#46 and fine as hell

[fandomtransmandom]

Happy Birthday,

Bill Hader💙🎉

And it's also National Donut Day!🍩

[kuiinncedes]

lol i can’t tell if i’m up bc of jet lag or bc of the small amount of energy drink i had btwn like 5-8pm or bc of my normal i don’t want to go to sleep so i’m constantly on my phone btwn short attempts to fall asleep which def doesn’t help me fall asleep 👍

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 8:46

“Do you have dimples?”

Bakugou doesn’t understand it himself, but you always find your way back to his house after your first visit—asking these out-of-the-blue questions that seem to have no end to them. It’s like a curse has befallen him, one that follows him wherever he goes.

For a moment, his eyes snap in your direction, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side, though his intense glare never once wavers. He didn’t know what the hell you were getting at, and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to even want to know why you were asking about something so random.

Honestly, he should be used to it by now. But the thing is, he isn’t, because sooner or later you’ll be popping out of nowhere with another of your pointless questions.

“Hah?”

“I asked, do you have dimples?” you repeated.

His eye twitches at the repeated question, and as much as he’d like to give you a snappy remark to get you to stop, he can’t seem to come up with one. So, for the time being, he decides to humor you (and hope for the best that you drop it and move onto another topic).

“Why the hell are you asking?”

“Because Kaminari and I made a bet whether you have dimples or not. I went with yes, you do have them—even if it’s a singular dimple, but Kaminari says otherwise,” you explained, tapping your finger softly against the coffee table.

He scoffs at the childish reason. “And what makes you think I do have one?”

“A hunch,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I also have just one.” You smiled, showing off your obvious singular dimple on your right cheek.

Bakugou glances at your dimple for a brief moment, eyes scanning over your face and the way that the dimple seemed to perfectly dip into the soft skin of your cheek. He almost found himself entranced for a moment, but his gaze returned to your eyes as he huffed out in mock disinterest.

He was about to dismiss your hunch—maybe just flat-out refuse to even show you—or come up with a lie. But Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t a liar.

“What happens if you win the bet?”

“I get 3000 yen,” you answered.

That’s a lot, he thought.

“I can pay you 3000 yen to shut the fuck up and stop with the useless questions.”

“There’s no fun in that!”

He scoffs again as he leans back against the sofa, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupidity. He eyed you for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he sighed. “And what happens if you lose the bet?”

“He gets 3000 yen.”

Bakugou almost wanted to laugh at the fact that you were putting so much faith and money on a simple guess, but he managed to hold back on the amused expression and forced himself to remain calm and unbothered.

He leaned back a bit more, relaxing against the plush seats, letting out a mocking “tch” before he said, “What if I don’t show you if I have a damn dimple or not?”

“Please? Oh my god, Bakugou. Don’t do this to me now! Kaminari’s going to do a ‘victory dance’ when he finds out he won by default,” you half-whined.

He was about to give you his final choice when suddenly you started whining at him. Bakugou rose an eyebrow at you, lips quirking to a frown. As idiotic as it is to him, it looks like it was quite a serious matter to you.

“Tch. Whatever.”

You threw your hands to your face, groaning. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Spare me some sympathy—and be a team player for once!”

He found himself fighting a scowl at the way you acted. It was somewhat different this time around, and it was making him feel weird. Damn it. You’re a goddamn nuisance.

“Alright, fine. Just—” He motioned with his hand for you to come closer, an almost annoyed expression on his face. “If you tell anyone else about this other than Dunce Face, I’ll make sure you don’t ever see the next sunrise.”

“That doesn’t sound heroic at all—but yes, of course!” you cheered. “Just a little smile, and I shall confirm the goods.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up,” he muttered under his breath, already regretting giving into your stupid request but at the same time knowing that he would never let Kaminari win against you in all circumstances possible.

He let out a huff and hesitantly let the sides of his own lips quirk up into a half-assed attempt at a smile, but from the way it was so rigid, it looked more like a painful grimace.

You gave him a confused, somewhat flat look in return. “Dude, you look like you’re about to shit yourself—mmph! ” You didn’t get to finish what you were saying as Bakugou’s palms immediately squished your cheeks together to shut you up.

“Oh shut it, dipshit,” Bakugou grumbled, his grip on your cheeks tightening ever so slightly as he forced you to pout your lips. “You were asking for a smile. I give one, and you wanna give me smart ass remarks about it?”

“I didn’ even gwet toh shee anythin’! That’s how bwad ith was,” you muffled out through pouty lips.

“Are you gonna keep yapping and bitching about what you asked for, or are you gonna accept my goddamn smile?”

“Fine, fine!” you yielded, pushung his hands away from your face. “Do it one more time, and I’ll actually check this time.”

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were wondering if you were going to actually do as you said or go against it and keep making smart-ass comments. But as you yielded, he let out a sigh and decided he’d rather just get this done and over with. 

Less hassle for him.

He repeated his ‘smile’ from before, which looked more like a forced sneer, and he waited for your verdict. This was his last straw; he was going to murder you (not).

You had to hold back your laughter but failed to do so. “I really can’t— Bakugou, please! ” you mused, hitting his shoulder playfully. “Your ‘smile’ reminds me of that time Kirishima had to hold the biggest shit before the bell rings.”

That caught Bakugou off guard. He remembered the memory of Kirishima’s panicked expression and the weird waddle he’d walked around in as he desperately tried to find a bathroom made Bakugou snort under his breath.

“Oh my god, you’re laughing!” you gawked. “And have a dimple! Just a singular one, like mine! We’re matching.”

There it was. A singular dimple on his left cheek.

Bakugou tried to regain his lost composure and let out a scoff in an attempt to mask the slight tint of pink that reached the tip of his ears. He forced his hand onto your face, shoving you (lightly, if he may add) away from him to prevent you from getting another look at his dimple.

“It’s not a worldwide discovery, dumbass. I can fucking laugh if I want to, and it’s just a fucking indent on the cheek.”

“Still cute,” you shrugged, pulling up your phone to text Kaminari. “I need to let Kami know that I won the bet, then we celebrate with bubble tea— my treat!”

“Hey wait— You—“

He tried to protest against your sudden celebration, wanting to tell you that he wasn’t going to let you treat him for anything. This whole damn thing started because of a stupid bet, and he doesn’t really find joy in gaining something from it, but as you pulled out your phone and began to text Kaminari, he sighed and leaned back again with his arms crossed tight against his chest.

“Whatever. You’re fucking annoying.”

“Kay,” you answered. “Also, your actual smile is pretty charming, if you ask me. It’s different from the usual sneer you have on your face. That’s just my opinion, though.”

Bakugou’s face grew a bit warm at your unexpected compliment, but he quickly tried to hide it and turned his head to avert his gaze away from you. His mouth opened to reply with a snappy remark or something like that, but he found himself hesitating.

He eventually scoffed and muttered a low, “Tch. Stop spouting nonsense.”

“Bakugou Katsuki has a singular dimple,” you sing-songed aloud, though you knew that no one would hear since his parents weren’t even home.

Bakugou felt his eyes twitch at your teasing, resisting the urge to tell you off and even going as far as to just punch your shoulder lightly. “Shut the fuck up, dipshit.”

He later found out that there was no bet, and you had just made up the whole scenario to confirm your curiosity. That Bakugou Katsuki does have a dimple, a singular one at that.

Could you imagine how furious he was?

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[cinnamanz]

— ִ ࣪✮🕷✮⋆˙ DARLING, I .ᐟ ·˚ ༘ MANON BANNERMAN

when new york city’s widely-known spider-woman's life becomes unknowingly entwined with a member of the rising global girl group katseye, she learns that juggling superhero duties, university, and a sudden crush may or may not just be the downfall of her. but hey, at least she's helping people, right?

tags .ᐟ smau, crack, fluff, idol x superhero, unserious awkward losers, coarse language, suggestive themes, university! au, horrible jokes

featuring .ᐟ katseye, itzy, skz, le sserafim.

pairing .ᐟ manon bannerman x reader.

status .ᐟ completed— 5 jan 25.

notes .ᐟ this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau, nor are the photos used to portray y/n. also let's just say that some kpop groups are currently living in nyc. IGNORE THE TIMESTAMPS. divider creds: @/adornedwithlight.

PROFILES!

nightmare blunt rotation brainrotted fine shyts brainrotted fine shyts 2.5

01. YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD SPIDER-WOMAN!

02. TOO LIT!

03. CAKE!

04. SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST!

05. WEDGIES IN A SPANDEX!

06. MAMA A MINION GIRL BEHIND YOU!

07. FREAKY N PROUD!

08. WUH LUH WUH?

09. LOST IN TRANSLATION!

10. STALKER!

11. IT'S A DATE!

12. SICK N TIRED!

13. BOOTS R QUAKING!

14. SO ANXIOUS!

15. AND THE CROWD IS CONFUSED?

16. CANDIDS!

17. NEW YEAR, NEW ME!

18. NEW YEAR, NEW FRUSTRATIONS!

19. FEMALE DJS DO IT BEST!

20. JENNIFER!

21. LAST STRAW!

22. BLOCKED!

23. THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED!

24. SO COOKED!

25. WHAT DOES IT #MEAN?

26. HEIROGILGER AHH TEXT!

27. QUEEN NEVER CRY!

28. THE TYPE OF GREED THEY TALK ABOUT IN THE BIBLE!

29. EYES ON ME!

30. FINALLY!

31. ONE HELL OF A DATE!

32. HALLELUJAH!

33. TOO GAY TO FUNCTION!

34. EMBARRASSING!

35. BLOCKED PT. 2!

36. THREE WEEKS!

37. SPIDER-WOMAN!

38. APOLOGY GIFT!

39. SALUTATIONS BEAUTIFUL!

40. IDGAF WAR!

41. APOLOGY GIFT PT. 2!

42. BLOCKED PT. 3!

43. SO HELP ME GOD!

44. OH SHIT!

45. LIFE OR DEATH!

46. STUPIDITY!

47. LIZARD THING LIVESTREAM!

48. MOVIE DATE!

49. WOMAN ON A MISSION!

50. SUSPICIONS!

51. GO HOME!

52. THE END!

bonus! incorrect quotes n text messages.

™ CINNAMANZ 2024

— please do not repost, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way without permission. thank you! xx

[meadowfics]

no mercy

yandere!cho sang-woo x f!reader

one of the players grows obsessed with you since you were similar to him

warnings: yandere!sangwoo, reader/you have questionable morals since you commit a huge betrayal due to a strong sense of survival. mentions of death. age gap relationship, since reader is intended to be between 20-23 while sang woo is 46. changed plot from season one. the original character who is not reader is player 102.

you never thought you'd end up here.

your eyes tired, wearing a green tracksuit, number 111 stitched onto your chest like a mark of your desperation.

the scent in the room was thick with fear, tension, and unspoken threats.

everyone here had something in common: debt, misery, nothing much left to lose.

you? your debt wasn’t from reckless gambling or bad business deals like most of these other people here.

yours was from surviving.

years of hospital stays, surgeries, medications.

your childhood was spent in the hospitals, making sure that your body could grow healthily.

there were bills that kept stacking up even after you were finally healthy.

they said you were lucky to have made it out alive, but now you owed more money than you could ever pay back.

so when the salesman offered you a chance, you took it.

you didn’t suffer through years of hospitals, pain, and fear just to come here and die in some twisted game.

you were going to survive. no matter what it took.

the first night in the dormitory, you kept to yourself.

somehow, she found you..

player 102.

hot pink hair, too bright for this place, too carefree for someone stuck in a death game.

"hey, you look miserable,"

she plopped down beside you, stretching her legs out.

you didn’t respond.

just kept your arms crossed, watching the others.

"so, we’re both young. everyone else here is nearly middle aged, I think we should stick together,"

she continued, ignoring your silence.

"not a fan of getting stabbed in my sleep."

you eyed her for a moment before shrugging.

"fine."

you didn’t trust her, not yet.

she was right...it was better to have someone.

however, there was another player keeping a lookout on you.

player 218. sang-woo.

the man who kept his expression unreadable but watched everything.

at first, you didn’t notice him.

however, he noticed you. immediately.

you weren’t like the others.

you weren’t crying, begging, or making desperate alliances.

you were calculating. quiet. smart.

and he liked that.

before the second game is when you knew that 218 existed.

you overheard player 067 whispering to 218, the words

"melting sugar" slipping through the cracks.

your brain clicked instantly.

dalgona.

so when the masked men led you into a room filled with symbols

circle, star, umbrella, triangle.

you didn’t hesitate.

you immediately walked toward the triangle line, yanking 102 with you.

"what the hell? why so confident?"

she asked, letting you drag her along.

"just trust me."

sang-woo saw you move first.

his lips twitched.

you knew.

not a second of hesitation.

not a moment of doubt.

you had figured it out just like him.

he almost smirked when he saw you pull your ally along without question.

good girl, he thought.

you know how to survive.

he didn’t take his eyes off you as you worked on your honeycomb.

you handled the needle too well.

precise. careful. controlled.

when your triangle popped out perfectly, you even gave 102 a little smirk.

"told you,"

you murmured to her.

sang-woo clenched his jaw, barely paying attention to his own work.

you were dangerous.

smart.

capable.

and he wanted you.

he watched the way your fingers moved, steady despite the sweat on your skin.

the way your lashes lowered when you focused.

the way your lips parted slightly as you concentrated.

you had no idea he was studying you like prey.

"don’t worry, y/n," he thought.

"i’ll protect you."

"i’ll make sure you survive. you don’t even need to know."

because in sang-woo’s mind, you were already his.

back in the dorms, you and 102, who turns out to be named anya, sat on a shared bed, splitting the bland, dry rice and kimchi they gave you.

it wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you alive.

"so, what brought you here?"

you asked, poking at your food with the tiny spoon they handed out.

anya stretched her legs out, sighing dramatically.

"oh, you know. influencers, shopping sprees, lavish trips. that kind of stupidity."

you raised an eyebrow.

"influencer?"

she scoffed.

"was. past tense. brand deals, sponsorships, all that shit. i thought i was rich when i really wasn’t. I got "cancelled" for some stupid shit and now I am here!"

she rambled for nearly thirty minutes, talking about her reckless spending, the money she blew through, the fake friends who ditched her when she went broke.

you let her talk, not minding the conversation.

she was easy to listen to, and at least she had a sense of humor about her downfall.

she turned the question on you.

"what about you, y/n?"

you took a small bite of rice, hesitating for a second before answering.

"hospital bills."

anya paused mid-chew, glancing at you. then, she nodded.

"ohhh okay."

something inside you twisted. maybe you should have kept that to yourself.

maybe that was something she didn’t need to know.

did she see it as a weakness?

did she think you were fragile?

you didn’t know her true intentions yet.

from across the room, sang-woo was wondering the same thing.

he leaned against the metal bunk, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he studied you and anya.

he didn’t trust her, not when she was getting that close to you.

she seemed harmless, but so did a lot of people before they revealed their true colors.

the girl had bright pink hair.

she didn’t exactly scream dangerous.

still, he didn’t like how easily you opened up to her.

as gi-hun talked to play 001 beside him, he looked ahead at you.

anya was the first to notice him watching.

she smirked, leaning in slightly.

"don’t freak out, but that player has been staring you down since we got back from dalgona."

you frowned, confused.

"who?"

anya subtly tilted her head toward player 218.

you followed her gaze and met his eyes.

sang-woo was staring right at you.

the first thing that crossed your mind?

he's sexy.

it wasn’t just that.

he wasn’t like other people who got caught staring and looked away quickly.

he held eye contact, unbothered, as if he was waiting to see what you would do.

only when player 456 called his name did he finally turn away.

anya snorted.

"oh no. you’ve got that look in your eye."

you blinked.

"what look?"

"the ‘i think he’s hot’ look."

she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"don’t fall for it, y/n. he might stab you in your sleep."

you giggled, nudging her.

"shut up!"

even as you joked, you could still feel the heat in your face.

from across the room, sang-woo nearly smirked.

he had seen the way you looked at him.

he was going to make sure you kept looking at him.

when it was lights out, you lay there, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the slow, steady breaths of the other players.

the dorm was eerily quiet, except for the occasional rustle of someone shifting in their sleep.

beside you, anya was curled up, her pink hair spilling over the pillow.

the girl's breathing was soft and even.

peaceful.

untouched by the paranoia that clawed at your mind.

you waited, making sure she was truly asleep before you carefully pushed yourself up from the bed.

this was stupid.

you knew it.

you didn’t care.

moving quickly and quietly, you weaved through the rows of bunk beds, walking across the open floor and walking through bunks until you reached the other side of the dormitory.

you knelt down in front of player 218’s bed.

sang-woo’s eyes were closed, but the moment you got close, you could feel it...he was awake.

sangwoo's breathing was too steady, his posture too tense, as if he had been expecting something.

his eyes flickered open.

and the second he saw you, he sat up.

"sorry if i woke you up,"

you whispered.

he stared at you, his face unreadable.

then, his lips twitched just slightly.

"no, you’re not."

you swallowed, caught off guard by how easily he read you.

"i just… i just wanted to talk to you."

"can’t sleep?"

his voice was low, smooth.

you shook your head.

he studied you for a second, then shifted, making space beside him.

without thinking, you scooted closer, sitting down next to him on the bed.

both of you sat in silence, eyes scanning the dark dormitory, watching the scattered bodies of sleeping players.

"what brings you here?"

he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes sharp.

you hesitated, already regretting your answer before it even left your mouth.

"hospital bills."

as soon as you said it, you cringed.

you had made the same mistake again.

telling people things they didn’t need to know.

you had no idea what sang-woo’s intentions were, no idea what kind of person he really was.

when you glanced at him, there was nothing threatening in his expression.

he nodded, and his voice was calm when he said,

"debt."

you nodded in return. most people were here for that.

suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit you, making your body feel heavier.

you let out a soft yawn, rubbing your arm.

sang-woo noticed immediately.

"you should get some sleep,"

he said.

you sighed, not wanting to go back just yet.

"i don’t know if i can."

he thought for a moment, then said,

"i’ll walk you back."

you looked at him, surprised.

the idea of him walking with you made you feel… safe.

some kind of invisible shield was around you just by being near him.

you nodded, and together, you slipped back through the darkness.

when you reached your bed, you laid down beside anya, adjusting under the thin blanket.

sang-woo crouched beside you, his presence lingering.

you blinked up at him sleepily.

"you don’t have to stay."

but he did.

he stayed for another half hour, sitting silently by your bed, watching.

making sure no one tried anything stupid.

making sure no one touched his girl.

later on after the tug of war game, something inside you shifted.

the feeling of your body being pulled toward death, the sheer force it took to survive, the way you had to trust complete strangers just to stay alive

it made you realize something.

trust was temporary.

survival was everything.

you could feel some of your morals slipping, piece by piece.

it was only a matter of time before trust meant nothing.

anya didn’t seem to take the same lesson from it.

she was freaking out.

you noticed how she started muttering under her breath, shaking more often, picking at her nails until they bled.

she wasn’t built for this.

sang-woo? he was the opposite.

cold. calculating. calm.

you found yourself sticking closer to him, not entirely sure why, but knowing he was the safest option to be around.

when it was time for the glass bridge game, all hell broke loose.

you were in front of sang-woo, anya was in front of you, and some random man was in front of anya.

the tension was suffocating.

one by one, players were screaming, falling to their deaths, bodies smacking against the floor below like insects against a windshield.

the only ones left were 456, 067, sang-woo, you, anya, and the man at the front.

the man was trying to inspect the glass, claiming he could tell which one was weak, taking his sweet time.

the clock was running out.

three minutes left.

anya snapped, her voice sharp, full of panic.

"can you take any fucking longer?"

the man turned back, offended, but didn’t say anything.

two minutes, thirty seconds.

finally, he made his move.

he chose wrong.

the man's scream echoed, his body disappeared into the void below, glass shards flying.

"all of that for nothing,"

player 067 muttered.

you nodded, feeling your heart hammer against your ribs.

now, it was anya’s turn.

she froze.

the slavic's hands were shaking, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps.

you tried to keep her calm.

"anya, it’s okay, you’ll pick the right one."

she didn’t move.

sang-woo suddenly stepped onto your glass tile.

your breath caught in your throat.

for a split second, you thought.. was he going to push me off?

no.

instead, he pressed himself right behind you, his body warm, solid, steady.

the man's big hand found your arm, gripping it gently, keeping you in place as you both watched anya.

"anya, come on!"

your patience was wearing thin.

anya sucked in a shaky breath, eyes darting between the two tiles in front of her.

"i’m sorry, i’m trying to guess."

two minutes.

finally, she jumped.

the right one.

everyone let out a breath of relief as they followed onto the next safe glass ahead.

except sang-woo.

he stayed right behind you onto the next glass.

you smirked slightly at the way his body heat pressed into yours.

one row left.

you looked at anya.

"okay, you got it right last time, now do it again."

you hear player 456 from the far back yell.

she was trembling, sweat dripping down her forehead.

"i don’t—i don’t know."

one minute, thirty seconds.

"anya, pick one, goddammit!"

your voice cracked, frustration leaking through.

"i’m sorry,"

she whispered, eyes darting between the last two panels.

one minute.

something inside you snapped.

you couldn’t wait anymore.

sang-woo shifted slightly, sensing it.

you turned, moving him off your back slightly.

then, you did something terrible.

you jumped onto the same glass tile as anya.

the russian's breath hitched, her whole body going rigid as you stood right behind her.

"anya, i’m sorry. forgive me."

she barely had time to turn her head before you shoved her forward.

she hit the glass.

it shattered.

anya's scream pierced through the air, her arms flailing as she plunged onto the ground below.

the pink hair was the last thing you saw before she disappeared.

you didn’t even breathe before hopping onto the correct glass, your heart hammering against your ribs.

twenty seconds left.

everyone else followed...sang-woo, 067, 456.

all of you had survived.

when you turned back, searching for any sign of anya’s body, it was too far down.

you couldn’t process it before—

the entire bridge exploded.

glass shards flew in every direction, slicing through your skin like razor blades.

you shielded your face, feeling the sting of cuts across your body, blood trickling down your arms.

everything blurred.

you felt yourself stumble, someone’s hand grabbing your waist, holding you upright.

sang-woo.

his grip was firm, keeping you from falling.

when 456 and 067 walked ahead, sangwoo stayed beside you.

the man's lips were close to your ear, his breath steady while yours was ragged.

"you did what you had to do."

your hands were shaking.

anya was gone.

the girl who had slept beside you.

the girl who had joked with you.

you pushed her to her death.

the worst part?

you didn’t regret it.

by the end of the last game.. the dorms were empty now.

just you and sang-woo.

no more screams.

no more bloodstained floors.

no more players, just two survivors standing in the aftermath of hell.

you had won.

you both had.

the massive room that once held hundreds of people was now eerily silent.

the beds, the sheets, the steel walls.. it all looked the same, but it felt different.

everyone else was dead.

you turned, facing sang-woo.

the man's expression was unreadable, always was.

the man's eyes locked on you like he was memorizing this moment.

"so," you exhaled, voice hoarse.

"we made it."

he nodded.

"we did."

"and we split the money."

the words left your lips, but something about them felt off.

sang-woo agreed.

he had said it himself.

you would split the money, go your separate ways, start over.

the way he looked at you now...

you knew that was never his plan.

"right,"

sang-woo murmured, stepping closer.

"we split the money."

sangwoo's tone was smooth, but there was a finality to it.

you understood exactly what that meant.

he wasn’t letting you go.

he had killed for you.

067. 456. gone.

you weren’t stupid.

he and 456 had some sort of a connection, something deeper than just the games.

maybe they were friends? you had no clue since he did not tell you.

shoot, he did not even tell you 456 and 067's real names.

you had seen the way they looked at each other before it all came crashing down.

however, sang-woo chose you.

he had to.

there was no hesitation when he ended 456.

no second thoughts when 067 bled out.

he did it all for you.

the 45.6 billion wasn’t just his money.

it wasn’t even just your money.

it was yours together.

blood money. tainted, filthy, but yours.

"i hope you understand,"

sang-woo said, his fingers brushing against your wrist, his touch deceptively gentle.

"i didn’t do all of this just to watch you walk away."

sangwoo's grip tightened slightly, firm enough to send a clear message.

you were his.

the man's breath was warm as he leaned in, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"you're coming with me."

you didn’t argue.

you didn’t fight it.

deep down, you had already accepted it.

you didn’t mind at all.

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Warning: suggestive at the end | clingy-ish y/n | Just ony | pet names like: ma, mama ,baby ,bae

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“Babyyyy” you dragged the “y” while you shook him just a little bit trying to get his attention “bruh bae move get off me” you made a lil stank face

“why you actin’ like that…” “cuz you shakin’ me knowing I’m playin’ the game, you being extra right now” “YOU extra I didn’t even do nothing ! not too much lil nigga..” you said Under your breath.

But what the crazy thing was… he ain’t even say nothing back like usually he would’ve said “watch ya mouth” or sum like that he just let you walk away!

Once you got off the bed you started walking towards the walk-in closet texting your homegirls back saying “y’all know what? Nvm I will be outside today!” They texted back said they pick you up at 6 it was only 3:46 but you know you take a while to get ready so you wanna start early.

You was in the closet looking threw all them clothes you had, but you wanted to make Ony mad since he wanna act up, so you picked out a certain outfit he probably wasn’t gon like.

He was already confused when he heard the shower starting because he knows your whole schedule and this wasn’t the time you usual start your showers, but he ain’t worry about it he just kept playin his STOOPID game.

But he got even more confused when you were scouring the drawers in front of the tv in your little towel, looking for who knows what, till he saw you bring out a white lacey thong which he didn’t care but he aint see you grab a bra maybe you already had one.. yeah…

You was in the bathroom doing washing your face then started doing skincare, you heard him get off the the bed and go down the stairs, “…boy so you don’t feel the need to come see what I’m doinggg??”

You had thought in your head but you started brushing your teeth then you took off your bonnet, unt unt unt, baby you betta fix dat lace fronttt! which you did it was super cute then you started doing your edges.

Your hair was so cute! You started putting that outfit on, it was 5:27, “DANGG time went fast” you said to yourself quietly then you heard ony coming back in the room walking to towards the bathroom.

“Oh now he wanna see what I’m doing..” you thought to yourself shaking yo head side ta side, he came up behind you and started kissing yo neck and holding it while he other hand went down your stomach.

“damn ma.. you look fine as hell.. where we going?” You was was feelin him but you forgot you was supposed to be mad so you moved his hand from youre stomach and fixed you lashes.

“Mama? I asked you a question.” He said sturnly which kinda turned you on because you love when he got that tone to his voice. “WE not going nowhere. IM going out wit’m homegirls” you said smacking your lips after.

“What’you’mean” he said letting go of you completely “exactly what I said” you took you phone swiping up from the wallpaper of you and ony. Checking your messages and the time. It was 5:53 your home girl texted you that they was almost outside.

“Watch out it’s time fo me to go.” You said with a lil sas he watched you walk away he didn’t stop you, he wanted to! But he didn’t. You started putting your shoes on, with your pretty anklet and the necklace with your name on it.

Your girls was out side so you left, he was mad. You knew he was mad. He was especially mad when he seen your instagram post twerking on one of your homegirls lap. with a caption saying : “if my man don’t wont catch it my bsfs will!” With another video under it of you with someone spreading money on yo back while you twerk.

He thought about running over to that party and picking you up right away. But he didn’t. Cuz you were in for it when you got home. Oh, you was REALLY in for it when you got back.

You friend dropped you off yall did your goodbye kisses & hugs then you was finna put the key in the door but it swung open, a strong arm pulling you in then picking you up.

“Ony whatdafuck??” You said as he threw you on the bed “first you was giving me attitude then you runnin ya mouth AND shakin ya ass on someone else?? You must be crazy. Gon head take off all dat shit like bro.. you ain’t even got a bra on wit that tight ass- mannn you pissing me off more and more.”

You rolled you eyes and started undressing. Let’s just say last night was memorable.

HEY BABYESSS so if I make a pt2 it probably be of “last night” (I apologize if links don’t work I check every other day ta see jus in case!)

[hisfavegirl]

Jacaerys Velaryon Clavin Klein Campaign.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the screen, heart pounding in your chest.

Jace had just posted his Calvin Klein campaign, and it was everywhere. Black-and-white shots, his toned abs, the way his jeans hung way too low on his hips—and worst of all, the damn smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The comments were blowing up.

“OMG Jace is actually unreal.”

“This man has NO business looking this good.”

“I need a moment. Or ten.”

“I’m on my knees, literally.”

Your jaw clenched.

“Oh, so this is what we’re doing now?” you muttered under your breath, fuming.

Jace was in the kitchen, casually scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered.

You stormed in, phone in hand, and slammed it down on the counter.

“Really, Jace? Really?”

He looked up, blinking innocently. “What?”

You gestured aggressively at your phone. “This. This thirst trap you just posted for the entire world to drool over.”

Jace’s lips twitched like he was trying not to smirk. “Babe, it’s just a campaign—”

“Just a campaign?” you scoffed. “You’re half-naked, Jace! Everyone and their mother is in your comments talking about how they wanna climb you like a tree!”

Jace chuckled, leaning on the counter. “You jealous, baby?”

Your eyes flashed. “Oh, so now you’re enjoying this?”

Jace just grinned, all cocky and infuriating. “Kinda hot seeing you all worked up over me.”

You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at his face, but he was too quick, catching it midair.

“Fine. Two can play this game,” you huffed, unlocking your phone.

Jace’s eyes darkened immediately as he watched you open Instagram. “What are you doing?”

“Posting my own thirst trap.” You smirked, scrolling through your hottest pictures, about to make a statement.

Jace snatched the phone from your hands so fast you barely saw him move.

“Oh, hell no.”

You glared. “Oh, now you have a problem?”

Jace caged you against the counter, his arms on either side of you, his smirk gone.

“You don’t need to post anything, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low, possessive. “The only attention I need is yours.”

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you against him, his eyes locked on yours.

“But if you really need a reminder that you’re the only one I want…” His lips brushed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“I can show you exactly who I belong to.”

The internet lost its mind the moment the video dropped.

Within seconds, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok were in complete chaos.

The Video:

You were straddling Jace’s lap, one hand wrapped around his throat, the other tangled in his hair. Your body rocked against him, and his hands gripped your waist, effortlessly guiding your movements. He had that damn smirk, his eyes dark and full of amusement.

Then, just as if to ruin everyone’s lives, you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear, whispering something only he could hear. Jace’s smirk widened, his fingers digging into your hips, and then he bit his lip, looking way too pleased with himself.

And just like that, the internet exploded.

Twitter Reactions:

“I just watched this video 46 times and I still can’t breathe.”

“THIS is revenge??? She just ended all of us.”

“Jace in the CK campaign had me weak, but THIS??? I am deceased. RIP me.”

“THE HAND AROUND HIS THROAT. THE WHISPERING. THE WAY HE’S SMIRKING. I CANNOT.”

“Y’all, I think we just witnessed softcore porn and I’m not complaining.”

Instagram Comments (Under Jace’s Post):

“Bro, did you even SURVIVE that??”

“You just made every couple on this planet feel boring.”

“Not him looking like he’d let her do absolutely ANYTHING to him.”

“I need to know what she whispered IMMEDIATELY.”

“Jace blink twice if you need help—oh wait, you’re into this.”

TikTok Chaos:

🔗 Edits flooded the app—slow-motion replays of your fingers gripping Jace’s throat, the way his eyes darkened, the way your body moved together, all set to the most sinful R&B songs.

📈 Trending Hashtags:

#JaceIsGone #PowerCoupleGoals #ThroatGrabber #SheOwnsHimNow

Meanwhile, Jace’s Reaction:

He reposted the video on his Instagram story with just one caption:

“Revenge never looked this good.” 😏🔥

And just like that, he won again.

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[holylulusworld]

Closer to fifty

Summary: Dean is in a bad mood. He’s turning 46.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: Dean feels old, birthday blues, fluff

Catch up here: Heavy

Dean huffs as he looks at the calendar in his room. It’s his birthday, but he’s not in the mood to celebrate it.

For one, he’s another year closer to fifty. For another, he’s closer to fifty than to forty now.

“Damn it,” he curses while staring in the mirror. He traces the fine lines around his eyes with his rough fingertips. “Another wrinkle. Fuck, I hope my ass doesn’t look wrinkly too.”

Dean rubs his scruffy chin. Maybe he should take a look at his ass. If there are wrinkles, he’ll never put his pants down in front of you. At least not while the lights are on.

“Alright, let’s see,” he says and pushes his pants down his bowed legs. Dean turns around and looks over his shoulder to look at his ass in the mirror. “Crap, I can’t see a thing.”

“Dean,” you hold back a chuckle as you watch your boyfriend stand in the bathroom, his pants down his legs. “What are you doing?”

“I—uh,” Dean stammers while he tries to come up with a lie. “You see, I…uh…”

“You tried to get a good look at the peach?” You step further into the room. Dean yelps when you slap his ass. “That’s mine. So, are you ready for your birthday breakfast, or do you want to take a look at little Dean too?”

Dean drops his gaze to glance at his cock. “Little Dean still looks good, doesn’t he?” He looks at you, furrowing his brows. “Right, sweetheart?”

“Hmm…” you nod thoughtfully. “I think the whole man still looks good.” You kiss his cheek while groping his ass. “His ass is a masterpiece. Now put your pants back on before Sam freaks out again, or I get something better than bacon for breakfast.”

Dean chuckles as you grope his ass roughly again. “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’ll eat something better than my birthday breakfast.”

“Hold the horse, cowboy,” you giggle when he tries to grope you. “I have a whole day planned, and believe me, you don’t want to miss the grand finale.”

You wink at Dean before leaving him in the bathroom. “Oh,” you look over your shoulder, “Don’t forget to put your pants back on.”

“Damn, what did you do?” Sam looks at the buffet you prepared at the library. “I thought we wanted breakfast, not a heart attack.” He looks at the bacon, pancakes, croissants, and the rest of the food you made for Dean’s birthday breakfast.

“It’s Dean’s birthday.” You grin at Sam. “He deserves something good.”

“Sweetheart!” Dean happily looks at the buffet. “You outdid yourself!”

“Have a seat, and dig in,” you offer the seat next to yours to Dean. “Happy birthday, baby. I hope you enjoy your food. I’ve got pie for you too, and homemade lasagna.”

“Pie?” Dean yelps as he turns around too fast, ending up hurting his back once again. “FUCK! NO!” Well, at least the annoying boy wasn’t around this time to witness his back lock up.

“BABY? Dean!” You yell at Sam to help his brother and you. “We gotta bring him to the bedroom! FAST!”

Dean can barely hide the smirk creeping on his face as you carefully and slowly help him walk toward the bedroom. He just loves it when you take care of him.

To hell with the pain in his back. It feels so good having you in his life. Even if he’s one year closer to fifty…

[cevansbrat0007]

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ari’s reaction if bird tried to walk out the house with this on 👀

Untitled Sweet Renegade Series Ask & Drabble

Please enjoy the Sweet Renegades Series Drabble found after the cut. Warnings include: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, Ari Being a Possessive Menace, Brat!Reader, Manhandling, Crude Language, and Cursing. Minors DNI.

Listen, Ari considers himself to be a rather progressive man. He has two sisters that he respects and adores. And a little niece that fills him with pride. He plans to teach his nephew about the importance of respecting women - of treating them with the utmost reverence and care.

However, the moment Ari laid eyes on his sweet, stubborn little Bird, it was if something in him snapped. It came from somewhere deep. Primal. And the beast in him demanded that he stake his claim. Before her, Ari had never really considered himself to be the possessive type. He just assumed that jealousy wasn't a part of his makeup.

But now? Her smile. Her laugh. Her light. Every delicate inch of her gorgeous curvy body. All of it belongs to him. In the most primal, feral sense.

And he does not like to share.

So, while he wants to encourage Bird as she continues down the path of consistent, healthy body positivity, he's also man enough to admit that that there's no way in hell he'd let her fine ass out of the house wearing a dress like that. And here's why:

"Baby..." He rasps, caging you in as he backs you against the door. "You look fucking stunning." Two thick fingers trail their way down your body, stopping once they reach the valley between your breasts. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Not while you're wearin' that."

"What's wrong with it?" Your words come out as a gasp when you feel a hand wind its way into your curls, holding you still as he continues his assault. The seconds drag on as his head dips, his mouth finding yours.

"Because, sweet Bird." Ari presses, forcing you to take his delicious weight. Making your pulse spike as he grinds his increasingly hard cock against your abdomen.

"B-because?"

"Because..." He draws out the word as he wrenches your head back so that he can whisper maddening little love bites along the curve of your jaw. "This is the kinda dress you wear when you're out with your man." You have a hard time breathing as his free hand skims lower before coming to rest on the swell of your bottom.

"Oh yeah?" You continue to goad - against your better judgement.

To be honest, you'd known what you were risking when you saw the dress hanging on the rack. You had no business playing with fire. But that's part of what made all of this so fun.

"Absolutely." Ari's normally bright blue eyes darken with arousal as he watches your chest heave. Almost as if he's imagining what it might be like to slowly peel the garment off you, piece by piece. "Because these hips and that ass - they're enough to give a man ideas."

His soft lips find their way to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver.

"And when they start wantin' to entertain those ideas," he muses, more to himself than you. "I need to be there as your man to shut 'em down."

"I see." A sharp nip of teeth has you clenching your thighs together.

"Because I am the only man who's allowed to know what it's like to bury myself between those luscious thighs." Using two fingers, he tips up your chin, wordlessly demanding that he look you in the eyes. "And only I get to know what you taste like when you cum on my tongue. Which therefore makes me the only man with exclusive rights to your tight, little pussy."

"Okay Beast." You can't help the giggle that bubbles its way out of your throat. "I think you've made your point."

"Have I, little Bird?" He growls, releasing his grip on your chin to capture your wrists, trapping them above your head. "Or do I need to remind you that I'm not the sharing type?"

The steady tick in his jaw lets you know that you and your dress have once again pushed this man to the edge. But the real question was...

Just what did you plan to do about it?

Batting your lashes up at him, you decide it's time to let the brat in you win out once and for all. Go big or go home, you know?

"Eh, it's been awhile, big guy." You purr, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. "I'm thinkin' you might need to refresh my memory."

END

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[gallusrostromegalus]

Secret tunnels: who built them, and who uses them?

So there aren't "Secret" tunnels in the Seireitei.

There are "These are SUPPOSED to be secret tunnels to evacuate the nobles and central 46 in an emergency but you have a better chance of keeping a fart secret in an elevator than you do of any kind of construction project in Seireitei" tunnels.

There are "Well we definitely built this for a reason but it's been eight fucking centuries and fuck if anyone alive remembers what the hell it's for" tunnels.

There are even quite a few "this tunnel is a secret because it wasn't *built* by anyone, it's the by-product of centuries of dubious infrastructure and construction shortcuts and no small amount of subsidence. This is just a gap waiting to collapse, but sure. You can try your luck" tunnels.

---

If there was ever a Master of these Sort-of-Secret tunnels, it was the 5th captain of the 11th division, Tokagero Kenpachi.

Certainly, Unohana and the fourth division collectively are the lords of the undercity now, but Unohana is a busy woman with lots to do topside. So in 1438, she Very Generously allowed the 11th to maintain the sewers and underground infrastructure while she figured out vaccines.

Tokagero regarded this as very kind of Unohana, because Tokagero was a water monitor of gargantuan scale, and regarded the dark and twisting undercity as her natural habitat. Which it may well have been, because that's certainly a space where an already large lizard might be exposed to Kido Corps magical waste or other Suspect Substances and grow to be large enough to swallow the fourth Kenpachi whole and assume his title.

Tokagero and the 11th had many a fine hunt in the undercity, after hollows that had escaped from noble-backed Bloodsports, to fugitives, to other strange creatures of the urban abyss, including a worrisomely large koi fish that Tokagero decided to grant dominion over the undercity's waterways as one Supernatural Beast to another. There was some wagging of tongues that Tokagero was backing out of a fight with Daikoi, but that was quickly silences by Tokagero flicking her own tongue and reminding everyone that she never packed provisions for these trips.

One day however, Tokagero discovered something bizarre.

Ice.

She'd been on the hunt of an escaped war criminal when she found him in an odd corner of the sewers with a very large hole where his head used to be, as if shot with an incredibly powerful projectile.

Weird.

She thought she felt a crackle of reiatsu before, but this was unlike any Kido spells she knew, and her quarry was not the type to do himself in.

Weirder still was the frigid patch of ice smeared against part of the floor an wall beside him. This bastard had no proclivity for Kido and did not carry an ice-type weapon, so where had it come from?

---

"Youre back early." Jugram frowned at Lille Barro as he came in from the unusually intense blizzard outside castle silbern.

"Sewers 're haunted." Barro grunted, hefting his massive gun off his shoulder.

"Pardon?" Jugram blinked.

"Sewers 're haunted." Barro repeated, rolling his eye. "The sewers near the primary spy portals are PACKED with shinigami on the hunt for something- one of them nearly ran into me. So patrols will have to wait."

"Ah." Jugram nodded. "...coffee?" The second-in-cmand offered Barro, for lack of anything sensible to say.

"Hm?" Barro blinked, looking up from hanging up his strange hat. "Oh, yes. Please. Sorry, it's been a while since an enemy got that close and it's unnerved me. I keep feeling like I've forgotten something..."

"Just so long as you didn't leave the portal open." Jugram teased, confident in his commrade's competence.

[siameanee]

take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader

DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !

also i didnt proofread this 😭

wc: idk might be long tho

tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas

shmut unda the cut ‼️

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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.

however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)

3:45 a.m.

you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

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says right here 3:46 ? 

3:49 a.m.

you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.

"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.

"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.

you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.

but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.

you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.

"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes. 

"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen. 

"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.

he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.

however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens. 

after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.

"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.

"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.

"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.

"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim. 

his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame. 

but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most. 

"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.

you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.

"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.

"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers. 

"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.

it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt. 

"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly. 

"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.

his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach. 

you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.

"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it. 

you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.

"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you. 

"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling. 

this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.

"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."

this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.

"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.

and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.

as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat. 

"suck." he ordered, and you followed. 

he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body. 

"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.

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authors note:

i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry

hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!

hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞

[ssentimentals]

44&46 with cheol omg

hi, hun 💜 i decided to pick one, hope you are okay with it!

44. kiss out of lust (choi seungcheol)

tw: a tiiiiny bit suggestive

seungcheol is a modern 21st century man, who is all for women rights, tries to be politically and socially aware of all important conversations and acts with his head not with his manhood. he takes pride in all of that, but this pride gets thrown out of the window when you walk out wearing something that turns him into a cave man with only one thought in his mind. worst thing is how you don't even do it on purpose and seungcheol has to act like his usual self, when his mind is somewhere in the gutter and his hands are itching to be not so gentlemanly with you.

'cheollie? are you listening?' you ask, frowning a little. 'you seem a bit out of it.'

that's cause i am and you are the reason is on the tip of his tongue but he holds it back. he kinda wants to go and take a cold shower now, but it's impossible to do when you both are at the birthday party of a mutual friend. and he's supposed to be mingling cause he hasn't seen some people here in a while, but how can he leave your side when you look like that?

'seungcheol?' you wave your hand in front of his face and lean closer, looking worried now. 'babe, is everything fine?'

he blinks. god, a man can have some weaknesses, can't he? 'can you please come with me to the corridor?' he asks in a raspy voice, knowing that you won't think anything special of this request.

'sure-sure, let's go,' you quickly stand up, glancing at him worriedly. 'it's so stuffy in here, you probably feel off because of it.'

you hurriedly push him to the corridor and once you close the door behind yourself, it's him who's hurriedly pushing you right on the wall, crowding you in a narrow space with no chance to escape. before you can even get surprised, seungcheol crashes his mouth on yours, finally giving in to the lust that's been eating him up inside since the moment you stepped out of your apartment in this dress. it's the i want you so much and god, you are unbelievable all in the kiss and your quiet whimpers are not helping him get sane at all. he can't come back to his normal self when he's feeling your body this close, when your hands are on his chest, when you let him kiss you deeper, dirtier-

'cheol,' you pull back, gasping. 'birthday-'

'fucking hell,' he mutters, ready to just ditch everyone but knowing very well that you won't ever let him do this. he tries anyways. 'let's go home?'

'choi seungcheol,' you try to act strict but blush on your cheeks and rapidly rising chest work against you. 'we're not going home, we're returning back to our friends.'

'fine.' seungcheol leans in and kisses you once more for a good measure and to be more or less okay. 'but we're not staying for long. one hour max and even that is generous of me.'

you agree, pecking his lips one more time and moving back to the room. god, it's gonna be one long ass hour.

[llovelylove]

█▓▒▒░░░“You look good on camera, baby. Let’s go make a film?”░░░▒▒▓█

୨⎯Series ⎯୧

PT. 1 Levi Ackerman

PT. 2 Eren Yeager

PT. 3 Armin Arlert

PT. 4 Jean Kirstein

PT. 5 Connie Springer

PT. 6 Porco Galliard

[NOTE]

-I was watching SATC and this came to me. Basically the premise is making a sex tape w/ AOT boys. I'm making this into a mini series, one for each boy, so six one shots or short stories. Enjoy!!

(Sex, Filming sex, dirty talk, porno)

⋆˚࿔ Eren. Y 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Y/N walked in his dorm room. She had finally finished classes; she felt exhausted, her eyes heavy from not sleeping these past few days and studying. Y/N saw Connie and Jean on the couch playing a video game. “No, no, no, dude, go to the left!…” She hears Jean say to Connie, They both spot her and greet her.

“Hey, Y/N…” They both say before focusing back on the game. Armin was heading out the door, jacket in hand, probably to go see his girlfriend. “Hey, Y/N. Eren’s in his room.” He smiled politely at her.

“Hi Armin. Thanks.” She smiled at the sweet blonde haired boy and walked down the hall to Eren’s room.

The door creaked open softly as Y/N entered. She saw Eren sitting at his desk, shirtless, scribbling something on paper. His back muscles flexed with each movement of his arm. "Mmph." He grunted softly, not realizing someone had entered his room.

Y/N quietly watches Eren from behind. His unruly brown hair slightly covers his forehead, thrown into a messy bun. His shoulders are broad and muscular, his waist narrow. He's only wearing black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. He unknowingly licks his lips while concentrated, making Y/N swallow hard.

Y/N slowly steps closer, her presence unnoticed by Eren who's engrossed in his drawing. She can see the sweat glistening on his back from the lamp's light.

She narrowed her eyes, Eren was drawing. “Are you seriously rolling blunts at 8:46 pm on a school night?” She scoffed

Eren's head snaps up, catching Y/N off guard with his intense green eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he holds up the joint he was 'drawing'. "It's called self-care." He chuckles, his voice deep and rough from sleep. He tugged her closer by her hips, rubbing them with his thumbs. “What do you need, baby?”

"Need to vent about the exams? Need food? Or..." He trails off, his fingers tracing circles on her hips. The tension between them thickens as their eyes meet. His expression shifts from playful to intense. "Need something else?" He wafts the joint smoke towards her face, leaning in closer.

Y/N leans back slightly, waving away the joint smoke with a scoff. "Need? I need you to stop acting like a stoner and actually use that brilliant mind of yours for something productive, like studying." She pokes his chest lightly, her eyebrow arched in mock disappointment.

He catches her wrist mid-poke, pulling her closer. "And what makes you think I'm not studying?" He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think I got these grades by being high 24/7?" He brings her wrist to his lips, kissing it softly.

Y/N tugs her wrist away playfully. "Mmph, right. That's why your notebook smells like weed." She glances at the table, spotting pages filled with advanced calculus notes mixed with doodles of marijuana leaves. She can't help but smile despite herself.

He shrugs, a smirk on his face. "Multitasking, baby. I'm just... integrating my hobbies with my studies." He stands up, his muscular chest and said,

"You think I can't solve differential equations while rolling a blunt?" He challenges, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirks mischievously. He sits back down, grabbing his notebook and a pen, daring her to test him.

"Hell, you're actually gonna make a math major look stupid right now aren't you..." She mutters under her breath, trying to maintain her composure but failing as a small smile tugs at her lips. "Fine, smartass. Solve this..."

"Let's see..." He clears his throat dramatically, leaning back in his chair with a confident smirk. "Integral from 0 to pi of sin(x) dx..." He starts writing, his hand moving fluidly across the page. "You know what they say about guys who are good at calculus..."

"They say we're good with our... hands." He finishes writing the integral and looks up with a smug grin, intentionally letting his eyes sweep over her body for a moment. Then he quickly solves the integral, tearing off the sheet and handing it to her. "Now where's my 'good job'?"

Y/N rolls her eyes, taking the paper and scanning it quickly. "Impressive, Einstein. You got the right answer." She hands the paper back, trying to maintain her stern expression but failing as she bites back a smile. "But that doesn't change the fact that you smell like a dispensary."

He chuckles, taking the paper back and crumpling it up. "And you smell like books and... vanilla?" He leans in closer, inhaling deeply. "You always smell so good, even when you're trying to lecture me."

Eren reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her cheek intentionally. "You know what smells good with vanilla?" His voice drops lower, more intimate. "Pot." He smirks, leaning in slightly closer. "Want a hit?"

Y/N swats his hand away playfully, trying to keep her expression serious. "No, I do not want a hit. You know I hate the smell of weed on you." She pauses, then adds with a softening tone, "And besides, it's bad for your lungs."

Eren leans back dramatically, clutching his chest in mock pain. "Aw, you care about my lungs now? Just because I smoke a little weed doesn't mean I'm gonna drop dead tomorrow." He grins, clearly amused by her concern. "Besides, have you seen how much running I do?"

"Your lungs are probably full of smoke anyway." Y/N mutters, trying to hide her small smile. "God knows how many blunts you smoke a day." She grabs his hoodie, checking the pocket. "One. Two. Three..." She pulls out three pre-rolled joints.

Eren laughs, catching her hand and pulling her onto his lap. "Okay, okay, you got me. Three blunts a day is my limit, I swear." He wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. "But you love me anyway, right?" He kisses her neck gently.

Y/N tries to suppress a shiver as Eren's lips brush against her neck. "Love you and your stupid habits," she mutters, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. She pushes him away playfully, standing up from his lap. "You know what? I'm going to make some coffee. You need something to sober you up."

Later, after she coffee was made, Y/N walked back inside the room and handed him the white mug carefully.

Eren takes the coffee mug she offers him, wrapping his hands around it and inhaling the strong aroma. "You always make it too strong," he complains, taking a sip anyway. He pulls a face, then sets the mug down.

He watches as Y/N sits down at the table, opening a book and ignoring him. He feels restless, the strong coffee not doing much to curb his high. He gets up, wandering over to the window, looking outside. Then he gets an idea.

"Hey," Eren calls out lazily, turning to face Y/N. "Come here for a sec." He leans against the window frame, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. When she looks up from her book, he gestures with his head for her to come over.

Y/N marks her place in her book and stands up, walking towards him with a questioning look. "Yeah?" She stops in front of him, her body close enough to feel his warmth but not quite touching. "What do you want?" She asks, trying to seem unaffected by his closeness.

Eren's eyes drop to her lips as she speaks, his high making him more touchy and less inhibited. He reaches out, gently grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer until she's pressed against the window frame, caged between his arms. "I want you to look outside,"

He nods towards the window, his voice low and soft. "See that sky? It's beautiful, right?" He pauses, his eyes meeting hers. "The clouds are all puffy and white, like cotton candy." He grins lazily. "It's a perfect day for getting high."

Y/N rolls her eyes, playing along with his high antics. "Yes, Eren, the sky is very pretty," she says sarcastically. "Can I go back to my book now?" She tries to pull her wrist out of his grip, but he tightens his hold.

"No," Eren replies, his voice firm despite his lazy state. "Come here." He tugs on her wrist, pulling her closer until their faces are inches apart. "Just look at the damn clouds for a second, will you?" He leans his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her mouth.

Y/N sighs, giving in to his demand. She turns her head to look out the window, taking in the clear blue sky and the fluffy white clouds. Eren watches her profile, a small smile on his face. "I heard Connie and Armin talking…” He softly said to her. “About porn.”

"God," Y/N laughs softly, pulling away from him slightly. "That’s gross. I didn’t expect that from Armin. What were they saying?" She asks curiously, unknowingly giving him an opening. Eren smirks devilishly. "They were saying..." He pauses dramatically. “Armin swears that Jean has a whole collection hidden in his room." He chuckles, his high making him more daring. “it was more of a debate. Armin was saying how it was unrealistic and gross while Connie said it was hot.”

"And then Connie said something about liking the rough stuff," Eren continues, his voice lowering an octave. "You know, the kind where the girl is screaming and the guy is pounding into her so hard the bed breaks." He looks at Y/N from the corner of his eye, gauging her reaction.

Y/N's face turns bright red, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Eren, that's... that's disgusting," she stammers, trying to play it cool. "I can't believe you're repeating stuff like that." But her voice wavers slightly, giving away her interest.

"Is it though?" He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When they're doing it right, is the girl really screaming because it hurts... or because it feels good?" His hand slides from her wrist to her waist, pulling her slightly closer. "Which do you think it is?"

"No," Y/N lies quickly, her cheeks flaming. "That's gross. Who wants a guy pounding into them like that?" She swallows hard, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in her lower stomach. "It probably hurts like hell."

"You're right," Eren nods slowly, his mind working. "It probably does hurt like hell." He smirks suddenly, an idea hitting him. "You know what's funny?" He doesn't wait for her response. "I had this stupid thought once..." He chuckles softly.

"I thought... 'what if someone actually filmed a real one? A real... like... you know." His eyes darken as he whispers, "Not rough or anything, but real. Just to see what it actually looks like. When a girl likes it." He watches her face intently.

Y/N raises an eyebrow, trying to keep her expression neutral. "You mean like... a homemade porn?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She can't believe she's even entertaining this conversation, but Eren's high is infectious and his words are stirring something inside her.

"Yeah," He grins lazily, his mind racing. "You know, no acting. Just two people actually... you know..." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Having sex. On camera." He watches her carefully. "Do you think that's hot or gross?" He asks curiously.

"Because honestly?" He moves even closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "I think it's fucking hot. Seeing real reactions, real moans... no fake shit." His hand on her waist tightens slightly. "You'd watch something like that?" He challenges softly.

Y/N feels her breath catch, her heart racing. "Shut up," she whispers, but there's no real conviction behind it. "That's... that's dirty. Just stop talking about it." She tries to push him away, but her hands end up gripping his shirt instead.

"Nah," Eren laughs softly, leaning in even closer. "I'm high and it's a fucking interesting topic. Plus... you're kinda cute when you're all embarrassed about it." He smirks at her. "Let’s make one, Pretty girl.”

"What?" Y/N gasps, her eyes widening. "No! That's insane. I'm not... I'm not doing that with you." She stammers, but she can't deny the small thrill that runs through her at the idea. Eren just chuckles and pulls out his phone.

"I'll record it on my phone," He says, opening the camera app and setting the phone on the table. "Just a little test, okay? If you hate it, we'll delete it. But if you like it... maybe we'll make more."

"You're serious?" She bites her lip, her mind racing. "What if someone sees it? What if it's terrible?" She laughs again, but quieter this time. "And... one question." She pauses. Eren watches her intently, waiting.

“It's just sex on camera. It's not a big deal." He laughs softly. "Your question?"

"Would you show it to anyone?" She asks, biting her lip nervously. Eren shakes his head immediately. "No. It’s just for us. Besides, I might jerk off to it later." He smirks at her. Y/N's face turns bright red at the implication. "So?"

"One more question," She says softly. Eren laughs, "Jesus, you're full of questions. Go on." He watches her bite her lip again. He loves that damn bite. "Do you usually watch porn?" He freezes, waiting for her question.

"No," He says after a moment, his expression turning serious. "Porn is fake. It's all acting and shit. I'd rather fuck you or think about fucking you." He looks at her intently. "You?" He asks curiously. "You ever watch it?"

"Not really," She mumbles, fidgeting with her hands. "Only... I mean..." She pauses, blushing deeply. "I saw one once. Accidentally." She looks down, embarrassed. Eren raises an eyebrow, clearly amused but trying not to laugh.

"Let me guess," He chuckles softly, "It was two people having ridiculous, unrealistic sex?" He teases. Y/N nods sheepishly, biting her lip again. He laughs out loud this time. "Of course you stumbled upon the cheesiest one."

Eren licks his lips and grinned. "Did you at least finish watching?" He asks curiously, trying to hold back his laughter. "Or did you close it immediately because it was too cringey?" Y/N's face turns even redder, making Eren burst out laughing.

"I may have... finished watching," She mumbles quietly, her face beet red with embarrassment. She knows it's stupid, but she was curious. "It was... educational," She adds defensively, making Eren laugh even harder. "Shut up!"

"Educational?" Eren gasps between laughs, wiping tears from his eyes. "Oh my god, you're so fucking cute right now." He grins widely at her, still chuckling. "Alright, alright. No more laughing."

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "So... since you're so 'educated' now, want to put your newfound knowledge to the test?" He smirks at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "I'll go easy on you. Promise." Eren says, as if they hadn’t had sex a million times before.

Y/N blushed and stepped back sitting on the bed. "You know what's funny? You're all shy about watching porn but you take my dick like a champ." He runs a hand through her hair, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. "Which is it, pretty girl? Too embarrassed to try something real or just worried about acting stupid?"

"Both," She admits softly, laughing softly. "I mean, what if you laugh at me? Or what if I suck at it?" She pouts slightly. "And God, you make me sound like such a whore. 'She takes his dick like a champ.' "

"Awh, baby," Eren coos, pulling her into his lap. "You're not a whore. You're just really, really good at sucking my dick." He kisses her neck gently. "And I promise, I won't laugh."

"Fine, fine," She mumbles, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. "But if you laugh, I'll bite your dick off." She threatens playfully, making Eren throw his head back with laughter. "Shut up!"

A few minutes after they calmed down, Eren and Y/N sit on the bed as Eren propped his camera up on the desk that was right next to his bed. Y/N had on her matching white bra and panties with cute blue bows, Eren next to her in just his pants as he smoked his blunt, the camera recording them.

Eren takes a drag of his blunt, blowing out the smoke and looking at his girlfriend sitting next to him in her cute, innocent underwear. He smirks mischievously, "You sure you're ready for this?"

Y/N nods nervously, glancing at the recording camera. "I think so," she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she adjusts her position on the bed. Eren chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Relax, baby."

Eren leans towards the camera, flashing his signature smirk. "Alright, baby, look at the camera, just to test it." He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, he grabbed her chin and made her look to the side and then at the camera. “Give it a wave hello.”

Y/N hesitates for a moment before slowly turning her head to face the camera. She gives a small, shy wave, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Hi…” she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible. Eren grins, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "There you go, pretty.”

Eren leans back slightly, taking another drag from his blunt. He sets it aside on the ashtray and turned to the side. "Now, let's get this show on the road." He says, looking at Y/N with a playful glint in his eyes. "First things first, let's get those cute panties off."

Y/N's face turns beet red at his words, her eyes darting nervously to the camera before focusing back on Eren. She bites her lip, nodding slowly. Eren watches her with amusement, reaching out to slowly peel her white panties down her legs. "Look at the camera, baby,"

Y/N slowly lifts her eyes to the camera, watching herself on the small screen. Her cheeks are red, her hair slightly messy around her shoulders. Her bra covers her full breasts, and her pussy is now bare. She watches herself spread her legs slightly unconsciously, biting her lip again.

Eren groans softly, watching her on the screen. He reaches out, running his fingers through her folds gently. "Fuck, you're already wet." He murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Spread your legs wider, baby. Let the camera see how pretty you are."

Y/N blushes deeply, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Eren touches her intimately. She hesitates briefly before slowly parting her thighs further, revealing more of her glistening pussy to the camera. "Like this?" She whispers, glancing nervously between Eren and the recording lens.

Eren swallows hard, his eyes glued to the screen. "Perfect," He breathes, his fingers slowly spreading her lips wider. "Now, reach back and unhook your bra, okay?" He asks, his voice hoarse. "We want the camera to see your pretty tits too."

Y/N's hands tremble slightly as she reaches behind her back, fumbling with the bra clasp. After a moment, she manages to unhook it, letting the straps slide down her arms. The bra falls away, revealing her full, perky breasts to both Eren and the camera.

Eren's eyes widen slightly, taking in the sight of her bare breasts. "Fucking hell," He mutters under his breath, adjusting the camera angle slightly to get a better view of her tits. "Play with them for me, baby."

Y/N hesitates before slowly bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. She softly squeezes them, rolling her nipples gently between her fingers. She bites her lip again, watching herself on the screen. Her hair falls messily around her shoulders, covering one breast slightly.

Eren swallows hard, his eyes locked on the screen. "Lift them up higher," He instructs, his voice low. "Let the camera see them better." He reaches out to grab the blunt again, taking a slow drag as he watches her on the screen.

Y/N nods slightly, lifting her breasts higher. She holds them up, squeezing them together. The camera captures the perfect view of her round, perky tits, her hard nipples standing out.

Eren sets the blunt down, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Baby," He says, his voice thick with desire. "Take my dick out and suck it for the camera, okay?" He leans back slightly, giving her room to move.

Y/N glances nervously at the camera, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Nervously, she reaches out to undo Eren's pants, slipping her small hand inside to grasp his hardening cock. She gives it a tentative stroke before maneuvering herself closer. "Like this?"

Eren's eyes roll back slightly as Y/N wraps her small hand around his length. "Fuck, yeah," He groans, watching her on the screen. "Open your mouth and take it in, baby." He guides the tip of his dick to her lips with his free hand.

Y/N parts her lips slowly, taking the tip of Eren's length into her mouth. She sucks gently, making his hips jerk slightly. She moans softly, taking him deeper. The camera captures the perfect angle of her sucking his dick, her big eyes looking up at him through her lashes.

"Just like that, baby... fuck..." He gasps, watching her on the screen. "Look at how perfect those lips look wrapped around my cock." His hand moves to the back of her head, guiding her gently as she takes more of him. "Keep looking up at the camera while you suck it..."

Y/N moans softly, taking Eren deeper. The camera captures her full lips stretched around his thick length, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucks. She keeps her eyes on the camera, watching herself blow him. Her breasts hang freely, bouncing slightly as she moves.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good," Eren groans, his hand tightening in her hair. "Look at how cute you look taking my big dick in your mouth." He starts to thrust his hips slowly, fucking her mouth gently. "Keep sucking it, Pretty... fuck..."

Y/N gags softly as Eren hits the back of her throat, tears streaming down her face as she looks up at the camera. She takes him deeper, choking as he hits his release. He pulls her head down further, mumbling "Swallow it baby, on camera."

"Jesus fuck..." He curses under his breath, feeling his orgasm building rapidly. "Take it all, pretty girl... show the camera how you choke on my cum..." He thrusts once, twice more, then holds her head still as he comes in her mouth. "Swallow everything, baby..."

Y/N gags again, his hot seed hitting the back of her throat. She swallows quickly, taking it all down. The camera captures her body kneeling between his legs, her lips wrapped tightly around his length as she swallows his semen. Her big eyes watering slightly. "Mmph..."

"Goddamn," Eren mutters, watching her swallow every last drop. "Look at how innocent you look taking a load down your throat." His dick jerks slightly as she licks her lips clean. "Baby... wait..." He freezes slightly, his eyes wide.

"Put a finger in your mouth and suck it," He says suddenly, his eyes glued to the screen. "Like you're still sucking my dick." Y/N blinks, confused, before sticking her middle finger in her mouth and sucking it gently. "Fuck... yeah..." Eren groans.

"Now pull it out and show the camera how wet your finger is from sucking it." He watches intently as Y/N pulls her finger out of her mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting her finger to her lips. "Fucking sexy..." He mutters, his cock twitching slightly.

Y/N pulls her finger out of her mouth slowly, a string of saliva stretching between her finger and her lips. She holds it up for the camera to see, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Eren... what are you making me do?"

Eren chuckled at Y/N's embarrassment, a low chuckle and to laugh softly. "Making you do? Baby, you're the one sucking your own finger like it's my dick." He teases, pulling his pants and boxers off.

Eren kicks his pants and boxers fully off, his spent cock still slick from Y/N's saliva and cum. A smirk plays across his lips as he watches her still sucking her finger, amused by her innocence mixed with how dirty she looks from sucking him off. "You wanna fuck, Pretty baby?”

He spreads his legs slightly, his hand slowly stroking his semi-hard cock back to life. The camera captures every inch of his muscular body, including the scars from training and battle.

Y/N blinks, biting her lower lip as she watches Eren's thick, veiny member grow harder in front of her. She slowly pulls her finger out of her mouth with a soft pop, realizing she was sucking her own finger like it’s his dick. “Uh.. yeah.”

"Come here..." he says softly, patting his thighs. "I want you to ride me now, pretty girl. Show the camera how well that tight little pussy can take my dick." His voice is demanding but gentle, his hand still stroking himself lazily. "Think you can handle it?"

Y/N bites her lip shyly as she crawls over to Eren, positioning herself above his now fully erect cock. "You want me to..." She glances nervously at the camera then back to Eren. "Actually ride you?" A soft blush colors her cheeks.

"Yeah, baby..." he reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom packet. He tears it open with his teeth, smirking at her shyness. "See? I'm a gentleman." He starts to roll the condom onto his length while maintaining eye contact with her. "Now, slowly...lower yourself onto my cock." Eren commands softly, one hand guiding his sheathed length towards her entrance. His other hand gently grips her hip, helping to stabilize her nervous movements. "Go nice and slow, Pretty... Let the camera see that pretty face as you take me in inch by inch."

Y/N bites her lip nervously as she slowly lowers herself onto Eren's thick member. She lets out a soft whimper as the head pushes past her tight entrance, her small hands gripping his shoulders for support. "Eren... so big..." She whispers, glancing up at the camera with flushed cheeks.

Eren smirks, his hands moving to grab the camera, angling it so that it captures Y/N's flushed face and her breasts bouncing slightly as she slowly takes him in. "Fuck yeah... look at you taking my cock like a good girl."

Eren groans and bucks his hips up. "Deeper, baby... take it deeper." He guides the camera closer, capturing every detail - her stretched pussy swallowing his length, her whimpers turning into soft moans. His free hand moves to squeeze her ass cheek, spreading her open slightly for the camera's view.

Y/N gasps as she sinks further down, feeling every thick inch of Eren stretching her pussy. Her nails dig into Eren's sweat-slicked shoulders as she starts to move, slowly rocking her hips. "Oh god... Eren, you're so fucking deep..."

"Mmm, fuck... you're doing so good taking my big dick." He praises her, his voice strained as he tries to keep the camera steady. His hips start to lift slightly, meeting her slow movements with gentle thrusts. "Look at the camera, Pretty..."

Y/N lifts her gaze to the camera, her eyes glazed over with lust as she continues to bounce on Eren's thick cock. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, lips parted in breathless moans. She arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward. "Ah!"

"Fuck, you look so sexy right now... those perfect tits bouncing..." He adjusts the camera angle to capture her full breasts, his thrusts growing slightly faster and deeper. "Spread your legs wider for me, baby... let me hit that spot."

He hands her the camera, his hands moving to her thighs to pull them wider apart. "Hold this and keep recording, okay?" He pants, his face contorted with pleasure as he stares up at her spread open on his lap. "I want to see the video later from your perspective."

Y/N shakily holds the camera, pointing it down at Eren's face, dick between her thighs as he hooks her arms over his shoulders. He starts to thrust up into her at a different angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars.

"Eren... it's too much... too deep!" She whimpers, the camera shaking in her hands as she tries to hold it steady. Her back arches, pushing her breasts out further as Eren's thick length hits that spot inside her over and over again. "Ah! Ah!"

"Fuck, you're so tight... and this angle... fuck!" He grunts, his hips snapping up faster as he chases his own release. The camera captures every detail - Y/N's flushed face, her bouncing breasts, the way her pussy stretches around his thick cock with each deep thrust.

"A-ah! I can't... I can't hold it anymore..." Y/N's arm drops, the camera falling to the bed and recording the ceiling. Her weak voice can be heard moaning and gasping as Eren continues to pound into her.

Eren swiftly grabs the fallen camera, propping it up on the nearby desk with the angle widened to capture the entire bed. Panting heavily, he looks into the lens and flashes a wild smirk. "Hope that stays recording, 'cause this is about to get fucking intense..."

He gets back on the bed, wrapping his arms around Y/N's thighs and pulling them up even higher, opening her up wider than before. He starts to pound into her mercilessly, the camera capturing every brutal thrust as he tries to break her. "Look..."

Eren panted and squeezed her tightly, grabbing her chin and making her look at the sinful sight.

"Look at how fucking deep I am inside you," he grunts, his voice raw and primal. The camera captures the wet sounds of their sex, the slapping of skin against skin, and the obscene sight of his thick cock disappearing into her pussy over and over again.

Without slowing his pace, Eren suddenly grabs Y/N's legs and flips her over onto her stomach. He pulls her hips up into the air, leaving face down and her ass and pussy completely exposed to the camera. "Fuck, this view..."

He slides back into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he starts to pound into her from behind. The camera captures the raw and primal scene: Y/N's ass bouncing with each thrust, her face pushed down into the pillows, and Eren's cock disappearing into her wet pussy as he fisted her hair, fucking her roughly.

"Damn... you take my cock so fucking well like this, pretty..." He reaches one hand around to rub her clit while he continues slamming into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and the camera captures her wet lips stretching around his thick shaft with each deep thrust.

Y/N lets out a loud, guttural moan as Eren's fingers circle her clit, the sensation overwhelming. She pushes back against him, meeting his brutal thrusts with her own movements. "Harder... Fuck me harder!" She screams, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

Her body trembles as Eren increases his pace, his hips slamming into hers brutally. "More..." she begs, her voice breaking. She looks back at him through tear-streaked cheeks, her hair clinging to her sweaty face. "You're not deep enough!"

With a savage grin, Eren hooks his arms under Y/N's thighs, lifting her lower body entirely off the bed. He leans forward, essentially folding Y/N in half as he plunges into her at an impossibly deep angle. "How's this for fucking deep?"

Y/N lets out a high-pitched scream as Eren hits a spot inside her that she's never felt before, his thick length stretching her wider than ever. "E-Eren! It's too much!"

Eren growls, his hips moving faster and more urgently. "Too much? You're fucking taking it all, pretty. Every inch." He grunts, his body tensing as he feels his orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum... right... fucking... now!"

Eren tugs her closer, chest against her back as he groaned, fucking into her as Y/N throws her head back against his shoulder, both of them cumming together as Eren’s hot sticky cum overfilled the condom.

Still breathing heavily, Eren pulls out carefully and removes the condom. He lies down beside Y/N, concerned about how completely exhausted and spent she looks. "Hey... hey, pretty..." He gently touches her face, turning it towards him. "Are you okay? I... might've been too rough."

Y/N blinks slowly, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. She turns her head to look at Eren, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "I... I'm okay..." She reaches out a shaky hand to touch his face. "You were... really deep..."

Eren frowns, his eyebrows furrowing as he sees the dazed look in Y/N's eyes. He wraps his arms around her possessively, pulling her onto his lap. "You sure you're okay? You look like you're more high than me."

Y/N giggles weakly, holding onto his strong arms. "Mmm, I think I'm just really sensitive right now." She sighs contentedly, her body going limp in his arms.

Eren grabs his phone of the desk and points it at them as he checked himself out, fixing his messy long hair.

"Damn, we look fucking good together." Eren smirks at his reflection on the phone screen, one arm draped casually around Y/N's naked waist. He tilts his head, admiring how perfectly she fits against him. "Look how pretty you are.”

Y/N blushes, glancing at the phone screen and pouting adorably. "Stop it..." she murmurs, swatting playfully at Eren's chest. "You're gonna make me self-conscious." Despite her words, she leans closer to the screen, checking her own appearance.

Eren chuckles softly, tightening his arm around Y/N's waist. He tilts the phone for a better angle, capturing both their faces. "Nah, you're fucking gorgeous. Period." He smirks, his gaze switching between Y/N and their reflection.

Eren lowers the phone, stopping the recording with a smirk. He tosses the phone aside carelessly, not caring where it lands. His focus snaps back to Y/N, drinking in her flushed, satisfied appearance. "Much better,"

Eren's hands slowly trail up and down Y/N's sides, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone before murmuring against her skin. "Wanna door dash pizza or something?”

Y/N hummed softly, tilting her head back to give Eren better access to her neck. "Mmm, pizza sounds amazing right now." She stretches in his arms, her bare body pressing against his.

Eren chuckles, his hands roaming further up Y/N's sides to her ribcage. "Alright, alright. I'll order." He reaches for his phone, scrolling through the DoorDash app. "What kind do you want?"

" pepperoni with extra cheese," Y/N answers, wrapping a blanket around herself like a dress. She watches Eren's muscular back as he orders the pizza, her mind slowly processing that she just had sex with him. Really good sex.

Eren laughs softly, placing the order. He catches Y/N watching him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He's shirtless, only wearing black boxers. He sees her checking him out and winks, his abs contracting unconsciously. "You should drink some water, baby." He said and grabbed a bottle of cold water off his desk.

Y/N takes the water bottle from Eren, unscrewing the cap and taking a big gulp. She sits cross-legged on his bed, the blanket draped over her shoulders. She looks up at Eren through her lashes, trying to act casual.

Eren sits back down on his bed beside Y/N, his muscular arm draped around her shoulders. He pulls her into his side, resting his chin on top of her head. "Pizza should be here soon," He murmured, his fingers playing with the blanket draped over her.

He waits patiently as they both relax in comfortable silence. After a while, there's a knock at the door. Eren gets up to grab the pizza, returning with the steaming box.

Eren sets the pizza box down on the bed between them, opening it to reveal the cheesy, pepperoni-filled slices. He grabs a piece and takes a big bite, his eyes closing in satisfaction. "Fucking hell, that's good." He says with his mouth full.

Y/N giggles at Eren's messy eating, grabbing a slice for herself. "Hey, can you..." She hesitates slightly, then continues. "Can you airdrop the video we made? I actually kinda wanna see it." She blushes slightly, biting her lower lip.

Eren swallows his food, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulls out his phone, unlocking it and navigating to the video app. He finds the video, selects 'Airdrop', and sends it to Y/N's phone. "There you go,"

Y/N's phone pings with the airdrop. She accepts the transfer, her heart pounding slightly in her chest. She opens the video app and see’s the newly received file. “Thank you.” She smiled as Eren fed her some pizza.

Eren feeds Y/N another piece of pizza, watching her closely. She looks amazing like this - no make-up, hair messy from earlier, blanket wrapped around her like a robe. He sees her looking back down at her phone screen thoughtfully. "Hey, thanks for doing that with me, baby. I love you." He smiled before taking another bite.

Y/N blushes at Eren's words, her heart fluttering. She puts down her pizza slice and leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I love you too, Eren.”

Eren wraps his strong arms around Y/N, pulling her even closer. He leans down and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he grabbed the TV remote to put family guy on.

[derealizationns]

PROMPTS SPECIAL

⊹₊⟡⋆ hi! i'm here to announce a small prompt special. rules are simple :

- pick max. 3 prompts from this post

- think of a character that would suit them

- send a request with the numbers of the prompts + character you would like!

i'm going to write small (or bigger) drabbles with those prompts. eagerly waiting for my first requests!! just a quick note - it’s my first time doing something like this, so i apologise for all mistakes

⊹₊⟡⋆ PROMPTS LIST ⊹₊⟡⋆

1. "don't worry...everything's going to be alright..."

2. "let's go home, you're freezing"

3. "you're making me so proud"

4. "god i-...i missed you so much..."

5. "you're a terrible cook, you know that?"

6. "how did you know it's my favourite...?"

7. "come on, give me your hand"

8. “no one’s ever done something like this for me”

9. “jesus! that wasn’t funny, you scared me!”

10. “i’m your wallpaper…?”

11. “come on, we need to get that burn under the water”

12. “i would die for you”

13. “stay with me tonight, please”

14. “your lips are so soft”

15. “hey-! what if someone sees us?!”

16. “where the hell are you?!”

17. “you’re lucky you’re cute”

18. “hey! i just made my bed!”

19. “why are you wearing my shirt?”

20. “let them see”

21. “i’m scared of those feelings”

22. “you’re...pregnant?”

23. “why are you not listening to me?”

24. “it’s like you’re not even here anymore…”

25. “your lipstick tastes good”

26. “you’re my new pillow”

27. “don’t scare me like that…ever again”

28. “why did you lie to me?!”

29. “don’t smile at me like that”

30. “happy birthday, my love”

31. “look what i got you”

32. “you should smile more”

33. “i’m not stupid, i saw that”

34. “you were supposed to be mine…”

35. “are you…disappointed with me?”

36. “you don’t even trust me anymore”

37. “you don’t deserve someone like me”

38. “i’m here…i’m right here with you”

39. “i’m trying, okay-! ...i’m trying…”

40. “is it…too late?”

41. “don’t shout at me”

42. “i’m here to help you”

43. “i’m not your enemy, okay?”

44. “don’t leave me…not you too”

45. “i can see that you’re not fine”

46. “are you hurt? say something, please…”

47. “you’re late! i was so worried…”

48. “woah, hey…what happened?”

49. “you scared the shit out of me!”

50. “do as much as you can”

51. “i just needed to hear your voice”

52. “look at me…breathe”

53. “no, don’t cry… i hate it when you cry, love”

54. “it was just a bad dream, okay?”

55. “you’re bleeding…”

56. “don’t you dare die on me!”

57. “hold my hand…everything’s going to be fine…”

58. “please…make it stop…”

59. “don’t worry, i’m gonna take care of you”

60. “i can’t stand up…”

[torialefay]

Let’s talk about this clip: https://x.com/naurnotchan/status/1823682297868247193?s=46

Mainly that last part where he keeps saying it’s too revealing and lets him know he’ll see him at home.

The majority of observations and analysis of Chan’s chart say that he would be slightly controlling. Would that include what you wear? I don’t really see him telling you what you can/cannot wear. But… he might drop little comments or something? What do you think? I also think if it’s for him to mainly see, he’s more than happy.

warning: a litttttle angst ahead & kinda toxic chris <3

i love me a protective man 🥰😋 BUT, i think he's got a few options.

(1) he'd be fine with you wearing something that's still sexy but not superrrr revealing. like a tighter-fitting dress, a lil slit action, maybe a tinyyy bit of cleave & i don't think he cares. he knows you're hot, so what?

(2) if he thinks you're looking tooooo good, he's definitely gonna make some sly little side comments that he's trying to pass off as jokes.

like "damnnn, why don't you save that for me," as he winks.

"you better make sure those guys know you have a boyfriend."

"i'm a little jealous other people get to see you like this," he says, pulling you by your waist into him.

"wouldn't you rather wear that at home?" while he smirks.

but lowkey he's testing the waters to see how you'll respond. and he thinks that eventually, you may give in. either way, he's planting little seeds. and it would probably work...

he'd start texting you while you were out looking all cute. again, he's making little side comments, "joking" for you to come home bc he can't stop thinking about the way you looked. he's doing his best to get you to focus your attention on him instead of the other people gawking at you & giving you complements.

but then, you pick up on it & decide to play with him a bit.

(3) you finally step out of your room wearing the tiniest, sexiest dress you could find. as soon as chan's eyes landed on you, they were basically bulging out. but he quickly collected himself because he's a good boyfriend, right? he's not gonna freak out at how good you look... or at the thought of you looking like that around other people. of course not.

you'd walk to him and ask "how do i look?," smiling before you take a seat on his lap.

"too good to leave me," he says, sickness pooling in his stomach as he suppresses everything in his body that tells him there's no way in hell he would willingly let any other man see you in the state you're in.

"that good, huh?" you tease back before planting a small peck on his nose. "i'm not sure what time i'll be back from the club though. it may be pretty late."

"do you all have something planned?" chris raises a brow.

"apparently someone invited lizzie and all of us to vip, so i guess we're going to go hang out there for a while." you let out a small sigh.

chris' face went stoic. "who got vip that would know lizzie and the rest of you? i didn't know people still did that honestly..." he said, trying to get in a little jab. his hand instinctively ran around until it reached your ass, taking a tight hold.

"well you know she's been talking to yeosang for a while now. i think he and some of the other guys got some tables." you saw chris' eyes turn blank, then squint a bit. the muscle in his jaw held tight.

his grip around you got tighter. "ateez, yeah? is there a reason you didn't want to tell me?"

"no-" you started, almost out of shock. "i didn't think it would matter... i thought you liked those guys."

"i like them just fine, but i don't like the fact that they'd be talking to you all night. eye-fucking you all night. i mean damn it, look at what you're wearing!" he raised his voice slightly.

"i thought you said i looked good," you added a frown to your face as you decided to play dumb.

"you look fucking perfect, but there's a limit to this shit! you would really go out there and have other guys look at you like that? looking like that for them and not for me? i thought you were all mine." his eyes locked onto yours, full of frustration but challenging you.

"i am all yours," you said with a pout, trying to diffuse the situation... but you couldn't help that a part of you liked it. this is exactly what you wanted.

"start acting like it then," he said darkly before thrusting your body a bit to the side so that he could move your legs to wrap around him, effectively forcing you to straddle him.

he grabbed your face quickly, pulling it to his own. "i can't let you do this. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you leave the house like that?" he looked at you sternly, holding tight to your face so that you were forced to look into his eyes.

"you know i love you, right?" he asserted more than asked.

"i know, and i love you too channie," you whispered, feeling like maybe you'd pushed him a little too far.

"then stay in with me. don't go out... please."

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 46. THE CHOICE KEPT

❝Even the weaver’s thread cannot measure the fire in a mortal’s heart​​​​​​​❞

Warrior M.List | Act Ⅴ

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All turned to Agamemnon.

He sat reclined in his chair, fingers tapping against the arm of his chair.

The Ithacan Queen straightened, eyes narrowing at the unreadable expression on the High King's face. Because the way he said it was not a concession.

It was a verdict.

“____ acted with arrogance,” he continued, cool and bitterly. “She defied what must happen. And the Gods don’t smile on mortals who forget where they stand.”

His words hung like smoke in the air.

“I mean think about it.” He looked to the others. “She was too soft. Too gentle. Broke under the weight of a mother’s tears.” A pause. “Honestly after all these years of war you would think she'd known better.”

Penelope stepped forward sharply as a flush rise to her cheeks. “Watch your tongue.”

Agamemnon only smirked. “Why? I’m just pointing out the truth. And clearly this isn’t just about gender.” His gaze dragged lazily toward her. “After all you didn’t hesitate to let go of that baby, did you? You knew the price of legacy. Grew up with power on your shoulders. You know what it means to preserve a throne.”

Penelope felt her breath catch—not because he was right, but because a part of her, a quiet shameful part, understood.

But she would not show it.

“As for your Second,” The Mycenae King went on, flicking his fingers as if brushing dust from his lap, “she’s nothing. Not a Queen. Not a Princess. Hell not even a Lady. She was given that title like a child is given a ribbon. Not because of blood, but because she could fight.”

He let that sink in, letting his voice drop low with a cruel smile. “____ doesn’t carry the burden of bloodlines or Gods. Doesn't understand what it means to let go nor does she care to. Because she was born at the bottom—a peasant. ”

He said it like an insult and somehow like a praise.

“She’s an anomaly. A perfect weapon. A beast of war. Nothing more. Not one of us.” His eyes swept the room, catching the bristling stares of Diomedes, Neoptolemus, even Nestor and the boy Ajax.

“And what do you do with a beast? You direct it. Harness it. Or put it down when it disobeys.”

That made more than a few heads snap his way.

Agamemnon only pressed forward, voice growing louder. “She was lucky. The Gods spared her. Fine. Let’s take that mercy and use it properly. Kill the Trojan Prince.”

He stood to his feet with finality.

“She defied Fate and the Gods—they watched. They allowed her to live, perhaps to test our judgment. So?” He turned to the table again, lifting his goblet in a mock toast. “Let us pass the test. Show the Gods we understand. That we’re not defiant. That we’ll clean up her mess.”

Murmurs surged.

“Ajax was right about one thing—time favors the young. We grow older, slower. And when peace has settled in our bones, he will rise, and he will remember. So I say this again: kill him now.”

Agamemnon raised his arms theatrically. “Better mercy now than vengeance later. Can we not agree on that?”

And then he moved—smooth and calculated. He adjusted the hem of his cloak and looked around the tent, hands on his hips. “Well?” he asked. “Shall we put it to a vote?”

He lifted one arm.

“Raise your hands if you agree.”

And they did.

One by one, hands rose into the air. Not all. But too many.

Some avoided Penelope’s eyes. Others didn’t even try.

The Daughter of Icarius' stared, stunned. Her throat tightened, the heat of rage crackling just beneath her skin. “You’re sick,” she hissed.

Agamemnon turned to her, brows raised. “I suppose you could call this an...epidemic of reason perhaps.” He smirked. “At least it’s catching eh?”

He gave a slow stretching sigh, cracking his knuckles with dramatic ease. The picture of smug authority. “Ah well. Seems it falls to me then.”

Penelope’s snarl rose like a storm from her throat. “You take one fucking step.” She was already reaching for her sword, her fingers brushing the hilt—

Hands grabbed her from behind.

Strong. Familiar.

She turned her head in fury and saw Menelaus. “Why?” she snapped, trying to yank free. “Why?!”

His face was pinched with regret, almost apologetically. “My brother may be many things. But on this...he’s right.”

Penelope recoiled as if struck.

Menelaus swallowed hard, gaze flicking around then to the ground as his voice dropped to a near whisper. “I just got her back, Penelope.”

Helen.

“You know what she means to me. I can’t lose her again. Not now. Not in ten years. Not ever. Only until old age takes us.”

Around them the others were being restrained.

Diomedes wrestling against two grown men, Neoptolemus spitting curses as three held him back alongside Nestor. Even Ajax was being gripped by the collar by a Commander, his little fists flailing uselessly but fiercely.

Agamemnon made a show of stepping in front of Penelope. His hand reached—mockingly slow—and took her sword.

Aionios...

He turned it over in his hand with a hum. “Not bad. Fine craftsmanship,” he mused. “Well-balanced. Sharp. I’ll give you that.”

“Don’t you dare,” Penelope spat. “Get your filthy hands off my weapon.”

Agamemnon smiled. “You should be grateful. At least you’ll get to say your sword ended the war twice—first for Troy and second for what was left of it.”

He turned toward the exit.

Penelope's chest heaved, her eyes burning.

You had gone through hell to save that child. You nearly died—died—and clawed your way back from the edge just to keep him breathing.

And now? Now they were going to undo it.

Just like that.

She struggled harder. “Let me go—” But Menelaus held firm.

Agamemnon raised his voice slightly as he neared the entrance whistling idly. “So the baby's in the medical tent right?” He reached out, fingers curling around the flap of the tent like he had every right and power. “Eh I'll find it. Shouldn’t be too fa—”

“Take... one more... step.”

Penelope’s heart stuttered.

That voice.... that tone....

Agamemnon stood frozen. Standing just beyond him, backlit by the pale eerie light of the day—there you were.

Your frame was hunched. Bandages wrapped around your chest, shoulder, head, and abdomen; all of them already soaked through from reopened wounds.

You looked like death resurrected by rage alone.

Both hands gripped the handle of your axe despite the tremble. The curved blade was pressed flush against Agamemnon’s throat, the edge brushing his Adam’s apple with the softness of a kiss.

Penelope could barely see your face beneath the mess of bandages and grime—but your eyes.

Gods.

They were wild. Wide and burning in a way she had never seen in you before—not in war, not in grief.

Aionis slip from the King's grasp, the polished blade hitting the floor with a loud clang.

“Now now,” Agamemnon raised both hands in surrender, flinching before stopping himself. “N—no need to get frisky—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” your voice was ragged, half-broken and barely human. Still, it carried through the tent like a battle cry.

He backed up instinctively, step by step, retreating from your steel as you stalked forward—bleeding, breaking, but still moving.

The entrance flap fluttered closed behind you and everyone stared in silence.

You were standing. After a fall no one should have survived. Holding a weapon no one should have lifted in your condition.

"You really think I’m going to let you kill that baby?" you rasped.

No one in the tent spoke.

"Over. My. Dead. Body," you snarled. "Will you ever bring that idea to reality."

The silence broke in Agamemnon’s throat, a tremor of disbelief, of something that almost resembled fear. “I—I thought—the Gods...I—I thought you were—”

“You thought I was what?!” you snapped, pressing the axe tighter. “Laid out? Broken? Out of the game? Incapable of dealing with your schemes?”

You leaned in.

“Well I’m not. I’m here. And I’ve had it.”

His jaw flexed. You saw the way his eyes darted, looking for support—and found none.

“This is the second time,” you muttered. “The second time you’ve pushed me to my limit Agamemnon. Must there be a third before you finally meet the end of my blade? Are you that eager to test your how far your thread goes?”

Agamemnon opened his mouth, but no words came. Only a dry swallow.

“The Trojan Prince will live,” you declared. “I do not care who disagrees. I will walk into exile alone with him if I must. Vanish into the sea, raise him in the woods or the caves or the frozen North. If none of you will stand for this child, I will.”

Your gaze found Penelope. “I swore to protect him, and I intend to keep that promise.”

The words echoed. Sharp. Final.

You gave a cold smile, teeth tinged pink with blood.

“Maybe that’s the peasant in me?”

Agamemnon gave a shaky laugh. “Y-you—uh...you heard that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t exactly quiet.”

You looked around—at Kings and Generals and godsdamned war Commanders—and raised your axe just slightly.

“So. A new vote: Does the Trojan Prince live...or does the King of Mycenae die?”

The tent was silent.

Not one hand raised. Not a word uttered. No one moved.

“Nothing? No answers? No takers?” you give a mock shrug. “Well then...”

You draw your axe back. “Guess I’ll do it myself—”

Agamemnon dropped to his knees with a scream.

“WAIT! Wait!! I give—I give!! Fine! Keep the fucking brat! I don’t care anymore! Just—don’t kill me! I’ve survived this long—Gods please! I can’t die like this! Do you know how embarrassing it would be to say I died on the last day of the Trojan war?!”

You stared down at him.

Pathetic. Groveling. A man who wielded power like a club now begging at the feet of the one he thought he could break.

You scoffed.

“I wasn’t going to kill you.” You stepped back, lowering your axe. “But thanks for making it official. No take-backies~”

Straightening—barely—you scanned the room once more. Pain crawled beneath your skin like fire ants, but you kept your face composed.

“Gentlemen...ladies,” you gave a nod toward the trio of women present, “Storm’s coming soon. Might be time to board your ships and go while there's still time.”

And with that you turned. You limped away, one foot dragging, every step more agonizing than the last. But you didn’t stop. Not until you were out of sight.

You made it only a few more steps before your body gave out completely, crashing to the dirt, axe falling beside you with a heavy thud.

The pain hit all at once in ripping waves.

Your breath came short, teeth clenched as the world spun. You began to weep silent tears you couldn’t stop. Not from sadness. Not from fear.

From relief. 'He's safe...'

Then—footsteps.

Several.

Voices muffled, and then sharp.

“She’s down!”

You forced your head up, vision swimming—and saw sandals first, then shapes.

“What in the Gods’ names were you thinking?! You shouldn’t even be out of bed!” Penelope dropped to her knees beside you, her hands already moving to lift you frantically. “Where are Thetis and Oenone? Eurylochus and Polites?!”

Neoptolemus on the other side of you, takes your arm gently, guiding your weight across his shoulder. “Easy,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

You barely heard them. Your lips trembled. “S...snuck out... when they went to get supplies...” Your words slurred. “Gotta... get back... before they find out...”

You groaned, eyes fluttering as you leaned heavily into Neoptolemus. “...Thetis gonna kill me.” You coughed with a wince. “Might’ve... undone...lot of her healing...”

The two royals share a look—equal parts horror and exasperation.

“Captain!”

A sharp cry from down the path makes the group turn.

Eurylochus, storm-faced and grim, came striding toward the group with Polites hurrying behind—arms full with a babbling baby boy wrapped in linen.

“____'s not in the tent!” Polites called in panic. “She’s gone—we checked everywhere—”

He stopped mid-sentence the moment his eyes locked onto you.

Your head lolled as you blinked drowsily. You raised a weak hand. “Heeeey…”

Eurylochus stopped a few feet away, eyes darting from you... the medical tent distance away... then back to you. He could only blink.

Penelope gives a thin breathless laugh.

“Yeah,” she brush hair from your sweaty forehead. “We found her.”

*･:*:★☽✧⚔️ BONUS  ⚔️✧☾★:*:･*

The sun hung low in the Trojan sky, swollen and red as if it too had bled its share of war.

Penelope stood on a raised wooden platform built from scavenged planks and hastily nailed beams—nothing grand, nothing ceremonial.

It was just high enough for her voice to carry. Just high enough for the six hundred Ithacan soldiers gathered below in solemn formation to see the grief heavy in her shoulders and resolve set into her jaw.

Wind lifted the ends of her red cloak, snapping it gently behind her like a warning flag, but her face remained still.

'They deserve to know...'

Eurylochus stood to her left, arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk.

On her right stood Polites, hands clasped behind his back, the bundle he held of the infant Prince now passed safely to the care of Oenone in the rear of the medical tent.

Penelope's breath trembled.

She could feel the eyes of every man on her. Some bore the leather armor of returning veterans, others the fresh scars of the siege, their helmets tucked under their arms.

These were men she had grown beside in battle. Men she knew would carry this war home to the island that waited across the sea.

But not all of them would be leaving yet.

Penelope stepped forward.

The wooden platform creaked softly under her feet but she held firm. The wind tugged at strands of hair freed from her braid, and for a moment, the only sound was the crash of the distant waves.

“There has been an incident,” she began. Her voice wasn’t loud—but it didn’t need to be. Every soldier listened. “You’ve likely heard fragments of it already. The fall. The baby. The confrontation in the council tent.”

A ripple moved through the crowd. Murmurs. Nods. Uneasy shifts of stances.

“Our Second-in-Command....she survived the fall.” A breath of relived disbelief moved through the men like a ripple through still water.

“She lives,” Penelope said again. “But she will not be returning to Ithaca with us.”

Shock spread like a pulse.

The sound that followed was outrage laced in confusion: Shouts of protest. Voices demanding more. Cries of disbelief, of anger, of heartbreak.

One of their own—one of their fiercest—was being left behind?

Penelope’s mouth opened again—but no words came. For a moment, just a moment, her throat locked up.

Eurylochus stepped forward before the silence grew too sharp. “She’s not strong enough,” he said. “Not yet. The fall broke her. She’s been put back together, but the journey across open sea—even a stormless day—would tear her apart again. If she were forced to move with us now, she wouldn’t survive the first week.”

The crowd grew quiet again.

Eurylochus looked to Penelope. She stepped forward again, eyes sweeping over the field of faces.

“I’m asking too much. I know that. You’ve given a decade. You've lost friends. Brothers. You have wives waiting. Parents. Sons and daughters who haven’t even learned your names yet.”

She inhaled sharply. “You deserve peace. You deserve home.” Her gaze casts down, voice softer this time—almost vulnerable.

“But I want to stay. Just one more year. I want her to have a fighting chance.”

Her hands shook as they curled into fists.

“She gave everything for us—for me—for that child. And I would rather live one more year in this ruined land than leave her behind on the edge of it.”

The words broke like a dam inside her.

“And if any of you...if you choose to leave, I’ll send you with blessings. With no shame. No guilt. You’ve earned your peace.”

Silence.

Thick. Cracking. Painful.

And then—

“What's one more year?” a deep, familiar voice called out.

All heads turned.

Lycomedes.

He stepped forward from the crowd—broad-shouldered, grey-bearded, his armor worn like a second skin.

The man had served her father once, back when Penelope was still learning how to tie her own sandals. She knew every scar across his face by heart. He had always laughed like the Gods couldn’t kill him.

Now, he grinned.

“Besides,” he added, loud and clear, “we could use the rest. Train up. Maybe pick up a new skill or two—finally impress my wife when I get back.”

A smattering of laughter broke out. Tension cracked just slightly.

Then another soldier stepped out.

“Not going without her,” he said simply. “She saved my life during the siege. Pulled me out of a burning ditch when everyone else had fled.”

Another voice shouted agreement.

“I say we owe her! After all she’s done? She earned this.”

“Aye!” another chimed in. “She would’ve done the same for us—and already has!”

“Give the woman her year!” someone else bellowed.

And then the noise swelled. One voice. Then ten. Then hundreds until all six hundred men were shouting, stomping, grinning, laughing.

Penelope felt her breath catch, barely able to form the words in her mouth.

Eurylochus clapped a firm hand on her shoulder, a rare smile of his own tugging at the edge of his lips. Polites beamed outright, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

And Penelope?

She finally smiled back.

She looked out over her army—not one that followed her by blood or by politics—but by choice. “Thank you...” 

The wind carried the words away.

But it didn’t matter.

They’d already been heard.