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Let’s talk about the foreshadowing of Klaus and Allison’s relationship in the tarot scene in Season 4 of The Umbrella Academy.

I’m not an expert, I don’t even own my own deck. But I went through a phase where I watched a lot of tarot readings and I do have some books on how to read tarot.

Klaus has the Rider-Waite deck which is the most popular tarot deck. Anyone that does tarot probably has their own copy. It’s just very iconic.

The first card Klaus pulls is The Lovers, which causes him to joke about not being laid.

This is actually excellent foreshadowing. At this point, he still hasn’t taken the marigold.

The Lovers is a very powerful card. It’s telling him he will face temptation of some sort soon or it can be about existing relationships. The relationship does not have to be romantic or sexual. This can be shown directly after he is given the marigold. Allison gives him the marigold to save his life because she loves him. But this ultimately strains their relationship due to his trust being broken.

This causes him to revert back to his old ways with drugs. The temptation is back. His first love. And the drugs cause him to end up being prostituted out and subsequently, getting laid.

The second card he pulls is The Tower. And his reaction is interesting because…this is NOT the kind of card you’d like to see.

The Tower doesn’t directly mean loss of self control on its own, but when paired with The Lovers, it can very much be interpreted that way.

The Tower is actually a scary card to pull sometimes. It represents danger, sudden change, and destruction, among other things. Now it’s not always bad. But it’s not a card you’d be happy to see in most readings.

Him being so nonchalant while pulling that card is kinda crazy to me. Especially when he’s so freaked out about safety. The Tower is basically a huge warning sign that shit is gonna get rough.

Tarot can be read in multiple ways, it’s personal to each person. But they way I’m reading this is that this is also foreshadowing the chaos and destruction the Cleanse will bring. He’s doing this while he’s in the van while the others look for Jennifer.

The Tower also can represent higher learning and liberation, something the Keepers believe the Cleanse will bring.

Now obviously Klaus isn’t doing a general reading, he’s doing a personal reading. So for him, The Tower mixed with The Lovers could be a form of loss of control, especially since he won’t be able to consent to having the marigold forced back in him by someone he trusts and loves. He lost control of that.

The third card he pulls is actually wrong.

This is not Death. This is the Ten of Swords.

Despite its name, Death is not actually representative of actual death. It actually means the end of something. What’s interesting about Death is that it can have different meanings depending on who you are. For example, a man pulling this card could represent the loss of a benefactor. Who’s Klaus’ benefactor? Allison. She lets him stay in her house rent free, eat her food, bubble wrap everything, because she loves him and wants him to stay sober.

However…he didn’t actually pull Death. My guess is they didn’t do their homework well enough and thought that because the card doesn’t have the name of it on it like The Lovers or The Tower did and they saw the picture of a man stabbed to death, they just assumed this was the Death card.

Despite that, the Ten of Swords plays perfectly into this. This card represents betrayal. Pulling this card signifies somebody will betray you very soon or you already have been.

And who betrays Klaus? Allison.

On their own these cards are damning. But together it tells a story. Someone Klaus loves will betray him and send him on a path of self destruction and this will forever ruin his relationship with them.

Allison betrays his trust and gives him the marigold to save his life due to love. This causes him to feel betrayed and that’s why he crashes out on her and everyone else and why he ends up going back to drugs and ends up being pimped out to pay back an old debt.

But wait…this also foreshadows something else that happens later in the season.

Who else gets stabbed in the back and betrayed by a lover? Who else has their whole life destroyed only hours before they end up being erased to save the world?

But he’s not the only one…

While season 4 may have been disappointing…the foreshadowing was clever.

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i hate looking at the thermometer and seeing some fuckass number like 2

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I know none of my followers are Bernard the elf lovers but I had an idea where reader is a kid and gets a little too curious when Santa stops by and somehow ends up in his sleigh and he doesn’t notice until he’s already back at the North Pole.

Reader climbs out of his sleigh and starts walking around until they bump into Bernard who of course, is horrified that a random child became a stowaway.

They have to find a way to get them back home before dawn but the sleigh is out of commission due to routine maintenance after Christmas and taking a reindeer is too risky so Bernard decides to do his little magic thing where he can just appear places.

And when they get back to readers place he gives them dust that makes it seem like it was all a dream.

Years later Reader is grown up now and Bernard is on his little Kribble Krabble and they bump into him and immediately recognize him. They thought he was their imaginary friend for years but always had a suspicion that he was real.

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luther in the bar with the two fives: this is nice, isn't it? the three of us, together like this

young five:

old five:

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Soft touches, silent roads

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+

Contains: oral (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, light choking (very brief) praise, mostly soft dom five (There is a little roughness), face fucking, cum eating, creampie (i hate the word too), car sex, bad writing, grammatical errors

Synopsis: You and five were at graces birthday party. You and him haven’t seen each other in a long time so there is a lot of unspoken things between you and him especially the unspoken love and desire between you and him that was never addressed properly. (The events of the fourth season never occurred)

The birthday party was all out which was really sweet of Diego and Lila. The kids were having so much fun which was even sweeter. Lila’s family was very kind too. It was odd seeing the family after a long while. Especially poor Klaus who was a raging germaphobe and extremely sober. which the sober part isn’t a bad thing but the germaphobic tendencies is a little bit odd. No matter you’re just glad he is getting himself mostly together. Luther was what he called “A professional dancer” which obviously was not true but you know what…good for him. There was Allison worried and scared that everybody hated her. Viktor was kinda off to the side since he didn’t really want anything to do with any of us which you guess kinda makes sense after the shit we’ve been through. you cant blame him completely for not wanting anything to do with us but its nice to know he cares still to show up. Ben was sulking about just getting out of jail and about his “Business”. You really just hope he will get his shit together. Then lo and behold there was five. The one man you were nervous to talk to. The one that made your heart race and your face flush. You haven’t spoken to him in a long time. Life caught up to you, you were healing from trauma and getting your own shit together. That being said he was always on your mind no matter how hard you tried to push him or the thoughts away. It was always a haunting thought in the back of your mind. A space just for him that was rent free. You looked over to him and to your surprise you caught him looking at you. His own eyes went a little wide with nervousness and looked away sipping his beer and looked back into the ball-pit where luther tried to scare him and ben. You felt your face flush and you looked away.

After a ruined back and a piñata issue it was time for everyone to go home. Sadly your car was being the biggest asshole of the day cause it decided to break down the day before. You had to take a uber which was scary at this time of night. You walked out the doors and leaned against the wall of the building. You went onto your phone to look for an uber when five came out he saw you and came on over “Hey” you looked to him your face flushing as you saw those piercing green eyes “H-hey” he chuckled and leaned against the wall his arms crossed “What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna head home?” you sighed and shut pff your phone putting it in your pocket “My car broke down yesterday. The hunk of junk had to be a paid actor cause that was to perfectly timed.” he smiled “So what gives?” you sighed “Im getting an uber. It may not be the safest but i need to go home somehow.” he nodded. it was silent for a minute as he looked at you his eyes traveling down then up at your face again trying to stay calm but if you looked close you’d notice he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. “You can ride with me” you look at him wide eyed “Wait what?” he looked at your eyes “Yeah you can ride with me. I don’t want you getting hurt or worse.” you bit your lip nervously “no no its okay i-“ five cut you off before you could say anything else “No i insist come on” he took your hand and gently led you to his car almost seeming eager. Your hand in his, skin against skin sent electricity through you and a shiver down your spine. You almost wanted to kick yourself cause it was such a simple touch. How the hell are you getting so worked up over such a simple god damn touch! is…is he getting worked up too? Is he feeling the same? You let him lead you to his car. He opens the passenger side for you “After you, princess” he smiled you chuckled and got into the car “My, what a gentleman!” he laughed and closed the door and got into the driver seat.

You and him have been driving for some time. At some point during the night drive home it began to rain. You looked to him his hands gripping the steering wheel. it was almost white knuckled how hard he was holding it. You swallowed as your eyes traveled over the veins in his hands. they were prominent and an indicator of what hid under his suit. you looked to his face his eyes slightly squinted to look out the glass windshield past the rain and slight fogging. his lips and nose those piercing green eyes and hair that made your insides flutter. You always were weak when it came to this man. he glanced to you and back to the road. “Whats with that look for?” you blushed lightly and looked back out the window “nothing.” the rain started to come down harder and tension built until the glass fogged up to much and the rain poured a little to hard. “Fuck it” he pulled into an empty lot and parked the car. you looked at him confused “woah hey wha-“ he unbuckled and turned to you “Don’t say it isn’t nothing. I don’t want it to be nothing. I know it isn’t nothing.” you looked him in his eyes. his eyes looked a little desperate almost pleading. You wanted to say it you knew it wasn’t nothing but something in you still wanted to deny from fear of scaring him away “Five i-its nothing i’m being honest” he shook his head “Don’t say that…it isn’t. Me and you have always beat around the bush. When i’m with you i cant help it but to beat around the bush cause i’m afraid to lose you. I don’t want to scare you away but god damn it y/n i cant do it any longer. Y/n i love you. You are in my mind no matter how much i try to push it away. I cant pretend that i don’t love you cause i do. Y/n i love you and i was too afraid to say it but now i’m not. i’ve gotten my shit together for the most part and me beating around the bush is not something i wanna do anymore.” you looked at him incredulously. He just professed his love to you. after so long of lingering stares and touches that lasted a little too long all coming to a sorta close. you swallowed “Five i have also loved you…i’ve loved you even as i kept distance for 6 years i was in love with you as we danced at the wedding at the end of the world i was in love with you as we saved the world in the 60’s and i have loved you before. I was also too afraid to say it.” he looked at you with eyes that held love and adoration. His face came closer to yours both of you so close his breath fanned across your face you swallowed and kept eye contact with him. he looked from your lips to your eyes “Y/n?” you kept your eyes locked with his “Yeah?” “can i kiss you?” you felt your breath hitch “God yes” he didn’t need to be told twice. His lips were on yours kissing desperately. his hands came to either side of your face holding you close. your hands came around his neck one along his back and one traveled into his hair giving a slight tug making him groan. He lightly bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. you whimpered softly and he growled at that lovely sound you made. his hands went from either side of your face and at the top of your arms feeling the skin under your sleeves. his lips traveled from your lips to your jaw and to your neck. his kissed almost reverently until he started to nibble and suck to create a dark purple love bite. you let out shuddering breath and you licked your bottom lip wetting it a little “f-five…fuck” he detached his lips looking up at you with a hint of concern “You okay? does it feel okay?” you nodded “Feels good…so good…” his eyes darkened and growled softly “Such a good girl made just for me” he kissed and sucked your skin. after some time “I need you now baby please. Let me have you” he looked up at you with a hint of pleading but there was room for you to say no and back away but thats not happening “Yes”

you and him had got into the back seat. he swallowed as he gently pulled your shirt over your head. he let out a breath ans he was speechless for a minute. you got a little worried and self conscious thinking maybe he was changing his mind. your hands where going to go around your body to cover but his hands where quick but gentle to pull your hands away “no…no, don’t cover…you’re gorgeous i wanna see you, love” you felt relief flood through your body. you let him guide your hands away from your body. his hands pulled you closer and held you to him and kissed the side of your neck as he undid your bra letting your tits loose from the prison you call a bra. he growled a little “Fuck look at you. perfect pretty girl. can i touch them baby?” you nodded and he shook his head his hand traveled to the back of your neck pulling you closer “Ah ah baby i gotta hear you say it okay? use your words for me, hm?” you swallowed nervousness and excitement coursing through you “Y-yes…please touch me” he hummed in appreciation “Good girl” his hands came away the back of your neck and to your tits squeezing and kneading softly feeling there shape. he leaned down and kissed the top of one of your breasts and bit down and sucked pulling the skin in to make a love bite, marking you as his own. You moaned and blushed deeply. he soon pulled off and let go of your tits his hand traveling around your neck “Lie back in the seat for me baby. i gotta have a taste of you” you nodded. your cunt was soaked through your panties you could feel it the wet patch there was probably noticeable. He traveled down kissing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach all the way to the waistband. His fingers curled around the waistband looking up at you for permission. you nodded and he wasted no time pulling it down revealing the pretty black pair you on. his chuckle was mixed with a light growl “Oh baby did you wear these just for me?” you and him both knew that this was not planned before hand so no but god damn it were you gonna entertain it “Y-yeah…wore them just for you” he hummed in appreciation and kissed your clothed clit making you jump a little “Knew you would. You’re such a good girl. always so sweet” you blushed and let out a shuddered breath. his fingers curled around the bottom of your panties and pulled them down off your legs and let them join the pile on the floor. he wet his bottom lip as he stared “O-oh baby…this is what you’ve hidden from me for far to long?” he kissed you clit reverently sending a shock of pleasure before he started to really get to it. his tongue licking at your slit and up to your clit. his lips wrapped around your clit and focused his tongue and attention there. you moaned and shivered. your hand traveling into his hair looking down at him only causing you to get more worked up. “o-oh fuck five god damn it” your head fell back as you panted. he chuckled sending another shock of electricity “That good baby?” you nodded. your thighs shook and threatened to close around his head. before they could his hands wrapped around them. keeping them opened “Ah ah baby keep them nice and open for me, good girl” he devoured you like you where the most delicious meal and you felt that cord within you tighten and threaten to snap. your moans came out louder and he knew you where close. his thumb came to your clit and rubbed gentle circles while his tongue focused on your slit. you felt your orgasm crash down on you and he licked away your cum with eagerness “mmm sweet tasting girl. perfect for me” he came up for air panting. his chin had your slick down it. he wiped away at it and leaned down to kiss you. his tongue and your taste together was divine. you moaned softly. you felt his hard cock through his pants. you pulled back “let me help you…please?” your hand traveled to palm him and he let out a stuttering breath “Only if you really want to baby.” you looked him in his eyes “i want too…please let me” he smiled and kissed you one more time and sat up and let you move to in front of him in the backseat.

you and him had moved the front seat chairs up so you and him could have room. He let out a shuddering breath as you unbuckled him from his cloth prison. once his boxers were pulled down and away his cock was up against his stomach your eyes widened a little in surprise cause he was bigger then you expected. i guess what the world didn’t give him in height gave in length. he chuckled “surprised?” you nodded a little more eagerly then you wanted it to be “Yeah… i am actually. im not say i was expecting it to be small i just thought you’d be average or something” he chuckled and his hand came to your head pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail “Doll, im hurt! uou had no faith in me?” five feigned hurt with a mock pout. you chuckled “im sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you” your lips went to his head. he groaned “Fuuuck, doll.” your tongue flattened and you took more of him. his hand was in your hair helping you bob your head. he groaned and his head rolled back “just like that baby mhm so good your taking me so good” you whined and looked up at him. he looked down at you and his cock twitched “Fuck baby you cant look at me like that i’ll blow my load to fast” you giggled a little till he pushed your head down more and groaned. he face fucked you bobbing your head for you. “Fuck just like that doll flatten that pretty fucking tongue!” he growled his eyes dark and his pupils blown wide. “Thats it take it like the good sweet girl you are. Good girl” he moaned and his head fell back against the seat. his balls tightened he came down your throat. you went wide eyed swallowing it down. he pulled out panting. he looked down at you his hands untangling from your hair and tucked your hair behind your ear and away from your face “You okay baby?” you nodded wiping away tears “Yeah i’m okay.” he smiled and helped you onto his lap and kissed you softly. “I was a little rough baby i’m sorry” his thumbs gently swiped away any remaining tears.

After he let you calm down and get together holding you closely you laid on the backseat. you and him had let the backseats down. you looked up at him as he shrugged off his suit and vest undoing his tie and throwing it to the pile. he sat back a little looking at your naked splayed out body. his hand pumped his cock a few times “Fuck sweetheart your gorgeous.” he crawled over you lining his cock with your waiting entrance. you swallowed. “Five…can you hold me while we do this? i wanna be close to you” he looked up at you and smiled. his arms went around your body. one around your waist the other around your shoulders. he kissed your neck and slowly pushed in “f-fuck baby your tight” he pushed all the way in. your breath seemed to stop for a minute your lips parted in a silent moan. he stayed still letting you get used to him “Its okay baby just breathe” thats when you remember to breath breathing in then out letting your body relax. once fully relaxed he started to move in then out slow and sweet thrusts wanting to savor you and the feel of your walls squeezing his cock. soft moans and shudders of breath came from both of you. “God i love you y/n its been to long of us dragging this out. I should’ve told you before” you shook your head you arms around him and his back “Its not just your fault- ah -i..i should’ve said something too” you and him moaned as the pace picked up a little but stayed mostly slow and sweet. your hearts beat in sync with each other just as it is should. your pants filled the car and his groans filled your ears. the windows of the car fogged up and the soft patter of the rain against the car gave a soft atmosphere. “Fuck baby i wish i could stay buried inside you forever” he let you go a little but stayed close his pace not stopping. he lifted on of your legs to his shoulder to get a deeper angel. the head of his cock kissing your g-spot perfectly causing your moans to come out louder. he felt your walls start to tighten around him indicating how close you where his thrusts went faster “Its okay baby i got you i got you cum for me…cum with me, fuck your such a good girl cum with me” his moans came out louder with yours. his hands found yours and held them intertwining you and his fingers. the cord within your stomach snapped and as soon as he felt your walls tighten his cock twitched and he came with you his cum pouring inside you filling you up. He groaned and slowed his pace going slow to fuck you through it but not to overstimulate you. you and him panted, a thin layer of sweat glistening on your bodies. he looked down at you and smiled softly moving some of the hair from your face that stuck to you away “You okay baby?” you nodded “yeah…yeah I’m okay…are you?” he smiled and chuckled “More then okay.” you looked up at him admiring him for all he was. he noticed your look and leaned down and kissed you softly and you happily kissed back. he pulled out of you causing you both to whimper a little. he pulled off looking at you “Come on lets get redressed. If you wanna we can come to my place and we can get cleaned up and relax the rest of the night” you smiled “i like that idea”

So both of you got redressed after he found some wet wipes to clean you up a little. you helped each other get redressed and soon drove home where you and him took a proper shower (Might’ve had a little round two in there) and relaxed for the rest of night laid in bed in one of his sweaters and watched a cheesy rom-com while cuddling under the sheets till you fall asleep.

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Hey there guys! i hope you like it! its my first time writing a smut. I was nervous writing this sorry for any grammatical errors or if it seemed rushed (i hope it doesn’t). I love you and stay safe y’all ❤️ 😘

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lay your love (on me)

「 ✦ seong gi-hun / reader ✦ 」

tags: nsfw // sub!gi-hon // s1, no games // dry humpingggg // reader wants that cookie bad a/n: only fitting that my first ever squid games post is smut cuz on god. i cannot get whiney pathetic needy gi-hun out of my BRAAAIN i need him so bad

Sometimes you swore Gi-hun could read your mind. 

It was 5pm on a quiet sunday, the sun had just started to pack up its shift for the day before the moon took over. Glorious oranges and yellows seeped through the window overlooking your living room. Golden hour was your favorite time of the day. You idly watched the alleyway from your living room table as people began to come home from their jobs and family outings, waltzing past your window, their shadows dancing by as they went. You crossed your legs on the floor, humming. Such a peaceful day. 

And yet you were anything but. You’d just come to terms with yet another random bout of friskiness when Gi-hun in all his post-shower glory, dared to step into the living room adorn in just his grey sweatpants. Shirtless, ruffling his towel over his soaked hair before running his hand through the dark locks to push it from his eyes. Little curls stuck to his forehead, and even better, you could watch the droplets absorbing the sun’s light travel down from his shoulders, to his chest, to his navel. Down his happy trail…

You were practically drooling. 

“What’s for dinner?” He asked, tossing his towel over a door to hang before he joined you on the floor, totally unaware that you were seconds away from jumping his bones. 

You shrug and tap your chin in meaningless thought. 

You are, you think.

“Couldn’t tell you. I have no idea what I want. You wanna pick?”

“Not really.” Gi-hun sighs deeply with a shrug. “I’d rather not cook today. I’m too tired. I had such a long day yesterday, and then I woke up today with some back pain, and blah, blah, blah-”

You aren’t even listening to him, if you’re being honest. You can already feel your pulse start to quicken under your skin. By the time he finally looks at you and see’s the way you’re eating him with your eyes, you’re already turning towards him and reaching out to run your fingers along his collarbones and shoulders. 

“What’s with that look?” Gi-hun leans on his palm away from you, trying to hide the way he’s already starting to blush furiously from his cheeks all the way down to his neck. When he doesn’t shy away from your feather light caresses, you can’t help but shrug with a coy smile.

“What look?” You hum. 

He swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he does. He won’t meet your eyeline now, having to physically duck down to bring his line of vision back to yours. There’s no way he doesn’t know what you’re up to, now, all bashful and shy like he isn’t already getting hard at the mere thought. 

You press your palms flat over skin and nudge him backwards. 

“Wait, hold on a second-” Like he isn’t all too willing to fall back on his ass when you apply just the littlest bit of pressure to his chest. Watching every move you make, he shudders out a gasp. “The windows open…”

“Come on.” You croon, pushing and urging him to sprawl his legs out, bent at the knees in front of you. He stares at you red faced and terse, lips pressing into tight lines, his eyes just wide enough to make you shiver in glee. You loved his expressions, just how easy he was to read. Because even though he was beet red and not immediately spreading his legs you could clearly see the want. He could never seem to hide that from you. 

“I don’t know,” He glances at the window once again, concerned. “Ye-jun will be home any minute now with his wife and- ah-...”

You cut off his anxious rambling by pressing the flat of your hand firmly in between his legs and you find that yes, you were absolutely correct in your suspicions. From just underneath his sweatpants, his dick is already twitching to life. He lets his head loll to the side, watching you grope him through his pants. 

“And?” Stalking up to him like a predator, you pull his knees apart, grant yourself even more access to his beautiful body. And he lets you. He whines when your hand leaves his aching cock feeling abandoned, but it’s worth it to watch the way his belly tightens when you dance your fingers over his abdomen. 

His eyes flicker between your eyes and your wandering hands. “They’ll hear us.”

But then he tips his head back and hisses when you find his cock again. His fingers drag over the floor, popped up by his elbows now. You notice he’s trying to not move, to not demand. He’s so hard you’re sure it must hurt with what little attention you’ve given him. 

“You don’t want them to know?” Nerves light up under your skin and spur you on. “You don’t want them to know what you get up to?”

He’s tense, shaking his head, trying to not let himself turn into a mess. He tries to fight it. Tries to act like he’s fighting it, but you know better. You know him. You swipe your tongue over your lips, grinning deviously. 

“Don’t want them to know you like it?”

Punctuating the end of your sentence, you give his member a squeeze, and goddamn does Gi-hun shudder so deeply, groan so heatedly, that it rumbles from somewhere far and buried in his chest. “Fuck, I-... Fff…”

“Well?” You’re driving him fucking crazy. You can see him falling apart, leaning further back, lips parted. He’s on the spot now, caught up between trying to rut into your hand and conjuring up real sentences and not garbled nonsense. 

“N-No, I don’t want them to hear.” He manages, forces it out in one breath. 

You fake a pout. “Well that’s no fun for me. Don’t I deserve to hear you? Aren’t I making you feel good?”

He peeks at you through his heavy lidded eyes and the fucking face he has is just too good. All puppy-dog eye’d, panting and blushing a furious crimson. It was perfect. He was perfect. You’ve got him cornered, now. Makes you shiver and squeeze your thighs together. You go in for the kill, bringing yourself close enough to kiss and nip at his lips. 

“I wanna hear you, Gi-hun.”

For the first moment or two, he gapes at you, unsure, but then you give him a good squeeze just the way he likes it and suddenly his head is tipped back and he cries out a broken moan. Keen’s so pathetically it almost breaks your coy façade in favor of climbing him right then and there.

“That’s it.” It takes a lot to keep your voice even, but you manage. Your other hand roams his chest, mapping out the lines of him, exploring the valleys and climbs of him. He shivers under your touch, riddled with goosebumps. You squeeze him again, run your thumb over his tip. 

“Please, I want to-” He cuts himself off with a sharp grunt, eyes scanning over the window before screwing shut. He’s still concerned with his noise level but his resolve is crumbling into nothing as the seconds tick by. He’s even already started to beg to cum and you had barely even started yet. It pulls your lips into a smile as you watch him, observe the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as he pants. Oh, the power you hold. 

“So go ahead, then.” You wrap your hand around the outline of his cock, precum starting to dot spots in the fabric. He writhes, thrusting up into your grip, even more so when you lean over him and start biting kisses into his neck and shoulder. Without restraint, you let him fuck your hand because he’s just been such a good boy for you and he deserves a reward for it. That, and the glaring fact that there isn’t much in this life that brings you more joy than watching him chase his own orgasm. There’s something magic about it, the way he loses himself and throws what little dignity he has out of the window. 

In those moments, shame would be nothing but a mere word to him. All haphazardly jerking hips and gasps and whines. So desperate, so needy. 

He bucks into your touch with a sense of want so urgent that you can’t help but deliver. You make a loose fist around his length and the man doesn’t waste a second before he’s found a nice rhythm languidly thrusting into your palm. Head tipped back in ecstasy, hands making fists at his sides. So receptive. 

So reactive.

Gi-hun likes to act like this isn’t his choice. Like you’re some predatory minx just waiting to get him behind closed doors so you could fuck and touch and tease him as you pleased. That he’s just being dragged along for the ride. Makes him feel like less of a deviant, you’re sure. And in some ways, he’s right. You do lurk and wait for any chance you can get to have him. You can’t help it. 

But even so, he knows exactly what to do to get you ticking. Little touches here and there, subtle words that you’d linger on. And then he crumbles under any pressure- which is what you do best. A little bit of pressure here and there. He lets his actions betray his words and his half-assed objections until every sentence loses all meaning. 

Gently, you run your thumb over his tip again. He lurches. 

“Thats, hah…” Incoherent nothings leave him in little gasping moans. He’s damn near whining as he squirms in his place and tries to maintain his rhythm. 

“Good?” Voice just above a whisper, you watch him with hungry eyes. He nods frantically and bumps his hips up in need of just a little more, speeding up, driving himself into your grip. You wonder if he could get off like this, fucking himself in your grasp, seeing stars when you’d squeeze or drag your fingers along the underside before swiping over his sensitive tip. Every muscle in his body constricts and his mewls have become something more wonton- loud groans and hissing cries. 

You sit back on your heels and observe the fruits of your labor. And fuck, is it a gorgeous sight. 

His legs are splayed wide open for you, body held up by his elbows, his back arching and his eyes half lidded staring unfocused at the ceiling, lost in the sensations of it all. His hips grind up with reckless abandon, aching to come. The whole scene makes your thighs squeeze together again, a reminder of the way you’d been neglecting yourself thus far. Your pussy throbs in time with your heartbeats, your hands shake as they snake down your body and dip below the waistline of your own shorts. 

Lips caught between your teeth, you can’t help but touch yourself. You deserve it by this point. You’re so turned on that by the time you finally swipe your fingers along your aching slit, you suck in a sharp breath that catches itself in your throat. Even without touching yourself until this moment, you’re fucking soaked. Gi-hun doesn't even notice it, too caught in quite literally trying to cum in his pants to realize you’re rubbing quick circles into your clit, eager at just observing the sheer state of him. 

You want him all over you. Above you, below you. Inside of you.

And as much as you loved to see him unhinged like this, you needed more. When he grits his teeth and tries to speed up, chasing something that’s just out of reach, it excites you so much that you feel fucking giddy. 

Because if you were being honest too, this was your favorite part. When he’s so mentally adrift that the only thing that exists to him is cumming. So feverish that when you finally offer your body to him he can’t do anything else except take and take and take. So frenzied and wild and desperate to get himself off like a mutt in heat that he essentially pounces and uses you as he needs. A specific, dirty mutual loss of control that has you cumming hard enough to drop by the time he’s through.

When you pull away from him, he acts like you’ve struck him. With wide eyes he cracks an eye open and peeks at you from over his rapidly heaving chest. The pathetic look he has to him only adds fuel to your fire, urges you to fuck him until neither of you can take it anymore. 

“Why…?” He whines without missing a beat, hands balling into fight fists. Makes you giggle. 

Always crying we shouldn’t be doing this yet whines like a whore when you stop. 

He looks like he could cry, and you realize that maybe he was close after all. But his worried expression quickly vanishes when you climb into his lab and he lets himself fall flat on his back, opting to rest his hands on your hips instead of the floor. Your pussy has soaked through the thin fabric of your shorts and you know he can feel it through his own when he tosses his head back and groans, “Fuck.”

“Come on,” You grind down into his lap and he grunts. “Go ahead, Gi-hun.”

So, he does. Just as you knew he would. 

It takes only a few seconds for him to completely give in to you, and to himself. He shifts and angles himself to drag his aching shaft along your core with every buck of his hips, hits your clit just right when you push back down against him. Then, in the blink of an eye, he’s shoving himself up into you so fervently, so intensely that you wonder if clothed penetration is suddenly on the table. There’s no build up in the way he’s fucking you through your pants, just vigorous thrusting that has you bracing yourself with your hands on his chest just to stay upright. 

That's it. Exactly what you needed.

Every single thrust makes you lean forward just a little more, curling over him, your heart pounding in your ears. It’s so fucking good- you love when he’s like this, carnal and lewd and unabashed in the way he’s rutting against you like his life depends on it. His grip is so iron, so tight on your hips that you’re sure it’s going to bruise. You hope it does. It’s hard to keep up with him, barely able to support yourself and biting hard on your lip so you could listen to the obscene noises leaving his lips. Delicious, shameless noises. 

If there was a heaven, this was surely it. Conjoined and fucked and breathing life into each others lungs. You wished you could stay like this forever. But, it doesn’t take long until you feel that familiar crescendo between your legs, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with every movement. You squirm, you thrash. It feels so fucking good. Before you feel you can properly appreciate it you’re already close and digging your fingers into the skin of his chest til little red marks dot his flesh and his name tumbles from your lips like a prayer on repeat-

Gi-hun. Gi-hun. Gi-hun.

For the first time since he’d first let himself fall back onto his ass, let you touch him and bring him to life, he looks at you. Really looks at you. His eyes are dark and far away, so clouded with lust that you can only dream to wonder what he could be thinking about. If he was even thinking at all. His hips slow for a brief moment but you scramble to grind down, pressing his cock to your needy slit with a whine. You’ll be damned if you’ll lose this now.  

“Don’t stop-” You plead.

He doesn’t. 

And fuck, does your little demand spur him on. He’s right back to it, letting his eyes squeeze shut once more. He brings himself to a half sit, laying his weight on one elbow while his other arm slings up over your shoulders and drags you down to kiss him by the back of your head. With one particularly powerful thrust and your lips trapped against his, you finally cum. 

It’s enrapturing. It’s all consuming. White hot from your face down to your curling toes, your nails digging into his skin. You keen and wail against his lips, hips stuttering to a still as you try to ride out the endlessly crashing waves of your orgasm. You pull away from his kiss to breathe, desperately gulping in air as you lurch with the aftershocks pressed chest to chest with him. His arm falls from the back of your head to your upper back. That’s when you first realize you’re trapped. 

You’re caged in his arms, one holding your heat flush against his own, the other pressing you flat and firm to his chest while he fucks against you like a mad man, unhinged, lost in the pleasure of you. Using you. At first you struggle to wrench your waist from his, overstimulated and over sensitive at the lack of reprieve. You thrash and press your forehead to his neck and sob out moaning gasps but he doesn’t allow you to separate, frantic to keep you exactly where you were. Chasing his own release despite your qualms. Your legs try to close around his waist in vain when he jumps his hips to reangle himself, damn near wailing as electricity sparks through your entire body when he nails your clit dead on with every powerful stroke. 

“G-hun! I-I’m so-”

God, you can’t even get the words out. He’s got you practically bouncing over his cock and in between shaking like a leaf and struggling to breathe properly you feel your second orgasm start to mount. It’s faster this time, almost painfully abrupt. So sensitive and he’s essentially fucking you through your clothes and it’s all just too much and too good. You almost feel you can’t take it, writhing in his unrelenting grasp. 

“Almost- mmn- there-” He manages, voice strained. “Fuck, I’m almost there-”

The second time you cum, you sob his name and soak him through his sweats. You don’t stop crying out, either, mewling and shouting and squirming as overstimulation ripped every noise you tried to hold back out of your throat. You’re sure you can’t take it now, tears gathering at your waterlines, hands desperately grasping for purchase until you realize his thrusts are growing sloppy and nonuniform, and his moans are broken up into desperate keening grunts. And fuck, he’s apologizing to you- babbling sorry and just a little more in your ear as if he’s not in control. As if he isn’t holding you down and fucking you until he’s finally, finally-

He bucks against you once, twice, and then he stills. His breath catches in his chest, his entire body tenses and locks up. You can feel him cum, his cock twitching from underneath you. He ruts up again, and again, three times to ride himself out despite your mewls of objection.

When his breath starts to leave him in low heaves, you’re freed from his animalistic hold. He falls flat on his back with you in tow, panting, seeing stars. You both breathe, exist, in tandem, coming down from your highs. It’s like being made of lead. Barely able to move, you manage to hoist your upper half up, leaning against his chest. His eyes are cracked open, unfocused, unprocessing in his post-sex haze. 

So you let yourself fall against him once more, spent. Everything felt so heavy now.

It takes a long moment before either of you collect yourselves enough to speak again. Like usual, he’s the first to break the silence.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he murmurs, breathless.

He’s guilty, but you can’t help it. You grin. 

You know how he hates it- to lose control like that. It’s embarrassing, he says it makes him feel like an asshole. 

You deserve better than that, he’d pout. I just couldn't help myself.

Little did he know how dearly you adored it, being used up whether you came or not. Not to mention, for the rest of the evening, you got the ultimate princess treatment. The man treated you like fucking glass, insists at your every whim if it means feeling like less of an animal. Probably because he has a natural guilty conscience. 

Mostly because you used it to your benefit. 

He swallows hard. Guilt is hardwired into his brain. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.” 

Though you knew you could easily say you already did, you instead opt to sighing against his skin. You hum. “Okay.”

Little manipulation never hurt, right? Not after you so kindly let him take you like that. Raw, and unrestrained. 

You both lay there like that in the afterglow. Your mind settled into a quiet, fucked out haze, whereas he was likely wondering what he could do for you to make up for it. Laying against him, at the edge of a satisfied sleep, you could die there and die happy. His hand pets down your back, runs through your hair. 

Oh, how you love him. 

Your attention is only torn from Gi-hun when you notice darkness shroud over the window. It’s quick, dashing from one side of the window to the other as two figures passed by. It seems your neighbors had been coming home soon, afterall. You giggle into his neck.

“Look who’s home.”

His chest constricts and he eyes the window quickly before shooting a worried glance back down to you. 

“You think they…?”

“Oh yeah. Heard every bit.” You giggle again, sitting up, foggy with sex and ignoring the way your body complains. 

Truthfully, you knew that they likely didn’t, having only just now meandered past your window, caught up in conversation on the way to their apartment. But you can’t help it, you love to tease him. He tosses his arm over his eyes and groans in pure shame, and god, if you hadn’t already been totally drained you could have taken him again right there. Shameful and shy, red from his cheeks to his chest, lips parted with short, puffing breaths. Something about it drove you mad. You couldn’t get enough of him. 

Instead of jumping his bones for a second time, you opted instead to roll off of him and lay flat on your back at his side, the floor striking cold in comparison to his warm body. You’d have another chance soon, anyways, soon. Very soon. Probably in the next hour or so when he does something particularly mundane or gives you a specifically pitiful look and for some reason you can’t help but start touching on him again. But till then, you were down for the count. 

He glances at the window again and shakes his head. “We're supposed to go out for drinks later, how am I supposed to look him in the eyes?”

You shrug with a yawn. “Don’t know. You’ll have to figure it out.”

Gi-hun wraps his arm around your side and pulls you against his side, flush. After a beat of silence, he says, “Hey, what do you want for dinner? I’ll cook.”

Your heart flutters, and you chuckle. “What about your long day yesterday, and your sore back?” 

“Don’t mind all that,” He says, waving it off. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it.”

“In a little bit.” You nuzzle into his side and yawn again, stretching an arm over his chest. He rubs circles into your waist. “Let’s lay here a little longer, yeah?”

When Gi-hun nods, you can feel the way his entire body relaxes all at once. His eyes slip shut, his breathing changes. He kisses the top of your head. Scratch what you said earlier- this must be heaven.

You doze off dreaming of Gi-hun, noodles, and tteokbokki.

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bad idea right? | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥��� summary: what happens in the squid game bathrooms, stays in the squid game bathrooms ・❥・word count: 1.2k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex. female reader. swearing. ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote smut in months so you'll have to forgive me if this is awful <3

It had started off like any normal day in the Squid Games. You’d woke up, got traumatised by the day’s game, cast your vote and then ate the meander meal they’d gave you – sandwich and a drink. Nothing out of the ordinary except today had been the day you had officially met Thanos. You had seen him around – his purple hair was hard to miss – but you’d never really spoke to him. In fact, most of the time, you kept to yourself but this game had meant that you had to pair up with people. There had been one moment where you were struggling to find a group when suddenly a flash of purple hair grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into a room with him and a few other boys. From that moment on, he had stuck by your side during the game even kicking out one of his closer friends. Why he had latched on to you, you had no idea but you couldn’t have been more thankful. If it wasn’t for him, you’d surely have been eliminated by now.

The moment you’d got back to the main holding area, he pulled you into a giant hug. His arms engulfed your body, pressing you flush against him as he rambled about how glad he was that you were safe and how he wanted to be with you and not his friend.

Somehow that had led to where you were now — locked in a bathroom stall with your back pressed against the cool wall, the pants of your sweatsuit down your legs. You weren’t exactly sure how you’d even got into this predicament. Maybe it was the feel of Thanos’ body pressing against yours, maybe it was the attention from the most handsome guy in this place — you had no idea. All you knew was that Thanos was on his knees, his mouth between your thighs devouring you like a man possessed.

His tongue flattened, licking a long stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his purple locks, tugging on them as his tongue swirled around your clit, flicking the sensitive bud. The moans falling from your lips were breathy as you tried to keep quiet. The last thing you needed was to get caught. Having sex in the bathroom was surely grounds for elimination. 

“You’re fuckin’ dripping, baby,” Thanos mumbled against you as he lapped up your juices. “You taste so good, Senorita. Could do this all day.”

His tongue alternated between teasing your clit and licking along your folds before he dove the muscle into your tight hole. A gasp emanated from your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair even tighter as he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Fuck, Thanos,” you panted. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you, wiping your juices from his lips with the back of his hand. Damn, could this man get any hotter? He rose to his feet, hand sliding to the back of your neck as he crashed his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he shoved his into your mouth, tangling with yours. Moaning into the kiss, Thanos used his free hand to pull his own sweatpants down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Jump,” he mumbled against your lips. Instantly, you obliged. His hands caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His length brushed against your folds causing a shudder to run through your body. Was it just this place? Because you had never wanted someone so badly before in your life. Never had you felt so desperate. The lingering fear of death was probably a factor – making you crave as much intimacy as humanly possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about these games, senorita.”

Before you could even reply, he nudged the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing into you with one hard thrust. His hand flew up to cover your mouth, hiding the loud moan you’d let out at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you. He drew his hips back until he was almost all the way out then thrust back in, hard. He set a fast past, withdrawing his hand from your mouth so he could grab at your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh hard enough he was sure to leave bruises but you didn’t care. The feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, the draw of his cock along your walls was enough for you to feel like you were in heaven. Nothing else really mattered in that moment.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Taking me like a champ,” he groaned, his eyes glancing down to watch his dick move in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bathroom stall. His hands slid down your back to grab your ass, pulling your body into him as he fucked into you to take him deeper. 

“Oh, right there, right there,” you whimpered as he hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Thanos smirked, covering your whimpers with his mouth as he picked up his pace. He made sure to angle his hips so he hit that sweet spot over and over again to the point you were a whimpering, moaning mess babbling nonsense about how good he felt inside you.

Your hands clawed at his back, head thrown back against the wall as he pounded into you with animalistic speed. He was like a man possessed, fucking you with an inch of your life to bring you both to ecstasy. One of his hands reached up into your hair, yanking your head back roughly. “Come for me, Senorita. Show me who’s making you feel this fucking good.” 

He could feel your walls clamping down around him, bringing his own climax closer. He redoubled his efforts, covering your mouth once again sensing how close you were. His body felt like it was on fire as he thrust his hips relentlessly against yours. His forehead rested against yours as his grunts came more frequently, trying his best to keep quiet himself. Then, he felt it, his balls tightening as he toyed on the edge of ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out, though it was a mumbled against his hand. Your body shook as your orgasm crashed over you, hips bucking wildly against his. The feeling of you coming undone around his cock finally pushed him over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming. Fuck,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck, his teeth biting down on your skin as he thrust into you one last time, hips stilling as he painted your insides with his release. After a few minutes, he finally caught his breath back, pulling out of you with a hiss. He tucked his softening length back into his pants, leaning back against the wall on the other side of the stall. His eyes watched you as you pulled your own clothes back on. Both of you knew this had to stay between you, if anyone found out they’d surely use it to get you eliminated from the games.

Your fingers ran through your hair trying to at least make yourself look presentable before you went back into the pits of hell. “Well…”

He held his hand up. “No worries, gorgeous. Maybe if you’re lucky, we can have a repeat of this after the next game.” He unlocked the door, his arm outstretched to let you out first. “That’s if you make it this time.”

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If you’ve ever been camping in the woods when you’re used to sleeping in the suburbs, it’s so so dark and quiet.

Eerily so.

When you’re used to the occasional car passing by or siren, the silence of the woods is so creepy, especially in the pitch black darkness.

We’re used to the light pollution from street lamps and glowing business signs. So not being able to see a single thing an inch in front of your face is really scary.

The slightest sound is amplified because of how quiet everything is.

I can not image how scary it would be when you know not a single soul is around. Imagine buildings settling in the pitch black darkness. He can’t see anything but he can hear things shifting.

That has to fuck with your sanity.

I'm thinking about Five again (when am I not) and... do you think he was ever afraid of the dark?

Hear me out. I don't think Five would have been afraid of the dark before the apocalypse, but then he got stuck in it, and the nights were so dark.

There were fires at first, so it wasn't that bad in the beginning. He got through it. Eventually, the sky cleared up, so he had moonlight to work with as well.

But what about in between? What if the fires went out but it still took a while for the sky to clear up? The nights wouldn't only have been darker than ever, they would also have been so quiet.

Five would have been able hear the wind, his own breathing, the cockroaches, whatever sounds there are to hear in a desolate world... but that's it. If Five did hear, say, a building collapsing in the middle of the night, he wouldn't be able to see where. If the roof was about to fall down on his head, he'd have no way of knowing that except by sound. He could blink, but he'd still be doing it blind.

Or what if he got stuck in a basement while looking for supplies? Say he didn't have the energy to jump out or he had to stay inside until a storm passed. Maybe he had a flashlight, but I doubt he'd waste the batteries just to give himself some light while he sits there and waits.

So, anyway. Fast forward 40+ years and there's a power outage at the Academy. For a moment he's back there, he's all alone in the dark, panic clawing up his throat.

That's all I have for now, but yeah. Food for thought.

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Youth and Cherry

Relationship: Bernard the Elf x Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,415

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Summary: There was only one thing that Bernard loved more than being the Head Elf for Santa; her.

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“Why’d you do it, Bernard?” Scott Calvin asked the, now older, elf. No response could come to mind. But after a minute or two of thought, his lips started forming words.

“Well…” he trailed off, reflecting on every choice that lead him to the situation he found himself in.

~

Christmas, 2003

Snow billowed down in the small town. Walking around, Bernard smiled at the Christmas spirit that was still in the air, even after the holiday had passed. Scott had granted him a small vacation, which he accepted begrudgingly. It was only three days, but Bernard was struggling to not head back to the North Pole and check in on everything.

Strolling down the street, Bernard could not help but watch as a family walked on the other side. Husband and wife, with a little one in the stroller, and another on the dad’s shoulders. He didn’t know if he was ever going to have that. Sure, Bernard would like something like that, love it even. But between the stress and long hours of being the Head Elf for Santa, and his general stance of keeping to himself, that didn’t lend itself a lot of time to meet a nice elf girl to spend his long life with. Still, watching that family talk and joke as they made their way down the sidewalk, Bernard’s heart hurt.

He should have been watching here he was going. Or maybe she should have. Which ever the case was, it did not stop the inevitable which was falling down. Bernard, knocked out of his thoughts, narrowly missed hitting his head on the icy concrete below.

“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry about that! Are you okay?” Bernard’s pointed ears caught a sweet voice flowing through the air.

Looking up, he saw what he could only describe as an angel, with a heavenly light behind her hair. In reality, the street lamp was flickering behind the wild hair that poked through. Her beanie laid on the snow covered ground as she tried to help Bernard up. The hands that gripped his own were the warmest he had ever felt.

Elves are warm blooded creatures by nature, especially Christmas elves. They had to be naturally warmer to survive the constant cold temperatures, but this was something different. As he stood up, Bernard watched with careful eyes as the girl’s expression shifted to one of concern.

“It’s alright, miss. I should’ve watched where I was going. Are you okay?” The woman let out a puff of air into the night, and chuckled.

“I’m okay, thanks. Now if only I could find my hat. I really hate my ears getting cold.” She looked around and patted her pockets as she tried to find the article of clothing. Bernard looked as well, and crouched down the second he saw it. However, she seemed to spot it at the same time, and also reached for it, causing their hands to meet. Bernard swore he felt a shock go through him when their hands touched, like getting zapped with magic. When he looked up, he could see the shock on her face. Quickly, they stood up together but refused to let go of the hat. Only when he realized that he still had possession of the hat, did he let it go.

“I would hate for them to get cold. Can I get you a cocoa? Just as a sorry, perhaps?” Bernard had no clue why he was stuttering and blushing like a young elfling again.

“Cocoa? You want to get cocoa?” Brushing the snow off of her hat, the woman arched an eyebrow at him.

“Well… I uh- um, I just thought that maybe you’d- might let me make it up to you.” He managed to get out, though he was not sure how.

“Relax. I’d really appreciate it. I know of a good cafe just down the way thank you can make it up to me at.” She smiled at the man.

Sticking his hand out, he muttered, “I’m Bernard, by the way.”

She replied in kind, which reassured the elf in hiding. Nodding her head down the street, they began to walk together in near silence. The was until she began to spin up another conversation.

“So, do you live here or just passing through?” Her shoulder knocked into his as they walked down the sidewalk in the snow.

“Oh, um, just passing. I’m on vacation but I’m doing it by traveling.” Bernard answered honestly, smiling at her with what he knew was a dumb little grin.

“That sounds lovely. Maybe I can convince you to stay just a bit longer.” She winked at the elf, who could feel his ears flush with color underneath his hat.

“Shoot!” Something fell to the ground, making soft thudding sounds until it started to roll on the icy sidewalk. Bernard kneeled down to grab it, apparently at the same time as she did. But he got to it first. All that was on the ground was a tube of cherry flavored lip gloss.

“Did we make this?” The words he muttered slipped out before he could stop them.

“Unless you work for a makeup company, probably not. Thanks for grabbing it.” Helping to stand Bernard up, she took her gloss from his hands and reapplied some quickly. Doing it so often for so long meant that she could just do it without looking in a mirror; it was all feeling.

“Sorry, I um…” he cleared his throat, watching her unintentionally, “I just work in a large factory. A workshop, really. Maybe my people made it is all I mean to say.”

“You certainly don’t look old enough to be in a supervisor position already.” She teased, tucking the gloss back in a secure pocket, and continuing their walk.

“You would be surprised.” That was all he was able to offer her. There was just something in him that told him to not lie to her, ever.

Coming upon the cafe, Bernard held the door open for her to walk in front of him. Catching a whiff of cherries, he quickly decided that it was going to be his new favorite smell. He was especially thankful that he took Scott’s advice and got some currency exchanged for normal money in case he needed it. Because it would have been very awkward to ask her for cocoas, order them, and then have her pay. However, because he listened, that was not going to happen.

“Cocoa for you.” Bernard announced, setting a cup in front of her at the little table she had migrated towards. Wrapping her hands around the cup, she was enjoying the warmth that it brought her.

“Thank you. Ya know, I have never had anyone offer me cocoa as a repayment for knocking into me.” Blowing softly onto the steaming liquid, her eyes cut up through her lashes to look at Bernard while she took a sip. Meanwhile, the elf was trying very hard to not be knocked off his feet so to speak. The ring of her lipgloss that was left was the clencher though.

“Well, ya know…” he trailed off, unable to get his thoughts together. “I just wanted to spread a little magic.”

“You’re an odd man, Bernard,” this man him pause as a hand shot to where he hoped his ears were not visible, ”I like it.”

A sigh of relief. He began to chuckle, taking a sip of his cocoa, and she also began to chuckle. She had him there for a minute, but thankfully, he was alright. Bernard could get used to this; being around her, listening to her laugh, and enjoying some cocoa on a cold winter’s night.

~

“Wow…” Scott trailed off after listening to this story. Bernard looked down at his hand where his wedding ring glinted in the lights.

“Yeah.”

“Was it worth it?”

That question shook the elf from his thoughts. His knee-jerk reaction was yes, but having to explain it was the tricky part. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Bernard allowed a smile to over take his face.

“Definitely. It’s been a wonderful life, Santa. I wouldn’t change it for anything.” Bernard replied, looking at the older man with pride. Scott held out his right hand, and clapped him on the back once he shook his hands. The two men did not need words between them because they both knew; marriage was a good thing to spend your life with.

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This links to a wheel with nearly a hundred fic tropes for plots, settings, and more. Spin it twice.

This could also work with art inspiration, but the buttons only allow for so many characters on them. And please do ramble in the tags! I'm going to have no idea what most of you are talking about, and it's going to be great.

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You guys ever make a fan oc and get really attached that anytime you see canon stuff you get confused on why your oc isn’t there and then remember you made them?

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(poly!) Dabi | Touya Todoroki x Hawks | Keigo Takami x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Notes from Elle: currently fixating over dabihawks x reader and wanted to write a little something. Enjoy!

Warnings: established poly!relationship, no quirks au (none mentioned or used), pwp, petnames: angel & baby - by keigo, babe & princess - by touya, a bit of voyeurism, marking, oral: m + f rec., unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap friends), dirty talk by both kei and touya, general threesome things, otherwise pretty tame. let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Cross-posted to ao3: @ ladysilva

Banner cred to @arcielee

Do not copy or translate my works. Thanks!

What a day, you think, closing your car door and heading toward the door to your apartment building. After a long work shift, you can’t wait to kick back and relax at home. While waiting for the elevator, you glance down at your phone to check your messages. You had planned to stop at the store to pick up a few essentials after work, texting Keigo and Touya that you’d be home a bit later than usual. However, after a few minutes of driving and navigating rush-hour traffic, a tired feeling set in and you opted to go straight home instead. Keigo texted back a while ago:

[kei] alright angel, we’ll see you at home 😘

Touya doesn’t respond, though he has seen the message. Probably because they’ve both been together at home all day, you let out a little sigh. Lucky ducks. The elevator pings, and you start down the short hallway. Your keys jingle softly as you reach to unlock the door of your shared apartment. You’re greeted with silence.

It is an unspoken rule in your relationship that whoever is at home for the day cooks the evening meal, and usually on days like today you walk in to Keigo in front of the stove while Touya lounges at the table nearby, teasingly critiquing his cooking skills. Now, there are a few ingredients out on the counter, but otherwise no trace of your boys. That is, until you hear a faint sound come from the hallway. You stop moving to listen for a minute, and sure enough another muffled noise makes its way to your ears.

Curious, you creep toward your shared bedroom, and the door is cracked open just slightly. Hiding your body from view, you peek inside. Touya’s back is against the headboard of your bed, neck arched back, eyes closed, and body on full display. One of his hands fists the sheets, the other is tangled in a mess of familiar blond hair bobbing up and down between his spread legs. Keigo’s shirtless, face flushed, and bracing himself with both hands on Touya’s thighs, enthusiastically swallowing down the cock in front of him. You feel a wave of arousal go straight to your core at the sight of it. Keigo pulls his head away, using his hand to give a few slow strokes down Touya’s length and planting a wet kiss on his pretty tip. Touya lets out a low growl.

“Fuuuuck, don’t be a tease right now.” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” comes the reply from Keigo, who looks content to continue at his current pace.

Touya grips Keigo’s hair tighter and pushes his mouth back onto his cock, angling his head further downwards this time. He lets out another one of those sinful sounds, and you dip a hand down into your pants to tease your clit, the other still hanging on to the door frame as you continue to watch the scene unfold in front of you. Keigo lets Touya buck his hips upward, and his jaw slackens as he lets out a moan of his own. Their movement gets faster and faster and you continue to stroke yourself, trying to be quiet so as to not be caught. It’s not often you get to see them like this, completely wrapped up in pleasure and arousal, Touya desperately chasing his high and Keigo doing whatever he can to help him get there. 

“Shit - cumming.” He grunts, still fucking Keigo’s mouth while he rides out his climax. You whimper softly and immediately feel Touya’s icy blue eyes lock on to yours through the door frame. Hand and body freezing in place, you curse yourself for giving your presence away.  Keigo swallows, sighing deeply, then flops onto his side. Touya finally looks away, and you attempt to sneak back down the hallway before you hear his gravelly voice.

“Wasn’t expecting you home for a while, babe. Are you enjoying the show?” He drawls.

Your cheeks heat up, and you pull the door open with a creak, revealing yourself to your boys. Keigo props himself up on one elbow, amber eyes finding you and sparkling with mischief.

“Hey, angel.” He gives you a lazy smile. “Just what did you think you were doing, trying to sneak around like that?” 

“I wasn’t being sneaky, I promise-” you start, but Touya interrupts.

“I don’t believe that for a second, babe. I could tell you were watching us the whole time.” 

“Dirty girl. Were you getting off to it?” Keigo cocks an eyebrow at you, and you suddenly feel a little self-conscious.

“Maybe…” you say shyly, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. Touya moves like lightning to where you’re standing and hooks his thumb under your chin, bringing your mouth to his for a passionate kiss. Keigo undoes his belt and pulls out his cock, lazily stroking it as he watches Touya lap into your mouth with his tongue. You tangle your hands into his hair and pull lightly, making him groan onto your lips as his hands find the buttons on your shirt and deftly undo them. It gets tossed somewhere in the room for you to find later. Still kissing Touya, you make a move towards the bed and he lifts you up and carries you over. Your legs lock around his waist and you can tell that he’s hard again when you feel his arousal brush against your ass.

He places you down and crawls over top of you, lips going straight to your neck and sucking at it, leaving a few marks in his wake. Keigo crawls over to the two of you, admiring your body as he does.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so gorgeous, so cute when you get all shy like that.” he teases, running a hand down your side. Touya’s made his way down to your chest now, bra pulled down to access your nipples and toy with them with his fingers and tongue. You moan softly as you make eye contact with Keigo, his hands still stroking up and down your body with feather-light touches. He leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. You reach a hand down and wrap it around his shaft, and he groans. 

Touya goes for your pants next, pulling them right off you. Your breath hitches as he nips one of your thighs and looks up at you with those piercing eyes again while settling between your legs. You squirm as Touya moves your panties aside and runs a long finger down your slit. 

“You’re fucking soaked down here, princess. I knew you were touching yourself over there.” He muses. 

“I couldn’t help it, you just both looked so sexy.” You say huskily, and Touya continues with those light caresses while Keigo attacks the other side of your neck with his mouth, hands palming your chest. 

“Not so shy anymore, are you, angel?” Keigo chuckles against your neck, moaning when you tighten your grip around him and moving your hand a bit faster. His cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink and you kiss him again with fervor. Your attention snaps back to Touya again as he gives a rough suck to your clit, grinning when he feels you shiver with need. He repeats the action to coax another sound out of you. 

“Enough with the teasing, Touya!” You whine. “Please just touch me.” The doe eyes you give him are enough to make him give in - almost. 

“You’re in no place to be making demands, babe. Seems to me you haven’t thanked Keigo for that little show earlier yet. Why don’t you show him some love with that sweet mouth of yours while I play with this pretty pussy?” He hums, pulling away from your heat and motioning to Keigo.

“Sounds like a good compromise to me. What do you think, baby? Wanna choke on this cock?” You nod, now completely worked up and desperate for any kind of contact. Keigo shifts onto his knees near your head. You angle your head to the side and adjust as Keigo eases into your throat. You hollow your cheeks with the suction you know he goes crazy over, your hand stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth as your head bobs. Meanwhile, Touya makes good on his promise between your legs as he dives into your pussy. He eats you sloppily, alternating between worming his tongue deep inside you and sucking your clit, groaning as your taste floods his tongue.

“So good at sucking cock, angel, so fucking good-” Keigo moans. His hand threads into your hair and he begins to thrust his hips towards your mouth. “Such a pretty little thing, swallowing this dick so well, shit!” He shifts his hips to angle his strokes deeper. Your throat stings a little, but you’re too lost in the pleasure building between your legs to notice it much. 

Touya now has his fingers thrusting and scissoring inside you, his tongue still working its magic on your clit and building that knot of pleasure in your stomach. The room is filled with a cacophony of sounds from all three of you. 

“I know you’re almost there, princess. I can feel you clamping down on my fingers.” Touya murmurs into you, purposefully moving his fingers deeper. 

“Fuck angel, - so good - you gonna cum on Touya’s tongue? Make a mess for us, yeah?” Keigo’s starting to ramble, a telltale sign he’s close to his climax as well. He continues to thrust into your mouth until he stills, letting out a strangled moan and painting your throat white. Hearing Keigo snaps your own coil and you throw your head back onto the pillow. Touya has to drape an arm across your hips to keep you from bucking upwards too much as your orgasm finally rips through your body. 

You lay still on your back for a moment, chest heaving. Both boys move to lay on either side of you. “That was incredible. Thank you Touya,” You turn to him and place a chaste kiss on his lips, then lean over to Keigo to do the same “Thank you Kei. Love you both.” 

Keigo hums. “You’re welcome songbird. Love ya too, but I’m not sure we’re quite done yet.” He motions to the man behind you. Touya’s eyes hungrily roam up and down your body, palming his still-hardened length. You meet his gaze, then look in question to Keigo, who shrugs.

“I’m spent for right now, but I’m happy to watch.” His amber eyes have that mischievous gleam in them again. Touya wastes no time to climb over you and line himself up with your dripping entrance. He slowly sinks into you and both moan, you at the stretch and him at your silky walls sucking him in. Keigo’s got himself situated laying on his side, one hand cupping your face lovingly.

“You should have seen how pent up Touya was earlier, baby. He practically dragged me in here to get started after you told us you’d be late.” Keigo chuckled.

“If I remember correctly, it was your needy ass who couldn’t wait until Princess here got home.” Touya growled in reply, picking up the pace of his thrusts a bit. “As if I’d lose my composure like that.” 

“Whatever you say, but that doesn’t sound like me at all,” Keigo sits up and mashes his lips against Touya’s in a flurry of teeth and tongue. 

“Shit, Touya. Keigo.” You moan as Touya breaks his kiss with Keigo to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, making the angle deeper and so much more satisfying than before as he continues to fuck you into the matress. Keigo opts to tease his thumb over your clit, relishing in the sounds you continue to make. His lips find your neck to kiss at it and whisper in your ear.

“Look at you being so good for us, angel. You like when we ravage you like this?”

“Fuck, yes! Love it - love it so much. So close!” You choke out. Touya takes this as a cue to go harder, the caress of his tip on your g-spot overwhelming and the slap of his balls against you echoing in the room. 

“Mmmm, can’t get enough of the way you squeeze me, Princess. Love this fucking pussy so much, gonna mold it into the shape of me, fuck! Be a good girl and cum on my fucking cock.” Touya groans. 

“Go on, baby, do what he says and cum for us.” Keigo goads, now rubbing tight circles on your clit. You hurdle over the edge at full speed, Touya not far behind you. He pulls out and spurts his release all over your stomach. 

Touya collapses onto the bed beside you and Keigo, still panting hard. He looks at you, your chest heaving from the intense orgasm.

“You okay, princess?” He asks. He might be exhausted, but he knows he can be rough and makes a point to always check on you after sex. 

“Yeah, I’m good, thank you.” You sigh back, running a hand through your hair. Touya gets up to grab a rag from the closet, and drags it over your stomach and pussy to clean up the mess. You whimper, still sensitive. 

“Did you have a good shift, baby?” Keigo asks, holding your hand gently.

“It was fine. Long,” you reply. “I was too tired to stop anywhere on my way back, though, so we don’t have anything for supper.”

The three of you take turns showering, order in food, and spend the rest of the evening cuddling comfortably on the couch. 

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

Five is so used to death and murder I think once he realized exactly what was happening, he would become so desensitized to what’s happening and be focused on winning. And if he was put in a game where his win was directly responsible for someone’s death (like the marble game) then he wouldn’t really care. He’d care in a way but not the way most people would.

And of a fight broke out he would also be extremely good at holding his ground. He could take on an entire group of TRAINED assassins by himself, he’s be able to take out a good chunk of random people if he really had to.

And he’s scary smart. A lot of the games (at least in season 1 I only just started season 2) are probability based. The glass bridge definitely was and tug of war was strategy based. They were free to pick what game they wanted to play with marbles but most of those are also probability and strategy based. Both things Five is insanely good at.

Five could easily win the squid games. The only thing that may falter him…is if his siblings were also in the games.

Very self-indulgent post but I’ve been wanting to make a TUA x Squid Game au sooo…