it to his death, but he really is VERY jealous.
• But he's discreet about his jealousy, after all he wouldn't want to ruin his good boy reputation (and he wouldn't want you to think he's crazy).
•If you were talking to a guy, he would discreetly pull you aside like this:
"Hey ___ could you help me carry these books? It'll go faster with your people.". (Not that he needed help, after all, what weak hero would he be if he couldn't carry a few books, right!)
•If that didn't work out, he would try to use his good guy reputation on you. Saying things like:
"I don't trust him". "He's not a good person"...
•Attitude
•He wouldn't have any attitude at first, especially when he was still figuring out what he felt. (Can you blame him? He didn't talk to anyone before high school, when you showed up it was like a shock to him)
•But as time goes by, he becomes more attitude (and more dangerous too).
•Later he would be chasing you, with the excuse that he was just doing his job as a night watchman. He would never kidnap you, but he would be on your tail all the time...after all, for him, that's what true love means.
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