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whiskeynwriting · 5 months

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The Babymoon

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Brief mention of reader’s hair (Jack just brushing it aside), established relationship/marriage, pregnant reader, dirty talk, aggressively passionate Jack (I’m W E T), degradation/teasing, breeding kink, daddy kink (ofc), spit kink, rough sex, choking, biting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, and some fluffies

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A/N: I apologize for the late post but ya girl has the stomach flu y’all

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Every small grunt forces a ping of guilt through your husband’s gut, both hands working tirelessly to relieve your pain. Truly, he didn’t know the walk would be so rigorous for you, but he should’ve known, should’ve researched more before coming out. But he does his best to make the situation better; he carried all of the bags, both yours and his, set them down in their appropriate rooms and then rushed back to tend to you. Jack led you over to the couch, letting you lay out while he removed your socks and shoes.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” He mumbled, removing his hat while kneeling down. “Didn’t realize it was such a long hike.”

“It’s okay.” Came your sigh of reassurance, head tilted back. “It was worth it.”

And that made him incredibly happy, forcing that handsome smile right across his face. What you said was true, too, coming here was definitely worth it. With Jack’s busy work schedule, and you constantly prepping for the baby, the two of you needed a break, especially before your newborn gets here. And that’s exactly what this trip was intended for. Some time away to relax, reset, and enjoy each other’s presence.

Jack’s lips find their way to your ankles and calves, fingers massaging your sore feet. He didn’t mind doing this for you, did it almost every night, in fact. It became routine for him quite quickly; he could never not care for you. But thankfully, most of the more aggressive symptoms have subsided alongside the beginning of your third trimester. No more intense nausea or bloating, no more awful heartburn. The worst of your troubles have been general muscle aches and pelvic pain, but you’d take that over vomit any day.

“I can feel him kicking.” A sudden laugh comes from your throat, both hands falling to your belly.

Jack grins, reaching up with one of his own hands. “He’s a wild one, in there.”

“You… you think it’ll really change?” All Jack does is look up with confused concern. “Our lives, the way we are, when he comes.”

His casual shrug serves as minimal reassurance. Glancing back down at your feet, Jack clears his throat. “Sure it will, babycakes. But not in a bad way.”

“How do you know it won’t be in a bad way?”

“Because I won't let it be that way.” Chocolate eyes meet yours once again, full of warmth and kindness. “Don’t worry so much, honey. We’re on vacation.” And with that, he’s standing, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Let me go make you a drink.”

And in this brief lull, you let out a relaxed breath, feeling at ease in Jack’s care. He’d always been such an attentive man, an attentive partner, able to identify and tend to your wants and needs before you even knew what they were. Being observant was in his nature, and branched into every area of his life, even now.

“Here you go, sugar.” Handing you the drink with a smile on his face, Jack turns toward the fireplace, taking it upon himself to light it.

It’s easy to admire him, not only for his incredibly handsome features, but for his wonderfully doting personality. He takes care of you, in every sense of the word. You’ve never felt safe before, like you do with him.

Although the walk up to the cabin was laborious, he’s still glad he chose it. Perfectly secluded and quiet, up in the Kentucky mountains. The entire estate is surrounded by woodland brush and gentle creatures, deers and rabbits and birds. The surrounding peace is everything the two of you have been craving, a place to relax and reconnect. Your travels happened later in the evening, though, the night sky already beginning to grow. And with the stars peeking out from behind the clouds, and Jack lighting the fireplace, the entire situation seemed all too familiar.

“You know…” Looking over at Jack, he stands, briefly clapping the dust from his hands. “This kind of reminds me of our honeymoon.”

“Yeah?” He asks, flashing you that dazzling grin. And then he shrugs, walking over to you. “That was kinda the point.”

Romantic, warm, and beautiful, qualities that mirror both your relationship and post-wedding vacation. It still makes you grin, still makes butterflies erupt inside your belly that Jack is willing to do all of this for you.

“Wanna spoil you, angel.” Jack then hums, brushing aside some hair so he can get to your neck. And then he’s placing a single, sweet kiss, smiling. “How’re you feelin’, hm? Sore? Anything I can do?”

The mention of your honeymoon has his insides stirring, his mischievous nature growing. Alongside these playful emotions comes the presence of Jack’s hand on your thigh, warm even through the material of your pants. He rubs you firmly, giving the plush fat of your legs a slow squeeze.

Spoiling you is genuinely Jack’s pleasure, and he does it because he loves you; and this trait grew tenfold when you decided to carry his baby. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t use these situations for his own satisfaction, too. Watching your body grow makes his entire body run hot, your soft and squishy thighs, your round belly and perfectly plump backside. And Jesus Christ, your tits, he never thought they could get any more enticing before you got pregnant. But now? So swollen with your nipples all sensitive and red… he can’t keep himself away. He just can’t, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to on your private getaway.

The slightest, most timid smirk forms on your face, eyes choosing to look away. “Well… you already took care of my feet.” Something in you says that Jack is looking for an excuse, for any simple reason to touch your body, massage it and just feel every inch of it that he can.

“Yeah?” He responds, chestnut orbs traveling down your figure. “What about your legs?”

“They’re fine, not too sore.” Shrugging, you do your best to suppress your laugh. Sometimes, teasing Jack was fun.

Raising a brow, he then asks, “Your hips? Stomach?” Now, he’s running his palm over your swollen belly, chest inhaling a deep breath. Nothing about pregnancy turned him on before, not until he saw you carrying his child. Who knew Jack Daniels had a breeding kink?

“Nope.” Finally turning to face him, you smile innocently. “I’m okay, baby.”

The look on your face is kind and calm, but the twinkle in your eye tells him you’re only playing. And his own expression is growing stern, contemplating his next move.

“You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

And in one quick motion, Jack’s hand rises to grab harshly at your chest, squeezing one breast in hand. It makes you gasp, makes your body jump with surprise.

“Daddy wants to touch you, sugar.” In an instant, he’s closer, breathing heavier against you. “Daddy wants to touch your sweet body and watch you fall apart in his arms.”

With an exasperated sigh, he’s then falling to your neck, sucking on it with wet lips. His sudden advance has your jaw dropping, lips curling up at the ends. Keeping his hand on your chest, his fingers press into your skin, massaging your tit before collecting his fingers so he can toy with your nipple.

“Jack,” Comes your simple sigh, head falling back.

“I know,” He says, mouthing at your neck. “It feels so good for you, honey.”

His mouth moves to your jawline, licking it, nipping at it, while brushing his thumb across the point of your breast. Even the slightest bit of friction made them hard, whether it be a small breeze or the soft fabric of your shirt. They’d never been more sensitive, and Jack had never been more interested.

“You know I wanna touch you,” Jack mumbles over your skin, hand dropping to your legs. “Fuckin’ tease.”

Cupping you between your thighs pulls a full moan from your throat, head lifting just in time to see him lean into your chest. Jack buries his face into you, right between your smooth mounds while his tongue dips into your cleavage.

“Oh, god, I want this, sugar.” Though, you can barely hear him with his face stuffed between your tits. Lifting both hands, you encourage him, holding him there by the back of his head.

“Daddy,” Two fingers rub firm circles over your covered center, your husband groaning quietly when you grab onto his hair.

“Let me do this, baby doll.”

Nodding rapidly, you gulp. “Okay, daddy. Okay…”

Moving away from you with a swift inhale, Jack lifts himself from your body. Already, his pupils are blown, his pants tented firmly against your thigh. And for a brief second, you laugh. The two of you haven’t even been here for more than thirty minutes and he’s already trying to get into your pants.

“Gorgeous fuckin’ thing.” The praise makes you flush and he knows it, making his way down so he can kneel between your legs. “Get these off, sugar.” And even though he says it like a command, he does it for you, undoing your jeans and yanking them down your legs. The help you offer is brief, a simple lift of your hips. But then you’re falling back down and watching him spread your legs.

“Yeah… this is what I wanna see.” With his gaze focused on your center, Jack groans, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip. “Already leakin’ through your panties…”

In an experimental act, he reaches out, finger swiping over the very center of the delicate cloth. It’s damp, the middle darkened from your wetness. And that makes him grin, makes him fucking throb in his pants.

“You know it, don’t you?” He asks before leaning forward and stuffing his face between your thighs. Again, it takes you by surprise, forcing your legs wider while that curved nose of his nuzzles its way into your crotch. And then, he’s inhaling, hot mouth opening to taste you through your panties.

“D-Daddy,” This time, it comes out as a whine, one hand fisting his hair while the other grabs hold of the couch.

“Ugh,” Lifting himself just enough for you to hear, he says, “Know just how fuckin’ good you taste.” Reaching forward, Jack hooks two fingers around your panties before pulling them aside. And then his tongue is laying out, flattening it to give your cunt one firm, wet swipe.

“Fuck,” Puffing out a harsh breath, your eyes are fluttering shut, feeling the firm shove of his tongue.

“Get so goddamn wet like this, babycakes.” He notes, mouthing at your clit. Lifting a hand, he grabs onto your hip, urging you to sit back and lift your pelvis up a bit. It gives him better access, after all. “Been a goddamn fountain since I got you pregnant.”

And that makes you laugh, hands lowering to brush kindly through his hair. Both of those broad palms then move beneath your thighs, holding them with a secure grip while sucking on your core. It’s already on his face, on his lips and chin and cheeks. And lord, does he love that. He’d willingly drown in this if he could. Getting his face wet with your slick made him the happiest man on earth, made him harder than he ever thought he could be.

“Pretty little whore, aren’t you?” Jack chuckles, leaning back to spit on your folds. “Sittin’ here with my baby inside you, and your body’s still beggin’ for more.” The devil truly came out when he was like this, nothing but offensive praise and aggressive passion.

Running his tongue up and down through your lips, he groans, wrapping his mouth around your sensitive bud. And when he gives the tiniest succession of sucks, pulsing his lips around that tiny pearl, you feel like you’re going to come undone. Every part of you feels light and airy, like you could float away at any second. It’s like you’re buzzing with it, with euphoria and happiness. And he just keeps going, just keeps his head between your legs and his mouth on your throbbing cunt.

Jack knows when to hold you down, he’s done this too many times to not be aware. The grip he gives your hips is bruising, digging in with ferocity while shoving you onto his mouth. Your hips grind against him, head forcing itself back while you cry out for him. It’s a sweet whine, a gasping moan, fingers tightening on those dark brown strands while he fucks his tongue into you over and over again. He did that every time he ate you out, sucked on your clit until he made you unravel and then dove down to collect what he’d worked so hard for.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” He’s out of breath, reaching for your jaw before smashing his mouth to your own. Instantly, the combination of his spit and your slick is running down your chin, legs shaking gently while Jack consumes you from above.

“I’m, I - baby.”

“Get up,” Jack grunts, hauling you up by your arms. “Gonna get you in bed so I can see the mess you made for me.”

Keeping his grip on your bicep, he pulls you alongside him, hurrying down the hall. The master bedroom isn’t far, which your shaky legs are thankful for. His demanding words and actions make everything seem so quick, like you don’t have a choice in anything that’s going on. And truthfully, you want it that way. You want Jack to make the decisions, you want to lie down and do whatever he wants you to.

Shoving you forward, he watches you stumble onto the bed, a bright grin on your beautiful face. Taking a beat, he pauses, standing above you before beginning to remove his shirt. And while keeping that deadly gaze, you move backward on the covers, shimmying out of your panties.

Eyes dipping down, he nods toward your chest. “Take off your bra.”

While unbuttoning his shirt, he watches you complete his task, tossing the last bit of your clothing onto the floor beside your bed. And just in time for him to shove his pants down, too.

“Mine,” He suddenly says, crawling over you on the bed. “Mine - all mine.”

Again, he’s obsessing over your breasts, shoving his face between them while his hands work the rest. His body rubs against you, cock wet and leaking on your thigh. It makes your insides burn bright, seeing his overt attraction for you. He gets so passionate when he’s like this, so vulnerable yet assertive, confident.

“Let me get my fingers inside you.” That breathy voice says, licking two of them before dragging them down your chest.

While his tongue lays out, toying with your nipples, Jack’s fingers dip inside your entrance, already loose from your orgasm. So sweet and welcoming, velvety and warm. And all you can do is writhe beneath the weight of his body, turning your head to kiss his cheek and neck. The curl of his fingers practically makes you shriek, feeling your body react on its own accord.

“So sensitive like this, baby.” It’s lazy, the way he licks your nipples, teeth dragging over the red and puffy peaks. And then he’s sucking on them, sucking on the swollen swell of your tits and groaning like he’d just cum in his goddamn pants.

“Tell me you want more.”

“I want it,” Nodding, you gasp, swallowing dryly. “I want more.”

Your hips cant upwards in time with his fingers’ movement, hands grasping for his bicep and back. But it’s not enough, not for him.

“Tell daddy you need him, c’mon.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Nuh-uh,” Breathily, he chuckles. “Use your big girl words, sweet pea.”

“I need you, I need you, daddy. Please, please.” In an attempt to convince him, you lower your hand, finding him laying heavy over your thigh. The firm grip you give his cock makes everything slow down for him, his eyes shutting alongside a small hiss. Even his fingers fall slack, chest dropping against your own.

“Touch me, baby.” It’s a quiet command, one said while he nods. “Touch daddy.”

Knowing that he’s happy with this, you grin, running your fist up and down his length. Glancing down between your bodies, Jack watches, eyeing the way your thumb swipes over his tip.

“Oh, fuck.” Shaking his head, Jack sighs, hips rocking into your grip. “Always need you like this, sugar, always…”

You can’t deny that it’s been hard these past few weeks, hell, these past few months. Being intimate hasn’t been a priority for the two of you, unfortunately; stress just took control of your lives. Jack’s career was becoming incredibly demanding, leaving you to care for the house and your unborn baby all on your own. Setting up the nursery, going to doctor’s appointments by yourself, feeling the baby kick without your husband there to experience it, somedays, it was just heartbreaking for you. But you’re here now, you’re together, without a single distraction in sight. You’re his, and he’s mine. That fact is always in your mind.

Taking himself from your hand, he settles between your legs with a relieved breath. Jack’s love for you consumes him, his entire body and mind. He just wants to wrap himself around you, looping his arms around your back while burying his face in your hair.

“Jack,” It’s said quietly while you hold him, stroking his hair.

Lifting one hand, it rests on your left breast, Jack’s hips moving to push into you slowly. The way you open up for him is an absolute dream, a breathless laugh spilling from his mouth as it happens. And when he pinches your nipple, you whine, forcing a jump from his cock as it rests inside.

“You just need a lil’ extra somethin’, don’t you, sweetheart?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, but you’re not sure what he means.

Pressing his face into the curve of your neck, Jack smiles brightly, lips dragging over the skin as he begins to move. So he doesn’t hurt you, the hand on your chest moves to the bed, placing all of his weight onto it.

“Puttin’ my dick inside you just ain’t enough anymore. Was it ever?”

“Daddy, what…” The steady pump of his cock between your legs is making you feel delirious, flooding your body with a sense of euphoria you’ve never felt before your pregnancy. “What do you mean?”

“Remember what we used to do, sugar? You remember?” Heat creeps onto your cheeks as he says it, legs lifting to his waist as the arousal in your body heightens. “You remember what you did in my office?”

“B-Baby,” He knows this gets to you, knows it hits right to your core.

“I remember,” Jack continues, licking at your neck. “Bendin’ you over my desk, fuckin’ you dumb over my paperwork. Or how ‘bout the times you sucked me off while I talked to Champ, huh? What about that?”

Every firm shove forces the tip of his cock against your most sensitive spot, the thin tissue that just begs for his presence. And that, alongside those devilish words, is making you drip around him.

“Crawling on your knees for me in my jet,” He’s throbbing inside you, words becoming airy as he reconnects with your body. “Shit,” Hissing harshly, his eyes pinch shut. “Fuck me, honey. You remember rubbing yourself over me? Over my new goddamn boots because you were so horny?”

“Fuck, yes.” Exposing your neck even more, you toss your head back, feeling Jack’s teeth make their own special imprint.

The memory is all too erotic, something you honestly can’t believe you did. Jack made you stupid; he was so goddamn attractive, so goddamn charming, that you’d do anything just to please him. Even if it meant humiliating yourself, you’d do it just to get off.

“Hm…” You sigh out, placing your chin on his knee and closing your eyes in contentment.

“How’s that feel, honey?” He asks, reaching down to tilt your chin up to him.

Your eyes open, lids already heavy with adoration and lust. Jack’s smiling down at you, his expression soft and caring.

“So good,” Comes your contented hum, more than happy to finally have contact with your lover.

“Yeah?” He whispers, “Then keep goin’. Make ‘em all wet and shiny for me, honey.”

You whimper quietly at his words, moaning lightly as you lean forward to begin moving your hips. The movement of your soft skin, your folds brushing over the smoothness of the material, only furthers the waves of heat that begin flowing through your core.

“Go on,” He urges, “entertain me, sweet pea.”

“God, do I miss that. Havin’ my own little slut on tap.”

“Daddy, I’m, I’m still here.” It sounds pathetic, like you’re begging, trying your damnedest to prove to him that that part of you hasn’t left.

“Oh, I know you are.” Lifting himself from your body, Jack glares down at you, one hand lifting to grab your jaw. “I know you’re there, babycakes. Comes out every time I’m inside you, every time I give you a demand. Why don’t you show me?”

At this, your brows raise innocently, unable to speak from the grip he has on your jaw and chin. And amidst your silence, he says, “Show me how well you still listen to me… and open that mouth.”

As soon as his grip allows you to, your lips are parting. That strong hand drops to your throat then, Jack’s face coming down to drip a cool trail of spit onto your tongue. But he’s not done then, not until spitting forcefully onto your mouth. And the moan you exude is nothing short of whorish and erotic, the liquid sliding over your tongue.

“Yeah…” The word is said with a cocky sense of power, that gorgeous half-smirk crawling onto his face. “You just can’t get off to that vanilla shit anymore, can you, babycakes? You need it rough, don’t you?”

That hand is still on your throat, and only tightens as he speaks. With every thrust, his pelvis slaps against you, forcing your legs wider, and forcing himself deeper.

“Need daddy to manhandle you? Choke you? Hold you down and bruise you?”

Burying himself inside your cunt, you can’t help but feel so perfectly full, the veins along his shaft rubbing delightfully against your inner skin. It feels so natural, this connection, so natural and sensual. But nothing about it is sweet; everything about this encounter screams salacious and indecent.

“Yes,” Comes your little plea, nodding. “Yes.”

Each shove rocks your body against the mattress, the strength of Jack’s body surrounding your entire presence. He feels so warm and strong, soft when he needs to be and mean when he wants to be.

“I love this,” Jack admits, “Love nothing more than this; connecting with you. Look at you, just look at you.”

Lowering himself with a flurry of rapid breaths, he presses his mouth to your cheek, expressing his adoration for you. “You’re so good for me, my pretty baby. So pretty like this, sugar. Fuckin’ gorgeous when you take me.”

“I need you, can’t, can’t live without you.”

“Never, sugar.” Gasping against the side of your head, Jack’s chest stutters, a deep groan slipping from his lips. “Always here for you, with you.”

When he gets like this, you can’t help but wrap your legs around him, tightening every muscle and pulling him in. And he lets you, falling into your embrace with a deep moan of gratification. It consumes him, the pleasure of it all, of releasing inside your wonderfully welcoming body. Jolting slightly above your beautiful and giving form, Jack moans helplessly, feeling his release wash over your walls. Every spurt is accompanied with a sharp shudder, arms moving to encircle you fully. Humid grunts pass over your ear, his mouth hanging open as he experiences the sensation of it.

“My sweet girl.” Your husband finally says, his body tingling with every ounce of happiness that he has. His hold is full of pure, unwavering love, full of absolute worship and adoration. And beneath him, you relax, wanting nothing more than to rest with him in this peace.

Kissing your head, Jack whispers sweetly, “Perfect little thing.”

It’s in this moment that you feel every single worry melt away, every anxious thought about Statesman and the baby. Those negative notions serve absolutely no purpose to you, not when Jack is here, not when he cares for you so consistently and so openly. With Jack, you’re safe, you’ve never known otherwise. And nothing could ever take him away from you.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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idk if you’re still doing fairy!reader stuff but if you are: fairy!reader bringing a raccoon into the trailer (a la Linda Belcher) and Eddie’s just like “ok I love you and he’s adorable but prince jeremy marshmallows should probably go back outside”

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

Eddie's not often speechless when he walks through the door of his trailer, he's usually the one inducing the shock in others. But today it's you that's disrupted the balance of the Munson household, by introducing its newest, furriest member.

He wishes you're sitting on his couch with a dog. He wishes you'd led a stray cat in from the rain. But the animal you're sitting with is grey and black, with stripes of white here and there along its dirty fur. It's chubby, it's tail is draped over the edge of the couch, and it's a fucking raccoon.

You grin up at Eddie, because of course you don't see anything wrong with it. Before he'd swooped you up and made you a bed out of his underwear drawer you'd probably ridden a nearby deer to some sort of fairy farmer's market to stock up on glitter for the week. There's no reason for you to think of raccoons as humans do, so you're a little but confused by Eddie's full stop in the doorway.

"Hi, Eddie," You gush, "This is Jeremy!"

"Jeremy," He muses, watching the raccoon chitter and crawl towards your lap to reach the bag of marshmallows you've raided from the pantry, "You- uh, he likes marshmallows?"

"That's his last name," You hand the raccoon his treat, looking up at Eddie like you're viewing him matter-of-factly over the thick lenses of glasses, "Jeremy Marshmallows."

"Jeremy Marshmallows," He repeats, a little more relaxed as he leans into the doorframe. The animal doesn't seem rabid, just hungry, and he's more interested in munching on the treat between his paws than lunging for Eddie's ankles.

"Well, Mr. Marshmallows," Eddie clears his throat after the racoon's finished his treat, "Uh, hate to be a bad host, but you've gotta head out."

"But he's my friend," You frown, your brows scrunched, "I thought he could live here with us."

"No honey," He tries not to sound patronizing, but it really is a basic concept you need to learn, "You can live here because you don't have fleas. And I can leave you alone without worrying you'll chew through the wall. Raccoons aren't the same."

"But he's my friend," You reiterate, like maybe Eddie just didn't hear you the first time, "And I want him to stay."

"He can stay in the neighborhood," He compromises, watching Jeremy pick another marshmallow from the bag, "But he can't come into the trailer anymore. We'll make him a home, 'kay? Wayne can bring home some scrap wood from work, and I'll make him a real nice little bed. But he has to stay outside."

"He might get cold," You worry, and Eddie holds out a hand, asking for one of the marshmallows. You hand it to him, but he doesn't eat it, as you expect, he holds it up for Jeremy to see.

"He won't get cold, we'll give him a blanket," Eddie promises, "Here, dude. Come on, I know you want this, I'm gonna toss it outside for you. Okay?"

As soon as the animal locks its eyes onto the treat, Eddie chucks it out the door. He hasn't calculated that Jeremy will have to scramble over his feet to exit the trailer, so he does a little jump-and-squeal combo that he's not exactly proud of, but when the raccoon is safely outside, he shuts the door.

"Okay," He huffs, heart rate safely lowered now, "Uh- he didn't shit in here, did he?"

"No," You scowl, "He's not a pig. I hope he's okay."

You flutter beside Eddie's head to peer out the door, and Jeremy has planted himself in the grass just outside the trailer door. He's nibbling on the marshmallow Eddie had thrown, but the man suspects he'll be bored of waiting for more within the hour. That or he'll gnaw through the floor and Wayne will get a surprise in the shower tomorrow.

"He'll be alright, sweetheart," Eddie angles his shoulder towards you, happy when you take the invitation to flutter onto it and sit against his neck, "He's lived out there his whole life; he'll survive. And when we make him his bed, we'll put lots of marshmallows in there for him, okay?"

"Okay," You sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. He nestles into you the best he can without toppling you over, and turns to look over the half-empty bag of marshmallows you'd been feasting on.

"Well, I think we're doing pizza tonight," Eddie muses, "Wayne took the last of the lasagna to work, and those were gonna be dinner."

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thedelicatearcher · 5 days

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Could you do a katniss x hyper fem!reader where both katniss and reader are kids and katniss is trying impressive the reader by climbing a tree or something?

Take your time ^^

thank you for the request!! this is soooo sweet. i really loved writing this, i love katniss so much

young!katniss everdeen x hyper fem!reader

katniss everdeen spends most of her time with her dad in the woods, learning to hunt, climbing some trees, and setting some traps here and there. from little birds and squirrels to the extremely rare deer, the father and daughter duo pride themselves on never returning home empty-handed.

you could say the woods are little katniss' happy place, a spot where she feels she isn't being observed, free from judgment, able to unashamedly be herself alongside someone she really loves. she doesn't mind that they have to be really quiet and sneaky to go down the unelectrified fence, being alert and walking many miles. these small sacrifices are worth it for the chance to swim her worries away in the hidden lake, savoring the cool embrace of water on her skin

but when she's not there, you can find her daydreaming about her beautiful best friend. the way you look at katniss, as if there's no one else in the world when she's recounting yesterday's adventure. the way your pink dresses make your lips stand out even more, leaving poor katniss speechless and unable to form a thought. the way you cherish your bows, yet don't hesitate to adorn katniss’ braid with your favorite one, because it makes her look “more beautiful than a garden full of roses,'' - your words, not hers.

katniss would love to take you to the woods with her and her dad, but she is afraid you're going to say no. “she's too pretty and i can't have her getting her little bows and dresses dirty like my clothes,” was the excuse katniss gave herself when deep down she knew the real reason was that she's afraid of your rejection. with an angst-clouded mind, she told herself she couldn't bear it if you ever got a hold of her feelings and decided you wouldn't want anything to do with her anymore.

“i'm not in love with her, i just really love spending time with her but that's what friends do,” katniss would say to madge, one of her only friends, denying her feelings as she felt herself getting shy and flustered, hoping her close friend wouldn't notice the enormous crush she had been harboring on you. “do you like spending as much time with me as with her?” madge would tease her playfully as katniss felt her whole face burn in embarrassment.

every morning after waking up, as she is eating breakfast, nonstop thoughts about you would fill her mind. “will she smile at me today? will she grab my hand? is there something i can do to impress her?” were questions katniss hoped her tiny piece of bread could answer, saving her roasted squirrel to eat in school later and share it with you.

katniss got very giddy and excited as her mom put her hair in her signature braid, praying to the gods that maybe today will be the day where you see her in another light. and maybe they finally listened to her.

as soon as you saw her in school, you ran to her excitedly, leaving your backpack behind and grinning like a mad man. you hugged her like a koala bear, letting katniss spin you around for a few seconds and holding you tighter as this was the first time you saw each other in years. this was your daily ritual: hugging like a married couple when katniss arrived at school, sitting together in every class possible, talking in hushes as your teacher explained another chemistry topic that you won't apply anywhere if you don’t go on and work in the mine, sharing food at lunchtime, hanging out during recess usually sitting closely together on a free bench or having katniss running around and tiring her little full-of-energy self as you watched her attentively, and finally walking home together to your respective houses. you were inseparable.

but today was different, you were holding eye contact longer, occasionally batting your eyelashes at her and twirling a strand of your hair with a finger. and of course, katniss noticed this, clouding her mind with the thought of you reciprocating her feelings, feeling excited and anxious at the same time. she has always considered herself bad with words, unable to express her feelings, so how can she tell you that she likes you?

and that's how katniss ended up climbing a random tree in the school’s backyard trying to impress you. it happened all of a sudden; her mind didn't even take a second to ask herself if it was a good idea. as you were touching her arm for the fifth time in three minutes, katniss simply said “look at this,” ran to the closest tree and started climbing it. pressured by the expectations of impressing you, she climbed unfocused, looking at you every few seconds, not placing her feet firmly on the branches as her dad had taught her. “what do you think?, “ was the last thing katniss asked her best friend before falling from the tree and losing consciousness.

as soon as her eyes opened, she was met with familiar surroundings; she wasn't at school anymore, she was in her house, more specifically on the kitchen table where her mom took care of patients. before she could start to ask herself any more questions, she was met with a pair of worried eyes and a tight hug. “you scared me to death, i thought you had died,” her best friend cried in her arms-well her arm, considering she broke one in the fall and now it was held by an arm cast. “i’m sorry, i was just trying to impress you but i failed,” little katniss confessed, embarrassed, as her eyes filled with tears.

“why? i'm amazed by you every second we spend together, katniss.” shock came to her and she started to become flustered. “what do you mean?” she asked shyly. “i mean that i like you. i really, really like you, katniss. i was just waiting for the right moment to tell you,” you confessed as your face felt as if it was burning and your heart felt like bursting at any time soon. katniss was left dumbfounded, no words left her mouth even after she had spent many days practicing how she would confess her feelings to you.

“let me show you,” was the last thing you said before inexpertly pressing your lips softly to hers, one hand caressing her cheek and the other one playing with her hair. katniss felt as if she was in heaven, your soft and gentle lips made her feel as if electricity ran through her veins, becoming addicted to the slight strawberry flavor of them. a sigh escaped her lips when you finally separated, leaving her pleased but still wanting you in her embrace. not a word was said for what felt like an eternity, the room filled with a comfortable silence where your stares communicated everything you wanted to say,

“can i sign your cast?,” you asked giggling, finally breaking the silence. maybe now katniss had a new happy place, a safe place found in her best friend’s embrace.

#little katniss for sure got a concussion #i really hope i did a good job in expressing their innocence and youth #katniss is my favorite thg character and i loved putting her obliviousness and stubbornness in this #hope you like it!!#katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #thg #the hunger games #jennifer lawrence

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blot-squisher · 8 months

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It's nice to see Evan getting some love ❤️ Thank you @ninthsheep and @theamazingfire1 ❤️

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game the Trapper

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) It's very hard for Evan to show affection in a non-aggressive way. Generally any kind of soft displays are kept private or are quickly followed by more of the same gruff attitude. Generally, he'll give the person he cares about a nickname that only he's allowed to use. Anyone else tries that and something's getting broken.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Evan is an... interesting person to be friends with. There's only one person in the Realm he really considers a friend, and it's not Danny. He'll still snap and snarl, but he's usually not as harsh as he is towards people he doesn't like. Which is generally everyone...

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) In constant pain from the shrapnel embedded in his bones, it makes cuddling difficult. Not to mention he was raised to believe such displays were a sign of weakness... That being said, if he can find a way to cuddle his partner comfortably, he will. But only in private.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Evan has never been the settling down type. He was raised to run a business with an iron hand. That took up all his time, and finding a wife was... out of the question. He can cook pretty well but usually doesn't. He tends to eat on the go and if that means gnawing on a raw deer leg, so be it. Despite his outer appearance, Evan is a clean freak. Obviously mining and hunting is dirty work, but that shit stays outside.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Bluntly. The man is not subtle at all.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Evan has avoided marriage like the plague. A wife was a burden he knew would out him, and a husband was something he knew he couldn't have (at the time). Now days, he's content to know he does have someone he loves, that loves him back. That's good enough.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Gentle was beaten out of him before he could walk. Learning how to be gentle now is a long and oftentimes difficult thing, but he's trying. He's not always good at it, especially with words, but he's doing his best.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Evan is not a hugger. Much like cuddling, it's hard for him to touch people due to the constant pain in his body. It doesn't help that physical affection was simply not allowed growing up. On the rare occasions he does hug someone, it's like being grabbed by a grizzly bear. Is he going to rip your head off, or just hold you? Guess you'll find out!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) It'll take a while. Affection, physically or verbally, wasn't something he was used to giving or receiving for most of his life. Once he's sure you have is genuine, he'll say it. He won't say it often, but when he does you'll know he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Evan isn't generally a jealous person. It's a weak man's emotion, and he was taught to be better than that. If he wants something, he works hard for it. Better to earn what he has then envy another.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) He prefers to bite. Hard. If he can draw blood, he will. When he does kiss, it's aggressive and demanding. Now that he has you, he plans to keep you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) If they're old enough to walk, they're old enough to work. Children are good for getting into small spaces, but that's about it. He's not fond of them, really.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Up early. There's work to be done and if you aren't up before the sun, you're a lazy bastard and a boot in the ass is going to be your wake up call.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Once the work is done, it's time to get cleaned up and get dinner. Lately things have been a bit more lax, with no mine to run or Trials to keep up with and he's started allowing himself to take some time to unwind and relax.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) If it becomes relevant, he'll talk about it. Otherwise, he's not one to share about himself. He values his privacy, but he'll still talk about things if you're respectful and don't pester him about it. (looking at you, Danny...)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) The man has a hair trigger. You breathe wrong and he's going to snap.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) If he finds something interesting, he'll remember it. If he likes you enough to so much as consider you a friend, he'll remember.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) Realizing there was someone who could actually love him. Who could see past the person he was and help him become a better person.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) Like many Slashers, he'd fight god for his partner. He knows he's capable of great violence and acts of brutality have never bothered him, rather, he enjoys it in most cases. Evan doesn't feel the need to be protected, and would probably find it rather amusing if you tried. As long as you didn't get hurt, he'd probably be kind of proud of you for trying in the end.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) It would take him a while to realize those dates are actually important. He never actually celebrated his birthday and almost forgot when it was... For his partner, he'd probably ask them point blank what they'd like or if they wanted him to do anything, because he genuinely has no idea how to go about that kind of thing.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He can be very demanding, expecting people to do as they're told without really considering how his tone or wording comes across.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Although he often quietly laments the loss of his hair, he's accepted himself and his looks for what they are. He worked in a mine. Vanity had no place there.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Although he never thought the answer would be yes and it would be incredibly difficult to get him to admit it... Yes. Yes he would.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Evan actually has terrible eyesight, which is part of why the Entity heightened his senses of smell and hearing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Disobedience, laziness, uncleanliness, and disrespecting someone in their home/being disrespected in his own home.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Evan barely sleeps, especially when he's alone. It's hard to do when he's constantly in pain and can only sleep on his back or one side. He's destroyed too many mattresses to count by sleeping on the wrong side...

#sfw alphabet #surviving the game fic #evan macmillan #dbd the trapper #writing thoughts #ask meme

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ariel-seagull-wings · 8 months

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THE ELDER SISTER AND THE YOUNGER BROTHER

@professorlehnsherr-almashy @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @princesssarisa @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @tamisdava2 @the-gentile-folklorist

(Russian Folktale)

Once upon a time there was a girl named Sveta who had a younger brother named Yvan. Their mother had died and their father had remarried a beautiful but very evil woman. She didn't like the children and forced them to work all day, in addition to beating them and hardly feeding them.

In the evening, when her father returned home, she would put on her beautiful dresses, smile, speak in a sweet voice, and shake her long hair that reached down to her waist.

The father thought she was wonderful and couldn't believe it when the children said how cruel she was.

Then, one day, Sveta and Yvan decided to escape into the forest. They walked and walked, and when they reached the forest, they sat down under a tree. At that moment, a strange little man came out of the earth: he wore a red hat, a red shirt, red pants, red boots, and he had a dirty beard on a funny face. He was a forest dwarf.

He laughed with his eyes and said to the two:

“If you walk for a long, long time, you will reach the land of happiness. But be careful! On this path, you will find four streams. If they drink water from the first, they will be transformed into a wolf; the water of the second will turn them into a bear; that of the third, on a deer or a doe; but you will be able to quench your thirst in the fourth brook, which has clear and fresh water! Good luck kids!

And whoa! The dwarf dove into the earth.

“Did you hear, Sveta?”

Yvan asked.

“The land of happiness! Let's go?"

"Let 's go!"

They walked until Yvan saw the first stream. He ran towards her, singing:

“I'm thirsty, little sister!

My mouth is dry, my throat burns.

Are you afraid of this cool water?

She's so clear, she's not poisoned.

I'm thirsty, little sister!"

“No, Ivan! You'll turn into a wolf if you drink.

Do not drink, so as not to regret it!

My tears won't save you!

Believe me, you need to believe!”

Sveta took Yvan by the hand, and they continued walking until the boy found the second stream. He let go of his sister's hand, ran and sang:

“I'm thirsty, little sister!

My mouth is dry, my throat burns.

Are you afraid of this cool water?

She's so clear, she's not poisoned.

I'm thirsty, little sister!"

“No, Ivan! You'll turn into a bear if you drink.

Do not drink, so as not to regret it!

My tears won't save you!

Believe me, you need to believe!”

Sveta picked up her brother again, took him firmly by the arm and carried him away. They walked on until Yvan saw the third stream. He broke free and sang:

“I'm thirsty, little sister!

My mouth is dry, my throat burns.

Are you afraid of this cool water?

She's so clear, she's not poisoned.

I'm thirsty, little sister!"

“No, Ivan!

You'll turn into a deer if you drink.

Do not drink…"

But Yvan didn't listen and drank and… Tchchchchchch!

He turned into a deer!

A beautiful deer that hopped around her sister. Sveta was crying, but the deer leaned against her and licked away her tears.

Then she started walking again:

“When we get to the land of happiness, will you be a boy again?”

They lived in the forest for a long time, trying to find their way. One morning, Sveta heard screams, barking, galloping horses and saw hunters chasing the small deer.

“Stop! Stop!”

She screamed.

But nobody listened...

Sveta stood in the middle of the path and said:

“Don't pass by here!”

“Get out of the way, silly girl! You will miss our prey!”

"No! Don't pass by here!”

Another hunter came from deep within the forest and Sveta understood that he was a prince.

"He's the one I want to talk to, but alone!"

She said.

The Prince looked at the savage woman who had come out of nowhere and barred the way. Curious, he dismounted from his horse, and Sveta told, in the Prince's ear, the whole story of her brother being turned into a stag.

"It's a secret."

She finished.

“If you tell anyone, my brother will never be a boy again.”

The Prince, moved, decided to take them to the castle of his father, the King...

For two years Sveta lived in that wonderful castle.

The deer pranced in the park, and Sveta and the Prince fell in love and got married.

The Prime Minister's daughter, Madalena, who had always thought of marrying the Prince and becoming a princess, almost suffocated to death with jealousy on their wedding day.

Once, the Prince left to travel. Madalena, the jealous one, suggested to Sveta:

“Princess, come for a walk in the park!”

Sveta accepted… And Madalena took her to the end of the park, where there was an abandoned well that no one else remembered.

“See, princess! At the bottom of the well, there are diamonds shining!”

"There is not! It's just the reflections of the sun on the dancing water!"

"No! Come see! They really are diamonds!”

So that the girl would not be contradicted, Sveta bent over. And the jealous one pushed her into the well. At night, the palace people started looking for her in the forest park, but Sveta really disappeared…

When the Prince returned from his trip, Madalena, the jealous one, was waiting for him at the castle gate:

“Your wife left! She left! She went this way or that way! She didn't love you! She left! She left! "

The Prince was sad for a long time... He tried to forget Sveta, but when he threatened to succeed, the stag would appear and look at him with its big sad eyes, as if it wanted to say something that the Prince did not understand...

The deer irritated Madalena, the jealous one, who did everything to marry the Prince! Even the King's ministers said that he could not be alone, that he should marry again... and why not with the Prime Minister's daughter, Madalena, who loved him so much?

The Prince didn't want to. He didn't want anyone, especially that jealous woman he didn't trust.

“As long as he sees that damned deer, he will keep remembering Sveta!”

Madalena thought.

“I must kill this animal!”

One day, she went to the King and said:

“Your son will no longer be sad if he eats the heart of a deer that is prancing uselessly in the park.”

The King ordered the hunters to prepare to kill the deer the next day.

When the Prince heard the news, he begged his father not to kill the animal. But he could not reveal the secret of Sveta's little brother. Who would believe him?

The King, weary of all these tales, solemnly decreed:

“You will eat the deer's heart and wed Madalena. I speak and you obey.

The Prince tried to get the deer to escape, but the animal always returned to the park...

"Why?"

he asked

“Your sister has already left…”

The deer looked at him with its sad eyes, as if it wanted to say something the Prince did not understand.

That same night, the Prince could not sleep; he left the castle, walked through the park and there, in the reflection of the moon, he noticed that the deer was going to the abandoned well, which no one else remembered. When they got there, the deer then started to moan softly…

And, from the bottom of the well, a voice answered him singing:

“Flee, my little brother!

The hunters want to kill you!

Don't be afraid to let me!

Inside this well, I'll stay!

But run away, run away little brother…”

The Prince recognized his wife's voice! He ran to the castle and soon several people were around the well.

They threw a rope, pulled… And it was not Sveta who came out, but a baby! A baby that cried from hunger! The Prince and Sveta's baby!

As soon as the deer saw his sister's son, the spell was broken. He became human again and, as time passed, he turned into a beautiful young man!

People were so amazed that they almost forgot about Sveta!

“Come on, throw the rope again!”

Ordered the Prince.

They threw, pulled, and Sveta appeared, all dirty and wet.

Tired, she smiled in spite of herself. She saw her brother and smiled even bigger. When her gaze met her husband's, she wept.

People were silent in the face of such a miracle...

But the King shouted:

“We must find the jealous woman who caused all this!”

The jealous woman fled and was never seen again. Lucky for her, otherwise she would have been forced to carry out various punishments: being tied by the hair to a galloping horse, walking barefoot over nettles with a live spider in each hand, eating raw snails with slime and bark, drinking fly juice with chicory, sweeping the entire castle in the morning with a toothbrush, being trapped in the basement, with no light, next to sticky rats… or something else really disgusting!

But the jealous one ran away and maybe some wolf ate her...

The Prince, Sveta, their baby and Yvan lived very happily, and this story ends here, because the land of happiness, well, that was never spoken of again.

#fairy tales #folk tales #folklore #fantasy #literature #inspiration station #russia

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pestis-blight · 2 years

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Jervis Tetch Toxicity HCs

Just a few Head Cannons for my Jervis because I reckon I should probably get them down somewhere until I can be arsed to doodle them out in context

He suffers with face-blindness.

He also struggles with perceiving his own height, the sizes of the rooms around him, and the time.

He has a degree in Neurology though not a doctorate (PhD)

Robotics has always been a pass time for him, programming etc. He has a qualification within it, funded by Wayne Tech.

One of his delusions is related to Mysophobia - Adamant that his crockery and cutlery is tainted and dirty despite the fact it won't actively be. Clean Cups and all that.

He has severe mood swings which effect his perception of others around him. This ranging from actively glorifying Crane and his work with fear and the brain, to having a period of a few months where he actively despises him and how he's treated by the professor.

He's quick to temper though that's not so much a head cannon as it is legitimate cannon

He also struggles with trusting those around him - not in an emotional sense, more so in a sense that he is adamant there are creatures that can pose as those close to him just for the sake of voyeurism or to swap places and trick him.

These creatures, he believes when not taking a human shape, often look shadow like and have a deer-like figure. He swears he's seen them while walking with Jonathan.

Despite all of this, he is fiercely independent. To a fault. Incredibly hard working to stay not only on top of himself but also his work.

And just some Background Head cannons for how he came to be in the whole Toxicity Universe

He's in his late forties, early fifties.

He comes from the Worcestershire parish though moved to Gotham in his mid twenties to pursue employment within Wayne Tech.

His mental health completely tanked from his thirties onward due to stress and isolation.

His mother is still very much alive and very much so doting (in her own way).

His father not so much.

He met Crane while doing a talk at Gotham University long before they were both criminals.

The two kept in contact, Crane finding Jervis more fascinating than anything.

The two fell out of contact once Crane was sent to Gotham.

Jervis became the Hatter as per usual in TAS though he does not identify AS the Hatter initially.

He reconnects with Jonathan within Arkham where the two are seemingly a lot different from their initial meeting. Jonathan notes that they both simply forego their natural masks.

The identity of the Hatter is further backed by Jonathan and it isn't long before Jervis takes on the Hatter role more so as a self fulfilling prophecy.

I'm still figuring out a series of events for the Fic but a lot of it focusses on the two meeting at Gotham University before each downfall and how one man fascinated with fear and terror essentially falls into his own traps and sadistic curiosity all while causing the domino effect for Jervis to become the Hatter.

#Toxicity #Toxicity fic #jervis tetch #btas jervis tetch #btas mad hatter #jonathan crane #btas jonathan crane #btas scarecrow #hattercrow

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lazillie · 9 months

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Chapter 1

Deere fanfic which I will hopefully make a series out of!

TW: zombies, gore, knifes etc just be warned!

"Meeting again"

Jeremy Here had been through quite allot in his life.

His mom left home

His mom left home because of him

Jeremy did not want to be her perfect Abigail

That would have been the worst moment of his life if it were not for the mistake of swallowing the supercomputer that could have destroyed the world but... Turns out it did not because the dead or infected... started walking around and it was terrifying

Jeremy remembers that day very clearly besides the fact he saw his lecturer being ripped apart by a group of students, but it was when it was the also the day, he got broken up with by his ex Boyfriend, Jake fucking Dillingler, Jeremy could say that would have been the worst day of his life, because he thought that Jake would be someone who would always been in his life, maybe he would

As three years later finding him in some massive new world society where there was 20ft walls and a familiar 5'5 dirty blonde pointing a shotgun at him demanding his name as he stumbled there after walking for days but as you can figure Jeremy did not have too when the shorter boy realised who he was "Tall ass??"

That was a reunion he was not ecstatic about, not because of rich but the figure who followed behind him, someone who he thought was dead. Jeremy thought that about allot of people, He had seen it enough in the past three years, His dad, christine and not long-ago Michael...

Jeremy did not want to talk about that not ever, watching your best friend and all the people you love being ripped apart and coming back as those things you eventually get tired of it all

Jeremy was extremely tired of it all...

Back to the figure, Jeremy was in shock for the first moment in a while, Jake fucking Dillinger Jeremy did not know what to make of that moment, Rich still had looked the same, well... mostly besides the washed-out red stripe and his patchy facial hair, But Jake… he looked so different he had gotten taller? How was that possible?? He looked at least 6’5 which was crazy, unlike rich. Jake had grown an actual beard and his hair was more grown at the side obviously you won't be finding a barber around here or maybe you will? It looked like they would have some sort of grooming system around here.

"Jake...”

" Jeremy..." The two stood just staring at each other speechless, besides the fact that it had been three years since they last saw each other it was like the first time they first met not the best example as they were both in kindergarten-but it was like a new beginning. Jake took a step forward towards Jeremy, he could feel jakes warm brown eyes on him looking him un and down analving him like he was a threat until he saw a hand reaching towards him it was jakes, Jeremy panicked flinched and grabbing jakes wrist as he stepped back looking up at the boy well now…Man? Jesus Christ. anyway somebody who he thought he loved but that was not the case anymore, Jeremy refused to feel love for anyone he couldn’t in this word, Jeremys' breath became shaky as he realised his grip on jakes wrist was tighter the more he thought about it, not that he meant to do so, he slowly let his hand go Jake quickly pulling it away learning his lesson quickly . "don't do that" he whispered under his breath. Jake stepped back himself looking almost shocked, like he did not know who this boy was, it was Jeremy, but his hair was grown past his jaw and his eyes were dull, lost, he was skinny... Well, Jeremy had always been but obviously this case was different but one detail that was still there was his gold hoop on his nose, making a smile curl upon Jake's face, He remembered when him and Jeremy went to go get it done, Jeremy had a bucket list of stuff he wanted to do a nose piercing was one of them . "Shit...Jere. Jeremy" he said almost laughing. "You need a haircut" he whispered as he took a step forward, but Jeremy took a step back like a timid animal. "Hey-Hey you’re okay..." he said softly but he finally realised that Jeremy obviously did not like this even from Jake well why would he, Jake left him outside his dorm room in tears after dumping him, Jake regretted that…, Jeremy took a step forward as he sighed looking around, it was like before the apocalypse began with people walking around, kids playing, homes and everyone looked just like before "What is this place...?" he asked almost shocked but somehow Jeremy still, kept his guard up.

"it's a second chance..., well no- it is a new beginning the appropriate name, when all this started, we only had a house but as time grew, we made it work and now all of these houses are now homes." Jake cleared his throat "But we don't just let anyone in, were going to need you to empty your pockets" he said as well nicely as possible he didn't want to treat Jeremy as a threat but even then he had a whole community to care for and he didn't want to think that Jeremy was a threat but he did not want to risk that

Jeremy sighed as he unzipped the hoodie, he had on revealing his blue and purple stripped shirt with his waist belt had a sharp knife, he pulled it off dropping it on the ground, Jake looked over to rich as the shorter male grabbed it nodding. "I'm going to need to pat you down" Jake said as calmly as he could feeling his heartbeat fast just at the thought of touching Jeremy again, not In a sexual way.

(Sure, Jake who are you kidding) Jeremy stood there staring at Jake as he took a deep breath nodding to give Jake the permission to search him,

Jake gulped as Jeremy lifted his arms, Jake lifted his hands slowly and gently placing them on the other as he gently moved them along the shorter boy's arms, not breaking eye-contact with Jeremy and his deepening blue eyes, Jake slowly moved from Jeremys arms to the sides of his torso as Jeremy winced in pain, "shit- I'm sorry, I'm nearly done "he said as Jeremy nodded as jakes careful hands made his way down to Jeremys hips, Jake quickly moved his hands because he did not want to make Jeremy more uncomfortable than he already was but part of Jake missed having his hands on Jeremy. Did that sound creepy? Oh god he really did not want that to sound creepy even in his own mind. Jake quickly got that over with as he leaned down to Jeremy's thighs legs and lifted his cuffed jeans checking incase, the cuffed parts of Jeremys jeans had stars drawn on them making Jake smile again, god he must have been freaking Jeremy out, making it appear like Jake is getting off on this, but he was not he promises.

"Well, that was something" Rich muttered grinning as Jake looked over at the blonde glaring at him

"not the time man, go and watch out for the dead" he said hissing as he looked at Jeremy whose face was like a tomato then looking back at the blonde walking away "so Jeremy... I am assuming your alone?" Jake mumbled as Jeremy looked even more scarred than before as he nodded *I am" he said avoiding any more eye-contact "well... your welcome to stay here as long as you want but you need to do your part, but first we will need to get you into a house system, you can stay In my house it's pretty big, and we have hot showers and I can get you a change of clothes" he said picking up the knife handing it over to a girl with a short bob wearing a blue hoodie her name was veronica she helped Jake out and saved his ass more times than he’d like to admit,

"uh well… come with me and I can show you around" Jake said as he watched Jeremy follow, "Jeremy I need to ask, where have you been all this time?" he asked as he looked over at the other as he opened his mouth "it doesn't matter..." Jeremy said replying as he lifted his hood putting it on with his hands in his pockets, wincing slightly but Jake didn't notice, and this was the start of how the relationship of Jake and Jeremy led to their complicated relationship and their daughter in an apocalyptic world .

#be more chill #bmc jeremy #bmc michael #bmc au #bmc musical #dillinjer #bmc #zombie #jeremy heere #jake dillinger #rich goranski #zombie au #trans character #Jeremy is trans!

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biosurvive · 9 months

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@deadaim -> hey baby would you wanna go to a museum or is that kinda lame?

The tutorials he was obsessively watching were taking root, if by the texture of the frosting he was mixing was anything to go by. It was a stark contrast to when he attempted to bake a birthday cake for Claire back in the day. He could still remember Claire coming home to a mess of flour and sugar and a frazzled Chris with a shitty store bought cake on the counter. She has laughed... and it had made everything better. Now though? He had more experience, he had decent appliances and utensils and ingredients, his own children would enjoy a cake baked from the father whose culinary skills were... less than favorable compared to their other father. Speaking of, his husband had been his supportive audience, perched at the barstool, newspaper in hand in the most delicious and domestic manner. He looked good in the morning light shining through the windows, and the aroma of coffee and the sugary ingredients set the scene perfectly. Marriage and family life agreed with them both, how in the world did they ever get so lucky?

His question had put a halt to his baking adventure, peeking up over the bowl of frosting with an almost deer-in-headlights manner. The idea wasn't lame, in fact it sounded amazing. It had felt like years since the two of them went on such a normal date, time spent together without the kids usually amounted to the two of them crashing in bed and sleeping or lazy five minute over the clothing sex in the mornings, a day at a museum just enjoying one another's time? Talk about a fantasy. " Let's do it. The cake will need to cool in the fridge, we can go after it's finished baking. I can frost when we get back. Kids won't be back from Barry and Kathy's until tomorrow, and then we'll be too busy hosting a birthday party for children. " His mixing becomes slightly more aggressive, a relaxed grin slipping on his features as he leans his hip against the kitchen island. " We'll go to the museum, get lunch, come back home, and have the most raunchy dirty sex imaginable in our giant tub upstairs. " Setting the bowl down with a loud thud, he leans further across the island, face inching closer to the shorter man, voice dropping to a husky whisper. " And once I have satisfied you, mon mari, I will finish the damn cake while you wrap the presents. Maybe if we finish at the decent time we'll be able to crash early? Maybe even cuddle? ….Sound romantic? "

#I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #deadaim

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fic-dumpster · 3 years

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Dirty tricks

Bonten x Reader | 1.3k+ words

Warnings: suggestive themes, MDNI, Slight violence (?), use of the word daddy (only for this because it works and for the purpose of the fic), Fluff, jealousy, nonsense, humor, grammar/spelling mistakes, no beta and not edited. have your age in your blogs visible

“This is very unfair,” you eyed the men standing around you.

“Stop complaining; I’m betting on you,” Kokonoi massaged your shoulders.

For some unknown reason, Bonten executives decided to host an arm-wrestling contest, and someone had the great idea of including you, and by someone, you mean Sanzu.

“Why would you do that?!” You eyed the board where Sanzu was writing everyone’s name. “No!” you tried to pull him away from the board, “Not against Rindou!! Sanzu!!” you could hear the younger haitani laughing somewhere in the back.

Hopeless, that's how you felt. Rindou didn't want to change place with anyone nor take on someone else. You even begged Kakucho to trade places with Rindou, but the latter didn't comply. Kakucho wouldn't be so brutal with you like you suspected the purplenette would be.

Seeing your distressed face, Kokonoi couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so he decided to help you. “I will teach you a secret,” he murmured on your ear so nobody else in the room could hear what you two were plotting. “Slowly walk with me,” you nodded, understanding that he didn't want anyone to suspect anything. You giggled at the feeling of excitement bubbling on your belly.

“Koko, this like a secret mission,” he rolled his eyes at your child-like attitude. You’ll be the death of him: you and your cuteness. But he wasn't going to tell you that. “aren't you using this as an excuse to have me here all by yourself?” you teased him, knowing how he tends to deny anything involving his true feelings.

That caused his body to tense for a second, “No,” he fastly answered, “This is for you, not for me, remember.”

“Yeah, sure.” you sarcastically said. Reaching a more secluded area of the room, he sat on a small sofa, rapidly pulling you down on his lap. Again you giggled at his actions; sure thing, Koko. Only for me, you thought as you adjusted yourself on his legs.

The more you listened, the more you hated his supposed suggestion. “I’m not doing that,” you simply turned him down. “It’d be weird! Koko, I- I don’t think-”

“You’re thinking too much into it. Do you wanna win?” You nodded, “then just do it,” he squeezed your cheeks in between his palms. At your cute face and pouting lips, Koko couldn't help but leave a peck on your squished lip. Such action provoked a fit of giggles from you and red cheek on the man under you.

“Koko! Little Lady! We’re about to begin!” Ran called after you two.

“Yeah, Koko. Stop hoarding Y/N all for yourself,” Rindou smirked, not once his eyes left yours.

As you walked—hand in hand with Kokonoi towards the table, you felt a ticklish feeling building up in your belly. Maybe due to nervousness or the fact that you were about to do something you knew would get you in so much trouble.

“Koko, I can't believe you're betting all that money on Y/N,” Takeomi was checking the bets on the board, while most members had placed their money on Rindou or Kakucho, Koko had placed all on you. Sanzu also chuckled at that.

But everyone forgot how much of a money machine is Kokonoi Hajime, and once he sees profit in something, he never makes mistakes. Or, more like, he does everything in his power to reach that profit, even play dirty.

“You know she’s still sleeping with you even if you don't bet that much, right?” teased Rindou. That irked a nerve in you, but before you could retaliate, Kakucho hit the purplenette in the head, followed by a kick from Ran.

“Be careful with what you say, asshole, or she won't let you touch her,” Bonten number three grumbled.

“Is that jealousy I smell, Rindou?” Teased in a sing-song voice, Sanzu. You stuck your tongue out towards Rindou, “Sweetcheeks, your tongue,” and you fastly pulled it in as soon as you heard Sanzu’s warning tone.

“Okay, that's enough. Let's begin,” Takeomi took a drag from his cigarette.

You saw Kakucho take on Sanzu and win, Rindou on Mochi and win. Kakucho won against Ran. Mikey did one against Kokonoi just for fun, and of course, the flip flop man won. Takeomi went against Sanzu, and surprisingly, for you, the pinknette won, laughing historically in the face of his older brother.

And To finally come to your turn. You were a ball of anxiety as you sat in front of Rindou, whose smile only widened at your scared state. You and everyone in the room knew how much was the younger Haitani enjoying this moment—you acknowledging his strength had Rindou buzzing in excitement.

Now, his big hand surrounding yours was enough to make you squick at the size difference. Sanzu played moderator; he began the countdown, but before he reached three, you intervened, “Go easy on me,” you saw in the corner of your eye Kokonoi nod. Just when Sanzu said three, you also opened your mouth, “Please, Daddy,” you saw Rindou’s eyes open like plates.

It was like you had pressed a button, and time had stopped. The hand engulfing yours went rigid; Takeomi choked on the smoke from his cigarette, Mikey straightened up from his resting position, Kakucho turned his head ninety degrees, and Ran took a loud intake of breath—almost like a squealing sound. Meanwhile, Sanzu had lost his balance and had to be held by Mochi. Koko silently chuckled at his pears’ reactions.

You didn't waste the opportunity that magic word gave you—pulling with all your strength, you smashed Rindou’s whole arm on the table. The man had no fight in his muscles. And you stood up triumphant, leaving a still petrified Rindou there. You screamed in excitement, running toward Koko as you shrieked about how it had worked.

As you cheerfully shook Koko back and forth, babbling about your achievement, you didn't notice the rest had woken up from their shock. Two figures moved, and with silent steps, they walked towards you.

An arm wrapped around you, smashing your back against a hard chest. You looked up and saw a very serious Ran Haitani. But before you could say a word, a different hand gripped your cheeks—rough fingers pressed your soft skin as the smell of smoke reached your nose. Takeomi steered your face towards him, “Say that again, pretty girl, I dare you,” you shivered at their behavior. What did you get yourself into?

“I’m sorry,” no he wasn't, “But there is always a price to pay for success,” Koko saw your pleading eyes, but he fanned his hand your way as in a dismissive manner.

“Koko, what the he-” you began, only to be cut short as Takeomi trapped your lips with his. Ran kept a firm hold on you—not letting your squirming form break free.

“Don’t worry; you’ll be fine,” murmured Koko seeing you being sandwiched between Ran and Takeomi. “I think...”

As for Rindou, he was still sitting there. Sanzu tapped his shoulder, worried since the younger Haitani hadn't moved. “Hey, are you okay?”

“No,” Rindou banged his head on the table.

Fun facts:

Mikey scolded Kokonoi for teaching you that, and he was at fault for breaking two of his best men.

Kakucho didn't know how to feel. That was the first time the word had any effect on him.

Rindou and Sanzu said silent bros. “Bro, are you okay?” “No, bro.” Because Ran got man once.

Mochi was very uncomfortable.

You assaulted Koko with a pillow four days later, though.

Four days because two you spend with Ran and Takeomi and the third day you could move much.

Mikey gave Rindou and Kakucho the next week off.

Kakucho and Rindou stayed at your place for the whole week off.

#bonten x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #akashi takeomi x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sano mikey manjiro #tokyorev #ran haitani x reader #rindou Haitani #Tokyo revengers smut fluff #omi.thirst #omi.dih #omificstags #kanji mochizuki #kakucho Hitto #tw.daddy kink

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Taehyung: Please Don't Bite (4)

In which he fulfills his promise.

Tags/Warnings: angst, mentions of malnourishment, wounds, blood, Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung, Deer!Reader, hybrid trafficking, trauma, panic attacks, romance, fluff

Spin-off to: Dont play with your food

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The bright lights, blue and red, and the headlights of someone's car shining on him forces him to squeeze his eyes close, instinctively pulling you closer to himself as someone squats in front of him. "Hey- you'll be okay." Someone says, keeping a bit of distance as he tries not to overwhelm him. "Thats your.. partner right? Your girl?" He tries gently, and taehyung wraps himself tighter around you in defense. "Listen- they will help, okay? But you gotta let them see her."

But he shakes his head.

"They'll take her away." He growls, growing overwhelmed with it all. No- he can't trust anybody, especially not with you. You're just asleep- you'll wake up soon, and together you'll go home- wherever that might be.

"No, they won't-" the young man says, pulling his scarf down a little to speak more clearly. "I promise I'll make sure they won't do that." He tells him, and Taehyung doesn't know why he'd even put an ounce of trust in this stranger.

But its all he can do.

He reluctantly loosens his grip on you, trying to clean your face with his sleeve, but its no use. His clothes are too dirty and rugged to help in any way. "Here.." the man says, carefully moving forwards, giving up his scarf to Taehyung, before he motions for medical staff to finally come closer. "I promise, things will be alright." The man says again.

Taehyung watches as they put a little glowing device onto your finger, before his eyes widen when they pick you up and carry you away into an ambulance. "You- they're-!"

"They're helping, they're not taking her away." The man however argues. "Come on up, you need help too. They'll bring you somewhere safe and warm." He tells him as he helps him stand up on shaky legs, to lead him into the ambulance as well. He's shorter than Taehyung- but he's still able to help him walk and climb onto the back of the ambulance to sit close to you.

As he attempts to close the doors, Taehyungs desperate eyes look at his. "What's- where will you go?"

"I'll drive along with you. I won't leave, if you don't want me to." He tells him, and Taehyungs eyes glisten as he speaks.

"Please don't leave." He mumbles, and the young man smiles encouragingly, before he nods.

"Alright." He nods. "I won't then."

And for some reason, even though Taehyung has no idea about who that man even is, or why he'd go out of his way to help in any way, he feels as if he can trust him. He watches helplessly as they work on you, desperate to keep any little spark of life inside of you alive, trying their hardest to keep your heart beating and your lungs breathing as his grip tightens on the scarf he'd been given.

He can only hope that things are finally getting better. He can only silently sit and hope you'll be strong one last time to meet that man too, to see that not everyone is evil to the core.

He watches the headlights of the stranger's car follow the ambulance closely through closed doors, and he feels like he's made it.

He feels like he's finally fulfilling his promise.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts taehyung imagine #please don't bite au

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papuhater · 2 years

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HIII!!!! I have been binge-reading your fanfics and I LOVE them.

So if you please could do overhaul with a hybrid!gn!s/o? you choose the hybrid. Like what would he think? headcanons please =)!

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ೃ⁀➷ a/n: hello querido/a! thanks for scratching my writer's ego uwu, sure i can do it! nice to see a fellow overhaul stan ＞︿＜, i'm doing this on pink cause i'm obsessed! （＞人＜；）

↳ ❝ [ P4Z'S V3R3D1CT] ¡! ❞

ೃ⁀➷ pairing: overhaul x gn!fawn hybrid!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ title: fawn

¡! ❞ warnings: not that i know of! asshole kai at first, ooc kai, kai if he had therapy??¡! ❞

↳˗ˏˋformat: headcanonsˊˎ˗ ↴

: ̗̀➛ you have fawn ears that pop out of your hair! if you are male you have little anthlers! and a deer tail!

: ̗̀➛ you can control plants and give them life! heal people and animals love you!

: ̗̀➛ neways-

: ̗̀➛ growing up being a hybrid, people would mock you for your appearance

: ̗̀➛ your parents were/are very supportive of you! they didnn't/don't care if you are a hybrid or not.

: ̗̀➛ you joined a yakuza because you needed a job, you didn't want to depend on your parents for your entire life.

: ̗̀➛and no job would take you for your apearance

: ̗̀➛ bad for them (╬▔皿▔)╯

: ̗̀➛ so being a yakuza healer didn't sound so bad!

: ̗̀➛ you don't actually fight or anything, you just used your quirk!

: ̗̀➛ then you met kai on a meeting he had with your boss.

: ̗̀➛ you were given as a token for trust

: ̗̀➛ of course due to your quirk, you were a valuable asset to kai.

: ̗̀➛ don't believe that he laid his eyes on you and was like "omg!!! an angel!!", naahhh........

: ̗̀➛ it was a rough start.

: ̗̀➛ he would keep you around but only for missions and protection

: ̗̀➛ but he dreaded the times you had to heal him

: ̗̀➛ he dreads human contact because of his mysophobia

: ̗̀➛ he'd cuss you off for touching him

: ̗̀➛ until you get tired of it, and bursted

your fingers were slowly glidying against his injury, quirk activated and closing the bloody gash, reuniting the tissue, your fingers glowed, and you could feel a gentle breeze being gnenerated by it. while it sounded peaceful, it wasn't. not with plague doctor complaining like a child every damn second.

"watch it you disease carrier! you will get me filthy." each word drenched in venom, it didn't really affect you, it just bothered

"mmh sorry.." you said, not even really meaning it, you were far too concentrated on healing him, than on his shenigans.

"great, now i'm dirty because of you." now you felt a vein in you forehead would burst, even a pacifist has limits.

"what else do you want me to do? i alredy said i'm sorry"

"sorry won't get me clean, you ignorant beast." ok that's it, that's the last straw. you quickly remove your fingertips out of his almost cured injury, and stand up.

"an ignorant? ha! last time i checked i have a botanical college degree, i passed my classes with the highest grades! a beast? i'm basically a deer, you idiot. they are the most calm and nice creatures! if i was an uncontrolled beast, like you say, everything would be filled with trees because of my quirk." after spatting it out, you see him being shocked for a split second, just then, his eyes filling to the brim with confusion and you gulped out of anxiety of what would come next.

"now if you excuse me." right after you turned, your wrist was yanked. your focus switched to behind you and your mind saw red, as in danger. your eyes met apologetic ones.

"i'm sorry if my words sounded harsh, please finish healing me."

: ̗̀➛ he started acting as a better man and a gentleman :)

: ̗̀➛ he kept you around for more than just healing.

: ̗̀➛ he asks you to take care of pops' garden

: ̗̀➛ after a lot of time of gentlemanning, you made a move ;D

"would you like for me to teach you how to take care of the garden?"

: ̗̀➛ he knew how to take care of it ofc

"that sounds pleasant, y/n."

: ̗̀➛ that was kind of like your first date, things started to go from there

: ̗̀➛ GARDEN DATES ARE A MUST

: ̗̀➛ he will one hundred percent listen to you teaching him how to care of the magnolias

: ̗̀➛ even though he won't touch the dirt, with gloves or not.

: ̗̀➛ he despises quirks

: ̗̀➛ but he sees yours as pure and peaceful

: ̗̀➛ he won't accept it but your ears are fluffy and he loves to touch them

: ̗̀➛ GIFTS ARE ALSO A MUST

: ̗̀➛ you stared at something fot too long? bought.

: ̗̀➛ animals love you, but tend to hate him

: ̗̀➛ like a street cat crosses you and purrs

: ̗̀➛ then he hisses at kai.

: ̗̀➛ (you love cats in this fic)

: ̗̀➛ he knew how much you wanted one so

: ̗̀➛ he was one day walking and crossed this black kitten with yellow eyes, he looked very malnourished, and filthy.

: ̗̀➛ he didn't hiss at kai

: ̗̀➛ so kai took him from the streets.

: ̗̀➛ kai scrubbed the cat CLEAN

: ̗̀➛ and fed him

: ̗̀➛ he placed him in a gift box.

your focus left the screen and landed on your stiff boyfriend holding a box.

"hi dear, how are you?" his stifness softened a bit

"Well, i got you something." he held out the box, you stood up and made your way to him. when you had the box in your hands, you cracked it open, expecting some lavish gift.

"mew"

the quiet mewl left the box, your eyes met yellow eyes. gloved hands took the kitten and handed her.

"i know you wanted a cat, so i found one that doesn't despise me."

her fur felt soft against your fingertips, the cat's eyes drilled into you with curiosity. your fingers started stroking bellow her ear, the kitten purred in reaction.

"does she have a name?"

: ̗̀➛ you both ened up naming her nix

: ̗̀➛she was basically you and kai's kid

: ̗̀➛ kai got more familiar with her and started to touch her more.

: ̗̀➛ they take naps together sHHHH

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#overhaul #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #overhaul fluff

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existslikepristin · 3 years

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Yexercise

This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

~~~~~

You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

~~~~~

“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

~~~~~

“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

~~~~~

“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

~~~~~

“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

~~~~~

In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

~~~~~

You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on. You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

~~~~~

You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

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Agent Provocateur

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Pairing: Imperial!Tech x Reader X Imperial!Crosshair

Rating: Explicit (as always, begone minors)

Warnings: Degradation, Rough Sex, Face-fucking, M/F/M threesome, choking, some spanking, some biting, so much dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k (whoops)

Fair warning, our boys get a little mean in this one, but I wanted to do some Imperial content since I get the feeling we won't be seeing Imperial Cross much more after tomorrow.

You had learned to take a moment to collect yourself before you rounded the corner to the Special Agent’s office. The first time you had been called to see him, you tried to calm your racing heart at the door, only for it to slide open as you stood there like a deer in headlights. Now, you made sure to make yourself presentable before entering the corridor.

With one last deep breath, you steeled yourself and made your way over to the door. As expected, it slid open as soon as you arrived; you thought he may have had cameras positioned near the door, but you couldn’t find them, try as you might.

“Agent,” he said curtly, eyes flicking up at you from his datapad. His goggles sat on his nose, and he was muttering to himself slightly. He was either translating something or worried.

It was only then that you noticed the man next to him. Still clad in all his armor, except his helmet, was CC-9904. Crosshair, you recalled, though referring to him as such would result in a correction and a not so subtle threat of violence: Commander. See to it that you do not disrespect me again, lest the squad reminds you of what happened to the last soldier who challenged me.

“Sir. Commander,” you greeted politely. Seeing them both in front of you made your stomach twist in knots. You had accompanied Crosshair on his last mission, helping to stir up trouble at a local bar so that all of the town’s insurgents would be in one, easily targeted place. If he was here with your boss, then it could only mean he had strong feelings about your skills on the last mission. And the Commander wasn’t known for his compliments.

“Do you know why you’re here, Agent?” your boss spoke up. His name was Tech if you recalled the gossip from the mess hall correctly. You had been working under him for months, and you still only referred to him by his honorific.

“I do not, sir,” you kept your hands clasped behind your back and your head high. You’d be damned if you showed any sign of weakness to the two men in front of you. Crosshair raised a single eyebrow, rolling the toothpick between his teeth to the other side of his mouth.

“The Commander made a very interesting report,” Tech said, pulling up a new page on his datapad. You swallowed hard. “He says that on your last mission, you employed tactics unbecoming of an Imperial officer to complete your assignment,”

You kept quiet, trying to run through all the things you did on the mission that could’ve upset Crosshair so much. It couldn’t have been the comm reports, or the getaway, or the-- oh. You felt the back of your neck get hot.

“I must say, taking off your shirt and dancing topless in the middle of a bar is certainly an unexpected way to garner the attention of the insurgents,” Tech accompanied his words with a small smirk, and Crosshair looked at you, eager to hear your response.

“It was effective, sir,” you replied, voice strong despite the hot shame creeping up your spine. You didn’t think the Commander had seen you, but it only made sense that he would have eyes on you at all times. Your gaze held firm, seeking out some sort of idea of what your reprimand would be.

“Effective at making the Empire look like a whorehouse,” Crosshair said, voice tinged with something almost akin to amusement. Your eye twitched and the words were out of your mouth before you could think of the consequences.

“With all due respect, Commander, my job is to make it seem like I’m not with the Empire. Even if it means insulting your delicate sensibilities,” you spat out your reply with more venom than you thought you had in you. Crosshair looked back at you for a moment, seeming stunned that you would dare raise your voice at him. Tech, however, set his datapad down on the table with deceiving composure. As he stood, it occurred to you that you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Watch your tone, Agent. A smart girl like you should know better than to challenge her superiors,” Tech said, eyes flashing with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place; something dark and swirling and almost feral. You chanced a look at Crosshair, who seemed to be seething with the same emotions, though it was plainer on his face what the second, more turbulent emotion was; lust.

Oh. Oh.

“If you really think I’m smart, you would trust that I am capable of making my own decisions on missions,” you pushed, playing with fire with the sole intent of getting burned. To say you hadn’t imagined the men while alone at night, biting your hand to keep quiet, would be a lie. You felt like they knew that too.

Tech and Crosshair exchanged a look, letting your words hang heavy in the air and allowing you to regret them in full. It was Crosshair who stepped forward first, one pace, two paces, before grabbing you by the stiff collar of your uniform and jerking you to the floor. It was gentle enough that you could catch yourself before you went sprawling, and you realized that was his intent; you weren’t on your knees because he threw you there, you were on your knees because that’s where you wanted to be.

“Insolent,” he spat, gripping a fistful of your hair and jerking your head from side to side, inspecting you. “Hopefully that mouth has better uses than disrespecting your Commander,”

“If I recall, I am her direct commanding officer. She spoke back to me. I should get to take her first,” Tech said, glaring at his brother. You felt yourself grow warm at their harsh words; the way they spoke as if you weren’t even there was making you dizzy with arousal.

“I was the one who brought you the grounds to set this meeting up. If anything, I should--” you cleared your throat and cut Crosshair off. The two men turned to you, and you looked up at them with mock innocence.

“Don’t you boys know how to share?” you said, hoping to coax them into action. It worked, and Tech moved to stand behind you and tug your hair back. The position forced you to look up at Crosshair, whose anger at being interrupted was quickly turning lecherous.

“Mm, you’re so confident. What makes you think you can take both of us?” he said, gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Your head was completely immobile, giving you nowhere to look but into the eyes of the Commander you had just challenged.

“Natural ability,” you teased, and you saw Crosshair’s eyes widen just a bit. You smirked, landing your final blow. “And experience,”

That was it. With a near-feral growl, Crosshair grabbed you by the shoulders and he and Tech manhandled you onto the desk, meticulously clean save for Tech’s datapad, which was quickly shoved into a drawer. Tech pushed you down so you were laying on your back, and Crosshair worked at the buttons on your top while Tech worked at your trousers.

“Should’ve known you were a slut,” Crosshair muttered, mostly to himself, as he worked on tearing your shirt off of you. Once all the buttons were undone, it fell to the floor, and he quickly tossed your undershirt down to join it.

“Always acting so coy, like a good little agent,” Tech said and he pulled your pants over our hips and tossed them to the floor. He grabbed the now-exposed lace of your panties and pulled it tight, the fabric providing friction on your clit that made you whine. “But this is where you really belong, isn’t it, sweetheart? Mewling under your commanding officers,”

Before you could form a coherent response, Crosshair had removed your bra and was now taking one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing over the bud in a way that just edged on painful. Your words got lost in your whine, and Tech huffed out a laugh, pinching the inside of your thigh.

“There you go, make all those pretty noises for us. Let the whole base know who’s fucking you like the whore you are,” he said, and Crosshair smirked, lips still wrapped around your nipple. His nimble fingers-- still covered by his gloves, you noted-- came up to pinch the other one, and you whimpered, embarrassingly needy.

“Fuck, please, sir,” you gave Tech your best puppy-dog eyes, but all you got was a smack to the thigh.

“Language,” he chided, and you pursed your lips together at his challenge. With Crosshair still laving his tongue over your breasts, Tech dragged your panties off torturously slow. Once they joined the pile of your clothes on the floor, he skimmed two fingers through your folds, and you almost cringed at how embarrassingly wet you were.

“That all for us, doll?” Crosshair said, looking back at Tech, who was examining his fingers with more than a hint of pride. You nodded eagerly, and he smirked. “How about you give us something in return, then?”

With a silent glance, Crosshair and Tech moved in unison to reposition you on the desk, letting your head hang off the edge and giving Tech room to step between your legs. From your new vantage point, you could see Crosshair undoing the clasps of his codpiece, and you watched hungrily as it clattered to the floor, finally letting you see the outline of his cock through his blacks. While you were enraptured by the Commander, Tech quickly undid his slacks and pulled himself out, taking advantage of your distraction to pump himself a few times before nudging his head against you.

“Shit!” you gasped as Tech's cock slid between your folds, the head grazing over your clit. Your hips tried to buck up, but he pressed a hand to your stomach, holding you down.

“What did I say about language?” he scolded once more, and you looked away sheepishly. “You don’t get your reward if you aren’t good,”

“Don’t worry, doll. I can help with that,” Crosshair cupped your cheek, bringing your attention back to him. As your brain tried to make sense of the scene in front of you, the position skewing your perspective, Tech thrust all the way into you in one swift motion. You hissed, mumbling nonsense that you were pretty sure was free of profanity. Seemingly pleased with your restraint, Tech squeezed your hip.

“I think she has a soft spot for me, Commander. Just listen to all those slutty little noises,” Tech said, gaze flicking between Crosshair and the way his cock was stretching you. The sniper huffed and gripped your cheek once more, this time with more force.

“Can’t make any noises if her mouth is full,” he said, holding his cock in one hand. It seemed impossibly hard, leaking a steady dribble of precome, and your mouth dropped open instinctively. Crosshair smirked as he guided your head. “See? Knew that mouth had to be good for something,”

As Crosshair let you take his cock in your mouth, Tech quickly pulled out and slammed back in, jolting you forward on the desk and forcing Crosshair’s cock to brush the back of your throat. You suppress a gag, but the two men couldn’t suppress their groans as you clenched around them.

“Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Commander,” Tech remarked, setting a lazy pace with his hips. He made sure to grind his pelvis against you, reveling in how you fluttered around him when you felt even the faintest pressure on your clit. Crosshair, who was letting you stroke him while your tongue worked over the tip, growled at the teasing and fisted a hand in your hair, holding you steady while he thrust himself all the way into your throat. You spluttered and gasped for air, only getting a moment of reprieve as Crosshair began to fuck your face in earnest, keeping your head steady.

“Not a chance, Agent,” he quipped back at Tech, his voice remarkably steady. “Gonna ruin this pretty little toy,”

You whined around him at the filthy words, the vibrations causing Crosshair to curse under his breath. Tech sucked in a breath as you tensed around him, holding back for only a few more strokes before gripping your hips and driving into you with a force you weren’t sure was possible from him.

“Mm, please,” you tried to moan, but it came out more like garbled nonsense around Crosshair’s cock. Tech hoisted one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist to plow even deeper into you. The stimulation was almost too much, and you squirmed beneath the two men. Tech growled and smacked your thigh, the sting burning through your leg and sending a twinge of arousal up your spine.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, smacking you once more. You whimpered and Crosshair hissed, driving himself even deeper into your throat. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes.

“God, these perfect tits,” Crosshair let his free hand wander to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts. His hands were so large that it felt like his touch was all-consuming, and you couldn’t stop the near-shriek that crawled out of you. Your whole body was trembling, trying to move away from all the overwhelming sensations, only to be met with the strong resistance of the men on either side of you.

“Good fucktoys don’t move,” Crosshair’s voice was strained as the hand in your hair slid to your throat. He pressed down, restricting your blood flow just enough to make you feel dizzy. Between Tech’s hand on your hip and Crosshair’s grip on your throat, you could feel yourself spiraling closer and closer towards the edge. Tech, sensing this, brought two fingers to your clit and began teasing you with feather-light touches. Your body jerked with oversensitivity, and he laughed.

“Beg for us to let you come,” he commanded, and you groaned.

Your pleading was muffled and hard to make out, but Tech was satisfied with your faint “I’ll be so good from now on,” and Crosshair twitched in your mouth when you promised to “follow orders like a good girl,”

“There’s our obedient little slut,” Crosshair laughed, and you tried to nod in agreement. You were so close, so absolutely enraptured by the two men that you were sure anything they did next would send you over the edge.

Tech brushed his thumb over your clit with just enough pressure, and you came hard. Your vision became fuzzy as you spasmed around Tech’s cock, the man continuing to fuck you through your high. Crosshair, possibly in an attempt to muffle your very loud whines, pressed himself as far into your mouth as he could go and spilled down your throat, the hand on your neck bobbing slightly as you swallowed him down. Tech, heady with power and the way you felt around him, leaned over you and bit down on your collarbone as he came, stilling inside you as you felt his cock twitch with slight overstimulation.

You drifted slightly, still not fully recovered from your orgasm. Tech and Crosshair helped you up, letting you brace yourself on their shoulders and your legs stopped wobbling. In the mirrored black glass of the desk, you saw bruises circling your throat and the bite mark Tech had left, small drops of blood pooling to the surface of your skin. You turned slightly, only to see an angry red handprint on your thigh. The two clones watched you smugly as you examined yourself.

“Those marks look good on you, doll,” Crosshair said. You looked back at him, feeling shy under his gaze even though he had just fucked your throat not two minutes ago.

“Thank you, Commander,” you said coyly. He groaned at the title, and you bit back a smile. Tech handed you your clothes, neatly folded; when did he have time to do that? You gave him a grateful smile and began to redress, before noticing something was off.

“Where are my--” you gestured with your hand, hoping they would get what you meant. Crosshair shrugged and Tech slammed one of his desk drawers closed with a bit too much force. When you looked at him, he raised an eyebrow as if daring you to challenge him. You did not.

“You will be receiving a new assignment,” Tech said professionally as if he hadn’t just shoved your panties into a desk drawer after fucking you senseless. Your face fell slightly, worried about what he could mean.

“You will be the on-call agent for my squad, along with whatever he requires of you,” Crosshair gestured towards Tech, who kept his face neutral, save for the playful glint in his eyes.

“Provide him with whatever he needs, Agent,” Tech said, and you didn’t miss the insinuation in his voice. “I will be keeping a close eye on your work, in case you need to be reprimanded,”

“But sir,” you looked up at the two of them with big doe eyes. “What if I like disobeying?”

You didn’t leave Tech’s office for the rest of the day.

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