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Two Is Better Than One

February Filth Fest - extra; size training/size kink, ftfwb (?)

group : ateez

pairing : mingi × reader × yunho

genre : smut

word count : 5.5 k

warning : mdni, explicit sex; piv, threesome, size training, size kink, friends with benefits relationship, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n : i am but a human, i was tempted to write this and i couldn't help myself. this was not planned for fff but i just asgnsognspso i can't not, yknow ? i am a whorish whore, i am an A B O M I N A T I O N. and i kinda went overboard with this, i didn't even realize i was rambling away. anyways enjoy :D

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Mingi's sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent. You've always loved the fact that he appreciated fashion down to the fabric and he ALWAYS has a keen eye. What you loved most about it was how Mingi was always willing to share his clothing items with you. And thank God he did because it made the conversation you were having with Mingi WAY easier.

"So... you want to have sex with me..." Mingi started off, looking at you, who were sitting on his bed with your legs pulled to your chest, confusedly. "As friends," you intercepted, making Mingi smack his forehead sardonically, "Right, of course, as friends, because you... Want more experience?" He asked, making sure he didn't heard you wrong. You huffed, cheeks red in embarrassment, "And because I want to get used to guys who are... You know..." You trailed off as you waved your hands at his general direction, avoiding eye contact with him, "On the bigger side."

Truly, you wanted the ground to split in half and swallow you whole because that was hard to hear, say, and experience.

It all started when you went out with your girlfriends a couple of nights ago. Their open discussion about the partners they have been with came up and soon everyone was describing the penises they've taken. While you didn't exactly have a weekly quota to fill, the number of your sexual partner was still on the normal side but one thing that your friends caught on was that the size you took were usually those in the medium to the small side. Then the jokes rolled in and you hated that. Obviously, you could've lied, you could've made the claim that you had actually taken a man whose dick is monster sized but the words died in your mouth. But at the same time, an idea popped into your head. Your best friend. Or his roommate.

Mingi chuckled, making you groan because you thought he was going to make fun of you. "Why did you think of me?" he asked, voice void of malice or tease, simply curiosity. But his question didn't make you feel better because you were forced to tell him how you thought of him in the first place. You'd have to be honest that you checked him out more times than you could admit in whatever clothing he wore. It was a known fact that Mingi looked like a damn model and that fucked you up quite a bit. You would have to confess that whenever you and he go swimming, your eyes would automatically zero in on his crotch, watching how the fabric of his swim trunks clung onto his crotch, perfectly accentuating his OBVIOUSLY BIG-looking dick. Mingi waited for your answer, but all he could see was how your face had gone a deeper shade of red, announcing your embarrassment to him wordlessly. As his eyes trailed down, he took notice of the way your legs clenched together, the expanse of your knees appearing down from his sweater that was too long for your body and your bare knees touching. Your state let him know what you were thinking, and what your answer was to his question. Or at least an idea.

You were surprised when you felt the bed dip right by your foot and even more so when he took your legs and pulled them to either side of his body. When you looked up at him, Mingi was sporting a mischievous grin, staring at you with a knowing look that made you visibly swallow the lump that was forming in your throat. "Been checking out my goods, haven't you?" he teased, adding a chuckle at the end to further let you know that he was being a tease. You pouted and were about to kick him with your right leg but failed as he managed to pull the leg and slung it over his left shoulder as he simultaneously pulled you closer to him so that your hips were on his lap and your upper body lay flat on your back. "Do you think I'm hot?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side to faux innocence while his left hand tickle the skin on your upper knee where his hand rested. You rolled your eyes and mindlessly mumbled to him, "Of course, I think you're hot, I fucking have eyes," not realizing that Mingi could hear you perfectly. Pleased with your answer, Mingi chuckled and leaned forward to trap you under him with his hands on either side of your head, "Is that why you wanna fuck me? You want to tell your friends that you had sex with your hot, big-cocked best friend?" he teased, face coming closer to yours that you could feel his breath fanning on your face. "Look at me," he demanded, forcing you to look up at him, staring into his eyes to see a glint of both playfulness and want.

When Mingi dove down to take your lips in his, you were caught very off guard. You didn't expect your talk with Mingi, your request, to be taken so seriously by the man to the point that he was now on his way to let you know how it feels to be taking a cock with a size that you've never tried before. The intrusion of Mingi's tongue in your mouth made you gasp. Mingi took that chance to fully explore the cavern of your mouth, moaning into it as he pressed his body close to yours as best as he could. Your right leg which was on Mingi's shoulder was folded in half while your left fell around his waist at the pressure of his body against you. You could feel his dick pressing against your core and your head was swimming with the thought of finally being able to feel its shape after the long time you spent only oggling at it when given the chance. It didn't occur to you how perverted you sound but you quickly shove the thought away to enjoy the feeling of Mingi on you.

You took a deep breath, gasping for air even when Mingi pulled his mouth off of you. "You're wilder than I expect you to be, (y/n). I never thought you'd be so ambitious that you wanted to be used to taking a big cock," he chuckled on your skin, his warm breath tickling your skin and the vibration of his voice travelled to cover the area where his lips made contact. "Or maybe you just wanna see and feel my cock inside you, huh? Using that lame fucking excuse just to appear innocent," his head lifted from your neck, smirking down at you as you felt his hands moving inside his sweater that you were wearing, eyes widening when he realized what he felt, "You're not wearing a shirt under this?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. You pursed your lips and shook your head, not knowing why he was so surprised, "I never wear anything underneath when I borrow your clothes," you stated simply.

The new information entered Mingi's ears and run around his head continuously until he was able to understand what it was you were saying. The guttural groan that left Mingi's throat made your heart clench, stomach drop, and pussy weep. "There goes my fantasy coming true," he said before quickly pulling the sweater you wore off, exposing the flimsy sleep shorts you were wearing along with your bare breast. "You thought of me?" you asked, having your turn teasing him with a mischievous grin on your face, expecting him to deny you or even to poke back at you in retaliation. But instead, you saw him nod as he gently kneaded your breasts, his hands rough and firm but his movements were so soft and careful as if he didn't want to harm you, "Of course, a girl like you, how can I not? The day you first wore my shirt, I jerked off at the thought of you masturbating in it, the day we went swimming, I had to excuse myself so I can imagine cumming on your tits. You don't know how much I wanted to see you naked like this," he confessed, tweaking your nipples to make you moan out loud. "Well," Mingi chuckled as he eyed your sleep shorts, "More naked than this I supposed."

Mingi spared you a glance, seemingly asking for permission from you even though he could just easily strip you naked and has his way. Even in this position, he was still your gentle giant of a best friend, ever so considerate and kind. Though the reality was that you were about to find out just how rough he could be.

With your permission through the nod you gave, Mingi carefully let your left leg off of his shoulder so when he take your bottom off, there would not be any intrusion. The hands that were on your breasts slid down your body, his fingers catching on the hem of your shorts as he purposefully let his thumb rest on your mound, directly on your nub. The pressure he put made you whimper out, surprised at the suddenness of it. Mingi leaned his body down to press his lips on your stomach so he could drag it down as his hands work efficiently, pulling both your shorts and your panties off to finally expose you in your naked glory to his eyes. When you felt your bottom was free of clothing and the pieces were tossed somewhere on Mingi's floor, joining his sweater, you felt his lips rest on your lower belly. He peppered kisses around the area and only in that area, not going lower which made you frustrated as your cunt could feel his presence so close to it yet it wasn't getting the attention it deserved.

"Is this what you two do when I'm not around?"

You snapped out of your pleasure haze and looked to the side to see Yunho standing in the doorway of Mingi's room. His face was neutral safe for the high tilted arch of his left eyebrow as he took in the position you and Mingi were in. You moved to cover yourself but Mingi remained unbudging, even displeasedly grunting at you. "Am I interrupting?" Yunho joked, chuckling at how you were scattering to try to cover yourself while Mingi looked like he couldn't be bothered.

Finally, with a final push, you were able to get Mingi off of you. In return, he pulled you close to him, shielding your exposed front side from Yunho as he kept a possessive arm around your waste. Perhaps you were seeing things, but for a second you swore you saw something like disappointment flashing on Yunho's face. "You're back from the gym?" Mingi asked, too casually for your liking considering the state you were in. Yunho nodded at Mingi's question dropping his gym back in the hallway, near Mingi's doorway, "Yeah, San wanted to do legs today and I took a shower there before coming home," he shrugged before nodding towards the both of you, "Now, care to tell me what this is?" he asked whilst simultaneously taking his slow steps into the room, closer to where your bare body was, making you subconsciously lean closer into Mingi. The way your body curled to avoid his gaze made the corner of Yunho's mouth twitch, almost breaking out into a grin.

Casually, Mingi shrugged at his roommate, "(y/n) here wants to try taking a big cock so she asked me," he said oh too simply which earned him a slap on his chest. The impact caused him to jolt slightly and turn his gaze from his roommate to you, "What? That's what you told me!" he whined, bottom lip jutting out in a pout while you glared at him, "Well you didn't have to tell him that!" you hissed, embarrassed and annoyed that he so cavalierly shared that intimate information with his equally hot friend. "Whoah," Yunho interrupted just as Mingi was about to answer you, "If you wanna try taking a big cock, why not ask me?" he asked directly at you. Your eyes widened, surprised at the question Yunho asked you. Never in a million years would you have expected to hear such a question from Yunho. He was casually offering himself for you to use.

To be honest, it wasn't like you hadn't thought of him. Between Yunho and Mingi, you were more used to Mingi and you were just so used to being open to Mingi that it was a no-brainer that Mingi was the first person you go to. Just like how you know Mingi was big, you know that Yunho was big too. You can't exactly compare the two because you haven't seen their bare cocks (yet), but you could make an estimation in your brain. But now Yunho's offering his cock for you to use as well if you need it. You were pretty sure your brain was making up shit in your head.

Snapping you out of your shocked trance, you noticed that Mingi was laughing heartily, "Oh dude, she liked you saying that, her pussy was clenching!" He announced. Your eyes widened out of surprise as red covered your face from embarrassment while Yunho broke out chuckling with a grin on his face. "Mingi! How could you say that!?" you scolded, slapping him on his chest again before trying to get out of his grasp in favour of hiding under his duvet but his grip was too tight on you. It was comfortably tight but very restricting, you tried wiggling around to get out but all you found was that you were still trapped and your pussy was rubbed just right on his thighs.

A pair of hands suddenly placed themselves on your shoulders, instinctively making you look up. Yunho was staring down at you with a smile so gentle but in contrast, his eyes has a teasing glint to them. "Don't worry baby, I find it VERY endearing that you want me too," he said in hopes that his words would comfort you even slightly.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed, noticing something that he said. "I'm sorry, 'too'?" you asked, not sure whether or not you heard correctly. Yunho nodded nonchalantly as if the information he just revealed was common knowledge and/or no big deal at all. But the look on your face said otherwise, it showed him that you really didn't know that you were wanted by him all this time. And Yunho found great pleasure in it, he felt a wave of arousal coursing through him once again. The first time was when he hear Mingi said that you wanted to take his big cock and fit it in your cunt (he was paraphrasing, of course), and now this. You never considered the possibility of Yunho wanting you. He revelled in the knowledge that you were just so precious, especially to him.

The hands that were carefully placed on your shoulders soon made their move, pulling you back so that your body fell onto his toned, strong torso, releasing you from Mingi's grip. Yunho then swooped in to kiss you in his upside-down position. It was quite awkward but it felt nice because somehow Yunho made the position work. Whilst your mouth was occupied by Yunho, Mingi took you off of his lap so he could slide back slightly to reposition and take off his clothing. "Yunho, look," Mingi called, taking Yunho's attention away from you momentarily to point at his grey sweatpants, specifically on the spot you sat on his thigh, "(y/n)'s cunt is definitely dripping. Look at the pool she made," he pointed out, grinning proudly. While Yunho smirked at that, you looked at it in utter horror. "Dude, don't tease her like that, that's actually so hot," Yunho said as he licked his lips, hungry for your taste, before diving down to attach his lips with yours again, not giving you a chance to react his words.

You reacted, however, when Mingi bend your legs on your knees and spread them wide enough to fit himself in between them comfortably. Yunho was preoccupying you so well that you didn't realize what Mingi was up to until you felt his fingers probing your pussy. The feeling was so sudden that you gasped and detached yourself from Yunho but your hand clung to him for support. "You're so wet (y/n), did you start leaking when we started talking about your need to fuck a huge cock?" Mingi asked, smirking cockily as he began to enter you. At the feeling of your opening clenching down on him, Mingi shuddered and exhaled sharply, your tightness was thrilling to him. "Did your previous partners not fuck you right or something? How can you be this tight?" Mingi groaned the more he move around in your pussy, even pulling you slightly forward to him, slightly detaching you from Yunho slightly.

With you preoccupied with Mingi, Yunho took this as a chance to pull away so he could take his shirt and pants off as he kept a close eye on you and Mingi. Mingi had you repositioned by now, laying down on the bed as he busied his mouth with teasing your opening. Yunho felt his dick hardened at the sight of you moaning, back arching with your pebbled nipples pointing to the sky, arms going wild, moving around aimlessly due to the pleasure Mingi was giving you. You froze however when Yunho slotted himself behind you, allowing your body to rise slightly as he rested your head on his chest, moving you around as if you weighed nothing. "I want to touch you too," Yunho whispered in your ear, making your body shudder from the words he used and the way his breath blew on your earlobe. In a flash, Yunho had your left leg in his grip as his right arm reached down your body to dip into your sopping cunt. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Mingi's tongue in your hole and Yunho's middle and ring fingers gently pushing your lips apart. "Oh, you're enjoying this so much, aren't you, dirty bitch?" Mingi smirked at your pussy, his lips moving against the flesh that caused you to wince slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. Yunho chuckled at the way Mingi called you a bitch, knowing that despite him sounding like he was degrading you, he really wanted you just as much if not more. "I bet if we try to fuck her, we'll slip right in," Yunho pointed out, making you clench at the thought of taking Mingi and Yunho. "Oh, she likes that, she WANTS that," Mingi chuckled, unlatching his mouth from your cunt while leaving his fingers in your hole, coaxing more of your juices out, "Do you think you're ready to take us, baby?" he asked, wanting you to give him the signal to proceed. Frantically, you nodded, and your hands flew to both Mingi's and Yunho's that were stimulating your cunt, stopping their movements momentarily, "Please, I really need your cocks," you pleaded, glazed eyes staring up at Yunho before going to Mingi.

In a flash, both men took off the rest of their clothing and positioned you so that you were sandwiched between them. Yunho held your body steady with his hands on your waist in front of you as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Mingi on the other hand was situated behind you, your legs opened and your ass above his lap with his dick poking at your hole and his hands situated just above Yunho's, his fingers directly on your underboob, softly caressing the skin in a comforting manner. "Are you ready?" Yunho asked when he saw the worried look on your face, "Mingi's going to let you get used to him first and we're going to have the gravity do most of the work," he explained, smiling at you. "You seem to know the mechanism, have you done this before?" you nervously joked, staring down at his obviously large cock. While Yunho laugh at your jab, Mingi spoke up from behind, "Kinda surprised that you let me go first, but thanks man," he grinned. Yunho nodded and shrugged slightly at Mingi, "Yeah, you're smaller than me so between the two of us, she might be comfortable taking you first." Mingi furrowed his eyebrows and let his left hand off of your body for a bit to punch Yunho on his chest, "The fuck are you saying, we're basically the same size!" he protested, not liking that Yunho called him small. Technically small-er but still, Mingi didn't like that. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho nodded in Mingi's general direction, "I'm just saying, yours looked slightly slimmer than mine," he reasoned. Mingi was about to say something when you groaned and turn to glare at Mingi and Yunho, "Okay, can you both stop logging at each other's dicks and help me with my problem?"

The tip of Mingi's dick intruded your hole with a shift of his hips, effectively shutting you up as the annoyance on your face changed into one of shock; your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack. Yunho's eyes darkened at your expression, delighted that he was able to get a front-row seat to look at what a big dick did to you. "I'm sorry baby, how is it now?" Mingi mocked, hands going back on you but this time it covered your tits. "S-so- so big," you gasped out as you inhaled sharply. The tip was bigger than you expected and maybe Mingi's tease was right earlier, maybe your previous partners have not been fucking you correctly because the feeling in your cunt was nothing like you felt before. Your previous experience was nowhere near what Mingi was giving you right now. "That's it, take your very first big cock," Yunho said, eyes trailing down to look at the way your thighs trembled slightly from Mingi's intrusion, "Do you think you can take more?" he asked. You bit your bottom lip as you mulled it over, thinking how even the tip affected you that much, were you able to take more? But hell if you weren't determined. So you quickly nodded to Yunho, your left hand reaching back to Mingi's knees to let him know that he could try to slide in more.

It was a good thing that Mingi made sure you were wet first because when he pushed in, you could feel a slight burn. His dick was stretching you out and it was uncomfortable, to say the least. With a whimper, your body dropped forward, the hands that were braced on Yunho's shoulders now enveloped it completely as you held on for support. Mingi was about halfway in your cunt when he stopped, wanting to make sure you were used to more of him before he could slip in more. Practising self-restraint was so hard for Mingi as your walls were clutching on him so tight it was like a vice. Yunho saw how Mingi's head hung low and his biceps trembled slightly and he could only imagine how amazing you felt. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he got, he could feel his cock twitching and from your position, you could feel it too. But with being so overwhelmed you couldn't even make a comment about it.

"You're doing so good, baby," Yunho cooed to comfort you, his hands gently caressing your thighs in assurance as Mingi dipped his head down to pepper kisses all over your back. "I wanna do better," you groaned out, surprising both men when you voluntarily sunk down with a cry as your head was thrown back. Your senses were overwhelmed as you could hear your heart pounding in your ears and your eyes watering, your skin felt slick with sweat and your thighs felt like they were burning. "Shit," you cursed when you felt yourself not being able to take more. You swore it felt like Mingi's dick had no end as you take every inch of him but still felt more. Both men knew it was the most you could take at that moment and they were amazed at how you were doing so far. To distract you, Mingi played with your breasts, flicking both nipples and massaging the soft flesh as Yunho reached down to stimulate your clit. You were glad they did so because although there was still pain from your hole being stretched, you could feel that pleasure was doing such a great job distracting you.

"You felt so amazing (y/n), how could you keep your cunt away from me this long? I should've fucked you from the moment we met and have you fucking yourself on me this whole time," Mingi moaned when he sneakily tried to move slightly and was delighted when he heard you hum lowly in pleasure instead of wincing. Hearing Mingi use such language and talk to you in such a way was thrilling, you loved hearing how much he wanted you and now hearing that he was lusting after you made your head feel fuzzy and your stomach churning in the best way. You couldn't even help but clench down at Mingi's dick which elicit a groan of pleasure from Mingi.

Yunho raised an eyebrow at his friend's statement and scoffed, "What makes you think she would've even wanted you? Maybe she wanted to fuck herself on me instead," he questioned. Mingi raised an eyebrow as he slowly pulled away and pushed back in again, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. "She came to me first to ask for help, if that's not proof, you're crazy," he scoffed. "Please," you started, head dropping even lower to rest on Mingi's shoulder, "I asked you because we're just closer and- ah," you whimpered when Mingi bucked up slightly, "You were here." Yunho couldn't help but laugh and peck you on the lips, "See, Mingi?" he teased, lifting his arousal-covered fingers to your mouth so you could taste yourself and clean them for him, "You were just available so technically speaking, you have the same opportunity as a dildo," he poked. In disbelief, Mingi propped you up better in his strong grip and pressed his cheek to yours, "Oh, so you wanna get used to me so when you seduce Yunho, you can take him like a champ? Can you believe that Yunho? (y/n) here wants your cock as she's fucking herself on my cock," he chuckled darkly as he eyed his friend.

In a flash, Mingi began moving in and out of you, teasing you by going as far as slipping completely out of you and bucking back in. The impact would've sent you tumbling forward but Mingi was holding you in a jealous vice. It was probably a bad idea that you poked fun at him like that but you honestly couldn't complain when Mingi was taking you so well.

The pleasure seemed to dull your attachment to reality because just as Mingi pulled out, you felt something thicker entering you. Your eyes widened as you tried to shake your head to regain your senses. It was blurry, but from the way Yunho was staring deep into your eyes with his teeth gritting, you realized that he had pushed his cock inside you. If it weren't for both men's grip on you, you were willing to bet that you would've slumped down because you couldn't feel your legs. You were sure they were shaking, but you couldn't really feel them.

"Fuck, how did you not immediately fuck her, Mingi? She's so tight and warm," Yunho groaned through gritted teeth, trying his best to not immediately snap his hips up. With his length (which you were sure not all of them) inside you, you could definitely tell that Yunho was right, he was bigger than Mingi in terms of girth but their lengths were maybe the same. "Shit," you moaned out, hands clutching onto Yunho so tightly that your nails were digging into his skin, "More, I need more," you stated, surprising both men. "Are you sure?" Mingi asked, pushing your hair away with one of his hands to look at your face better, "Don't you think you need to adjust first?" he worriedly added, genuinely not wanting to hurt you. But you were determined, nodding firmly and even pushing yourself off of him to situate yourself in a straight sitting position, "I will get adjusted by having you both fuck me," you stated, pouting at Yunho that made him just positively melt, "Please?" you begged.

Both men shared a look and nodded, wanting to give you what you were asking of them. They repositioned their hands so they could have a better grip on you before Yunho began moving slowly to accommodate your adjustment. Thankfully, having taken Mingi beforehand and with the slick you produced, Yunho found it easy to move and you did not feel as much pain as the first time. After a couple of thrusts, Yunho finally moved to slip himself out and Mingi slipped back inside you. The difference in girth was a blessing for you as you felt like you were given the chance to take a breath momentarily. The pain was almost completely gone at this point, all you could feel were pleasure but you knew that you still couldn't take them both harshly. You were glad that both men were putting you first and moving slowly, proving to you that they indeed kept up with their words that they wanted to help you.

They fell into a rhythm soon enough, slipping in when the others slipped out, stealing moans after moans from your mouth from pleasure. You felt like you were in cloud nine, finally understanding why your friends made such a big deal about taking a large sized cock. Although, you'd have to admit that it wasn't just because of their size that you were having such a pleasurable time. Had it not been for the fact that it was your friends helping you, you might not be having this much fun. You loved their possessive yet caring grip on you as they made a mess of your cunt. You were sure that there was a pool right underneath you, a mixture of your cum and their precum dropping onto the sheet bellow.

You didn't even realize when you finally came. Mingi had just re-entered you after Yunho bucked up into you harshly when your body froze and your muscles tensed up, your thighs closed slightly and your head was thrown forward onto Yunho's shoulder as you climaxed dramatically with your body shaking. Mingi's eyes rolled back as he felt your pussy clenching and gushing, the warmth of it was enough to make him cum inside you, not having enough time to pull out.

When you and Mingi slumped back, you rested on top of him as he supported his body weight with his arms, you noticed Yunho towering over you with a smirk on his face. "My turn," he said as he started to pump his dick in his hands. You watched him trying to get himself to cum using the image of you being so spent on top of Mingi and you can't help but think that it was hot. Your pussy clenched down onto Mingi's dick that was still inside you, forcing a mixture of both of your cums to leak down to your ass. Mingi moved to spread your legs widely for Yunho, letting them rest over his own legs as if he was telling Yunho where to cum. Yunho's eyes zeroed in on your puffy lips, hole stretched with Mingi's still hard dick in it and glistening with arousal. It didn't take much for him to reach his climax and painted your pussy and stomach white with his cum. Even when he dropped back, you could still see his tip spurting out the white liquid and his cock twitching.

Finally, when things wind down, you closed your eyes and let your head rest on Mingi's shoulder. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, no one talked so it was quiet save for the sound of the three of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. Despite the tiredness, both men were proud of what they did, happy even that they were able to help you. Sure, you didn't take them completely, but they took their win as they didn't hear you complaining.

What surprised them was what you said when you opened your eyes again, lifting your head to look at both of them before announcing your plan.

"Give me 10 minutes, we'll go again."

Though, how can they say no?

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James Wilson Has A Superiority Kink

Reader is written with AFAB Transmasc people in mind.

Do not read if you are under the age of 18 as there is SEXUAL CONTENT WRITTEN UNDER THE CUT

Content Warnings: Wilson talks about fucking a baby into the reader but it’s just horny talk, Wilson cures his whiskey dick by getting good head apparently, Wilson begs to cum, Wilson is called “Handsome Boy” and “Good Boy” as well as “Baby”, Wilson is intended to be so subby and brain dead during horny hours it’s basically pathetic, Last paragraph is kinda cum eating depending on how you look at it.

Word count: 690

Authors Note: this is legit just James Wilson being a submissive, pathetic man that’s drunk off getting touch his partner (but specifically when and how they tell him to) brainrot because i wanna do unspeakable things to this doctor and it’s gonna be y’all’s problem

James Wilson has a superiority kink and i know it (i thought about it and i like the idea).

James Wilson who gets gets rock fucking hard when you boss him around. But use that specific tone of voice, the tone that sounds like you’re holding back from running your fingers through his hair while you shove a hand down his pants. The tone of voice that sounds like you want to devour him whole but haven’t decided if he’s earned it yet.

James Wilson who has cured his whiskey dick simply by bedding the Head of the Psychology Department (there’s quite a few more mental health cases running around than there are cancer cases so technically Psych is a higher position and YES. It does still confuse James as to how cancer isn’t upmost priority but neither of you get paid enough for that). That’s all it took. Just him having his superior looming over him after pulling away from a kiss and caressing his jaw. All you had to do was touch him and he started acting like a schoolboy.

James Wilson who could barely feel his face when the aforementioned Head of Psych had their nose pressed to his pelvis with his cock so fucking far down their throat. You had him gripping the sheets in effort to keep from splattering your face when you told him if he kept being good you’d let him cum wherever he’d like. Please, you know how much he likes getting to leave his mark with his release (he was slightly possessive when it came to his partners).

James Wilson who is moaning into the back of your neck, pistoning his hips almost furiously into yours as he has you on your hands and knees. He wants this release so bad he borderline needs it. He barely got through you edging him, he nearly came too many times but now he was so close. “Please le’me cum.. wanna fuck,” He pushed you down onto the bad with a hand in between your shoulders, “wanna fuck a baby into you please.” He sounded pathetic but in an oddly hot and sexual way. “I’ve been so good, please just let me cum inside. Need it so bad.” He’s babbling horny nonsense now. “James, baby, you wan-“ You were cut off by him giving a series of harder thrusts, strangled moans slipping out. You couldn’t help it, he knew what he was doing far too well (it made you jealous sometimes knowing that other people have also received dick from this man). “Fff-fuck yes! Go on, cum, my handsome boy!” It took a second to finally get the words out due to James not halting his thrusts in the slightest but he didn’t care at the moment.

“Fuck thank you, thank you…” He was beginning to whine out his thank you’s as he felt his dick twitch. He hasn’t came in at least an hour and has been rock hard the entire time. He was aching for this orgasm, even his cockhead was an angry reddish color matching his flushed face. You knew he was biting his lip, hazy brown eyes half lidded and lightly crossing, his eyebrows pinched together, and sweat likely dripping off his nose at this point. He always looked beautiful when he came undone.

Finally, a high pitched gasp and a long, drawn out whiney moan came from the man behind you. He hunched over you, hiding his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the embarrassing sounds coming from him (it didn’t help at all and it made those debaucherous sounds enter your ears in high definition) as his hips were moving sloppily and barely holding together a rhythm. You could feel your legs beginning to shake as the sounds coming from him finally sent you over. “G’ boy, sucha good boy f’me,” you choked out.

You nearly jumped when you felt James’ breath fanning over your sex, your legs still shaking from the orgasm you’ve barely started recovering from. Then, you nearly squealed when you felt his tongue lick a broad stripe from top to bottom.

[bedoballoons]

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄

Neuvillette X Reader

{༻~Day 12: Candy cane fun~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI!! Bottom GN afab reader!! Using/eating candy canes to heighten the experience, eating out, face sitting, nipple play, and some cursing! Names used on the reader: Mon amour, darling

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𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You made eye contact with Neuvillette as the candy cane left his lips, it's minty scent following after his warm breath that tickled at your chest and made your insides quiver. You bit the inside of your cheek, moving your thighs together as heat developed between them...the festive treat slowly trailing down your body, leaving a sticky layer of sweetness that the Chief of justice couldn't resist.

His tongue slid up your stomach, over your sensitive bud as he rolled the other between the pads of his fingers. The minty taste on him made your nipples sting as he suckled at them both, his mouth coating them in the essence from the candy cane, it made you breathless, soft moans escaping you everytime the cold air hit them.

He could listen to your lustful sounds till next Christmas~

"Mmmmn, Neuvilletteee!~" You gasped as your undergarments were pulled away, your pussy wet with anticipation and the soft groans escaping the man suckling at your chest sending vibrations straight to your heat. "Mon amour~" He rolled his r seductively, his hands expertly moving to flip you so you sat on his chest, before taking another bite of the candy.

"N-neuvillette are you sure-"

"Darling, please, I need my treat~" He kissed the inside of your thigh, helping you as you nervously sat on his face, your grip on the bed frame tight. You didn't even get the chance to ask if he was all right, his tongue licking strides up your pretty folds and sinking into your cunt while you moaned loudly, your head falling back as yet again the slight mint on him hit your senses "Nnhghh!! N-neuvillette!! Ahh!"

You could feel him groan beneath you as your hips moved, your body tightening up everytime your tight walls were spread apart by his long tongue. The force he had on your legs made you unable to do anything but ride his lips while he enjoyed your pussy on his face. You dripped down his neck, all over him and god he couldn't get enough, his bulge growing painful as you got louder.

"Fff-fuck Neuvillette! R-right there! Oh g-god right there!" You screamed as he nibbled at your clit, his tongue moving impossibly fast. You could barely hear him over your own naughty noises and the muffle your cunt created, but he was just loud enough..

"Perfect darling~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

[noowayybroo]

Uh... You give Leon sloppy?

Not very creative w/ my titles, or anything really...

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Smut ofc, don't look if you don't like sexy time or if you're too young to do sexy time, you feel? Man gets head, subby Leon, bit of begging, reader isn't exactly dom tho, Leon is just kinda needy. mmmm nom nom nom tasty, GN reader cuz we love being included!!! No mention of age or relationship either, he could be your roommate, your stepbro, your teacher LMAO unleash your wildest fantasies ig?? Gets REAL sloppy so if you have a spit kink, enjoy! If you don't... you poor thing.

Dear young people: Go play Minecraft.

Leon always thought that whenever you claimed to be 'great at head', you were just kidding. You had to be covering up some insecurity orrr... just teasing him, he reckoned.

...Of course he'd been curious, he would have been whether you'd been the closest of lovers or the slightest of strangers, but he quickly came to learn something:

"N-no joke!", Leon breathes in shy bliss, sat there on the couch before you, doing his best to keep those desperate, watery puppy-dog eyes trained on you. Whilst one strong arm digs into the sofa beside him, desperate for some semblance of stability, the other holds up his increasingly much-too-warm shirt - the line of it restrained just above his heaving chest, glistening with fine perspiration, all thanks to you.

You? Well, you're on your knees just between his legs, and let me assure you, it's a pretty view.

At first, you'd begun by slowly tracing a cupped hand up and down the perfect length of his member, before incorporating saliva and kisses into the slippery mess you were making. Leon's tip, in response, was flushed as red as his cheeks, a copious flow of precum seeping down into your frothing, slobbery equation.

Small 'aaah' s and 'mmmm's escape Leon's lips at this stage, his breath catching whenever you pull away, voiding his feel of you where it was oh so delicious. You made his heart skip a beat in other ways, too: when your eyes met his flustered gaze, when you slowly trailed the tip of your tongue from his pulsing base to tip, or when he could hear your own appreciative giggles and breaths. You were having fun, and he adored each little piece of proof of that fact.

"Come on, big boy", you pout, eyelashes fluttering as you gaze up at his drooping lids and slack jaw, "I haven't even started sucking yet-" Leon's response is a guttural yet suppressed low groan as his legs tremble a little at the thought.

Yet. He muses to himself, unable to peel his blown pupils away from the hypnotic movement of your hand.

Your wrist and arm move with such ease, he thinks, the mere act appears to be a simple, beautiful and natural act in itself. He could cum just like this, trying his best not to thrust into your hand as you milk him in just the right way. He wanted so badly to feel your mouth around him, to be enveloped deep within your warmth, and so, he simply would not admit that he didn't need your throat to finish.

Finally, you're ready to give it to him. He knows that his patience is soon to pay off. Stomach tensing and eyes squinting, Leon watches apprehensively as you lower your head, surrounding him.

Your warmth.

your wetness.

The pressure of your closed lips

The feel of your tongue.

They all have him sighing in satisfaction. And when you move, oh, when you move, he can't help but offer you more moans whines, begging you to continue.

"Please... please fff...", "Fucckk~~", "Uahhh fuckk... So... so good."

His words are slurred as his head lolls back once you start to move. He's facing the ceiling but he isn't looking at it. Mind and vision so clouded by pleasure, all Leon can really do is zone out as the sensation of you washes him away. You bob up and down along him, licking and sucking passionately from a good way down, back up to the tip, over and over. Sometimes, you switch things up, focusing your tongue on his tip or pushing further, devouring his cock with your throat, and each time, Leon lets out a raspy, thick moan.

A blind hand finds the back of your head, entangling with your hair as he holds you. He's not forcing you, or trying to move or control you. In fact, Leon is so infatuated, so desperate to be further wound up in you. His arm is limp, simply following your strong movements as he holds you endearingly. You're unsure, ironically, which of you he's trying to reassure. This earns him a little giggle from you, which of course sends him beaming.

Looking to surprise him, you reposition yourself before suddenly taking his cock as deep as you can, nose pressed against his chiselled abdomen. Your eyes water. Trying to suppress your gagging, you do your best to breathe through your nose, but your throat prickles with the pain of being used. No need to hide it, though. Leon is in a world of his own, his head rolls further back, his back arched and his hand leaving your head to curl reflexively around nothing as he trembles, euphoric. Even your sounds are drowned out as wails of pleasure fill the room, accompanied by the couch creaking as Leon's hips buck against your face, shoving himself impossibly deep inside you.

Leon doesn't have much brainpower left. All of his blood's in his cock, and his power in his hips. So, while he does care about your ability to breathe, he can't contain himself as he continues to squirm, legs desperately trying to lift himself, pressing deeper and deeper into you where he feels he belongs. His own shameful sounds, combined with the wet, slobbering and faint choking you emit, bring Leon closer and closer to the edge as he practically sobs, doing his best to resist the primal urge to grab your head and force it to stay there around him. He's trying so hard to be good for you.

Leon finally glances down, eyes discovering your reddening face as the inevitable he'd prepared for occurs: you pull away. With a loud gasp, you lift your head from his twitching phallus, a line of thick, bubbly saliva bridging the gap between your once-connected parts. You waste no time recovering breath though, he's close, and it'd be cruel to tease him any further.

"Where do you wanna cum?" You ask softly, raspy voice choked by saliva as you return to pleasing him, sweet eyes meeting his, expectant of an answer.

Leon is more than surprised to have had the choice, which he expresses with something of a chuckled moan... He ponders for a while, once more getting lost in the feel of you on him so lovingly, but knows he has to decide soon, or it'll be in your mouth no matter what...

OK GUYS BARE WITH ME I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME I HAD AN IDEA!!! So, my idea is... based on where you want him to cum just find the prompt title below and read!! The stuff will be separated with "----"s! There's 2 options in this fic, either on yer fayce or in yer throat! :> Happy reading!

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"F---fuckk... On... on your face... please", Leon hisses. He really wanted to be buried in your throat once more, but a small part of him hoped he'd have a chance to another time after this. Well, that accompanied by the thought that this would be his last chance, his final attempt to claim you as his swayed his mind. He needed to make good on the image that had just plastered the walls of his mind: Your sweet, sweet, hot face, painted with his seed.

Humming and nodding obediently, picking up the pace, you work Leon closer and closer to his release as he does his very best to watch you, worshipping you: a master at work. He bites his bottom lip as he stares back down at you, barely able to blink for fear he'll awake from this blissful dream. Suddenly, though, it becomes time.

"Oh... Ohh shit I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cum I- I'm..." Leon Groans, squirming back to help you release him in time. As his cock springs free from your sopping wet lips with a soft 'pop', it lands with an audible 'plap' on the taught skin of your face. You thought you'd have to continue working him, replacing the stimulation your mouth no-longer provided, but the view of your perfect face, topped with his lucky, lucky member had Leon hurtling over the edge like a dramatic car-crash in a 90's film.

It throbbed...

It spurted...

Hot, thick ropes flew from Leon's cock, generously garnishing every inch of your beaming, reddened face. His hand replaces yours on it before you get a chance, further milking himself onto you, standing as you kneel before him. He moans, throws his head back, the image of you below him, claimed as his own, far too pleasurable in the moment.

"Ahhhh.... G-God..." He lets out another expression of enjoyment amidst his heavy breathing as his cock rests above your face once more, twitching and throbbing, still pulsing and full of energy, as if threatening to be ready to go again all too soon. A strong, large hand rests as your face, replacing his cock which is held by his other. Before you know it, his thumb is slowly wiping some of his cum from your face, and feeding it into your open, awaiting maw. He hums in satisfaction as you close your mouth around the digit, sucking obediently. His sudden dirtiness makes you feel... hot... inside...

Your heaving breaths pull his attention back to you, and he promptly crouches down to pull you back onto the couch beside him, leaning into you lovingly as he does.

"So..." He sighs, not yet trusting himself to be able to form a coherent sentence, "How long were you planning on letting me miss out on that?" He sounds amused and is still jokey, which is a great sign. You wonder what this means for the future of your relationship now.

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"I-in..." Leon groans, choked up over his own words. "Inside... please", he moans, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch for your response as they threaten to shut in pleasure. You nod hastily, excited by his request, fueled by his pleasure. You pick up the pace, stroking his length rapidly with one hand as you consume him with your mouth. He moans, he groans and he whimpers, hips bucking wildly and hands returning to perch on your head.

As soon as you give him that silent, affirmative dip of the head, his hands become forceful. Raw, horny energy prompting him to push down on your head like some sea-dwelling monster trying to drown their victim. His tip forces its way back between the tight muscles of your throat, causing you to sputter and choke, further coating his slip-n-slide of a cock as he bottoms out inside of you, groaning, almost yelling as he meets his release.

"Ffffuck fuck fuck fuck... Shitttt..."

Leon's cock throbs and twitches as he hastily pulls it out from your throat, which was too tight and strained to even feel the hot ropes which were spilled into it seconds ago. He cradles your face in his hands as his cock pops free from your mouth, slapping down to rest on your face as it jerks and throbs in gratification. It's hot and warm, even against your sizzling skin. You pull away to cough slightly and catch some much needed air. Leon's also breathing heavily, doing his best to come down from his high.

Lovingly, he stares at you until his lidded gaze meets your proud, yet slightly nervous one (he was just so... big), before he whispers, voice scratchy yet more than amused, "Where'd you learn to do all that?" He helps you up to sit beside him as his mind wonders, picturing the thousand ways he'd like to feel that again and again. His eyes read nothing but awe.

------------------------------------- I think the choice thing is cool because it helps make the fic more inclusive... Some people might really not like the idea of gettin' baby batter injected into their windpipes (I can tell you, it's not pleasant), and others might not like the idea of it clinging to their face... on the contrary, some might love either. I know this disrupts the flow of the fic a bit, for which I hastily apologise, but I wanted to see if anyone liked this idea. I was even thinking about using Links to make a choice game... which could be fun, but I'm not sure.

Hope you enjoyed n if you want something please ask I love you all!

[helloliriels]

There had never been anyone before.

None who stayed.

Sherlock's mind was racing, despite his best intentions to keep it together today. The wedding.

John's suit fit like a glove. Tailored to perfection. Sherlock had made certain of that.

The corsage was of a green carnation, and a soft pink rose bud.

Soft. Suble. Unobtrusive,

And spoke volumes.

Sherlock felt the tears coming to his eyes, and told himself to breathe. Just breathe ... still he could feel his courage slipping, as he began to hyperventilate ...

Then he felt the firm hand Mycroft placed on his shoulder like a steadying rock.

He could get through this.

Eyes closed ... he thought of the relationships of his past ... "friends" who had one by one moved on to calling him "freak"

And wondered ... would John have stayed?

"Brother dear ... open your eyes ..."

Mycroft's voice invited him softly, breaking his fearful torrent of thoughts, "... your husband is waiting?"

Sherlock took a deep breath,

Opened his eyes

And saw him ...

John Watson.

Here. Ready. Willing. Having accepted Sherlock's proposal upon his return from the dead. It was reality? He wasn't dreaming?

Sherlock had lied to John. Hurt him. Cut him more deeply than any man should ever wound a friend, let alone ... a lover ... and still John said 'Yes' ...?

As Sherlock held out his hand, and John took it ... he knew.

Yes. He would have stayed.

He did stay.

And now Sherlock would to. Until death parted them. And only then.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband ... to have ... and to hold..." John squeezed his hand and smiled up at him, reassuring and oh, so real ... "... til death do you part?" The minister asked.

Sherlock felt something unfurl in his heart. Something that felt like hope. The hope now reflected in John Watson's deep blue eyes ...

"You know I do, John," he whispered to his soon-to-be-husband. The thought made him shiver with anticipation ...

The minister carried on ... "... and do you John Hamish Watson, take this ..."

"Handsome? Brilliant? Oh, so charming man ...?" John was whispering over the ministers scripted words to Sherlock's wonder. Neither could take their eyes off each other.

At last they felt the minister pause with his question aired?

"Oh God, yes," John nearly giggled replying. His would-be-husband blushing in response.

"You may now kiss-"

They crashed together. Their kiss was all but chaste, and only broken by Mycroft’s tap to Sherlock's foot, and a gruff clearing of his throat.

Sherlock stole the ministers next role, proudly puffing his chest as he announced loudly to the small assembly:

"I am both astonished and humbled to have the pleasure of introducing you to ... Mr. John Hamish Holmes," Sherlock paused, holding the weight of those words, "and the luckiest man on earth-"

"- and also the cleverest" John interjected. Sherlock grinned from ear to ear, "Mr. Sherlock William Scott Watson."

At that John laughed heartily, the crowd cheered; Mrs. Hudson cried.

Sherlock snuck another kiss near John's ear, whispering "you know you do that out loud?"

"You could always stop me like this?" John teased, pulling Sherlock down for another good snog.

Lestrade shouted impishly at their antics, "Oi! Get a room you two!!"

"Already booked!" Sherlock countered ... as John took his hand and raced down the aisle with him.

The start of a new adventure.

FFF#249 Open Your Eyes | Sherlock Fandom

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ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ

pairing: astronaut! yunho x astronaut! reader (fem)

genre: space au, angst, smut

summary: your lover visits your room during the late night hours.

w.c: 2.2k

warnings: service top! yunho, sub! reader, pet names, oral (receiving), fingering, edging, kissing, unprotected mirror sex, squirting, tiny spit mention

a/n: i keep hurting myself with these ahhhh im so sorry i swear this is the last angsty one for the fff series ;-; also listen to 'astronomy' by conan gray if you want to cry <3

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Sitting on the edge of your bed, you stared out of the large, clear window on your side of the spaceship, quietly surveying the abundance of stars, some fading into the dark void of space, some glowing intensely, their light almost blinding — though the brightest ones were destined to die sooner than later. Your fingers rubbed the edges of the silver locket you usually kept tucked away inside your suit, slowly opening and closing it back up, idly glancing down at the small picture of your one and only love, who was smiling back at you through the faded glass.

It was only when you heard the ding of your door passcode being punched in correctly that you snapped out of your trance, your face lighting up at the sight of the man you were quietly reminiscing about. "Yunho, you didn't have to visit me this late, you know. You should be getting your rest," you nagged him, despite the light blush that formed on your cheeks, your lips curling into a small smile.

Yunho stood there for a moment, simply gazing at you, returning the smile you gave him. "I can rest once I've given you my love, Y/N." He walked towards you, momentarily distracted by his reflection in the window behind you, studying his features, as though they were unfamiliar to him.

"Your love, hm?" You ran your thumb over your locket one last time, before standing up from the bed in front of him, distracting him from his reflection. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” You ran your fingers along the seam of his sleek suit until you got to the zipper near his neck, slowly pulling it down, revealing his broad body underneath.

He mirrored your actions, unzipping your suit as well and peeling off your undergarments until your were bare before him, leaving only your locket. “What was I like back then?” he asked softly, holding your locket in the palm of his large hand, opening it up to look at the faded photo.

You placed your hands on his forearms, feeling his tense muscles underneath, running them up onto his chest and downwards, closing your eyes. “Strong-willed, full of life, and always ready for the next adventure…” you recalled, your voice cracking slightly toward the end of your sentence.

He sensed your pain, lowering himself to press his forehead onto yours as an attempt to comfort you, closing his eyes as well. “We were inseparable, weren’t we?”

“Mm-hmm…” You placed your cold hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along his jaw for a while, eventually opening your watery eyes, meeting his brown ones that were already gazing into yours. “You were my everything. You still are.”

Yunho’s serious disposition softened completely, coming to understand his role and effect on your life. “Come here, Y/N,” he beckoned, holding your chin and tilting it up towards him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, eventually pulling back, only for you to chase him, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. When you slipped your tongue into Yunho’s mouth, he moved his against yours, your eyes shut tight, despite his being open ever so slightly to study your reactions. Once you were finding yourself needing more, you broke the kiss, whispering against his lips, “Darling, can you please go down on me?”

Yunho licked your saliva from his lips, his hands running up and down your waist. Thinking of the soft smile he had in the photo, his lips curled into the same exact one, looking down at you with kind eyes. “Of course I can, Darling. Whatever you want, I can provide.”

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Yunho was positioned between your thighs, holding you down on the edge of your bed, quietly lapping at your soaked folds and slit, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. “Mm, Yunho, that feels good,” you moaned softly, reaching down to run your fingers through his dark locks, admiring how he looked below you.

“How can I make you feel better than that? Should I use my fingers?” he inquired, studying your flushed features and waiting for further instruction, his large tongue now swiping at your clit. “Based on your previous preferences, maybe my cock?”

“Yunho, I want you to do whatever you want to me…just take your time…and make me so wet, I make a mess…” Just as you spoke, Yunho suddenly grabbed your ankles and moved them up so that they were near your head, standing above you. Blushing, you looked up at him with glossy doe eyes, watching as he sent a long string of spit down onto your mound, feeling it slip down your cunt. “Edge me, okay?”

“Mm.” Yunho eagerly rubbed two fingers up and down your messy cunt, from your clit to your hole, making you whimper. He studied the wet, squelching sounds it made, zoning in on it, two small rings of light rotating around the edges of his irises. “I’ll edge you, my love, until you unravel entirely for me.”

Yunho kept his promise. Without fail, he regularly brought you to your limit with his tongue and fingers, only to rip your orgasm away from you at the very last second, over and over again until you broke down.

“Yun…ho…” you whispered in a fragile tone, tears staining your cheeks, crying out from the sensation of your lover rubbing your g-spot with his weighted fingers. Your lower half felt hot and heavy, continuing to pulse, your arousal leaking out of your cunt like a broken faucet. “I want to cum now…”

Yunho hunched over to bring his mouth onto your mound, speeding up his arm movements, using his tongue to rapidly swipe at your clit. He had exerted so much energy during the past hour to bring you in and out of a state of pure pleasure, though he didn’t have a single drop of sweat on his body. “Cum, my Darling. You’ve been so good for me,” he moaned onto you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you chanted under your breath, more tears spilling out of your watery eyes. It felt so good to be taken care of by your love, so much so that it made you forget entirely about how insanely lonely it felt to be trapped in a metal prison day after day, all while floating aimlessly around space for an unforeseeable amount of time. “Yunho…!”

Yunho watched your cunt pulse around his fingers, a sudden squirt of liquid spraying onto his face, making him close his eyes and shake his head a bit, the tips of his hair wet.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, baby.” You pulled your legs back down and sat up when Yunho released them, breathing heavily and feeling a bit faint from cumming so hard. “I didn’t mean to…”

He shook his head again, holding up his cum-soaked fingers in front of you, spreading them to watch the thick strings drip down onto his palm. “It’s only natural with how many times I edged you, baby. You seem to like going back and forth between a state of pure pleasure and immediate loss. Is it that enjoyable?”

You grew quiet for a moment, turning your head to gaze out into space, focusing on the nearest planet, which was Saturn, though it’s rings were invisible from how far your ship was stationed.

“Y/N?” he called, putting a hand down on your shoulder, but standing still, not sure what to do next. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you answered softly, slowly standing up from the bed and leaning your back against the cool glass of the window behind you. Noticing how incredibly hard Yunho was, his cock completely stiff and twitching, you reached over and ran your fingers up his length. “What do you think I would like next?”

He observed you for a few seconds, pressing his cool body against yours, replying, “For me to fuck you against the window. You want it rough too. You want to forget.”

Though your pain remained, your urge to be filled by Yunho was much stronger than your urge to eject yourself out into space with the aid of an emergency escape pod. You tilted his head down and pressed your lips to his jaw, whispering, “Then, what are you waiting for?”

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With your hands pressed firmly into the glass, you were routinely slammed forward into it, having to keep your arms bent to prevent your face from being smashed. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby…” Yunho had his body completely flush against yours from behind, with one arm snaked around your waist to keep you still, the other routinely rubbing your clit, his fingers barely brushing over his cock as it pounded into you.

“Look at your pretty face, Darling,” he commanded, using one hand to grab your chin and make you focus on your reflection, his other hand still working on your clit. “Your cheeks are filled with warmth…your body heat is rising more and more, and your eyes are glossy and dilated, full of so much lust for me…”

“It’s all because of you…” Shuddering when Yunho began leaving kisses and licks to your neck, his eyes still focused solely on yours in the reflection, you almost felt like you couldn’t take it. “Fuck me against the window now, Yunho. I want to face you.”

Yunho obeyed, spinning you around and lifting you up from the floor by with your waist, then pressing you into the window and wrapping your legs around him. “Do you want to kiss me, Darling?” Observing your quiet nod, he slotted his lips onto yours, slipping his tongue inside almost immediately. Exploring your mouth with urgency, he sunk his fingers into your soft hips, your arousal allowing his thick length to slip in and out of you with ease.

With your heads tilted and your mouths open, your tongues entwined, occasionally swiping at one another, your combined saliva dripping down your chins. Just as you felt like you would somehow float away into space, you wrapped your arms tightly around your lover’s neck, squeezing him against you, his cock ramming into you so quickly, you were almost afraid that he’d crack the glass behind you. “Cumming…” you moaned into his mouth, barely able to form the word without the use of your tongue, opening your eyes to watch as he sucked on yours.

Yunho broke the kiss, licking your saliva away. He placed his lips near your ear, breathing heavily into it, “Would you like to hear how much I love you as you cum for me?”

“Yes. Tell me.” You nodded your head so quick it almost made you dizzy, your heated core throbbing so intensely, you knew his words would drive you over the edge.

Yunho pulled back to gaze into your half-lidded eyes, replying in a soft voice, “I love you so much, my Darling. My love for you is stronger than the gravitational pull of Saturn to its rings.” Hearing you moan and feeling you clench around his cock, he continued, wanting you to cum as hard as you could for him. “No, my love for you is more like a burning star, filled with a devout determination and fire to never go out.”

It was too much. All of it. “Yunho!” you cried out, your voice hoarse and broken, clutching him so close to you, you could feel his heart ticking against yours. Your essence practically poured out of you, spilling down his length and thighs, eventually trickling down onto the dark carpet.

After a kiss or two, Yunho set you down, allowing you to turn around and face the vast emptiness of space once again, his hands rubbing your shoulders as a way to comfort you. In a daze, you almost didn’t hear him when he asked, “Do you think you’ll ever be able to move on?”

“Huh…?” You suddenly heard an audible whirring sound coming from behind you, causing you to turn around just in time to watch as your lover's face slowly disappeared and began to be replaced by smooth silver chrome. It never got easier to see that, no matter how many times it happened.

The android stood up straight, studying the back of you when you turned away from it. Instead of Yunho's gentle voice, an emotionless robotic tone came out instead, asking for the nth time that week, "Do you want to extend the session, Y/N?”

You ran your fingers over your precious locket, gazing at your lonely reflection sitting inside an ocean of black. "Yes, for another hour."

A few lights glowed around the metal seams of the android, eventually questioning with the same emptiness as before, "Would you like to replay the same scenario or should I program a different one?"

You closed your eyes, hanging your head, not having the strength to be alone again. "You can do the same one."

There was silence for a moment, the mechanical sound growing louder, before a hand settled on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. You looked up at the android that resembled your one and only love, who was long gone, your memories of him scattered like the stars that surrounded you. With a heavy heart, you nuzzled your cheek against his hand when he placed it there, still finding solace in his artificially made smile and twinkling eyes. "Yunho..."

He caressed your tear-streaked face, his lips forming the same frown you gave him, imploring softly, "My love, why are you crying?"

You shook your head, allowing him to wipe your tears away with his thumbs. "No reason. I'm just happy to see you, is all."

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[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Haknyeon thought he would get you all to himself, but his other roommate for the tour and two additional guests want a taste, too. Pairing: Juyeon, Changmin (Q), Haknyeon, Eric x fem!reader Tropes: idol au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, very minimal mxm Smut Warnings: oral (m receive), group sex, bukake, protected sex, light breath play, praise, dirty talk, light impact play, multiple orgasms Word Count: 2,257 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: Well, we’ve reached the end of FFF!! I hope everyone’s enjoyed this series! ALSO PLS BE PROUD OF ME! I DID ALL 29 DAYS WITHOUT MISSING ONE EVEN WITH MIDTERMS HAPPENING!!! Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Blow by Jackson Wang

“Miss,” a bodyguard approaches you, “please follow me.”

You turn around and furrow your eyebrows together, “Did I do something wrong?”

The man shakes his head, “I just need to speak with you for a moment.”

You wave your friends off, telling them that you’ll catch them later. The bodyguard walks, and you follow after him. Most people had cleared out after the concert. The only people you see are the staff closing down the stands for merch. Just as you’re about to question the man again, he stops. Stepping to the side, you see who you assume is another staff member.

“You’re of age correct?”

“Yes.” You answer cautiously.

He pulls a paper out, “One of the boys wants to take you back to the hotel. We’ll take you back there if you consent and sign this.”

To say you’re shocked is an understatement. You stand there and process the situation for a few moments. The second man clears his throat, recapturing your attention. Reaching out, you take the pen from his hand. You don’t ask which member wants to hook up with you or why you, of all people. You barely read through the document before signing it. The man takes the pen and document back from you before slipping into the room behind him. Your gaze turns back to the bodyguard, who stays silent.

“Am I going to go in the vans with them?”

“No.” He says shortly, “You’ll probably be tossed into the one with the makeup artists. It would be compromising if you got in the van with the members.”

You nod and stay silent in the space with him. It feels like you stand in silence in front of the closed door forever. After a while, you hear the bodyguard’s phone chime. He makes a small noise to gain your attention before jerking his chin. It seems to be a silent communication that you’re leaving the venue. 

He guides you around the back of the building and into a van. Half of it is filled with rolling cases, which must have a million different hair and makeup products. You climb in and sit in a random seat. Soon after, makeup artists join you in the car. None of them speak to you. They hardly even acknowledge your existence in the vehicle. The car ride feels like an eternity. You get notifications that the boys are posting their post-concert tweets. It feels surreal that one of them wants to hook up with you. Who it is remains a mystery to you. Maybe that’s part of the fun, though. 

Once you arrive at the hotel, you wait in the car for someone to guide you to the right place. The same bodyguard from earlier comes to retrieve you from the van. He still says as little to you as he possibly can. The walk into the building is silent, the ride in the elevator is silent, and even the walk down the hallway is silent. He stops in front of a door and quietly knocks. He steps back while waiting for someone to answer the door.

“Can you at least tell me whose room I’m going to?” You huff.

“Is there someone you’re hoping for, sweetheart?” It’s Haknyeon.

Your body goes stiff, and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s stunning, to say the very least. His hair is a bit wet and tussled as if he had just finished showering. You shake your head, eyes clearly wandering as you take in the sight of him. He smirks with a small sigh. You swear the sight of him pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek could send you to an early grave. You glance to your side and find that the bodyguard is gone. In all fairness, you can’t blame him for wanting to leave as soon as he could. Hakneyon opens the door further and allows you to step into his room.

You don’t even get a breath in before Haknyeon has you pinned to the door with both your wrists trapped in his hand above your head. The immediate feeling of his body against yours, your body heat morphing into one shared feeling, makes you positively melt. His lips against yours feel like a sinful heaven. You wrap your legs around his waist before he takes a handful of your ass with his free hand. Haknyeon pulls you off the door and sits down on his bed with you in his lap. You grind against him desperately. His hand that was previously holding your wrists tangles itself into your hair. 

“Haknyeon,” you breath against his lips, “wanna suck your cock, please?”

“So eager to please.” He smirks, “Go on, pretty. Let me see how much prettier you get on your knees for me.”

You waste no time sinking onto the ground between his spread thighs. He helps you make quick work of the clothing on his lower half. He kicks away his sweatpants the moment they pool around his ankles. You take his cock in your hand, kissing up and down his length. Once in a while, you give a few kitten licks to his tip, making him groan lowly. His hand finds its way back into your hair as you finally take his tip in your mouth. You suck gently for a few moments before Haknyeon decides to take matters into his own hands. He pushes your head down suddenly, making you take him fully down your throat. 

“So pretty choking on my cock.” He moans. “Maybe I should keep you lo–” 

His words are cut off by the sound of the room door opening, followed by Changmin’s laughter. You freeze but keep sucking him off dutifully. You know Changmin just walked in the room, but all you can think about is sucking Haknyeon off to the best of your ability.

“What’s this?” You hear Juyeon ask.

So Changmin isn’t alone. What a lovely coincidence.

“You find a little fun, Hak?” Eric questions.

“Damn right I did.” He chuckles, thrusting up into your mouth, “Think she’s one who would want to be fucked stupid, care to help me?”

“Is she comfortable with that?” Changmin asks.

You moan around Haknyeon’s cock, looking at him with wide glassy eyes. Everything about your muffled noise and your gaze tells him that you want it. You feel a pair of hands on your hips, pulling your clothing down over the globes of your ass. Two fingers lazily run through your folds for a few moments. When the fingers retreat, you wiggle your hips back. You want so badly to have that feeling again. You’re so lost in sucking off Haknyeon that you don’t process the sound of ripping foil in the room. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty.” Changmin warns you.

He pushes into you in one motion, and you let out a loud moan around Haknyeon’s cock. You want nothing more than to have the younger man cum all over you right now. Hollowing your cheeks, you focus as much energy as you can into making Haknyeon cum. He moans and holds you down on his cock for a few seconds. He tugs your hair again to pull you off his member. Haknyeon fists his cock until he cums. The pearly ropes land on your face. He watches your expression as you make desperate faces at the feeling of Changmin inside you. You know you look like a debauched, fucked out mess with his cum on your face as Changmin fucks you into next week. Haknyeon moves out of the way, opting to now just observe.

You hear a small whine from the other bed. When you turn your head, you see Eric seated between Juyeon’s legs. Juyeon’s long, nimble fingers are toying with Eric’s nipples as he fucks his own fist.

“W-want you in my mouth, please?” You ask, holding eye contact with Eric.

“Fuck, okay.” He groans.

The youngest man stands up and moves to the bed right where Haknyeon previously was. Immediately, you take him in your mouth. You still have Haknyeon’s cum on your face, but you love every moment of it. Changmin reaches underneath your body to roughly play with your neglected clit. The feeling of his fingers on your clit combined with the intensity of his thrusts, sends you hurling into your first orgasm of the night. You moan loudly around Eric as the sensation rolls through your body. Changmin suddenly pulls out, and you feel the condom drop against your back before feeling his cum land across your ass and back. He moans filthy words as the ropes land on your skin. They’re each marking your body, and you love how it feels. Before you even start to beg, Juyeon is behind you and pushing his long cock into your throbbing pussy. 

“Such a good pussy.” He groans once he’s fully inside you, “So damn pretty sucking Eric off while I fuck you. You love being double stuffed like this, don’t you?”

You moan around Eric’s cock and do your best to nod as you continue to give the youngest man a semi-lazy blowjob. Eric lets you have full range to do whatever you please with him. After being basically throatfucked by Haknyeon, it’s a nice change of pace. Juyeon is just as intense as Changmi, though. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts. He removes the condom from your back, leaving the view of Changmin’s cum on your back in front of him.

 Juyeon reaches forward and pushes your head down onto Eric’s cock. He holds you there for a while. Your eyes brim with tears, and your lungs scream for air, but you love every moment of it. You look up at Eric through your lashes. His eyes are half-lidded and swimming in pleasure. 

“So fucking pretty. And to think, Haknyeon was going to keep you all to himself.” Eric scoffs, “You’re too damn good to keep to one person, isn’t that right?”

Juyeon releases your head. You pull off Eric’s cock fully and jerk him off. Your spit coats his cock in a thin shiny layer, making pornographic wet sounds as you move your hand around him.

“It would’ve been such a damn shame i-if– fuck!” you cut yourself off as Juyeon thrusts into you harder, “If he kept me to himself.”

“You like being used by all four of us?” Changmin questions from the other bed.

You turn your gaze toward him. He’s lounging back on the bed, clearly enjoying his post-orgasm bliss. Haknyeon is sitting at the edge of the bed, hand on his cock again as he fucks his hand slowly. His eyes are focused on where Juyeon’s cock continuously fucks into you. 

“Love it so much!” You moan, “Love being used by you guys.”

Juyeon smacks your ass lightly, “So fucking good for us.” 

“So fucking good.” Eric groans, “Why don’t you wrap those pretty lips around my cock again?”

You don’t need to be told twice. You bring Eric’s cock back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just like you had with Haknyeon. Eric lets out a loud moan. He starts to thrust up into your mouth. He has his hands back behind him on the mattress as leverage as he fucks your throat. You can already tell he’s close based on the intensity of his thrusts. You make garbled, needy sounds. There’s spit and cum running down your face. It’s filthy, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. Your pussy pulses as you cum around Juyeon’s cock. Your thighs shake so hard they nearly give out underneath you. Eric takes a handful of your hair and pulls out of your mouth. He cums across your face. Some of it lands on your lips, which you happily lick into your mouth and swallow. The rest lands on your cheeks and forehead and drips down your chin. 

Juyeon pulls out of you after your orgasm subsides and takes off his condom. He jerks off against your ass until he cums across your ass and back. Just the knowledge that the four of them have cum all over you makes your body desperate for more, even though, as it stands, you can barely support yourself on your knees. Haknyeon must’ve taken note of your state and swept in to take you up in his arms.

“You must feel real gross right now.” He jokes lightly, “Covered in drying cum and drool.”

“I actually love it.” You beam, “I’m just a bit tired.”

“You’re not sleeping anywhere covered in cum and drool, sweetheart.” He cringes at the idea.

You hum, “I won’t be able to stand in the shower.”

“I’ll help you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, the feeling of drying cum on your face finally starting to get to you.

“The others won’t bother us. Changmin is the only other person staying in the room. He already cleaned up. Juyeon and Eric can clean up in their own bathroom.”

“You’re letting me stay? You’re helping me clean up?”

Haknyeon chuckles, “I’m a celebrity, not a dickhead. It would be real stupid of me to try to make you clean yourself up in this state, let alone get back to where you’re supposed to be at nearly three in the morning.”

“T-thank you.” You respond, not sure what else to say.

Haknyeon smiles lightly, “You’re welcome. Don’t be surprised if you wake up with me between your thighs, though.”

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[leonardalphachurch]

@redvsbluesecretsanta present for @thetality !

sorry that she is late chronic fatigue has been absolutely kicking my ass please give love to @donut-entendre who without his help i would not have been able to finish this 🙏

thetality asked for something with theta and/or caboose so i decided to go with modern au fluffy bonding stuff. bc the world needs more theta caboose friendship

(also available to read on ao3)

***

Waffles Time

Theta wakes up at 3am scared and alone. Caboose takes it upon himself to make them feel a little less alone.

This can only mean one thing: it’s waffles time.

Blink. Blink blink.

Theta rubbed the sleep out of their eyes.

Wait.

Theta rubbed the sleep out of their eyes?

Oh.

Their mind was quiet, but for a buzzing of anxiety and stress. No one else was there. No welcoming. No arguing.

They looked around. The time on their watch read 2:35. AM. A message popped up. An unknown number.

They looked around. Their phone lay on the floor across the room. Even from their place on the bed, Theta could see the screen had been shattered. A dent in the wall above it.

Oh.

Theta took off their watch.

It wasn't long before footsteps lingered in the hall, pausing in front of their door.

"Church?"

Oh no.

Theta didn’t want to talk to Alpha’s friends. They didn’t want to have to answer questions and be looked at and judged and—

“Um. Please go away please.”

“Yeeeaaah... No… Are you okay? Did you also have a nightmare? Because…"

Theta fumbled for the lamp, flicking it on and wincing at the sudden brightness. Their things were a little bit everywhere.

“... but I get those all the time. Sometimes my dad dies again and-"

Boxers. Why did Alpha have to sleep in just a night shirt and boxers? The leg of a pair of sweatpants poked out of a pile on the bed. They quickly pulled it on.

“... I always hate the marshmallow dreams because Tucker always eats them all and there isn't any left… Hey, you're really quiet today!”

Oh, right. Alpha wasn’t very nice to his friends, was he.

“No I’m very normal!” Theta shouted at the door, “um. Fff.. fuck, you.” They winced at their own words.

The doorknob clicked horribly as the man pushed in.

Theta ducked under the covers. “Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.”

“Oh, you don't have to be sorry for locking the door! It was already broken - which wasn't anyone's fault - Did you forget again? I can remind you any time."

That… wasn’t why they were apologizing. But for some reason, it did help ease Theta’s worries. They peeked out from under the covers.

Towering over the bed was Caboose, complete with messy bedhead and big warm pajamas. He looked down at Theta with a large, sleepy grin. When Theta just kept staring back, his expression got contemplative.

Should… should they say something?

But there was no need, as Caboose seemed to suddenly realize something. “Oooohh.... You're the little one!”

“Um….” Theta considered lying, but they would never make a convincing Alpha. “Maybe…”

“Hello little Church!” Caboose launched himself onto the bed, bouncing a little as he landed.

Theta jumped backwards, “Um! H-hi…”

“You don’t have to run away, Little Church, we’re not playing hide and seek.”

“My name is Theta…”

“Okay. You don’t have to run away, Theta, we’re not playing hide and seek.”

“I, I know.” Theta tried to relax. Caboose wasn’t a threat. This they knew. Memories of Alpha’s friends were fuzzy and incomplete, but the emotions bled through. And the emotion Theta felt the most when looking at Caboose was an overwhelming sense of trust.

That didn’t mean that he wasn’t loud, though.

“Can you, um, sorry, um,” Theta tried to communicate their desires without words. Caboose just stared at them, waiting for the words to come. “I… need a shirt.”

It wasn’t what they’d meant to say, but it worked. Theta really wasn’t comfortable with any amount of awareness of the whole “having a body” thing, and wearing just a nightshirt didn’t help with that.

“Oh, yeah I can help with that!”

In one swift motion, too quick for Theta to protest, Caboose had removed his sweater and stuffed it over Theta’s head.

Church’s body wasn’t small by any objective measures, but compared to Caboose…

As Theta pushed their hands through the sleeves, far too large for them to even reach the ends, they felt absolutely tiny.

It was nice.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome!”

Caboose looked incredibly pleased with himself, sitting there now in just his own undershirt. Theta wondered if he was cold. Maybe they should give the sweater back. Alpha had a lot of shirts, they could wear any one of those.

As they started the offer, Caboose interjected, “Are you hungry?”

Theta paused. Were they hungry? Interpreting the body’s signals wasn’t always easy. Maybe that buzzing of anxiety was actually a buzzing of hunger. Only then did they notice the half eaten bag of chips on the bedside table. Was whoever last fronted recently snacking?

“I think I’m hungry, yeah.”

“Good! Let’s get Church to make us waffles.”

“Um.” Theta didn’t know what to say to that. They thought all of Alpha’s friends knew how it worked by now. This was the fear. The questions. The judgement. They didn’t know how to be someone else. “I don’t know. Um. Sorry I don’t think. Sorry I don’t. Sorry.”

Caboose stared at them as they nervously stammered out apologies. Finally, something seemed to click.

“Oh! Hm. I guess that doesn’t work. Hmmmmmmmm. Well… We can make it ourselves!”

“Oh… I don’t know how to make waffles…”

“I do! Let’s go!” Caboose announced as he leaped out of bed, racing out of the room.

“W-wait!” Theta scrambled to follow him. They really didn’t want to get out of bed, but they didn’t really want to be alone, either. Nervous to cross the threshold, they hesitated at the door frame.

“Um,” they called to Caboose, peeking slightly out of the door to see where he went, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to cook by ourselves!”

"Yes, it is an awesome idea!" Caboose declared, hanging from the doorway to catch his momentum. "We’ve got blueberries and strawberries and whipped cream and chocolate chips..."

He ducked into the room, his voice fading off, “And goldfish and cheese and mashed potatoes and blueberries and…”

Theta balked as he disappeared. “I wasn’t worried about the toppings…”

They definitely weren’t allowed to cook something at 2:30am… right? They tried to listen to their head, again. To call out to anyone there. Nothing. They wanted Delta, or Epsilon, or even Gamma. Someone in charge. Someone who could take care of things. Someone who could take care of them.

They thought back to the shattered phone on the floor. The message from the unknown number. Why had they fronted? Alone? The buzz of anxiety grew louder. Maybe they should go get their watch. They didn’t know who was texting them, but it clearly wasn’t good. Maybe it would be so not good it could trigger someone else out. Maybe they wouldn’t have to be alone—

“Here!”

Theta jumped at Caboose’s return. They’d been so caught up in their own thoughts they didn’t hear him approach. They blinked as they tried to reground themself, taking in the sight of the large man before them.

Caboose had grabbed a shirt identical to the one he was just wearing, that Theta was now wearing, and he was holding a…

Oh my gosh.

In Caboose’s outstretched hands was a large, LARGE bear plushie. Its huge, round belly was almost the size of Theta’s entire torso. But it’s head, oh man, it’s head was tiny. Barely the size of their fist. It’s arms and legs were stuffed at its sides, the proportions all out of whack. It’s fur looked like the softest thing Theta had ever felt.

It was incredible.

“Wow…”

“And gummy bears!” Caboose wiggled the bear at Theta, its limbs so filled with stuffing they barely flopped around.

“What?”

“We can put gummy bears on the waffles.”

“Oh…” Theta looked at the oversized bear. “Um, then what about?” They gestured at it.

“Oh!” Caboose looked down at the stuffed animal in his hands, almost looking surprised Theta had brought it up, as if he had forgotten it was there. “This is Big Fuck.”

“B- oh.” Maybe Theta would just call it Big.

“I thought he could be your friend. But not your best friend, since we are already best friends."

Theta took the bear— took Big— from Caboose.

“Okay. He doesn’t have to be my best friend, you can keep him."

Caboose tilted his head like a puppy.

"I was talking about you, silly."

“… I’m your best friend?”

"Yes, see, because Church is my best friend, you get part ownership because you are like a little him. And that's how stocks work!"

Theta clutched Big tight to their chest. They didn’t think that was how stocks worked, or how friendship worked but…

“Thank you.”

It was nice to have a friend.

“Yeah! And best friends make each other waffles. Let’s go!”

***

“Are you sure this is all okay to put in waffles?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Theta was sitting on the kitchen table, Big clutched in their lap. Their head peeked out over his, looking at the display Caboose had laid out in front of them. Plates and boxes and bags of junk food, candy, chocolate, frozen fruit, sauces. Leftovers. Theta didn’t think a lot of these things would be yummy. Or could even be cooked.

“Yeah, I’m basically an expert in waffles,” Caboose said, shaking the bottle of Bisquick furiously. You have to do it as fast as possible, he’d said earlier, right before shaking the loose cap off and splattering batter all over the kitchen. Tucker will clean that up later.

Theta plopped another marshmallow into their mouth. Their sticky hands had already left some mats in Big’s fur, but someone would probably clean that up later, too. Probably.

Now, though, they were just having a fun time hanging with their friend.

“Mmm. Okay. I trust you.”

“Good! Watch.” Theta watched as Caboose poured the batter onto the waffle iron. It glooped out, overfilling the squares.

“Cool. Now what?”

Caboose gestured towards the display. “Now you put stuff in it!”

Ooooh yes. This was what Theta was looking forward to. They delicately placed Big onto a chair before going, what some might call, absolutely feral. Some logical part of them said that grabbing handfuls of every sweet that adorned the table and throwing it onto the uneven batter probably wouldn’t end up with a good waffle, but they ignored that part. After all, they were Theta, not Delta.

“Okay! Done.”

Caboose appraised their mountain of sugar-y goodness with serious consideration. Theta grabbed Big again, suddenly nervous about their creation. Caboose narrowed his eyes. Theta held their breath.

“This…………. is a good waffle.” He slammed the iron shut with what was probably way too much force. Even still, Theta beamed.

It didn’t take long until the smell of burnt caramel started wafting from the machine.

“Is that okay…?”

Caboose nodded sagely. “That’s how you know it is going to be good.” In a swift motion, he extricated the waffle from its burning home, planting it squarely on the table.

Theta didn’t think it was supposed to look like that. There was burnt chocolate and bubbling gummies and melted hard candies and uncooked batter. It didn’t get to look ugly for long, though, as Caboose helpfully started pouring on syrup and chocolate and whipped cream.

Theta hadn’t seen this much sugar in their whole life.

“Bone app to eat!” Caboose pushed the waffle in front of Theta.

They grabbed it with both hands (ow. still a little hot.) and took a bite.

Oh….

It wasn’t what most would call “good.” The flavors clashed in ways Theta didn’t have the words to describe, but which Sigma might’ve called “offensive” or “an affront to nature.” But still. It was interesting, and it was sweet, and they were having a lot of fun trying not to spill sugar all over Big’s tummy, so maybe Caboose was onto something.

Caboose looked pleased with Theta’s reaction. They could only guess their expression was some mixture of disgust and intrigue, but they kept eating it, so maybe that’s what Caboose was going for.

Caboose started on his own creation.

Or maybe, Theta thought as they watched him work, “creation” was a generous word for it. Maybe Sigma would call this one “monstrosity.”

Caboose systematically grabbed every single topping they’d laid out on the table. He seemed to consider all of his options with great importance, putting some straight onto the iron, some into the bottle, yet others on the side, presumably to be added later. Once he was happy with his choices, he took the bottle again (being very careful, Theta noted, to make sure the cap was on fully this time) and shook with an incredible vigor. The items on the pan continued to sizzle. He emptied the bottle’s contents into the iron, squeezing to get it out as quickly as possible. Goop dripped over the sides. The ingredients that had been saved for later had now found their later, triumphantly thrown onto the pile.

It was way too tall to be closed, Theta thought.

Well, apparently, they thought wrong.

With somehow even more force than he’d used for Theta’s, Caboose acted like a hydraulic press, crushing the lid into its bottom. And, much like the greatest hydraulic press videos, mess squeezed out the sides in a spectacular fashion.

Theta chewed idly while the scene played out before them.

Caboose gave a thumbs up, his other hand still holding the iron down as it continued to cook.

If before it smelt like burnt caramel, this was just burn. Theta crinkled their nose.

And nearly jumped out of their skin when the fire alarm went off.

Caboose looked at it, both annoyed and quizzical. “I thought I took the life out of you.” He reached up, easily able to pull the alarm off the ceiling, and dumped the batteries out.

He turned back to Theta, “That is how you know it will be really good!”

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Theta jumped again, clutching Big even tighter to their chest.

There, standing in the hallway, was Tucker, wearing nothing but a nightcap and a blanket.

Well, maybe there was more to describe there, but Theta wouldn’t know, as their eyes were suddenly covered by Caboose’s large hands.

“Tucker! Put some clothes on! There is children here!”

“What??? What are you talking ab— Dude, get the fucking—!”

Theta heard a scuffle. They tried to pry Caboose’s hands away from their eyes, but the man was too strong.

“Hey! Don’t touch my waffle!”

“You’re gonna burn the fucking apartment down!”

“I am not! I know how to contain a fire, Tucker. Excuse me,” Caboose removed his hand from Theta’s eyes and turned to them, “Hold this please.” He grabbed Theta’s hand and put it over their own eyes.

Theta stayed like that for a moment. Then they remembered that they could remove their hand themself, and felt a little silly.

The waffle iron was now unplugged and slightly smoking. An annoyed looking Tucker waved the cord at an equally annoyed looking Caboose.

“You are ruining waffles time.”

“Yeah, like a fire wouldn’t?” Tucker rolled his eyes, then turned towards Theta. “And what the fuck are you even doing?”

Theta’s blood turned to ice.

“I-”

“Do not yell at Theta.”

Caboose was a very large man. It was easy to forget, with his genial demeanor, just how much bigger he was than everyone else. How much stronger he was than everyone else. As Tucker’s eyes widened and he took a step back, staring at Caboose’s uncharacteristically stoic expression, he was certainly remembering.

It was a little nice to have the strong person be the one protecting Theta.

A wave of confusion washed over Tucker’s face as he registered what Caboose had said. “Theta…?” He looked over at them, in Caboose’s oversized pajama shirt, still clutching Big like it was a lifeline, still looking absolutely terrified. And confusion was replaced by realization.

“Oh, shit— uh, shoot, uh— fuck—” Tucker looked down at his blanket, the only thing covering his body, now even looser than it was earlier. He pulled it tighter.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” He whispered at Caboose.

“I said to put on pants.”

“That’s not— look, just,” Tucker sighed, then looked towards Theta, “Don’t eat that, okay?” He pointed at their waffle.

“But we’re hungry!” Caboose protested.

Tucker groaned. “I, will make you guys…” Tucker looked at the waffle iron. A bit of batter filled with leftover chicken and gummy worm slopped onto the counter. It continued to smoke. “Pancakes. Just, go into the living room and let me get dressed.”

“Okay!” Caboose happily bounded away, as if this was his desired outcome all along.

Theta looked down, sheepish. “Sorry…”

Tucker sighed, “It’s fine. This is nowhere near the worst it’s gotten.”

Theta looked up at the batter on the ceiling. Tucker followed their gaze.

He laughed. “Yeah, still not the worst.”

“Okay…” Theta got up from the counter, trying to make themself as small as possible.

“Hey.”

They froze. They looked at Tucker, bracing themself for scolding, yelling, reminders of how terrible they were for letting something like this happen.

But when Tucker spoke, it was soft.

“Next time, just wake me up, okay?” He looked exasperated, but, somehow, Theta could tell he was being genuine.

They nodded.

“Okay.”

Tucker smiled, and went to get dressed, and Theta went to go meet Caboose in the living room.

He was already sitting on the couch, flipping through some list of shows.

“Do you wanna watch something?”

“Um, whatever you want.” Theta plopped down on the couch.

“Okay! I will watch… Pokémon.”

“You like Pokémon?”

“Oh, yeah, sometimes me and Church watch it when Tucker isn’t home.”

“Oh… I didn’t know Alpha still liked Pokémon.”

“Yeah… I don’t know who Alpha is but… Pokémon is good.”

“Um, yeah, it’s my favorite.”

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“Are you… gonna put on the show?”

“Okay!” Caboose clicked the remote, opening to some random episode in the Gen V seasons. Theta didn’t know the episode, but they could tell because of the art style.

“All right,” Tucker called from the kitchen, “you guys are getting chocolate chip pancakes and that’s it.”

“BUT TUCKER!” Caboose immediately jumped up in his seat. “YOU CAN’T DO THAT! IT’S WAFFLES TIME!”

“You almost burned the house down! I’m not hearing it!”

Caboose bounded over the back of the couch to go yell at Tucker in the kitchen. Leaving Theta alone on the sofa.

Alone.

Theta was alone. They didn’t hear anyone in their mind. Their thoughts drifted back to the cracked phone, the unread message. What had caused them to be here alone in the first place.

But, as they turned around to look back at their friends, arguing over blueberries, as they clung to the largest teddy bear they’d ever seen, supremely sticky with sugar and syrup, as Pokémon blared in the background, a connection to their host they didn’t know they had…

Maybe they weren’t all that alone, after all.

[songmingisthighs]

Asmodeus

February Filth Fest - 7; demon fucking, somnophilia

group : ateez

pairing : demon!yeosang × reader

genre : smut, horror ?, fantasy

word count : 4.3 k

warning : mdni, smut; piv, fucking with a demon, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), dark themes, obsession ??, corruption ??, choking (sexy choking, not welcome to your funeral choking), breeding, risk play (pregnancy), squirting

a/n : i was so confused about what to write for yeosang's fff because initially i wanted to do smth like toys but idk it didn't really resonate with me ?? like for some reason i thought i could pick something more adventurous for yeosang. @rdiamond2727 said tentacle hentai (specifically the kraken seonghwa killed in symphony no.9) and i said go the fuck to hell

buy me coffee ?

You woke up with a jolt in cold sweats again.

A feeling of terror crawled up your skin as you coughed, throat feeling dry. Your eyes frantically looked around your dark room, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary but also wishing you wouldn't see anything popping up or out anywhere.

You've been waking up like that quite a lot of times this past two weeks and always in fear. But the thing is, you don't know what exactly it was you were afraid of. You had never had provlems sleeping in your room, it was your nest, you loved it so much. But lately it felt like something was in your room with you.

"I must be going crazy," muttering to yourself, you reached for your glass of water and gulped it down in an attempt to calm yourself down before going back to sleep. After putting your glass down on the nightstand, you scanned your room one more time, still feeling uneasy as if something was lurking but your eyes couldn't find anything (thankfully). So you simply laid back down on your bed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take you once again.

In your dream, you met the man that has beem visiting you in your subconscious plane. He was beautiful, dark hair, pale skin, and a birthmark under one of his eyes. He was mesmerizing and he was looking at you with so much affection. The beauty of the meadow was nothing compared to him. He was truly an art.

You walked closer to him and he reached out both hands for you to take, a gentle smile on his face as he brushed away a piece of hair from your face. "I've been wanting to ask if you wanted to be with me," he said with his deep, honey-like voice that made your knees almost buckled. Your hands automatically found purchase on his shoulders, pulling him close to you so that your faces were merely inches apart. "Of course I wanted to be with you," you said as you leaned close to connect your lips with his. Just as your lips were about to touch, you vividly felt the man's hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him with one hand tucked around your back and the other holding your leg on the side of his hips. You let out a shuddered breath when you felt the outline of his very hard cock pressing against your core, the hard appendage putting pressure on your clit just right. "Is this you telling me that you're giving me permission to make you mine? To take you however I please?" He confirmed, lips now grazing each other oh so teasingly and you couldn't help but squeaked out a 'yes!' and practically pounced on the man. Your lips melding as your bodies tangled on the ground. "Take me, Yeosang," you moaned into his lips, not realizing that your subconscious rendez-vous was making your physical body aroused.

Just as your consciousness drifted away, a figure stepped out of the shadows.

"Finally," the man breathed out shakily, taking a step closer towards your body that was laying down on your bed. Yeosang tugged his robe off, letting it pool on the floor.l to reveal his bare chest and low-hanging black trousers. Yeosang carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning his knees on either sides of your foot so he could tower over you. "You're mine, completely mine to use," he stated to himself, fingers clutching onto your blanket and tugging it off of you slowly as if he was doing a dramatic reveal of your body even to himself. Yeosang couldn't help but let out a shaky exhale when he was able to take your figure wholly and now with the chance of physically touching it.

Asmodeus was his demonic name but he hated it. He hated how people only see him as the Prince of Lust by calling him Asmodeus. So when he first visited your dream, unable to resist your sweet temptation, he was so close to devouring your subconscious form when you smiled happily and called him Yeosang. The innocence of your action and voice ironically caused his cock to twitch in his pants and ever since then, he made it his mission to have you give yourself to him and he will be patient. No matter how easily he could've just struck fear in you and forced you to surrender yourself to him, he didn't want that. For the first time ever, he wanted your devotion, he wanted your whole being and while it might have stemmed from him wanting to absolutely ruin you, the last thing he wanted was to actually destroy you.

With a gentle touch, Yeosang hooked his fingers on your sleep shorts and panties slowly. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed the lump in his throat as a string of slick appeared between your pussy and your cotton panties. It was almost immediate, but his resolve faltered and before he realized what he was doing, he was burying his face between your legs. It was hard for Yeosang to not just devour you completely, when his tongue dipped between your folds and he tasted you for the first time, his hands tightened on the flesh of your upper thighs in a vice as his hips rutted on your bed, seeking friction. A guttural groan escaped Yeosang's mouth and it sent vibrations straight to your cunt causing your body to involuntarily shift. Yeosang watched in delight when your legs spread wider open for him as your hips ground against his face. Your reaction served as a great motivator for Yeosang as he spread open your pussy lips with his thumbs and let his tongue flick your clit before dragging it down to dip at your hole. "Fuck," he moaned when he delivered a particularly harsh flick to your nub that made your hips jolted slightly.

Slowly, you regained consciousness. You didn't remember much but yoh remembered dreaming about Yeosang, about kissing him. Initially you thought that you woke up due to fearing something again as it was the only reason you could think of. But as yoh regained your consciousness, you suddenly felt a warm sensation creeping from your core and spreading to your whole body. The warmth was soon followed by pleasure as you began to realize that your room was filled with squelching sounds and that someone was between your legs, eating you out with tongue long and firm. Despite your confused state, you tried sitting up slightly to take a look but a hand shot up to hold you down by your stomach, causing you to gasp in surprise.

But it seemed like your surprise came too early because when you saw Yeosang lifting his head up from between your legs with a smirk on his face and chin wet with your arousal, you almost scrambled away. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let you go so easily, his grip was like a vice on you.

"Hello there, good for you to finally join me," he chuckled darkly. Your body froze in fear but at the same time, you couldn't help but clench at how sexy he looked. "Yeosang," you breathed out shakily, managing to call his name as you immediately recognized him. It was surreal because you were sure he was just a fragment of your imagination and nothing more. But when Yeosang groaned and accidentally humped on your leg as you called out his name, you couldn't deny that you found that so incredibly hot of him and it turned you on. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he breathed out as he slowly crawled up your body, revealing his milky white skin, his smooth pecs, and strong, bulging arms, it felt as if he was a predator and you're his prey, you felt small and intimidated just from the way his eyes were focused on you yet you couldn't help but get even wetter. "I'm so happy that you were willing to give yourself to me," his face was right on top of yours and his cold hand softly cupped your face. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest but you couldn't tell if it was from fear or arousal whichever it was, your legs instinctively snapped shut and it was only then you fully realized how wet you were, "Now, I'm making you mine," he said before crashing his lips on you.

You were caught by surprise, the impact sent you reeling back further into your pillow. While Yeosang's movements were both harsh and rash, his lips were soft and his touch was gentle on you. "What are you?" you asked, whispering against his lips in between kisses. Yeosang chuckled at your question, his lips slowly trailing down the side of your neck down to your collarbones, "I'm... the man of your dreams," you yelped when Yeosang bit into your shoulder in a teasing manner. Not satisfied with his answer, you whined and tried to push him off of you so you could look at him better. Yeosang's stomach churned and his hips twitched slightly when he saw you looking up at him with your bottom lip jutted forward and eyes glazed from sleep and confusion, "That didn't answer my question," your voice was small and low as if you were afraid to complain to him. And to be frank, if Yeosang were to focus on your scent, he could actually smell the fear out of you. But above that, your arousal is more prominent. When the scent hit his nose, his tongue tingled with your taste and he knew he had to make you his soon or else he'd go crazy.

So Yeosang pulled himself off of you momentarily, crawling backwards slightly to create space between you two (much to your disappointment). "I, my dear," you were suddenly pulled by both of your legs closer to him, your head left your pillow and instead resting directly on your sheets, "Am Asmodeus, Prince of Lust," with gentle, almost memory-engraving movements, Yeosang placed your legs on either side of him, "But to you," in a swift movement, he stuck two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a cry, "I am your King, Yeosang."

It was obvious that Yeosang was experienced and it wasn't just because he is the Prince of Lust, but it was because he seemed to know a great deal about how to make you weak without even trying. As one of his hands was preoccupied with pleasuring you, his free hand started taking himself out of the confines of his pants. You didn't even realize what he was doing until you felt him moving around under you as he was taking his pants off with one hand. Yeosang was barely pulling his pants down when you took ahold of the hand that was fingering you, surprising him. "Let me," you said, sounding a little braver now.

Tension filled the room, waiting for what to happen next. Slowly, you sat up the same time Yeosang pulled his fingers out of you which effectively made you feel empty but you decided that that didn't matter compared to what was anticipating you. Seeing you sitting up slightly, Yeosang stood on his knees towering over you with his bulky build. Your hands shook slightly as you reached for him, obviously intimidated because if what he said was true, then he was not a human being and you didn't even want to know what would happen if you fucked up. Little did you know, Yeosang could never think that you fucked something up, he absolutely worshipped the ground you walked on and it might sound weird especially since he was a demon and you were merely a mortal (or perishable according to his brother, Wooyoung), but the fact that you were so fragile was what made him so drawn to you in the first place.

"Don't be afraid," Your movements halted and your eyes snapped up to look at Yeosang, surprise on your face. "I'm as much as yours as you are mine," a shaky breath left your lips when Yeosang cupped your face in his big hands, his thumb gently caressing your bottom lip to soothe you. His words served as a great motivator for you as your movements became more sure. When your hands made contact with Yeosang's hips, he visibly shuddered and you couldn't believe how absolutely breathtaking he looked when his orbs turned from golden to red and how his milky white chest expanded when he took a breath. Nothing, though, nothing prepared you for the surprise that welcomed you when you pulled his trousers down and his cock sprung free, slapping his stomach with its tip angry red and leaking precum. He was massive, to say the least, hands down the biggest you've ever seen be it in real life or porn and you just know he knows how to use it. You had never felt attraction towards penises before as realistically speaking, it's still a penis and it's still weird looking but somehow when you saw Yeosang's, you just know you want it in your mouth.

"You're drooling," Yeosang chuckled. You blushed and swallowed the saliva that was accumulating in your mouth, embarrassed that Yeosang had caught you staring at his dick and getting so hungry over it. Though, he found it endearing, adorable even. He brought your face up to him, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss momentarily before detaching himself, "I know you want to have me in your mouth, but I'm claiming you first, okay?" he smiled.

In a flash, you couldn't even comprehend how it happened, but Yeosang had flipped you back onto your bed. You landed rather harshly so you were grateful for the cushioning. As you tried to make sense of the new position, Yeosang took his trousers completely off (allowing his cock to bounce and bob heavily with his every movement) and threw them somewhere he couldn't care for at that moment. He grabbed your right leg and placed it on his left shoulder, his lips trailing kisses from your calf to your ankle with his eyes closed, savouring the moment for himself as his other hand pulled your left leg to circle his taut waist. In this position, you could feel his bare cock pressing on your thigh and you surprised yourself when your back arched and hips rolled to have him graze against your cunt. "I've been waiting to have your body for so long, I fear I may not be able to hold myself back," he warned, eyes turning mockingly pitiful. You let out a whine when he bit the skin of your leg with his sharp canines though the pain merely made you clench your wet pussy. "Then don't hold back," you stated.

You could almost hear a switch being flicked in Yeosang as his grip tightened, on you and without doing much more than shifting his hips, he shoved himself halfway into your cunt without proper warning. If you think he was massive, now you DEFINITELY know that he was based on the aching pain in your cunt. It's not an exaggeration to say that it kind of felt like you were losing your virginity once again. So for the sake of the argument, let's just say you were losing your virginity whereas your virginity referred to being fucked by beings other than humans. "Fuck," you whimpered as tears dropped from your eyes when you squeezed them shut, the pain was rather too much for you as you didn't anticipate that it would be that bad. "You thought you could take me easily, didn't you, my ambitious little vixen?" Yeosang chuckled darkly, completely giddy from seeing your reaction to him. Your thighs shook when he tried to push in deeper and your body reeled backwards slightly, moving on its own to create a slight gap. "The pain will be over soon, I promise. I have to mould your little pussy with my cock first, okay? Can you hold on?" he asked, still in a mocking tone but his hands were caressing your legs as if to distract you from the pain he was inflicting. You know you could take him all in, you just needed time and put your trust in him. You wanted to answer but you found yourself unable to let noises out other than whimpers and cries so you simply nodded frantically to him.

It was rather torturous when Yeosang started moving, he pulled back first before pushing in slightly deeper than he had entered before. It was a tactic to make sure you both could progress without waiting too long. Because it was also torturous for Yeosang to pace himself and not just fuck you into oblivion especially when your cunt was gripping on him so tight and you felt so warm and you just looked so ethereal whilst taking his cock. You tried your best not to trash around and risk adding more pain to yourself, so to distract yourself, you held onto Yeosang's right hand on your left thigh as the other clenched onto your sheets. It was obvious that you didn't know how much you affected Yeosang as his muscles stiffened when he felt your hand reaching for him in an attempt to seek comfort. He was a demon for fuck's sake, what kind of a depraved human seeks comfort from a demon whose cock is fucking them? The best kind apparently. His.

The touch caused Yeosang to involuntarily thrust slightly deeper than he had intended and you could feel more pain than before. You yelped as more tears escaped from your clenched eyes and while it should've worried Yeosang, he only found you more beautiful as when you opened your eyes, they seemed like they were glittering.

Slowly, with every slow thrust Yeosang delivered, you felt yourself relaxing more and more and you felt your pleasure building soon you found your whimpers turning into moans and your cunt seeking more of him by grinding up. Yeosang smirked at the blatant display of need, it stroked his ego to see that you wanted him just as much (maybe slightly less, he assumed) as he wanted you. So he began thrusting harder. Your sopping cunt made obscene squelching noises each time he entered you, it was like you were sucking him in rather than him entering you and it felt amazing. The more you moaned, the more assured Yeosang became that you had gotten used to his dick inside you. "Shit, you're making it hard for me to control myself," Yeosang groaned as he started thrusting faster whilst simultaneously pressing his body onto you, widening your legs for him so he could press himself impossibly closer to you, effectively pushing the rest of him inside.

It wasn't until his cock was wholly inside you that you realized how thick and heavy it actually was. Your eyes rolled back into their sockets as your back arched, allowing the shirt you were still wearing to slip, revealing your bare breasts to Yeosang whom at the reveal simply wanted to suckle on them until they were raw. Your first orgasm came crashing down on you so abruptly, you hadn't had the chance to even realize you were cumming. Thighs shaking, hips rolling, and jaw slacking, it was like an opera to Yeosang who was transfixed at how you came from simply him filling you up. Although, the cherry on top was when you yelled out his name as your unravelled. No, you didn't use the name you gave him, the name that he held so preciously in his heart, but you called him Asmodeus. Never would Yeosang think that he'd love his name once again or even like his demon name as it was always tied to negativity and scrutiny. But the moment you called out to his demonic side, the moment you used it in a state of euphoria and pleasure, it felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. Which is both ironic and impossible.

The little bit of control left Yeosang's body seeing you come hard like that and before he could stop himself, he was pistoning his cock inside your sloppy cunt. You were barely done with your high when your core began buzzing with overstimulation. "Fuck!" Profanities started spitting out of your mouth when Yeosang shifted again, this time folding you in half, your right leg still on his left shoulder as his hands framed you on either side of your head. "You know," a powerfully thrust was delivered to your cunt so hard you could feel his balls slapping your ass, "I've never thanked you for giving me a name that I actually love," he smirked, pecking your lips gently, a complete 180 to they utter savage treatment he was giving your cunt. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he took your breath away (almost literally) when he folded both of your legs into your chest, his hands were placed on your knees as he towered over your bunched-up body yet again. His muscles flexed with every move and the moonlight was shining onto him so that you could see how angelic he looked even in such a position. You had your reservations about deities before, but Yeosang confirmed that he truly was the offspring of fallen angels because nothing would explain his beauty.

"As a thank you, how about I breed your greedy cunt and give you my babies?"

Words meant nothing as they almost fell on deaf ears from your overstimulation. What Yeosang said was barely computed in your brain when he resumed in abusing your pussy, now with a goal in mind. "Can I?" He managed out in between animalistic thrusts, "That way you'll be mine forever." You thought you had reached your maximum level of arousal but Yeosang's little suggestion pushed you over the edge and you felt like you were about to pop then and there. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, bind me to you forever Yeosang- Shit! Make me yours!" You cried out pathetically as your hands shot out, not realizing that you had grabbed his shoulder and his throat.

Yeosang's eyes darkened at your action, he could easily assume that you didn't even realize what you were doing like maybe it was just a one-time reflex, but to say that Yeosang didn't immediately notice that you had the potential of getting into some of the harder things he liked to do. And when you squeezed his neck in a response to him making your pussy feel so good, Yeosang's eyes rolled back and his hips stuttered slightly, almost halting due to the pleasure of having the oxygen minimalized from his lungs. Inadvertently, Yeosang pressed his own hands onto you which allowed you to experience the shortening of breath that Yeosang was experiencing.

Everything started to become too much. The animalistic pace, Yeosang's massive cock, the pressure on your body, and the lack of oxygen. Once again you found yourself getting close to climaxing, you could feel it at the very edge as adrenaline rushed straight to your head in anticipation of releasing again. Suddenly, you felt vibrations in your hand and it brought your focus to Yeosang who was growling. The hand that was gripping his neck was tightening so much that your fingernails dug into his smooth skin, red started surrounding the area and you even noticed some started to form wounds. "You're really trying to make me love you even more, aren't you?" Yeosang scoffed teasingly, making you realize that he actually liked you being rough with him.

All of a sudden your body froze, muscles tensing and your form growing rigid, your hands now gripping onto Yeosang incredibly hard that Yeosang verbally choked. Your brain felt fuzzy and you swore you blacked out momentarily when you came with a cry that fell deaf on your own ears. With Yeosang pressing onto your lower body, you started squirting, drenching Yeosang's toned stomach and lower region along with your sheets. It was the feeling of your juice splashing on him that made Yeosang came inside you as he promised. His eyes snapped shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you being filled by him, your juices mixing together inside you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes snapped shut, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cum endlessly filling you up to the point that he felt like it was resisting him slightly, trying to push his cock out of your warm cunt. While to you it simply meant that Yeosang came inside you and depending on demon biology it meant there's a chance you might get pregnant, for Yeosang, it meant that if any demons were to get close to you, they'll notice his scent on you and back off.

It took a while, but your limbs soon fell limp to your sides when Yeosang released you from his position by standing straight, still not wanting to pull out of you yet. You had passed out from the activity, your shirt sweaty and your chest rising and dropping slowly while your limbs were unmoving. Yeosang couldn't help but chuckle to himself, proud that he had picked the right person to claim but also proud of you that you were able to stand so long. His hand gently caressed your face, pushing some stray strands of hair away so he could admire your beauty wholly and when you nuzzled your cheek into his touch, he couldn't help but completely melt and fawn over you.

Now, how can he convince you to let him put his mark on you?

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FFF~ Day 14 <3

♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x Kim Hongjoong ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: coffee shop ♡Word Count: 2,685 ♡Warnings: this was completely self indulgent because valentine's day *sobs* dom/sub {dom joong/sub reader/dom san}, threesome, spitroasting, penetrative sex with barrier, oral (m recieving), m/f/m orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Edging, CJH  | Next Day~ Size Kink, PSH ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland@mejuiithe unholy trinity beta team

It was valentine's day and your favorite coffee shop was packed. You were pretty sure it had nothing to do with the actual sale or yummy confections decorated in pink and red. It absolutely had to do with the fact that the owners were serving everyone personally.

San had a big heart. Genuinely, he just wanted to serve people yummy food, see them enjoy something small in their lives. His shop was successful, in part due to his enthusiasm for his job but also because you could taste the love for his world in his beverages. 

Hongjoong, his partner in crime who did the baking, smiled widely for you when he saw you enter. He had just finished dropping off some heart shaped cookies that mimicked the heart candies with endearments on them. "Morning, Warm Heart."

You ducked your head in embarrassment and made your way to the counter to order some beverages. You always came here on your way to work to order beverages for yourself and your best friends. It made you happy to know they had something sweet, and sometimes warm, to keep them through the morning at least. San had made it a habit of using his handwriting to scribble the nickname "Warm Heart" on your cup, so that you knew which beverage was yours. He certainly wasn't helping the huge ass crush you had on him.

"Heart!" San yelled as he saw you approach the counter, "I hoped I would see you today! Double points because it's valentine's day! And look!"

San pushed forward a box of croissants with pink icing hearts on them. "Hongjoong filled them with spicy chocolate."

You whipped your head around to stare at Hongjoong who was flushing pink and went back to asking other customers how their orders were. "He didn't have to do that," You mumbled.

San smiled, full of happiness and mischievous energy. "He made them just for you, you know. No one else is going to try these."

You opened your mouth to order when San shook his head. "You don't think I haven't memorized your orders yet?" He pouted excessively, "Heart, you wound me."

"San, don't start with me today!" You waved a finger at him.

San giggled and then went to work. You moved aside to let others queue and you wandered the shop on the pretense of watching San work. His broad shoulders moved as he worked the various machinery to make your order of three beverages. His eyes were focused and his perma-pout never truly left his lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you scolded yourself. 

This infatuation with the coffee store owner and his bakery partner needed to be squashed. They were nice to everyone and the flirting is what made the shop popular. You knew it wasn't real. You just wished your heart knew that too.

"You're not gonna try them?" Hongjoong approached you, looking hopeful.

"I…" Whatever you were going to say died in your throat. Who were you to say no to a man who baked something just for you?

You opened the packaging and bit into one of the croissants. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Hongjoong! This is amazing?”

Hongjoong grinned widely, “The heat is okay?”

“No, this is now officially my new favorite thing,” You proclaimed, your tongue coming out to lick the corner of your lip to capture some of the spicy chocolate that had escaped.

Hongjoong helped you with the chocolate and you froze as you watched him suck on his thumb. Why did you feel like some dumb struck high school girl thinking of an indirect kiss? “Glad you like them.”

“Heart!” San shouted, bringing your attention back to him. He had been frowning before you came up for your drink order. “It’s all ready,” He beamed. 

“I hope you make a lot of money today, San,” You smiled happily, lifting your tray as a salute.

“Wait!” San leaned up over the slight wall of the counter. “Try your drink for me? I made it a bit differently this time.”

You tipped your head in confusion but placed the tray down so you could pull your drink from it. You wrapped your mouth around the straw and sucked. The sugary liquid hit your tongue and you gasped. “Mint?”

San nodded, smiling to himself. “You like it, right?” 

You sucked harder, eagerly drinking it. “Oh my god, the best you’ve made yet, San,” You proclaimed.

San looked satisfied, chin tucked into his chest. “Good. I’m happy to make you happy.”

“Bye, San!” You waved and grabbed the tray of drinks again. “Bye Joong!”

Hongjoong looked unhappy but waved back. You left the coffee shop, and delighted your friends with a valentine’s day delight. You shared your croissants and breezed through the morning until one of them pointed out there was something different written on your cup.

You dismissed it immediately. “It’s San. He always writes that. I don’t even think he remembers my real name, if I’m being honest.”

“Doesn’t know your name but writes his number on the cup?” Your friend said in bewilderment.

“What?!” You snatched up your drink, and low and behold, there was a pouty face drawn nearby with a series of numbers. San had to have written it. 

When you were on your lunch break at work, you immediately dug out your phone and texted the number. 

Heart: San, what is the meaning of this?

San: Can’t a guy give a girl his number?

Your heart was now beating out of your chest. This had to be a daydream. You probably fell asleep on your cubicle desk and were probably drooling right now. 

San: Did I beat Joong Hyung?

Heart: Beat him?

San: You only got my number today, right? ^^

Now you were having a full on panic. You rushed to the box of croissants and on the bottom was a neatly written note. I hope you’ll come back to the shop after hours, we have a surprise for you. Xoxo Hongjoong

You pinched yourself and yelped. Yup, this was definitely real. What the hell???

You desperately began to text San back.

Heart: I’m supposed to come to the shop later???

San: Oh poo, he did get to you.

Heart: I don’t know what this is…

San: please, come to the shop after hours. We’ll explain then

Work couldn't have dragged any slower. You spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You really, really, really liked the coffee shop owner. Hongjoong was also a delight to be around. Surely they both didn’t… you shook your head. It was stupid and downright cruel to assume anything. You were just going to have to show up at the coffee shop and find out what’s what.

The coffee shop had its closed sign on the door but when you tentatively rapped your knuckles on the glass door. San banged into the door in a rush to get to you and scared you. He quickly unlocked the door and let you in. 

“You came!” San said softly.

“Of course I did,” You replied, “It’s not every day you get the owners of a coffee shop demanding you see them.”

“Today we aren’t coffee shop owners,” Hongjoong said, sitting at one of the tables and chairs. His arms were crossed and his legs were spread.

“Are you aliens?” You joked.

“We’re men today, Heart,” San murmured at your side.

You swallowed nervously. “Men?”

“It’s valentine’s day today,” San started, “We both like you but we don’t want to fight over you. Will you choose?”

Your eyes went from San to Hongjoong in complete confusion. “Choose?”

“Or,” Hongjoong lifted an eyebrow at you, “Take us both so we don’t have any bruised hearts.”

San smiled mischievously, “Maybe some bruised skin though.”

“Ha ha ha,” You said mirthlessly, “Very funny guys but April Fools isn’t for a few more months.”

San grasped your chin in one hand, soft but firm. “This isn't a joke, Heart. We’re dead serious.”

“San,” You whispered his name, still unsure.

“Let me show you?” He asked, eyes glancing at your lips.

You nodded and then San kissed you. His lips took your bottom lip in between his, slowly and sensually kissing you. His hand curved around your jaw, holding you like you were the most precious thing to him in this world. You blinked consecutively when he released you, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. 

Hongjoong stood up from his spot and came over to the other side. “Ready for me next?”

Did you really have to choose? “Guys, I don’t think--” 

“Don’t think then, Heart,” Hongjoong cut you off, “Just let me kiss you.”

You nodded again and then Hongjoong captured your lips with his. Hongjoong’s kiss was full of teeth and tongue and you felt yourself being swallowed up by his passion. San was an ember and Hongjoong was the fire. Your lips chased his when he broke the kiss and he chuckled lowly, satisfied in response.

“So both then,” San said to Hongjoong, who nodded.

San took your hand, linking your fingers together and tugged you towards the back of the cafe where Hongjoong baked. Hongjoong’s hands settled on your hips, walking behind you. Once they found more privacy, all gloves were off. San pulled you against his body as he leaned back against the kitchen island and Hongjoong pressed himself against your back. Hongjoong was placing wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. He was sucking harshly and you whined about hickies. San massaged your ass and used your body to thrust up into to get himself harder. “He wants to mark you up, Heart. He wants someone to see that you’re already claimed.”

“Joong!” You scolded him and that’s when Hongjoong bit you in warning.

“Careful, Heart, or I might feel the need to mark you up more.”

You shivered and San giggled. “Give me another kiss, Heart.”

You began to not be aware of whose hands were where or what mouth was doing what. You were just a bundle of nerves as someone played with your tits or shoved their hands under your panties and swirled around your clit. Hongjoong was the hard while San was the soft. Where one coaxed you, the other demanded everything from you. The hot and cold wasn’t something you could deal with. All you could manage was to whimper and whisper their names, feeling pleasure that you knew no one else could outdo now that you had experienced two lovers at one time.

“You’re gonna take us both, Heart,” Hongjoong commanded in a rough voice. Currently, his dick was in between your legs, rubbing on the outside of your cunt, getting covered in your slick. 

You nodded in agreement, eyeing San’s throbbing cock in front of you. “Can I have you in my mouth, Sannie?”

“Joong, I think she’s drooling for my dick,” San teased you.

“I know she’s drooling for mine, but from a different set of lips,” Hongjoong responded in kind.

“I…please? Both of you?”

“I suppose you’ve been good for us,” San grinned.

You heard Hongjoong rip a condom wrapper from behind you and you braced your hands on San’s thighs while Hongjoong penetrated you. Your nails dug into San’s sensitive skin, taking in Hongjoong inch by fucking inch. “You’re doing great, Heart,” Hongjoong murmured from behind you. 

San, in complete contrast, gripped your ponytail by the base and shoved his cock into your mouth. You squealed but you were quickly groaning at the picture of pure sin San was emulating above you. His eyes were hooded and the tip of his tongue was between his lips. “That’s it, Heart, take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, just like you did the straw this morning.”

Hongjoong rubbed your hips once he bottomed out inside of you. San had already taken to thrusting into your mouth. You could do nothing but roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan as Hongjoong started to fuck you from behind. “You let us know if it’s too much, Heart,” Hongjoong said, sounding strained, “Fuck, this pussy is so tight.”

San laughed in triumph, “This mouth is everything. Heart, you’ll let me fuck your throat right? You can take my dick like that, right?”

“San, your dick is in her mouth right now, how is she supposed to answer you?” Hongjoong demanded.

“Oh,” San smiled goofily. He pulled out of your mouth with a pop. “Is it okay?”

Without San in your mouth, your moans just got louder as Hongjoong fucked you. The angle felt so fucking good that you couldn't focus on San’s question for a few minutes. “J-joong!” You protested.

Hongjoong smiled his own satisfied smile at being able to fuck you dumb and then slowed his pace. “Go ahead, Heart, answer San.”

You whimpered, “San, fuck my throat. Make me gag on your dick and cry. I wanna be a mess for you!”

“Fuck,” San cursed, biting down on his lower lip, “When it put it that way, Heart, how am I supposed to hold back?”

You put a hand on Hongjoong’s, where they still were on your hip and looked back. “Fuck me, Joong? It feels so good.”

“Give me your arms, Heart,” Hongjoong directed softly.

So Hongjoong held onto both your hands, holding your arms back, as he gently bounced you against his pelvis. The smacking noises were echoing in the back kitchen. That left you without any control as San held your head and fucked his dick up into your mouth and throat. Your moans stuttered as Hongjoong hit that spot inside of you that urged on your climax. You had given up trying to time your breathing with San’s thrusts because it soon became a game for him to make you choke and gag.

San came first, coming in your mouth and you swallowed it all. His eyebrows scrunched up and he moaned loudly. He pulled his dick out of your mouth and you watched as it twitched in front of you, still leaking his cum.Then you came, your mouth free to shout Hongjoong’s name as the back of your eyelids were painted with stars. Hongjoong fucked you through your climax, your fluttering pussy walls pushing him over the edge. He gripped your fingers tightly as he buried himself into your hole and came in the condom. His climax was a breathy cry, making you wish you got to see the face that accompanied it. 

You whined as Hongjoong pulled out of you and got rid of the condom. San pulled you up and against his chest. “You were such a good girl for us, Heart,” He complimented you, pushing errant hairs behind your ear. 

“I can’t believe!--” You didn’t have enough air yet to speak fully.

San let out a high pitch laugh. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You blushed, reality coming back to you. You had just fucked your two crushes in the kitchen of your favorite cafe. Who were you???

“Heart?” Hongjoong said your name as a question.

“Yes, Joong?” You responded, leaning your head against San’s shoulder.

“We can do this again, right?” You didn’t see it but San and Hongjoong exchanged a worried glance over your heart.

You nodded into San’s chest. “Like I could live without that again,” You chuckled, “No one could possibly live up to that.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” San said into the crown of your head, placing a fond kiss there.

“Please,” You laughed weakly, “You spoiled me. Drinks, croissants and a threesome? Guess you’ll really have to plan for next time.”

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you too. “You plan on being around long enough for another Valentine’s Day?” He couldn't help but wonder.

You placed your arms and hands over Hongjoong’s and squeezed back in reassurance. “You’ll never get rid of me now.”

“Good” Hongjoong replied, satisfied with your response. “Because we don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”

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FFF #213

Sherlock fandom.

The best years of his life

That one ordinary looking and friendly man could have such power over him, would never have crossed his mind. Those few minutes inside the lab at Barts changed the world’s only consulting detective’s life forever. Blue beautiful eyes looking straight into his cerulean ones, showed surprise but more importantly, fascination. And when he challenged Sherlock with the words - “is this all?” - Sherlock could feel his heart sing with anticipation.

Since that day, John Hamish Watson has been a constant part of Sherlock’s life. Sherlock instantly knew that this man, everybody but him, saw as boring and insignificant, had the capability to get under Sherlock ‘s skin and demolish his defenses by just being his wonderful self. Grounding Sherlock with a look, a nudge, a warm hand, a calm voice. Never in his life had Sherlock felt more alive as when he chased after criminals through the London streets, confident that right on his heel, John followed.

***

It’s their anniversary today and after dinner at Angelo’s, they go home and John lights a fire, while Sherlock finds the Scotch. As always they start the familiar ritual by seating themselves in their chairs sipping their drinks. The crackling from the fire is the only sound as both of them stares into the shifting flames. They look up at the exact same time grinning at each other.

“Ten years, John. I’m still sometimes in awe over the fact that you’re still here with me,” Sherlock muses.

“Where else would I be, love?” John asks softly. “You are my whole world and I’ve never regretted moving in with you. I’m never bored and I have the most sexy and gorgeous husband. How could I be anywhere but here with you?”

As per usual, Sherlock abandones his drink and crawls onto John’s lap. John puts his glass aside and digs his hands into luxuriant curls before Sherlock closes the gap between them to snog John senseless.

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ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

pairing: pornstar! wooyoung x pornstar! reader (fem) x older pornstar! san

summary: you star in the tenth installment of “Stepdad Fucks Stepson’s Slutty Girlfriend.”

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: aged up! san, hard dom! san, dom! wooyoung, sub! reader, there’s a whole stepdad/stepson theme that’s alluded to but it’s a porn setting so it’s not actually real, daddy kink, pet names, name calling, voyeurism, oral (receiving), squirting, two spanks, humiliation (m receiving), unprotected sex, cumshot

a/n: dilf pornstar san <3 that's it. that's my entire note <3 also yes this is just me simping over san for an hour straight leave me aloneeee

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On your way to your next shoot, you sat in the backseat of your driver’s car, staring off into space. It wasn’t until you felt your phone vibrate on your lap that you looked down at it, reading the text you received from the intern at the company you worked for. They sent you a link to the script, which you promptly opened. They usually just consisted of a really vague explanation of scenes, along with some basic dialogue. It was relatively easy to remember. Reading the small text on the first page, you realized that you’d be working with someone else besides your friend and coworker Wooyoung. It was Choi San. The Choi San. Not only was he aging like the finest wine available at a Michelin restaurant, he was quite the celebrity in the industry, known mainly for his stamina, his ability to stay hard for a prolonged amount of time, and the thing that initially got him noticed back in the 80s — his ability to pump out endless cumshots. Despite being older, he was still able to keep up with the younger men and even surpass them, able to work for hours with few breaks in between, and always having a lot of enthusiasm. Needless to say, he was a very, very busy man.

“Hey, Woo,” you spoke, turning your head to look at your coworker sitting in the seat beside you, admiring his shiny dark brown hair, watching it bounce slightly as the car drove over a particularly rough road. “Did you know we’re working with Choi San? He’s going to wreck us!”

“He’s going to wreck you. It’s a straight person porn.” Wooyoung looked up from the game he was playing on his phone, blowing a bubble with the strawberry gum he was chewing. “And yeah, they told us before we got in the car back at the studio. Were you not listening?”

“I mean, I heard that we’re playing a couple that gets caught or whatever...” You pursed your glossy lips, idly watching Wooyoung continue to play an RPG game you weren’t familiar with, before gasping, “Oh my god, is San going to play the step dad role? That’s actually everything.”

Wooyoung paused the game, unable to focus on the battle that was taking place on the screen. “Y/N,” he started with an attitude, brushing a bit of perfectly-styled hair out of his line of sight. “Do you even watch his films? He always plays the step dad.”

“Not always.” You sucked your teeth, your lips forming a slight pout. “He’s done a ton of solo stuff. And I also saw one where he played a professor cheating on his wife.”

Wooyoung chuckled softly, reaching over to ruffle your hair, not wanting you to get pouty because you were upset. He’d rather see you be like that when you were begging for cock onset. “You’re right, Y/N. My bad…though in that one the husband was cheating on the wife with his stepdaughter.”

“Oh, yeah…” You looked down at Wooyoung’s hand when he lowered it to hold his phone again, your eyes slowly following a prominent vein that tracked up his forearm and eventually branched off in different directions, feeling a very familiar twinge of heat form inside your core. “Are you more excited about working with me or San?”

He didn’t bother looking up from his game, answering right away, “San.” In turn, you made a tiny hmph sound, unconsciously folding your arms across your chest.

Wooyoung smiled to himself, tapping and swiping his phone screen to wear down the enemy in his game, until he won. After emitting a small ‘yes’, he glanced over at you. “Come on, Y/N. I’m just kidding.”

“You’re not funny,” you mumbled in a pouty voice, suddenly caught off guard when he grabbed your chin and pulled you in closer. “What?”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, gazing at you with half-closed eyes, the tip of his tongue swiping near the beauty mark on his lower lip. “You don’t need to ask that every time we film with someone else, you know. The answer’s always you." Seeing your sheepish smile made his heart melt, though he had to be honest this time around. "But I think it might actually be San this time. I mean, just look at him," he sighed, already playing one of the man's latest films on his phone, sighing longingly at the sight of San pounding himself into a guy's ass, while his fingers were buried inside a woman's cunt.

"Wooyoung!" you whined, pushing on his shoulder. You stared at the clip, studying his intense, lust-filled facial expressions, and admiring the way he just kept going and going, not showing any signs of exhaustion. "No, you're right. I'm with you on this."

Wooyoung smirked, gently resting his head on your shoulder. "Thought so."

-

San was even more attractive in person. His angular face and sharp, chiseled jaw distracted you first, especially his Adam’s apple, watching it bob up and down as he took a few drinks from a glass water bottle that probably cost at least a few hundred dollars. A few drops trickled down his freckled neck, disappearing inside his plain white button-up shirt. The one that was clinging to his broad upper body and becoming a little loose near his slim waist, though his Gucci belt kept it tucked in. He was expensive, and he didn't mind if everyone knew it, too. In fact, he preferred it when eyes were on him.

Wooyoung stood near you, sipping on a Red Bull through a bendy straw. “Y/N, are you just going to stare at him like that, or say hi?”

You put a hand up in front of his face, murmuring, “Shhh, I’m concentrating.” You were, to be fair, but you were also thinking about all the ways San could probably destroy you.

Zoning back in on the man, you focused on his striking dark eyes that gazed intensely through a pair of sleek black glasses, as he was entirely focused on the film crew member that was now speaking to him. Jesus, he was fine. You licked your lips at the sight of the crow’s feet that appeared underneath San’s eyes when he smiled at them. You needed him inside you sooner rather than later.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t watch this anymore,” Wooyoung announced exasperatedly, walking past you and up to San when he was done talking, tucking some hair behind his ear and pushing on the older man’s chest. After a few moments, he motioned to you and beckoned you in their direction.

San greeted you with a warm smile, slowly running his thumb around the lid of his water bottle. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Wooyoung, Miss Y/N.”

“Oh, did you now?” you returned, giggling softly, placing a hand on your hip and trying not to smile too hard back. “What’d you hear about me?”

The man’s once friendly eyes darkened in front of you, his tongue rubbing over his bottom lip. “I heard you squirt a lot. I really want to see.” The polite image he portrayed just a second ago disappeared all together. It was so jarring that it made your knees feel a bit weak. “You’ll let me see that, won’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded almost right away, not even noticing that you were starting to drool when Wooyoung put an arm around you and quickly wiped it away with his thumb, distracting San when he asked, “Is it true that you once came for 2 minutes straight?”

-

Once someone counted down from five and gave you all the thumbs up, the camera framed the shot, capturing you and Wooyoung sitting on a leather couch in a living room, pretending to watch the TV that was playing a rerun of a past football game. San sat in a recliner with an empty beer in his hand, not able to see the two of you unless he turned his head back.

With his arm around you, Wooyoung began to slowly pull down the thin strap of your tank top. “Baby, I’m so horny,” he complained, glancing down at your tits, idly flicking one of your nipples to make it stiff.

“Your stepdad’s right there…” You feigned embarrassment, pushing his hand away, only for him to position you so that you were sitting against his chest with the two of his hands working on your tits, kneading then in circles and rubbing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Babyyyy, he’s going to hear us…”

Wooyoung pressed his lips to your ear, whispering loud enough so that the boom mic captured his low voice, “He’ll only hear if you’re too loud, you know? Try to keep your voice down.” He slipped one hand into your loose, non-existent athletic shorts, rubbing circles around your clit, his other hand pushing up underneath your tank top to grab at your tit directly, continuing to tweak your nipple. Delighted by your small, breathy moans, he rubbed his fingers rapidly up and down your dripping cunt, teasing your hole more and more, until he couldn’t help but fill you up with them, delighted with how soaked you were. “Fuck, you’re so wet already, babygirl…”

Soon enough, Wooyoung was on his knees with his face in between your legs, three fingers deep in your cunt, and slurping on your clit like it was his life mission. The cameraman positioned himself in front of San, who was watching the both of you over his shoulder and fisting his cock, still able to capture the two of you behind him.

“It’s so good, you’re stretching me out so good,” you panted, going between gazing down at Wooyoung and up at San, making sure not to acknowledge the camera at all. You fucked yourself on Wooyoung’s slender fingers the best you could, sinking further and further down the couch cushion behind you, your shorts hanging off one of your ankles and your top rolled up over your tits, all while you panted and moaned like a bitch in heat.

“Cum, baby, come on, you can do it,” Wooyoung encouraged in a muffled voice, dragging his tongue up and down your pulsing clit, rubbing your g-spot in just the right way to make your hips stutter and your moans to raise in pitch. As soon as your warm arousal began to drip out, he moved his fingers rapidly across your clit instead, shoving his tongue inside you to fuck the cum out of you. “That’s it, that’s it, baby. Good girl. Gooood girl.”

Your coworker’s praise caused you to barrel over the edge, your orgasm so intense you let out a desperate, almost sob-like cry, seeing stars. You painted Wooyoung’s mouth and face with your squirt, some of the tiny clear droplets hanging onto his long lashes.

“You got a slutty little girlfriend there, son.” The older man finally stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting on his knees beside you, his hand still idly stroking his long, veiny length. “But she looks like she wants something more than just your fingers and tongue.”

Wooyoung gave your cunt one nice, long lick, before looking up at San with a curious expression, despite knowing what he’d say. “What’s that?”

“A nice, big cock,” San replied, letting go of his own and letting it slap up into his abdomen, waiting for the cameraman to zoom in before he ran a thick finger up from the bottom of his shaft and along one of his prominent veins, smirking as the camera rose upwards to capture your overly surprised, but enticed face. “You want Daddy’s cock instead of your boyfriend’s, huh?” He slipped his fingers into your hair and brought your face closer to his cockhead, slapping it down onto your tongue a few times when you opened up. “Mm, I’ll take that as a yes. Now, open wide and show me what you’re made of.”

-

San’s stamina was no joke. It was well over two hours and you already filmed two deepthroat scenes, having to redo it after he pinched your nose for too long and you almost died tragically from choking on his cum, another solo jerk off scene for a separate catalog, and then he had to enter you in various positions, having to go slow, but stay hard, so that the photographer could take pictures for another catalog. Now, he was fucking you into next week for the camera. All the while, Wooyoung was able to cum a couple times, mostly on his own, but you were so gracious enough to lend a hand even when you were getting face-fucked.

Though, Wooyoung didn’t even bother jerking off himself at the point, knowing the camera wasn’t even on him anymore. He sighed to himself, idly running his hand up and down his abdomen, watching San fuck the shit out of you right next to him. He couldn’t be too upset. He already knew that the studio you were filming for was made for men who almost couldn’t even handle seeing him naked on their cum-stained computer screens, their fragile masculinity convincing them it was gay to do so.

Personally, you could hardly think straight, unable to even acknowledge Wooyoung sulking on the couch nearby. It wasn’t your fault, though. San was showing you what it really meant to get dicked-down. The man was like a well-oiled machine, pistoning his cock in and out of you like he was built for it. In fact, his cock was buried so deep inside you, you swore he was going to quite literally rearrange your guts. You wanted to tell the man all of that, but instead you spoke how you usually did during your films, “It’s so good, Daddy. You’re making me feel so full with your big cock in my tiny little pussy.”

“Mm-hmmm,” San nodded his head in agreement, pushed you further down into the couch, his solid body flush against yours. “Daddy’s fucking you good, huh? Much better than your pathetic little boyfriend. You want Daddy’s dick from now on instead?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” you chanted in an obnoxiously whiny voice, each time he pounded into you, hooking your feet together around his slim waist, locking him in place. When the cameraman zoomed in on your face specifically, you emitted a few small whining sounds, making a small ‘o’ with your swollen lips, gazing at the older man with glossy eyes, your eyebrows drawn.

“Baby girl’s so fucked out for Daddy already…” San reached down in between your bodies to rub your clit, the camera now following his movements. The older man pulled his body back slightly, giving the camera a good view of him pounding into you so brutally fast and hard that you’d have no choice but to squirt for him. He knew it’d make a nice money shot.

“Fuck, Daddy, it’s so fucking good!” you yelled, almost growling the last few words out, digging your manicured nails into his broad back and scraping them downwards, making the man groan. This happened sometimes. You got so lost in the pleasure that it made you aggressive. Made you want to cum so badly that if you didn’t get to, you’d throw a fit. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

“I’m not going to stop until I made you squirt, princess.” San ran his tongue across his bottom lip, squeezing and thumbing your throbbing clit, shoving his cock into your aching cunt so viciously that he couldn’t help but let a loud grunting sound each time. “Squirt all over Daddy’s cock. Come on. Fucking do it."

Two rough slaps to your ass and one brutal thrust later, you tossed your head back into the couch, your face contorting like you were in pain, your jaw tensing up as you moaned, “Oh my fucking god.” San pulled out and moved out of the way, holding one of your legs up so that the cameramen could get in there, allowing him to catch a crystal clear view of your dripping hole clenching around nothing until a small amount of liquid began squirting out of you. “Oh my goddddd…”

To make you squirt as much as possible, San hunched over the couch and brought two fingers onto your extremely sensitive clit, rubbing it so quickly, your hips jolted away from his touch, encouraging him to hold you down with one strong hand on your nearest hip.

“Saaaan,” you choked out, tears spilling out of your eyes from how insanely good it felt. Your arousal started to spray out of you instead, covering your cunt and inner thighs, getting onto the leather couch, and of course, even wetting the cameraman himself.

San sighed to himself, admiring such a beautiful sight. “Fucking hell, you’re making such a mess, baby. Look at you.” Without wasting a single second, he got back onto the couch and sat on his knees, using your slick and his dripping pre-cum to lube his cock, jerking off so fast his shoulders were starting to tremble. “Gonna cum all over you, kitten. You want Daddy’s milk, yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded, gazing up at his dimpled smile, the small wrinkles underneath his upturned eyes, the pretty moles that decorated his strained neck. You couldn’t help but reach in between your legs to play with your pulsing cunt, rubbing the wetness around, making sure to spread your legs to give the camera a good view.

“Here it comes, baby,” San grunted huskily, pumping his hand slowly up and down his veiny shaft. “Oh, yeah that’s it…” He leaned his head down to look at your lewd face, forcing a long, thick rope of cum out onto your tits at first, making sure he covered the majority of your face in it, until he began working his way down your body. “Take Daddy’s load, kitten. Take all of it.” He continued to stroke the base of his twitching cock, the milky liquid splattering all over your tits and abdomen, some even landing on your mound and sliding down to your hole.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you purred, swiping your fingers through the vast amount of cum on your sweaty body and popping them into your mouth to suck on them.

“You’re very welcome, baby girl.” He admired the messy painting he made on his pretty canvas, taking in deep breaths to slow down his racing heart.

Once you relaxed and melted into the couch, San grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to your cheek, then made you face Wooyoung who sat up straight and gave you his best pouty face now that the camera was on him. “Tell my pathetic stepson that you’ll come to me when he can’t fuck you right.”

“I’m going to let Daddy fuck me whenever your cock doesn’t satisfy me, baby,” you told your scene partner, reaching over to caress his cheek. “That’s alright with you, yeah?”

Wooyoung nuzzled your hand, nodding his head sadly. Even though he was acting, you still felt a twinge of guilt inside your chest. He was good. The cameraman zoomed out slowly, then lowered it and gave a thumbs up to the other staff in the room, causing them to sigh and split apart in their own directions.

San patted your head and gave you a bright smile, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "Great job, Y/N. You really gave it your all." When you gave him an uncharacteristically shy smile, he leaned in, adding in a low voice, "It was fun watching you squirt. Maybe I can see it again sometime."

"Uh-huh!" you answered a little too quickly, your cheeks burning, making Wooyoung roll his eyes and let out a small chuckle at your reaction.

San turned to Wooyoung, pushing some of his damp raven hair back and fixing his glasses. "Maybe we can get a bit more involved next time. You seem like a brat. Makes me want to put you in your place."

Blushing, Wooyoung couldn't even form a sentence, too caught off guard by the older man's words. You shoved Wooyoung's shoulder a bit, knowing he was just as whipped for San as you were.

San found you both to be quite cute, but preferred to keep it to himself for now. "Mm, anyway, it was nice working with you two! Bye for now." He showed off his charming smile, accompanied by the dimples that he was known for, before walking off to find his clothes.

Once you both got cleaned up and dressed, you stood near Wooyoung who was checking his phone game, leaning on him, periodically looking over at San, watching him pop a few white tablets into his mouth and swallowing them down with water. "So, it's Viagra..."

"Huh?" Wooyoung mumbled, glancing up at you for a second.

"Why he's able to stay hard for so long, you know." You sighed, missing the feeling of being stretched out by him.

"That still doesn't answer why he's able to cum so goddamn much." Wooyoung paused his game, putting an arm around you, joining in on the fuck-me eyes you were giving San. "Ugh, I really wanted him in my ass. It's not fair."

"Why don't we try to get him to join us for that one upcoming shoot?" you suggested, nudging Wooyoung's ribs with your elbow.

"Are you talking about '2 Sluts 1 Cock?' " he asked nonchalantly, turning to look at you, idly licking his lips.

"That's the one," you chimed, your eyelids lowering slightly, gazing at Wooyoung for a while, until the two of you went back to eye-fucking San across the room, letting out long, lovesick sighs.

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Closer

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty-Two

Choi San x fem reader

a/n: omega verse was originally day 26 w/wooyoung but inspiration struck HORD

'i wanna feel you from the inside' -Closer, Nine Inch Nails

✫彡wordcount: 1.1k

(>ᴗ•)(✯◡✯)genre: smut, fantasy au

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, omega verse/knotting, nesting, belly bulge, impreg, marking, size kink, san is a b00bie man, pet names (sannie & angel, babe)

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

dedicated to the evil master mind who planted these seeds in my head <3

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You had been acting strange for almost a week, and your husband San took quick notice. He gave you strange looks when you took both his and your dirty clothes from the hamper and scurried away with them. He asked you what was up when you seemed to be eating more and more. He handed over his baby cousin when you cried wanting to hold them so badly.

But, being a busy military man for the pack, he didn't have a lot of time to fret over his mates strange behavior.

Similarly, you took notice of his out of place behaviors. He piled more food up for you even as you insisted you were full. He puffed up his chest when others were around, although you both knew they weren't threatening. He insisted on giving you his jacket when you left the house, worried you'd get sick from the snow (although you were already bundled up and warm).

But your brain didn't give you much time to worry, busy with something you didn't quite understand.

One cold winter night, after you had eaten and gotten ready for bed- he saw you do it again.

You snatch up his sweater he wore that day, hurrying away down the hall. He follows you, sneakily. You close the door to the spare bedroom behind you and he stands there with his ear up against it. He can't hear anything for a few moments, then he hears you crying.

"Angel? Are you okay?" He knocks on the door, and swings it open after he doesn't hear a response. You're face down on a pile of his and your clothes, blankets, pillows, and he thinks he even sees a couch cushion or two.

You cry incoherently about wanting to have a child, fisting the pile in anger, your sharp nails ripping open a pillow. "Oh- oh my god, Babe," it hits him like a ton of bricks. This is the first time you've ever been in married during mating season, and being married- you no long take your hormone blockers. "Oh, my Angel."

He slumps down at the edge of the pile, unsure of whether he should impose on your homemade nest. "Why didn't you tell me you were in heat early?"

"Huh?" You're voice is muffled by your face stuffed in his sweater. "I'm not in heat." You turn to face him, curled up in a ball, "am I?"

"You are, Babe. You're nesting... did you even realize?"

"Oh...that's explains it."

"Explains it?"

"Why I want you so bad."

He nearly pounces on you, hands at the very edge of the nest as he leans forward. He inspects it closer, smiling at the way you encircled the padding of the shirts and blankets with pillows and cushions. "You made such a cozy nest, Babe. Can I join you?"

You nod with a wide smile and open your arms for him. He slots himself in your hold and sighs contentedly, rubbing your back and smooshing his face in your chest. "So cozy, Angel. Bet our pups would love it."

It's only now you realize, "Sannie?" "Mm?"

"I think you're in heat too." You push him away and he looks up with a pout. "Look, " you rub his sore, swollen pecs, "got so big lately."

He leans into your touch, holding your hand as close to his chest as possible. He closes his eyes in bliss, and when they reopen, they're glowing a bright auburn color.

—

Both of your clothes have quickly become a new addiction to your pile, and you're all over it as you go at each other, slamming each other into position after position trying to get as close to each other as possible.

He wraps his big arms around your shoulders and flings the both of you around, pining you under him. He snarls into your neck, taking a deep breath of your heavenly scent. "Fuck, my Angel. Gonna give you so many pups."

The knot at the base of his cock slams against your sloppy hole, the very edge of it sliding into you. "Please, Sannie! Give 'em to me," you grab his hair roughly and pull his head up, "fuckin' give it to me."

He draws his hips all the way back and pins your legs out at either side of you. He pounds back into you, knot and all.

"Fuck! Fuck," you claw at his back, blunt claws scratching up his back and making his moan louder.

His head dips down to your swollen breasts, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Can't wait to see these full of milk. You gonna make so much milk for our babies? So much?" You can tell he's close, whining into your tit and pawing at the one he doesn't have his mouth all over.

"Ye- S- Gonna make so much for our babies. So much... Will you have a taste too, Sannie?"

His mouth falls open over your wet nipple and laps at it slowly as he cums. "God, Babe..." He whispers, falling over your frame as gently as possible and holding your hands as he absolutely fills you.

You can't help but cum at the feeling, clenching around his knot as you see stars.

You wrap your legs around his waist as you come down, hooking them together around his built figure.

His knot keeps all of the warm seed inside of you, filling you up deliciously as it swells to make sure not a single drop escapes.

"You're going to be such a good Momma..." He licks at your breast as you pet back his sweaty hair. "Made the best nest for us. Smells so good. Smells like you... so comforting, our pups will never feel alone."

His praise at your very makeshift nest makes your heart melt. Even when you had no idea what you were doing, just following your instincts with whatever you could gather- he thought it was the best.

He leans up slowly, cock still buried deep inside you. He moans at the sight before him and grabs at your hips to steady himself.

Your hair is a mess around you: like a wrecked halo. Your lips are swollen and slick, your neck covered in his love bites near the scar where he marked you as his. And to top it all off, your tummy has an imprint from how his big dick is stuffed inside you.

You notice him eyeing your belly and look down, mouth dropping at the sight. His knot is stretching you beyond belief, and you can even see some of his shaft before it disappears into the plush of your stomach. You reach down and place a hand over it gently, experimentally.

Both of your heads drop back at the feeling. You can feel him twitch inside of you, he's so deep and close. You feel every vein pulse against your gummy walls as you rub your pelvis.

"Shit, Angel! I'm gonna cum again if you do that."

"Yeah?" You ask with a small, wavering smirk. "Want you to fill me up until we can't even see it anymore~"

And by God, he does.

—

[justagamerandaweeb]

Welp, I guess I'm doing this.

Hi, my names justagamerandaweeb, or TheWritingWeeb, or King, or whatever the fuck you wanna call me, it doesn't matter, and welcome to my blog. It's clearly nothing special, as you can see, but it's whatever honestly.

My birthday is January 21st, I'm 18, and I'm just a guy trying to get through this Tumblr bullshit.

About me:

All you need to know about me is that I'm antisocial, both IRL, and on the internet. I don't really talk to people that I know IRL as I don't think they're interested in me. That, and I'm to scared to talk to anyone, period.

And as for online, I think it's a waste of time (If you make random arguments that you are entitled to on the internet against people you've have never seen before in real life, you are a fucking loser that has nothing better to do with your life).

I consider myself as talentless. Outside of this writing shit (4 years into the game), I have no talents at all. I mean, I have a guitar, I can only play a few notes, but outside of that, I don't amount to anything in the real world, hence why I'm here (and you could say the same right? Unless you got a job or a career that means something).

I mostly write for entertainment, not to make friends, but lets see if you guys can change that (if you even take the time to acknowledge me).

What I like:

Friends, food, video games, music, YouTube, writing, having fun when I have the opportunity, and I think that's about it.

What I don't like:

People who treat their loved ones like shit, jealousy, hate, fear, the pain of loss, losing someone or something you love, people who push their friends and family under the bus to reach some sort of status, and that's about it as well.

Rules:

Do not insult me, do not come after me for whatever reason I did, do not come after my friend(s), and do not request me to do grotesque things if I don't feel comfortable writing about it.

What I can do:

If and when I have the gumption to open my requests, here are the things I can write:

Vanilla, BDSM, Threesome (MMF, FFM, MMM, FFF), AU's, pegging, maybe HC's, SFW content, maybe a little bit of dead dove: do not eat (only gore though), and maybe some other stuff I can't name.

What I won't do:

The content that I will not contain the following: Lolicon, Shotacon, futanari, scat, watersports/Golden Shower, rape, necrophilia, zoophilia, anal and vaginal stuffing (putting random objects in the female genitalia and anus), bug play, urethral insertion, earfucking, and anything that I am dissatisfied writing.

Masterlist of characters:

Yoriichi Tsugikuni:

Mating Season

Michikatsu Tsugikuni/Kokushibo:

Warmth (Revamped)

Kyojuro Rengoku:

True love

Bonded Together Forever

Comfort Through Pleasure

A Message

Bromance

Senjuro Rengoku:

TLC (Tender, Loving Care)

Tengen Uzui:

A Message

"Fluffy Bunny..."

Tanjiro Kamado:

A New Experience

A new Experience (Revamped)

My Blossom...

Loss.

Giyuu Tomioka:

Sun-Kissed

Drunk Sex

Tiredness.

Iguro Obanai:

Sun-Kissed

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Drunk Sex

Gentle

Akaza:

Filling

Bromace

Mitsuri Kanroji:

Different

Experiment

Kocho Shinobu:

Experiment

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Candle

Deflowered (Revamped) "Mine."

Lady Tamayo:

Worth

Sweet

Douma (I'm not making his name a rainbow):

Somnophilia

Filling

Enmu:

Somnophilia

Kaigaku:

I'm in Control

Gyutaro:

True Beauty

Peer Pressure

Aizetsu:

Hikikomori

Curiosity

Sekido:

Confliction

Miscellaneous:

Goku vs. Akaza

Wake up.

Redemption.

Spider-Man 2 pics

Ghost of Tsushima Pics

Nathan.

Brotherhood.

Love and Family.

Samuel.

Second Son.

Clean House.

Season 4:

EP 1

EP 2

Well, that's all there is to it. See you, I guess.

[a-forbidden-detective]

The one and only

—

This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF 232 Among any option and @fluffbruary December prompt: let go | ring | lightning | set sails in the sunset

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

Things had changed ever since Toto met Ron. Or, the forbidden detective had always had the latent sense of style that was unleashed after five years of self-imposed isolation. The police officer realised that Ron was fond of wearing beaded trinkets now. The leather necklace that adorned his neck highlights his 96 scar. Toto couldn’t help looking at it. In fact, he was mesmerised by it.

Ron, in turn, sensed the effect of him wearing these ornaments with the way Toto’s face flustered whenever he caught him looking.

Toto, out of whim, bought the set of leather beaded necklace and bracelet when he was briefly in Aichi a week before Ron’s birthday. Kawasemi-san would have wanted the police officer to stay a few more days but Toto explained that he didn’t want to miss his friend’s 24th birthday celebration.

Scouting for possible souvenirs on a spring sunny day in Aichi, he ended up walking along the long line of shops selling mostly menswear items when he saw a couple of youths loitering around an imbiss across the street. One of them was obviously a mixed race. It made him turn his head twice. The particular man, tattooed and bejewelled, had the same pair of blue eyes and the bushy black hair that changed bluish when reflected in the sunlight. It was Toto’s Eureka moment.

The older police officer was not happy. He knew he should let go. Toto would never betray Ron Kamonohashi.

“I would love to see you again, Isshiki. Preferably sooner and outside of our jobs. However, it is probably moot to convince you to do that. Likewise, temporarily replacing Yamane for the time being…”

Toto shook his head. It was true that he admired his superior’s unique talent, also he didn’t look bad at all. He could ensnare anyone he fancied. But among the options Toto had, which was not that many, he already found his one and only. The question remained if his feelings were also requited.

When the police officers said their goodbyes at the train station platform, with Kawasemi-san’s downcast eyes and melancholic smile, he shook Toto’s right hand and asked not to forget him. Toto said yes and boarded the train going to Tokyo.

What Toto started became Ron’s hobby. He now had an awful lot of collection of accessories that he mixed and matched with his outfit.

“I love them, Toto. You have a good eye, surprisingly, for these things,” said Ron. “You don’t know how happy they made me.”

“I am glad,” Toto laughed nervously.

They were seated on the futon floor when Toto felt Ron’s hand touch his shoulder. It slipped upward striking his nape, and ended up toying with his undercut. Toto shivered, he couldn’t help closing his eyes, wasn’t even aware that he let out a moan.

How strange the universe is. How fickle. Last year, Toto didn’t know that Ron Kamonohashi ever existed. He must send Kiku-san his personal thanks. Perhaps Toto should ask his Oma if she could help him bake her own rendition of Sacher Torte. Kiku-san had a sweet tooth after all, his sweets addiction was well-known in the whole department.

The hand exploring his head stopped and it now landed on his face. Toto opened his eyes. Ron was smiling. His eyes shone the bluest of the blue.

“Will you stay here again tonight, Toto? Found a trick to make that hamburger steak blend in with kuromitsu and red wine.”

“Uh, yes, sure…I-I don’t mind you soaking food with brown sugar at all,” the police officer replied, grinning now.

“Good. I always prefer you here next to me. So, come, Toto!” He gave his hand to his friend and pulled him up. Their hands not letting go. Both satisfied, they headed to the kitchen.

The police officer, red on the face, was delighted to hear the answer to his question. His heart was now full.

~ fin ~

* Was inspired by Akira Amano’s illustration of RonToto from her The Characters series

[rowanb3rries]

tmagp episode 20 thoughts. no or not a lot of context but still read at your own peril

to be clear these are just things that are popping into my head as i listen, not a particularly well-thought-out analysis

index of these posts

2:30 instantly i'm hit with the difference between this and when gwen tried to confide in sam and alice fff

3:55 "you know that case i got yesterday?" yeah man that was last week for me and i'm still kinda fucked up about it

4:15 celia Wants To Hear This. i want to know what she's up to so bad lmao

5:20 "that's why i've been trying so hard to protect you" vs "because i'm scared, martin"

7:15 sam's "what" here

7:30 : ) tell me more about these catastrophic world endingly bad things celia

8:15 there is a wasp's nest in my attic

10:30 OH VERY INTERESTING

11:20 "i wanted to be seen", is what they mean. much to think about

14:50 lots of new names in this one

17:30 man. this PERSON

18:55 "small inheritance" but you don't need to worry about money which tells me something else about you than i think you meant to tell me

20:40 this is another one that has me reading ahead in the transcript

20:55 "keeping canvases still" ah, i see

22:25 this one i feel like is much more 'classic' in its mechanism. the fear is what they're after

25:55 OOF

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