#Pig Father AU

[doodleswithangie]

T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E SAY IT TO MY FACE YOU WANT TO INFLUENCE ME

in honor of the global livestream of the Terrible Influence Tour! if seeing it live was an experience, then watching it back confirmed it wasn't a fever dream - and i loved every second of it. (bonus AU/NZ fits under the cut below!)

[Image Description: Fanart of Dan and Phil on the Terrible Influence Tour set made of television monitors and LED lights. Their limbs tangle together as they crammed in the central monitor, and swap outfits as the set changes with each segment. Alt text is provided and copied below. End ID]

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Image one: Dan and Phil on the Terrible Influence Tour set made of television monitors and LED lights. Their limbs tangle together as they crammed in the central monitor in their default tour outfits. The lighting is blue and white, and the tv screens all say, "TERRIBLE INFLUENCE."

Image two: Dan and Phil pull shocked faces. The tv screens all say "GAY" in rainbow font, with rainbow lighting.

Image three: Dan and Phil are dressed in boxing gear, and Phil dons a silicon muscle suit. The tv screens say, "TIT," "TEAM DAN," and "TEAM PHIL," with the lighting split between red and blue.

Image four: Dan and Phil are dressed as Sister Daniel and Father Philip. The tv screens say in neon text "CONFESS NOW," "SINS," "AMEN," "CONFESS YOUR SINS," "REPENT", and "SINNERS CORNER" with red lighting.

Image five: Dan and Phil with a megaphone and the Golden Pig for the finale. The tv screens all have vaporwave imagery with red and purple lighting.

Image six: Dan and Phil wearing their Australian and New Zealand tour outfits, pulled together from their suitcases.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

like rabbits | young!daryl dixon

summary. merle is humanised by his strict and overwhelming tentativeness of protecting his younger brother daryl and his girlfriend in the outbreak. but they are less helpful around the camp as they have other priorities with what to spend their time on… and others accidentally notice that too (5.3k)

warnings. smut 18+ mdni, daryl and reader are 18/18+ in this fic, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, pull out method, fingering, handjob, a pattern of people walking in on them, oral (male receiving), mentions of death and abuse and drugs, alcohol consumption, arguing, swearing, young!daryl au

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

Merle barked a laugh as he socialised around the singeing yet controlled campfire that Shane had set up, one of his last beers in his hand as he was met with gruntled expressions. “We migh’ as well shack up, ay blondie, it’s the end of the fuckin’ world.” Andrea was not impressed as she wrapped her arm around her younger sister Amy, wanting the drunkard to stop his crudity. The light of the hungry flames licked his face; it was the only positive attention that was being deposited to him. The likeness Shane and Dale had of the old dealer was thinning, the only reason they had allowed him into their survivalist ranks was not for him; it was for the kids that were currently holed up in their aligned tent.

“You’re a pig Merle.” Andrea bit back, only humouring the intoxicated redneck further. Everyone was tired of this same old bullshit that spewed from Merle’s lips, he was rude and foul mouthed, he even slurred curses that most of them had never heard spoken aloud. But as foolish as his addicted actions were, he could be useful in some ways, even as defiantly slim as that list was. He was useful as additional muscle to a team out for a run, he had no problems or qualms when it came to killing the walkers, he would pierce their mindless brains until they fell down and became motionlessly dead, being nothing more than carcasses of the already deceased.

They had the pariah to judge him, they all thought they were better than him due to the fact that none of them chose to voice the indignant truth; the world was prepared to crash and burn, and they would all die in the bitter aftermath. None of them were even slightly special, the playing field was now balanced and there was no social ladder in which they were above him. But he didn’t act tough and protective for himself, no, it was for his little brother Daryl and the girl that had his brother wrapped around her finger. Prior to the turmoil outbreak, they had each been in a terrible situation, and it was all down to the people that had brought them into the world that had already been difficult even in those days.

Mr Dixon and Mr Y/L/N had been old friends, their past throwing back to their high school days, before either of them dropped out of course. Neither one had any adoration for the offspring that they enforced to struggle through their livelihoods, they were selfish and addicted to inflicting harm to the younger generations of their tainted bloodlines. Merle had escaped the physical wrath, leaving Daryl abandoned with the villainous figure of their father, occasionally he would drop by the Y/L/N household to earn himself some quick influx of cash, knowing that the man residing within could never justify rejecting something that made him trigger happy.

But as soon as the unexpected broadcast flooded the television and radio channels of a dwelt illness that reanimated the dead and passed onto those living, Merle returned to the dreaded place where he had grown up. He had been dealt his fair share of misery long before Daryl was birthed into the world, he had scars too, the difference was however was that he was not ashamed of them. He did not care for the quality that his body was in, hence why he had induced himself with the precipitation of illegal drugs, skyrocketing through a high that helped him in forgetting the terrible things that he had bared witness to in his youth.

“Whatever prude," Merle's bite back, fighting off his own shallow insecurities that he swallowed down to hoard in the pit of his drug digesting stomach, knowledgeable that he would be going to rest alone without the sweet touch of a woman to daunt his mind with calmness. He hurled out a glob of saliva from his mouth, the pool of spit and alcohol landing with spite on the ground as he stalked away from the other survivors, relieved to finally be departing from them. They were a bunch of asses anyways, Merle thought, shaking his head at them on their high horses, looking down their noses at him. There were only two souls in the camp that he actually liked, and none of them were bestowed with that rare gift.

Giggles fell from your lips as you relished in the feeling of Daryl’s lips pressing with frantic need against your neck, making your head lull backwards with the rush of pleasure as his hand roamed around beneath the confines of your jeans and underwear. It was nighttime, the others that habited the makeshift camp would either be asleep in their own tents or huddled around the fire that they often set up close to the RV. It had given the two of you a chance to spend some time together alone, and with intimacy. The both of you often hunted together, leaving the rows of salvaged tents to journey into the thick of the woods, mostly catching small prey like squirrels and rabbits if you were lucky.

As much as you would have liked to, there was no chance of you fucking out in the open wild; Daryl would not allow it, knowing that there was a large risk of the undead stumbling upon you fornicating. The last thing he wanted was to allow your life to be at risk, and whilst he didn’t shelter you, he did all he could to protect you, even in spite of your ability to aim his crossbow and shoot a shotgun. It was logical of course, dwindling the chance of getting caught off guard by the leering undead, but the thought still turned you on.

“Ya like tha’?” Daryl preened you for reassurance as he slipped a finger into your slick and welcoming walls, your answer being a gasp that uncontrollably left your mouth. He was so fucking good with his fingers, and he didn’t even know it. After all the times he had made you cum, you would have expected him to be aware, but not only did he require confirmation, he wanted you to admit that he was pleasuring you. It did something to his brain, circuiting it into an arousal pledged satisfaction, simply from hearing his name or a defining ‘yes’ fall benevolently from your lips. And so your mouth murmured his name, stifling the volume that it wished to be spoken at, for the sake of not drawing in the curiosity of walkers or your fellow survivors.

He began to suckle deeper on your flesh, bringing the blood beneath to the surface, ensuring that there would be bruises left after his lips had dislodged. Your head rolled back, eyes closing from the addictive satisfaction that he gifted your body, hips lifting without shame towards the press of his fingers, forcing them bury deeper within your tight walls. If there was no threat to your lives by doing so, you would constantly remain in this tent, with your bodies colliding in a desperate passion that brought an amorously filled ecstasy to both of you. He shushed you, withdrawing his lips and moving them onto your mouth, teasingly biting your lip as he watched you unfold into bliss because of him.

“Fuck me. Ya two practicin’ fer a kid or somethin’? ‘Cause if you are, that ain’t how ya do it.” Daryl and you shot apart, faces warm from embarrassment as Merle stood in the opening of the tent that neither one of you had heard be unzipped, and your boyfriend retracted his hand from beneath your jeans and panties, subtly bringing it to lay down beside him and away from his brother’s gaze. Your breath was laboured, and you knew that it was obvious to anyone that could see you that you had endured the highs of an orgasm. After the shock wore from Daryl he scowled and rolled his blue eyes at Merle, visibly pissed off for the uncalled for interruption.

“Don’ ya know how ta knock?” Daryl barked with evident irritation in his tone, glaring at his only sibling. Whilst he was grateful for all Merle had done to ensure that he and you survived thus far into the outbreak, it was all forgotten in the present, for he had ultimately not been thinking with his mind and instead a far different part of his body. He’d just been getting started in his eyes, Daryl had anticipated to make you cum and cum again until you finally drifted off into a noiseless sleep that did not consist of the nightmares that the walkers had sprung into your mind. It was not only a distraction, but a show of his strong affection, and that opportunity had now been diminished thanks to the unwelcome intrusion.

“One problem there little brother is there ain’t any doors.” Smart ass Merle, you thought, although you could not meet his eyes as he chuckled at the antics of the pair of you. Merle would not admit it, but his decision to find you both had been out of concern, he wanted to check on you and make sure you were within the safest vicinity that you could be for now; the camp. He was relieved that you both were, but he could never miss an opportunity at teasing Daryl, it was far too enjoyable for him to rile up his brother. “Though ya been knockin’ the wind outta that girl, yer fuckin’ like yer gonna die tomorrow. Ya okay there Y/N/N?”

The attention that Merle had drawn towards you made you shuffle nervously atop of the sleeping bag, and from your embarrassment Daryl’s anger only increased. His nostrils flared in rage, his eyebrows lowering in a firm frown that was aimed at none other than Merle. He too felt embarrassed, having evaded his brother walking in for so long, and finally it had happened all on its own. The two of you had presumed that Merle would spend a longer amount of time by the fire where it was warm, whilst you and Daryl shared each other’s body heat, and that afterwards Merle would return to his own tent beside yours. How wrong you had been. “Get the fuck out Merle.”

Daryl was practically seething, causing his brother to laugh harder, clutching his stomach as though his amusement brought him pain. His face was red as he chortled, and he waved his hand towards you both, as though his the blame for his laughter was on you, and it was without intention. “Okay, okay.” Merle steadied himself, reaching for the zipper of the tent as he stepped back onto the grass. “You crazy kids have fun, don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t.” He sent his brother a wink that made you shiver, and he finally closed the partition to the outdoors, leaving Daryl and you in one another’s presence once more.

“He definitely killed the mood, didn’ he?” You didn’t even need to answer him, it was transparent that the mood was beyond dead, and you shuffled around on the sleeping bag that was somehow large enough for the pair of you to share, slipping into it and reaching for the travel lamp as Daryl slipped in behind you, his hands holding your body as he sighed from the frustration that boiled within him. He closed his eyes, wishing to erase the event from the timeline, but it was impossible. If only his damning brother had not interrupted, then neither of you would be going to bed with a hunger that had been off out by the careless intrusion.

Glenn was not that much older than you and Daryl, a couple of years you supposed, and you liked the young man that had previously attained the job of a pizza boy and got along with him well. He was kind unlike many others seemed in the camp, and he was startled as Shane grabbed his arm, pulling him to the side, looking at him expectedly. He hadn’t long returned from a run, so he supposed the reason for being leered at had something to do with that, though his expectations were befallen when Shane spoke. “You seen Y/N? She’s not with the other women?”

Ah yes, the misogynistic duty that was reserved for the ladies of the camp, washing the dirtied clothes in the nearby lake. If things were not in order the older man did not like it, he had to ensure that things within the band of survivors ran swiftly since he had taken on the role of leader that had entailed no vote to sanction him in such a position. Glenn shook his head, pursing his lips, though he had witnessed you scatter silently across the camp without a word exchanged. You had simply nodded at him in a passing greeting, for some reason excitement affecting your speed. The last thing your friendly acquaintance wanted was to piss him off, and the glare he received for his denial was invoking.

It made him think that if something happened to you amidst escorting yourself into the woods, then the fault would be on him. He didn’t want anything to happen to you and keeping the truth to himself could potentially bring you the consequences of harm or death. You seemed as though you could take care of yourself, but no one truly knew what extent to. The knowledge that you had endured the hardship of living amongst the difficult town alongside Daryl and Merle was common, and you would go out hunting with the two of them, but Glenn had never seen you handle yourself against walkers. No one except the brothers had, and that was what concerned him most, especially considering both of the Dixons refused your company on runs, claiming that it was for your safety.

From Shane’s endless glowering, Glenn gulped, inadvertently gulping and readying his breath to speak. “She went out there.” Glenn’s hand pointed beyond the trees, the lush green leaves motionless for there was no breeze that whisked through the air, and Shane’s eyes followed direction of his index finger, an instantaneous frown contorting his features as he looked back at his fellow survivor with almost disbelief.

“By herself?!” The volume of Shane’s voice was loud, contorted into a mixture of absolute worry and prominent anger. Glenn should have told someone, him, he thought to himself. If you were to die his leadership would no doubt be questioned, and he quite enjoyed holding some kind of power over people, he always had. The world in its current state was dangerous, and he checked his hip to ensure that his weapon was still plastered at his side, and he began walking with a pace towards the bordering woods that you had disappeared into. “Come on Rhee, you’re coming with me to find her.” Fucking Dixons and their plus one, they were more trouble than they were worth. He thought you were lucky to be a young woman, otherwise he wouldn’t have put his life on the line to go out and rescue you.

With no resilience to the orders, Glenn followed after him, guilt ebbing at his chest, dreading the outcome in which a walker had stumbled upon you and pursued you as prey. He should have held more concern when you had meandered off, but he had been tired and distracted from the run into the city. You never went into the woodland in solitary, Daryl was usually with you, and if he had been, he hadn’t seen the youngest Dixon. If something had the unfortunate occurrence of happening to you, then the fault would be on no one else other than him. And he knew that to be the truth.

Finally, you were alone. With Daryl. You had chased after him some minutes later when he had stated that he was going to search for ‘some squirrels or somethin’’, the evening prior was when Merle had stumbled upon a scene that he would forever tease you about, and you knew that Daryl was dwelling in his own frustrations. He dared not speak of it, feeling ridiculed and like a child that his brother had witnessed something he would never live done, opting instead to shoot something than regard you with his overflowing lust. If anyone were to walk in you again, he was certain that he would grab his crossbow and aim in their direction, truly pissed off for yet another interruption to expelling both his attraction and love towards you.

Daryl had never wanted to fuck in the woods, it was too dangerous, but you had mentally plucked at a compromise that satisfied both of you. The twigs and dried leaves were hard and irritating beneath your knees as you pulled at both his pants and boxers, leaving his cock exposed to your desperate gaze. You could never get enough of Daryl, even as he tried to maintain his stature, his back flush against the ascending bark of a tree, crossbow loaded and in one hand in case a walker were to attempt to kill and then feast on you both. It was the compromise, and Daryl released a staggered breath as you wrapped your palm around his length, leading his cock into your awaiting mouth.

He stifled a strewn gasp, forcing his eyes to remain open so he could spy the undead heading towards you if they did, his other hand softly coiling in your hair, playing with the strands around your face and gently pushing them out of your peripheral. “Fuck darlin’, you know how ta drive me crazy.” And that you did, such was proven as you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, and his whole body shuddered, becoming frail from pleasure. The sounds of nature danced around you, the birds rustling in the branches above being the only noise other than Daryl’s cock wetly slipping in and out of your mouth as you bobbed your head.

It was utter ecstasy to be some place that Daryl ironically felt safe, and to have you with him, intimately suckling on his most sensitive nerves. Your hands grasped his hips, allowing you to buck your head forwards slightly faster, drool sputtering around your chin as you began to gag on his endowed length. With one last look up at the crumbling man above you, whose eyes scoured the landscape skittishly, you closed your own, lashes fluttering upon your cheeks as you poured all your focus into making him feel good. He deserved a break, and you were more than happy to comply and give that to him,

There was no rush, it was the two of you in a space that it felt like no other soul could interrupt. You gorged yourself on the taste of his flesh, wanting to feel his seed warmly spill down your throat, and make his brain feel elated throughout the turmoil of instinctual survival that it processed on repeat. He stroked over your hair again, playing with the strands as the muscles in his legs tensed from the sensations that were rocketing into his mind. His fist clenched firmer on the grip of his crossbow, knuckles turning white as he bit his lip and slowly moved his hips in accordance to the motion of your head.

A rustle upon the ground caught him off guard, and his defences raised as he pushed you with care away, quickly tucking himself back into his jeans although the fly and button were still open. You stood beside him, sheathing the machete from the ground with urgent administrations, not composing your fucked out appearance that had come from using your mouth on him, expecting a walker to appear in view. Though there were no walkers, only two men that made Daryl outwardly groan and roll his oceanic irises around in the whites of his eyes. Another interruption. Why could no one just leave the two of you alone? Shane and Glenn looked between the both of you, minds piecing together the implications that they had disturbed. “Seriously?! The fuck!”

Daryl exclaimed, wedging his boots into the earth below as he tried to numb the heat that was battling to the surface of his face, glaring indignantly towards the two. You hastily wiped your chin, thinning your lips as you silently tilted your head in question in Glenn’s direction, uncertain as to why their presence had broke through the moment that you and Daryl had been craving. Thinking that the woods would be a private place was a good idea initially, however it proved that you couldn’t get peace anywhere. “I’m thinking the same thing.” Shane’s authority brewed the air with tension, as he narrowed his eyes at you, scoffing lightly. Yes, he had been young once, but the world was not as safe as it used to be, and logically that should have rendered in your thoughts. “The two of you shouldn’t be out here - doing that.”

Glenn didn’t back him up verbally, unsure of what to say, and knowing that if he did open his mouth it could possibly make things worse. Daryl however was not going to take Shane’s shit, he always saw himself as above others, as though he still wore a badge and it meant something on the tarnished lands. “It don’t stop you and Lori from sneakin’ off ta fuck ou’ here.” Shane’s face became swamped with realisation that him and his late friend’s wife hadn’t been as cautious as they had initially perceived. “Ya don’ think I hear ya two scamperin’ off when I get back from huntin’. B’cause I do, and I ain’t the only one.” The pizza boy stepped backwards as to not get involved with the puncturing of Shane’s ego, watching as Shane huffed beneath his breath.

“Keep your mouth shut Dixon, you don’t know anything. And head back to camp - the both of you.” You wanted to punch him; no one spoke to Daryl like that, especially not in front of you, and as you went to step forward Daryl grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers so that you could walk past the prick together without the risk of causing a fight. Your boyfriend spat on the forest floor as he by Shane, glaring daggers at the man that had to ruin everything. Shane just didn’t want to hear the truth, his pride was far too large to be brought into reality by ‘a no good redneck’, but that was what had happened. You knew that Glenn would apologise later, and as you stalked through the woods, you heard no verbal interaction between the two men that walked some ways behind the pair of you.

Daryl was a mess. Merle was missing, having removed his own hand to escape the latches of the handcuffs that Lori’s apparently alive husband has clamped him in on that rooftop. He had wanted to start a fight, more so when they came up empty handed when going to retrieve his brother, but you had stopped him. It would only cause more trouble than what was already prevailing, and you did not want Daryl to get in the thick of it. He had already cursed him out, threatened to propel ammunition from his crossbow into Rick, and none of it had brought Merle’s return. In the comfort of your shared tent he had cried, his tears streaming down his face as you coddled him with comfort, trying with all your might to usher the tears away.

And finally they had come to an end, his tear ducts unable to produce any more moisture, though Daryl’s anger had not dispersed. You ran a hand along his shoulder blade, placing a peck on the sleeveless area as you laid atop of the sleeping bag together. There were no words that would decrease his sadness; you wanted Merle back too, he had always looked out for you when it came to your father, and now both of them were gone. One was dead and you dreaded where Merle was, he had to be somewhere, he’d never given in easily in the old life he had, so you knew that he wouldn’t now, no matter the hurdles he had to cross to survive. “I dunno whatta do.” Daryl mumbled as he pulled you closer, and you stroked his hair with affection, smiling tightly as he looked at your face.

“I dunno either.” You admitted, brushing your nose against his, wanting to be lost in the quiet of the night. The lantern was back on and it illuminated his face, and you could see that he was tired, drained of most of the little hope that he had initially held. “But he’ll come back for us. He always has.” You reminded him, knowing that the first place that Merle had gone when the radio began to divulge the distractions of the outbreak was to the two of you. If it hadn’t been for him, neither of you may have remained alive. It was unexpected in the moment but Daryl kissed you, cupping your face with his rough hands, starting off slow yet with no motives to keep the physical connection short. His mouth glided softly against your lips, and you opened them, allowing him easy entrance.

He breathed through his nose as he pressed his mouth harder against your own, slinking his tongue behind your teeth, rolling atop of you, placing each of his hands above your shoulders. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” He states earnestly, pulling away from your face to trail tentative kisses along your fragile throat. He needed this. You needed this. It was exactly what you required to feel something other than the tormenting anguish that chortled within every breath. His hands groped at your sides, slipping beneath your shirt and onto the flesh of your waist, seeking the warmth that pulsed in your veins.

“I love you Daryl Dixon.��� It was something he often required to hear, and you never faulted him for the reassurance of your emotions; he had been through so much at such a youthful age, and you understood the stability that the heartfelt confessions of love that it brought within his mind. He engulfed your lips once more, the desperation tightening its grip between you as it became a frenzy of removing one another’s clothes that were kicked to the other side of the tent, leaving your bare bodies rubbing against each other. Daryl wasted minimal time to enter you, brandishing himself and you with the pleasure that you had sought, motioning slow thrusts into your walls as though he was trying to memorise just how you felt.

Hot air left his lips and fanned in a tantalising manner against your jugular, as you inhaled deeply, lulling in the erotic sensations that bespoke through your body. Your hands gripped his shoulders with tight vigour, descending and running gently down his back and upon the scarring that contorted his flesh with prominently visible lashes that you could feel beneath your caring fingertips. It broke you that a man could exert such hatred onto their own child, and whilst your father had been no saint himself, he had never struck you in such a way. But no matter the state in which Daryl’s body was in, you found him to be a beautiful diamond within a hoard of boring rocks, capturing your attention with anything that he proceeded to do.

It was more than love that you felt for him, it was a transcendent connection that you had never witnessed anyone else hold their partner with. His hips rotated, grinding against your own, clashing the bones in their derelict midst of chasing an orgasm of which you had both failed to achieve in recent times. There were always interruptions, and you loathed each and every one of them. To be together again, with the same goal rolled waves of endorsed gratefulness into your bloodstream, as you clung wantonly onto your boyfriend, needing him more than oxygen in the moment. “Daryl.” His name made his head raise, the whisper that had fallen from your lips making his pupils swivel around his irises, the black pebbles enlarging with his own portion of lust.

“Yeah?” He huffed through his staggered breaths, continuing to move, cradling the back of your head with his triceps so that they would cushion the behind of your skull. His tone was tentative whilst simultaneously being strained from the proving pleasure of having his cock stuffed into your cunt, and he looked into your eyes with such focus that it made your heart skip multiple beats. As you held onto him, you opened your mouth after licking your lips, prepared to douse him in verbal love, but before the words could spew from your form, the crunching of footsteps outside of the tent and the clearing of the throat interrupted.

“Daryl, you in there?” Fucking Rick Grimes. Daryl paused his movements, although he did not remove himself from your slick encasement of his length, and you could see his patience begin to boil over. Your lover grunted out as an uninterested stern reply, and you felt relieved that the man held some jurisdiction and did not simply enter the tent, forgetting that privacy still remained in existence. You knew that Rick intended to extend an olive branch, wanting to apologise to Daryl, believing that his outrage had not only be compelled by Merle’s figure being absent, but also because of his age that was far younger than the law enforcer’s. “I just wanted to-“

“Piss off Grimes.” Daryl huffed, not wanting to hear the excuses that the man could disperse with pity upon him. He’d heard enough whispers regarding the situation around the camp, and he was tired of it. “‘M tryna fuck mah girlfrien’ here, so if y’all so fuckin’ kindly excuse us…” His honest confession startled you that he would outright admit what the two of you were doing, but it seemed to do the trick, with Rick muttering an ‘okay’ and shuffling off, presumably back to his family and Shane. Daryl heaved a sigh of relief, pressing his forehead onto your chest, and the flush of his heat warmed your body. His cock twitched inside of you, reminding you more than his admission to the cop had on where you were and what you had been doing. “Sick of these fuckin’ cockblockers.” He muttered, causing you to laugh in wordless agreement.

As you began to chortle out words that supported his opinion, a gasp was pulled from your throat as he began to move again, his thrusts deeper than previously, hitting the benevolent spot inside of you that made you see stars and distorted all thoughts from your brain. He leaned into you, pushing his weight onto your own as he made you feel every inch of him, knowing not to adjust his position as he could feel you tightening around his shaft, the feeling making his eyes roll back in his head. He removed one of his arms from beneath your head, trailing it down your chest and stomach to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves that brought you over the edge, cumming around him.

He fucked you faster, now focusing on his own high, and before he could get carried away he pulled out of your warmth as your hand reaches to coil around his length, sliding your hand up and down it, bringing him to his orgasm that spilt over your stomach in a pool of white. “Fuck.” He heartily laughed, breathlessly leaning down to trail kisses in various places of your skin before pecking your lips. Daryl knew that soon he would have to stalk out of the tent to listen to Rick and see what he wanted, but for now he drowned in your presence, kissing you over and over, relieved that his frustrations had gotten the better of him and sent those that dared interrupt elsewhere. You pulled him down into your side, watching as he reached for the shirt he had previously been wearing, wiping the mess that he had made from you with tentative strokes.

[slut4hee]

Prize Possession

{Paring: Club Owner Jeong Yunho x Blk Stripper Fem! Reader

{Genre: pure dirty smut, strip club au, mafia au, a little angst, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: You’re just a small town girl, who’s never had it easy in life. That’s until you started working at the Sparkle City nightclub, where you meet Jeong Yunho one of the most richest and dangerous mafia bosses in the city.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it, before you tap it), creampie, choking, big dick yunho!!backshots, missionary (with the silver chain hanging yup teehee), fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, breeding dirty talk, pet names, Yunho is nasty nasty, mentions of murders, alcohol consumption, lmk if I missed anything bookies<33

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“FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT” You shouted at your good for nothing ex boyfriend. You had just caught him cheating in your shared bedroom, sleeping around with the bitch he clearly told you not to worry about. You should have seen this coming though, all the late nights in, the constant excuses on why he always smelled like another women’s perfume.

You were so over his all his bullshit, all the lies, and all the sleepless nights you cried yourself to sleep, you were truly done. Tears streamed down your face, as you tugged your heavy luggage down the steps of the apartment complex, but you weren’t crying of a broken heart, it was tears of exhaustion.

You were already so numb to the pain you’ve been through in your life, that something like cheating was so minor to you. The only thing running through your mind is where you would lay your head tonight, you were broke as fuck, only 200 to your name which was not enough to get you by for the remaining of the week.

“Fuck this shit, I can’t believe I let myself go through that shit for so long” You said to yourself, as you set on the curve of the road, laying out your options and contemplating what the hell you were going to do. You could check yourself into a motel for tonight, but that would only get you by for the night, plus that would take all you have.

You pulled out your phone, opening up your contact list and scrolling down, until you stopped at your best friend’s contact name. Your finger hovered over the screen, as you contemplated whether you should call her or not, you genuinely didn’t want to bother her but she was the only person you could call.

You didn’t have your parents, your mom died when you were only thirteen years old, and when that happened your father also lost himself, turning to alcohol and drugs. You finally said fuck it and dialed her number, and after three rings she picked up the call.

“What’s up girl, let me guess that motherfucker ain’t came home yet?” Your best friend Nini asked, you could tell she wasn’t home by the loud music playing in the back, she must be at work.

“Hey Ni girl, I just caught his bitch ass cheating on me, with the bitch from down the street” You sighed, disgusted with yourself to even call that pig your ex boyfriend.

“Noo, are you serious right now, with that hoe Makayla or whatever the fuck her name is” Nini said in disbelief, you shivered as you started to feel your body getting cold by the late night breeze, reminding yourself that you were currently homeless.

“So where are you now love bug?” Nini inquired, you bit your lip nervously, hesitant to tell her that you have no where to go, but Nini would never judge you so you just let her know straight up.

“Bitch I’m on the curve of the road right now, I don’t have nowhere to go Ni” You said, you were genuinely so embarrassed to tell your best friend that, feeling the tears starting to prick at your waterlines.

“Oh my god girl, why are you just hanging out by the side of the road this late at night, are you crazy? I tell you what, I’m gonna get you a ride to my spot and you can crash as long as you want okay?” Nini said, you fought back your tears before thanking her and telling her much you appreciated her, without Nini you don’t know where you would be right now.

Not long after the Uber had picked you up from your shitty little town, and brought you to Nini’s high rise apartment in the city. Nini was a stripper, so she could afford to live like this, you on the other hand was barely making it. Some parts of you thought about becoming a stripper, but you just weren’t that type of girl, no judgement though especially to your best friend. But honest truth, you couldn’t see yourself becoming a stripper.

Oh so you thought….

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Nini wasn’t going to be home until later on tonight, she was working a late night shift, so she just gave you the passcode to her apartment and told you to make yourself at home. Her apartment was so spacious and luxurious, you hope one day you could call a place like this your home as well.

You sat your stuff down as you settled in, it was a two bedroom apartment, so you obviously took the guest room. Your stomach growled, reminding you that you haven’t eaten a single thing, since this morning. You thought the least you could do is buy you and your bestie food, so you settled on ordering Chinese takeout.

It was around 2 in the morning when you finally heard the keypad buttons being pressed, indicating Nini was finally home. You were already lounging on the couch, so you greeted her when she came in.

“Hey girl, so good to see you boo, long day at work?” You stood up from the couch, walking over to her and embracing her in a tight hug. She returned your hug with a little snuggle in your neck, sighing exhaustingly.

“Yes girl, we were packed tonight, we have this deal on the weekends, where you can get a free lap dance if you drop a band tip” She said tiredly, spotting the takeout boxes and helping herself to it.

“I’m guessing you had a lot of request huh?” You said cheeky, winking at her playfully. She rolled her eyes at your childishness, stuffing her face like she hasn’t eaten in days.

“Not to bring it up again, but I can’t believe that little ass boy played you like that” She said muffled, the food still being stuffed in her mouth. You sighed and rolled your eyes, before plopping back down on the couch.

“Yeah girl same, but it’s whatever fuck him, I’m done playing with little boys like him, who claim they’re real men when they’re not. All I’m thinking about is finding another job” You said, you had recently quit your other job, because it just got too stressful for you.

“How about you come work with me at Sparkle City?” Nini said a little hesitantly, she’s brought it up to you before, but of course you shot her down, so of course she expected the same response.

You started to actually think real hard about it, I mean could it really be that bad, I mean your best does it so it couldn’t be that big of a deal.

“I don’t know about that Ni, I mean do I even meet the requirements, plus you know how I feel about putting my body on display” You said, and quickly apologizing after, you didn’t want it to sound like an insult but Nini never took offense she knew you didn’t mean any harm.

“Just think about it baby, you’ll be making hella bank like me, plus with a body like that you’ll for sure make a killing” Your best friend reassured you, she’s always hyping you up, when you start to feel insecure or belittle yourself. But she knew it was caused by trauma, you went through in your past.

“I tell you what, come with me to work tomorrow night, and just check the place out to see if it would be something you’re up for” She said understandably, you nodded before going back to thinking real hard about her offer, you honestly loved the idea of making tons of cash, and being able to take good care of yourself because you fucking deserved it.

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The day went by fast and it was time for Nini to go to work, you don’t know why you were so nervous, it’s not like you’ve never been to a strip club before. But you guess, it was because this was possibly going to be your new job now. You and Nini got ready, and headed to Sparkle City, one of the most famous nightclubs in the city.

When you walked inside the club, you were immediately hit with different fumes of smells, some smelling of weed, alcohol, sweat, and different scents of perfumes and colognes. The club was actually really nice, the lights dim with a shade of purple, and the vibes of the place gave off a vintage yet modern style.

“ I have to go get ready, I just got word that one of my regulars are here, aka the one who literally pays all my bills” She stuck her tongue out playfully at you, before disappearing in the back. You on the other hand, you made your way over to the bar, ordering a drink you could barely afford, and taking in the scenery of the place.

As you’re sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but get the feeling someone’s staring at you. You turned around, to check your surroundings, and that’s when your eyes landed on him. A South Korean gentleman, tall and handsome with an aura that was so intimidating.

His gaze was intense yet, nonchalant as a little smirk was plastered across his face. You tried to look away but it’s like you were paralyzed, you couldn’t move a muscle. That’s when someone finally knocked you out of trance, another handsome gentleman, but not as handsome as Mr tall and mysterious.

“What’s a pretty girl like yourself, sitting here all alone by herself for?” The man inquired, taking a seat next to you.

“I’m just enjoying the vibes” You simply said, taking another sip of your drink. You don’t know why, but you found yourself looking back over at the tall gentleman’s direction, his gaze still on you, but this time his smirk was a lot more noticeable almost amusing as he raised an eyebrow at you.

The guy next to you offered to buy you a drink and of course you took the offer, I mean who were you to turn down free drinks. The whole time you kept stealing glances at the tall handsome man, even though he was accompanied by two beautiful women on his lap, his attention was solely focused on you.

Suddenly he whispered something to the two women in their ears, before they got up from his lap and dismissed themselves. His eyes never left yours, in fact it’s like he called you over without exchanging any words or gestures. You just found yourself getting up from your seat, and making your way over to his section, totally ignoring the other guy asking where are you going.

Now that you were up closer, you could finally make out just how fucking sexy he was, his sliver hair, and lips plump and pink. His eyes were so pretty and intriguing, and don’t even get you started on his style, dressed in all black paired with a whole bunch of jewelry, you could tell he was rich.

“What took you so long baby, kept staring at me but kept me waiting so long” His deep voice caused shivers to run down your spine, fuck this man was going to be the death of you already, and you didn’t even fucking know him.

“Correction sir, you were staring at me” You said, trying to sound confident but your voice wavered a bit, he was making you so nervous and imitated. He let out a little chuckle, and fuck was it the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard, you were ready to drop your panties then and there.

“You stared back sweetheart, I guess we’re both guilty” He said softly, smirking at you with that fucking look, god he’s so fine you thought, if it meant he came to this club all the time, then who’s the person you need to see to apply!

“Are you here all alone baby girl?” He suddenly asked, tilting his head to side, as he checked you out from head to toe, waiting for your answer. You bit your lip nervously, before answering his question.

“No, my friend strips here, I’m just tagging along” You simply said, subconsciously scooting closer to him. He noticed, and smiled before scooting himself closer as well, and at this point you’re almost in his lap.

“Who’s your friend? And I haven’t seen you around here before, are you thinking about working here as well?” He inquired, placing his hand on your thigh, just resting it there but to you it was setting you off, heat rushing to your cheeks and core. His hands were so big, you could imagine how they would feel wrapped your ne-

“Hmm?” He hummed, knocking you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Oh um, her name is Nini, and yes I’m thinking about stripping here” You said a little hesitantly, you didn’t really feel too great giving out your best friend’s name, and telling a complete sexy stranger your plans of applying to work here, but it’s like you were under some spell just by the look in his eyes.

“Mmm I see, first time stripper eh?” He said, voice so deep but smooth like butter. You raised your eyebrow at him, how did he know you never stripped before.

“And how would you know I’ve never stripped before, I could be a pro you know” You said matter of fact, he chuckled softly again, shaking his head at your cuteness. Of course he could tell you were a beginner, just be the way you looked so tense.

“I just can tell mama, definitely don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, are you sure you want to step into this lifestyle? It can get pretty dangerous in this territory” He leaned over to you and whispered those words in your ear. You felt a chill run down your spine, both from being turned on by his hot breath on your neck, and the meaning behind his words.

“I’m a big girl I can take it, thank you very much” You replied, trying to sound tough and confident as possible. He just smirked and chuckled at you, before getting up from the velvet couch.

“Then I hope to see your pretty face around here then, I could get used to that you know” He simply said, before sparing you one last look, as he disappeared somewhere in the club. You don’t know why, but his words laid heavy on your conscious, did he know something? Who was he? why did he seem so informed with everything?

The night came to an end, and you ended up putting in an application and getting interviewed by one of the staff members, he was another South Korean gentleman, long black silky hair, and fine fine. He told you that they would get back to you, after your background check comes back clean and that would decide if you get hired or not.

Two days had passed and you finally got a call back saying your background check came back clean, and you were hired. You were happy you got the job, but you were super nervous, you didn’t really know how to work the pole and you didn’t even know how everything’s supposed to work.

Luckily you had Nini, she’s been stripping since she was 19, and she’s definitely a pro. She has a pole in her room, so she allowed you to practice with it, and honestly you’ve always been a fast learner, so you learned the basics pretty quickly.

Friday night came fast, it was officially your first day as a dancer, and you were anxious as fuck. Nini was a good support system though, making sure you were okay, showing you around the locker room and laying down the important rules that applied to the dancers.

“So what color are you going to wear for your first session, red always looks good on you boo” Nini said, as she applied her makeup. You smiled at her, before holding up both the red and the pink to your naked body in the mirror, as you contemplated on what color you should wear.

You decided on red of course, it just brought out your skin tone, pretty smooth brown skin, in red lingerie. You couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable though, the outfit you were wearing was nothing but provocative, a thin little lace thong and a red corset top. You did look so good though, titties sitting up nicely in your top, and your plump ass on full display.

Finally it was your turn to go on stage, and you started to freak out a little. You swallowed your nerves down the best way you could, before making your way to the stage, your six inch heels clicking as you walked. You hoped that they would play a song that you knew, just to make it easier for you to move to the beat.

Luckily for you, they were playing The Party & The After Party by The Weekend, one of your favorite songs and something slow you could work with. As the song played, you got lost in the music, swaying your curvy hips as you rolled your body down the silver pole

You could feel all the attention on you and honestly it felt good, which was a feeling you didn’t expect to feel, money and praise being thrown at you, as you moved your ass left to right. Finally you looked out to the crowd, and that’s when you laid eyes on none other than the gentleman before.

He had the same exact piercing gaze, but this time it was different, his eyes were dark with lust, hunger, and curiosity. You played along as you kept eye contact with him, bending over on the pole, as you wiggled your ass nicely. He shifted in his seat, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and if you weren’t seeing things, he mumbled a curse under his breath.

Your dance came to an end, and your made your way backstage, where Nini and some the other girls complimented you on your first dance.

“Damn girl, if I was a man I’ll definitely be hard as a rock right now” one of the other strippers, Lala said. You giggled at her comment, and thanked her.

“No seriously, you did an amazing job sweets, even Mr Jeong came to watch your first performance” Nini said, you looked at her confused, and she snorted, she totally forgot to run that by you about who the boss is, literally the most important part.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot to tell you about who runs this place, so his name is Jeong Yunho, he’s the owner of Sparkle City, he’s also know as Black Demon. One of the most dangerous and feared men in the city” Nini said with no hesitation, meanwhile you’re about to have a panic attack, what do you mean you’re working for a mafia boss?!

You’ve heard of the name Black Demon, even back in your small city, you remember reading about all the possible murders, that are all supposed to link back to him. That brings you back to the night that gentleman said those words to you, and now you knew just what he meant.

“How does he look, is he some creepy old Italian guy, who walks with a cane” You said seriously, but all the others laughed at your remark.

“No silly, he’s actually pretty young and handsome, but he’s really tall, like tall tall and he’s Korean. Oh, and he has silver hair” Nini said nonchalantly, your eyes widened as you registered her words, the gentleman you met at the club the other night, was the owner of this nightclub and he’s in the fucking mafia.

You quickly pulled Nini to side, whispering shouting at her, about why she didn’t let you know beforehand that you were going to working under a criminal.

“You could have at least told me, what I was getting myself into girl, what if something was to happen here” You said, you weren’t really upset, just a little terrified of the possibility of danger here.

“I didn’t think you would mind, plus what type of people do you think run these types of places, CEOs and government workers?” She said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at her scoffed.

“No, but maybe just regular people, not deadly killers like him, do you know how many people he’s had killed” you exclaimed a little to loud for Nini’s liking, she quickly grabbed you by the arm, shushing you and taking you somewhere more secluded.

“Fuck Y/n, you can’t just be saying shit like that here, you really gotta watch what comes out of your mouth around here. If that shit gets back to Mr Yunho, both of heads will be on a sliver platter” She said with all seriousness, no hint of playfulness in her tone. You felt an eerie chill run down your spine, as you nodded in agreement.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, you had two dances the whole night, and just from those two performances alone you made $500 In total, that would have took you two weeks to make at a regular 9-5, but with stripping you made it in just a day.

You could definitely get used to this lifestyle, continuous money showers raining down on you, all from that shaking a little ass, and popping a titty? It was simply so easy. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t on edge the whole time though, the new found information you got from Nini, was all starting to make sense.

You actually took time, to really look around the place, and it was all so obvious. Men dressed in all black suits, with guns on their hips, and the rule of not being all to enter the boss’s office without permission. You could also tell drug deals goes on here, a bunch of corporate executives and CEO’s, disappearing into the secret room, only to come out looking high out their minds.

Finally your long shift ended, and your feet were killing you, you don’t how these girls around here lasted everyday wearing these tall ass heels. You gave the club their percentage, and took the rest for yourself. You threw back on your regular clothes, and waited for Nini, to get finished with her private session, she was one of the popular dancers, so she had a lot of rich ass regulars that always came and spent hella money for a private lap dance.

You decide to reward yourself with a nice little drink, the fruity alcoholic beverage hitting the spot after a long day of standing on your feet. As you’re enjoying your drink, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, and that’s when you turned around and you were faced with the same man who interviewed for the job.

“Miss Y/n, the boss has requested your presence to his office” The man simply said, his stone cold expression giving you chills, your heart started to beat out of your chest, why did Mr Jeong want to see you? Were you in trouble? Are you going to die? Did someone overhear you and Nini’s conversation from earlier.

All those thoughts started to run through your head at once, as you nervously nodded your head, and stood from your seat following him into the back of the club. Your palms were so sweaty, and your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, were you about to die? He led you down a long vintage looking hallway, stopping two tall double doors.

“You may enter, boss is waiting for you inside” The man said, before turning away from you, and standing by the door like a statute. You assumed he was one of Yunho’s men. Your hands were shaky, as you hesitated to push the doors open, you didn’t know what you were about to face and it scared the living hell out of you.

Finally you pushd the doors open, and you were hit with a faint smell of an incense burning, his office was more like a lounge, vintage furnished and expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. There was even a pole in the middle of the room, and not to mention, the big liquor cabinet, with tons of expensive glasses and brown liquor.

You made your way around the corner, and there he was, lounging on the couch as held one of the expensive looking glasses in his hand, half full of some type of brown liquor. He was clad in a black button down shirt, with some of buttons opened to see his chest, and black slacks that showed the outline of his skinny waist.

“Y-you wanted to see me sir?” You stuttered, barely managing to get your words out. He grinned softly, as he twirled the brown sustenance around in his cup.

“Would you like to have a drink with me” He said softly, gesturing you towards the spot next to him on the couch. You managed to walk over and take a seat next to him, your legs felt stiff, like they were going to give out on you any minute.

He grabbed you a glass off the table and poured bourbon whiskey inside of it. You’ve never had whiskey before, it was way too expensive to buy, but he had a whole case full of it.

“I hope you don’t mind taking whiskey, it’s the only thing I drink” He said, staring deep into your eyes as he handed you the drink.

“I’ve never had whiskey before, but all about trying new things” You said before, holding the glass up to your nose and smelling it. The scent was strong, and you could tell it was going to burn your throat, but being a pussy was not in your nature. Yunho watched you carefully the whole time, watching as you down the shot of whiskey.

And just how you imagined, the brown liquor burned the hell out of your throat, your eyes watering like hell. Yunho smirked at you in amusement, you were an intriguing little thing, taking a whiskey neat shot like a champ, he was so turned on by you.

You cleared your throat before breaking the silence, the room was starting to grow hot, the tension in the room was beginning to feel overwhelming.

“I didn’t know you owned this club” You said carefully, trying not to make full eye contact with him, his presence was so dangerous for you, his aura was addicting and you were eating it all up. You’ve never felt so weak for a man, like you do for Yunho, he makes you want to submit to him, makes you want to serve him like he’s your master.

“You seemed like a smart girl, thought you would’ve been able to read between lines bunny” He said, voice husky and slightly raspy from drinking the whiskey, you fought to keep your composure, your things starting to rub together at the nicknames he was giving you.

You swallowed your hard, not trusting your own voice to say another word, you just looked around timidly, waiting to see what his motive was. And that’s when he said that…

“Dance for me” He suddenly said, staring at you with an unreadable expression, your eyes widened as you stared back at him in shock. Did he really just ask you to dance for him?

“Y-you want me to dance for you?” You repeated, starting to squirm nervously in your seat. He simply nodded, biting his bottom lip, as he laid his back against the couch, relaxing his shoulders. You sat there in silence at first, trying to process everything at once, it’s not like you could tell him no, Could you tell him no? You thought to yourself as you pondered and pondered.

“I want you to repeat the same dance you did earlier, but this time can we make it a little bit more interesting shall we?” He smirked, taking another shot of whiskey, you could tell he was tipsy by the way his pupils were now blown out and glassy.

“Make it interesting how?” You inquired, anxiously fiddling with your fingers. He grabbed a small black remote, dimming the lights of the room changing it to the same shade of red like you had for your stage dance.

“Do it naked, just for me” He replied, you almost choked on your own spit, he wants you to dance naked for him, is he out of his mind?!

“I don’t think that’s appropriate sir, I can’t” You said, yes he was fine and yes he was a mafia leader, but you still had respect for yourself, or so you thought…

“You know baby, I don’t usually take to the dancers that work at my club, but you baby, you been driving me insane since I first laid eyes on you” He said, you do remember Nini telling you that Yunho never slept or interacted sexually with any of them, of course there were plenty of the girls who threw themselves at him, but he always turned them down.

“You’re telling me I’m special huh” You said, starting to feel less nervous and anxious because of his intriguing words.

“Yes, indeed you are baby girl, now be a good girl and get up there and dance for me” He smirked, as he poured himself another drink, waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. You got up from the couch, and made your way over to the pole. Yunho stared shamelessly at your ass, as it jiggled when you walked.

He pressed play on the music, and the beat of the song came through the speakers of the lounge. You started to slowly strip out of your clothes, luckily your regular clothes consisted of a pair of booty shorts and a lace crop top. You turned around and bent over, your ass facing him as you slowly eased out of your thong.

Yunho let out a quiet groan, shifting around in his seat, as he adjusted his legs. You could tell the effect you had on him, boy were you letting it go over your head, you swayed and rolled your body just like you did on stage, Yunho was watching so intently, taking another sip from his drink, as he enjoyed your dirty dancing.

You swirled around the pole, doing the tricks that Nini taught you, and then you hopped off the pole and made your way over to him. You stood right in front of him, as you shake your ass and danced provocatively. He spread his legs, and you took the hint now giving him a lap dance as you grind and twerk your ass in his lap.

You could feel how hard he was, cock straining painful through his slacks, begging for some sort of relief. As much as you loved and respected him for just watching and enjoying without touching, you wanted him to touch you, to feel his big strong hands on your body.

“Mmm touch me baby” You said, your pussy now leaking onto his slacks, you were so turned on from this, and so was he. He bit his lip harshly, before going to rub on your ass and waist, you were such a sinful sight.

“God fucking damnit, you’re making it difficult to resist you right now baby” He groaned, squeezing your asscheeks and spreading them apart to look at your wet glistening folds. You moaned softly, as he spread your pussy lips apart, to see how tight and small your hole is.

“Then don’t resist sir, take me please” You begged shamelessly, Yunho could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his boxers, it was not like him to fuck one of his dancers, but you weren’t just a dancer to him, you were the women he’s been searching for all along, he was so weak in the knees for you.

“Do you know what you’re asking for bunny, and who you are dealing with?” He hissed in pleasure, you full on dry humping him now, the friction from his clothed cock, turning you on to the max.

“I don’t care how dangerous you are, I don’t care that you are bad for me, I just w-wan you now” You whined, feeling yourself getting shamelessly close to your high, you were about to get off by dry humping him, it felt too fucking good to stop now. He halted your movements, and you let out a desperate whine, you thought he was rejecting you until he suddenly manhandled you into the couch.

“Fuck I can’t hold back anymore, can’t resist such a pretty little fucking slut like you darling, such a nasty little thing, about to make a mess all over my pants with that wet pussy” He groaned, spreading your asscheeks, before spitting directly on your pussy, and licking a strip of your pussy.

Your back arched, as you gripped the edges of the couch, the feeling of his wet long tongue was like no other, it’s been so long since you’ve had your pussy eaten, and Yunho just happened to be a fucking pro at it!

“Oh fuck, oh fuck please right there” You moaned shamelessly, he sucked and licked on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whole body was trembling with pleasure, as you looked back at see his face buried beneath your asscheeks.

“Fuck mama, pussy taste so damn good, shit could eat your up all night” He said muffled, now tongue fucking your tight little hole, like it was his cock. You let out a pathetic scream, the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute now, you couldn’t believe how fast he was about to make you come undone on his face.

“You gonna come on my face pretty thing, that’s right make a fucking mess on daddy’s face” He growled, sliding one of his digits inside your tight cunt. Your pussy clenched violently around his finger, you could feel this hot tingling feeling in your lower abdomen, you’ve never felt this feeling before and you knew you were about to cum so hard.

“Daddy! Oh my god I’m cumming” You whined loudly, the knot in your stomach finally coming unraveled, as you squirted your essence all over his face. Your legs were trembling, you were panting like crazy, and you felt so embarrassed squirting all over his face like that.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was going to squirt” you said weakly, you were already so fucked out, but you guys were far from being done, you needed his big cock inside your greedy pussy.

“No don’t apologize for being a good girl for daddy, that was so fucking hot” He groaned, standing up from his knees, as he started to unbuckle his pants, dropping down to his ankles. The outline of his cock in his boxers was huge, you were definitely intimidated by his size but also so fucking turned on by it.

“Gonna let me fuck this tight pussy raw baby?” He grunted, freeing himself of out of the confines of his boxers, as his dick spring free, the top flushed red and leaking precum. You looked back at him and nodded eagerly, wiggling your ass to entice him. He groaned loudly, before rubbing his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby p-please, stick it in, need your cock so badly” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to feel his thick cock, rearranging your guts. He smacked your asscheek, and you yelped at the sting of it. Finally after what seemed like eternity, you felt his mushroom tip nudging your tight hole, your little pussy struggling to accommodate his massive size.

“Oh shit! Oh my god wait, too fucking big” You whined, pushing back at his stomach for him to give you a minute. He chuckled softly in amusement, landing a harsh smack to your asscheek, as he rubbed soothing circles on the same spot.

“You can take it bunny, remember your words, you’re big girl you can take it” He cooed, pushed your face into the couch, as he started to push his length inside your fluttering walls. The stretch was intense, it felt you were being split in half, if it wasn’t for how wet your pussy was, it would have been impossible to fit.

After a couple more pushes he was fully nestled inside you, standing still to let you adjust to his size, and you could feel his throbbing cock pulsating. He let out a deep groan, trying to hold himself back, from fucking into you roughly.

“Fuuuckk, this pussy so tight and warm, shit tell me when to move baby girl” He hissed, as your pussy clenched snugly around his length. Eventually the pain started to turn into pleasure, and you were ready for him to ruin you.

“You can move now daddy” You moaned, pushing your ass against his pelvis, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. He pulled almost out of your wet pussy, until he slammed back in, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Hnmphhhh, Ohh my god Yunho, your cock so fucking good” You moaned loudly, gripping onto the couch for dear life, as he starts to fuck into you. Yunho eyes rolled to back of his head, your pussy felt incredible around his cock, all tight and warm.

“Look at you, such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a good little whore” He growled, setting a brutal pace, as he starts to beat your pussy in. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, and you’re pretty sure his bodyguard could hear you getting your guts rearranged.

“Yes daddy, I’m your good little whore” You screamed out, as Yunho pulled you by the hair, forcing your body to lay flushed to his chest, as he pounds relentlessly into your weeping cunt.

“That’s right all fucking mines, nobody can fucking have you, you belong to me now understood?” He spat, as he manhandled your body to a different position, somehow not sliding out of you. You were now laying on your back, face to face with him, ad he hovered on top of you.

He barely gave you time to breathe, as starting to pound into you again. Your eye rolled to back of your head, and you screamed In silence, he was fucking the shit out of you, all you could do was lay there and take it like the good whore you are.

“Yunho! S-slow down, I’m going to cum again fuck” You whined, that same tingling feeling returning, as you neared your high for the 2nd time tonight. The sight of Yunho tall frame above your small one, rocking his hips back and forth, as his silver diamond chain dangled over your face.

“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last any longer, I wanna breed this pussy, stuff you full of my babies and ruin you for anyone who tried to take what’s mines” He said, you could barely hear what he was saying, your mind was in another dimension as he fucked you into an oblivion.

Like clockwork, he hit your pressure point, that spot inside you that makes everything feel fuzzy. Your legs were shaking violently, as he slammed into your g-spot over and over, and finally you felt the band snap in your stomach snap. You came hard around his dick, squirting and creaming like crazy.

He followed shorty after, letting out a guttural groan, as he emptied out his once full balls inside your spent cunt. His big body collapsed on the side of you, the both of you panting heavily, and trying to catch each other’s breath.

You could feel his cum oozing out of your abused hole, the feeling was so uncomfortable in the worst way. He got up from the couch, disappearing into the bathroom, and coming out with a box of tissues. You laid there weak, as you watched him wipe the remnants of his cum, that oozed out on your thighs and legs.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, normally you never received aftercare, not even your ex boyfriend took the time to do this for you. You couldn’t believe a stone cold killer like Yunho, was being sweet to you like this, you were whipped.

Finally he broke the silence, grabbed you by your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“I hope you didn’t think I was playing with you baby, you really belong to me now “ He said seriously, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You smiled like an idiot, snuggling your face into his neck.

“Good because I’m not going anywhere, I’m yours” You simply said, pecking him on his cheek, he locked eyes with you, and this time it wasn’t that unreadable stone cold expression. It was replaced with something more softer, love and warmth.

You knew what you were getting yourself into falling for a man like Jeong Yunho, but you didn’t care, you were in love with a criminal with no shame.

“𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭” 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝.

The End…

A/n: Someone pass me a cigarette real quick 🚬 😩 this is so toe curling, pussy popping good!!! I been wanting to release a fic about Yunho for so long and I finally did it😛 we cheered! Ladies and gentlemen I’m afraid this is a nasty one be prepared to change your sheets🫦 not proofreading shii🫶🏽

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˗ˏˋ Historical Au: Slave!Jinwoo x Noble!Reader ◛⑅˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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‼️[ TW: Slavery, Violence, Yandere Jinwoo, Familial Abuse, strong language. Please don't read this fic if it is triggering or uncomfortable for you. I do not condone slavery nor do encourage such acts. This is simply a work of fiction ]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Cai Bot Link ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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"A gift for you, my dear child" Your father mused as an 18 year old teenager, tattered and chained, was dragged to the floor and forced to kneel in-front of you Jinwoo looked up at you with expressionless gray eyes, his face was covered in dirt and his shirt was extremely filthy. "Hi." Jinwoo greeted you humbly.

"Father!" You shrieked, flicking the fabrics of your dress as you hurriedly knelt towards the slave and tried to support his limp figure.

He was hardly even concious with his bleary and sleepy eyes, his clothes are covered in grime and dirt as his face was dusted with blood and something else. He looked not much older nor younger than you, and yet all this man was made of was skin and bones.

"Why so upset, my dear?" Your father sneers, humming as he swirls a glass of wine in his his hand. "It's your birthday after all. Daddy thought that should be gifted, no?"

"But I didn't ask for a slave or anything at all!" You protest, only to be met by a domineering glare that instantly made you close your mouth.

"Be grateful, you goddamn pig" He bites, making you feel even more terrified than you already were. "If it weren't for the fact your fucking wench of a mother making a goddamn fuss before dying you wouldn't be here. The least you could do is accept whatever the fact I give you"

He calms down, continuing "That child was only a few silver coins. If you dont want him I could always give him to your sisters or work him to death."

"N-no!" You protest immediately, shivering at the thought of what your father might decide to do. "I-I'll keep him... I'll take care of him."

"There's a good girl," He chuckles, "Start with the imprinting."

You gulp, anxiously looking at Jinwoo who was tired beside you, he looked like he just wanted to to be done with everything.

"Your... Uhm..." His eyes would sweep towards you with an empty grey gaze. "Name?"

"Jinwoo." He says shortly.

"Alright, uhm, Jinwoo..." You hold your palm out. "It'll tickle, I have't done this before s-so—"

"It's fine." He cuts you off, stretching his scarred left hand towards yours and pressing it together.

You tremble at the touch, not of disgust— But instead you were nervous. If you screw this up, you might get another beating or worse,... Something might happen to Jinwoo.

So with the little mana you hold; you started pouring energy out as a soft gentle light comes as the brilliant and pretty things somehow turned into pitch black and purple shadows— Twisting and churning before attaching themselves to both of your ring fingers.

Jinwoo seemed unamused, but your father certainly was.

"Now, get out of my sight" Your father simply said after recovering from the spectacle. "Your sisters are about to arrive, you bring a sour expression to their wonderful faces, so leave"

You could only respond with a polite bow as you helped Jinwoo up to his feet and guided him out of the main house.

There wasn't even a carriage prepared for the both of you as you silently walked towards the far west inside a forest and then finally arriving at a crude but somehow decent looking manor.

Jinwoo watched and followed you as you guided him to a dusty bedroom and sat him down before fetching a small chest with ointments and bandages. Though his gaze was still empty, he was looking at you with curiosity, wondering why exactly you're doing this.

"I'm your slave," Jinwoo breaks the silence. "Aren't you supposed to leave this to your servants?"

"Hahah... Sorry." You apologize, making him quirk up an eyebrow. "Your master is pathetic, I have no servant in my name."

He doesn't question that situation, instead asking; "Then why do it yourself? I can patch myself up just fine."

"Maybe... Because I feel guilty?" You fidget, applying ointment on him after wiping his arm. "It's my... Birthday and yet because of it you're here. I'm sorry."

"Don't." He simply said, not meeting your eyes as he looks out to the distant skies. outside your broken window. "It's not your fault. And besides, here is better than just wherever."

The silence ensues, nothing much being said any further as you directed Jinwoo to an empty room. He was given a decent place to sleep in. It was odd, since this bedroom seemed more comfortable compared to yours that was even more shabby and dusty.

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It an odd situation, not once did you have ever treat Jinwoo as a slave, you were often on your own in your little garden at the backyard and farming vegetables for both of you to eat.

Jinwoo actively avoided you for quite a while, before deciding that since he lives with you and is technically leeching off of you— He might as well be useful.

And in those days where he helped you, the walls that Jinwoo had built around himself crumbled the more time passed by.

For a while, he was happy, you were happy.

You were both happy.

That was until you had to attend a gathering with your family that had abandoned you.

Of course, you had to dress in your shabby and outdated dress, to which everyone in the ballroom responds with mockery and spite. Jinwoo expected it, sure he's mad, but there's nothing he could do since he is nothing more but a damn slave who cant even defend his own master.

With heads hung low like cowards, the both of you decided to just stay in a corner and be as far away from any and all interactions. It went well for the first hour.

Admiring the brilliant lights and listening to wonderful music around you. Nobility is truly such a beautiful thing, golden plates, silver spoons, brilliant and gleaming jewels stitched into fine fabrics made by highly respectable and sought after tailors.

Jinwoo wanted to admire the scene with you, he truly did.

After all, he spent most of his days being dragged through the mud, his body being flogged over and over just for the fun of a drunk knight, or worse— Hard labour with only a piece of bread you can barely chew on due to how hard it is.

Compared to the grueling days he spent sleeping on the dirt, compared to the devastation he had as he cradled his dearly beloved little sister's corpse when she died of starvation— The sight of these luxurious tiles is mercy upon his pitiful soul.

...

Jinwoo's face drained of it's colours as he watches your elder sister yell at you for simply trying to greet her. A simple greet.

That was all it took for you to be on your knees frantically saying sorry with your voice as humble and as quiet as it can be.

He felt so hopeless, so frozen as he sees your pretty face scrunch in grief at your own actions that isnt even in the wrong in the first place.

So why must you kneel? Why must you humiliate yourself like this?

They stare at you with those sly eyes, as if finding your misery a source of entertainment. Sneers and chuckles would come with each insult being thrown your way.

Was it your fault you were born as the bastard child of the duke when it was your father who willingly went to brothels and slept with multiple women. It was only your mother who stepped up confidently to demand your father to take you in despite the fact that she is currently dying of birth complications. Your mother did all of that just so you could live a comfortable life.

And instead here you were, being punished over something you didn't do.

Isn't family supposed to love eachohter? Jinwoo loved his baby sister so much. So why is he watching another older sibling throw wine at their own blood just for breathing?

Jinwoo felt so... Devastated, his dear companion, his master. His own master— Is being ridiculed right in front of him.

The person he was sold to, the person who took care of him—

"Don't touch him, eonnie!" You scream, throwing yourself right in front of Jinwoo despite the fact you're already soaking wet from the wine splattered all over your pretty face and your already ruined dress. "Please, he's innocent. He's imprinted to me, but he shouldn't receive any punishment. We'll go, eonnie, we'll go. Please don't touch him."

You're protecting him.

That bastard woman would have continued her assault if it werent for her dear father stopping her and saying it's a waste of time dealing with a bunch of lowlifes.

Thus, the two of you were escorted— No, thrown out the main palace.

Jinwoo followed behind you towards the path of your shabby manor, and as the blowing wind caressed your skins,... You broke down.

"Sorry, sorry, Jinwoo." You sob as the man threw his arms around you. "I'm sorry, it was my fault, you shouldn't have seen that. I'm so sorry, Jinwoo. I really am. Please forgive me. Don't be mad at me.

"Why are you asking me those questions?" He asks, his soft voice barely even able to control his trembling voice. "You're my owner, shouldn't I be begging for forgiveness?"

"No, no," You sob even louder.

And Jinwoo couldn't do anything else but comfort you.

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Jinwoo didnt know how, but he managed to put you into sleep right after taking you home. He delivered some spare clothes to you for you to change in. He tucked you in under the shabby blankets and watched over you.

His gaze was stuck on you, contemplating deeply while guilt slowly clawed at his heart.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

"You'll get her killed." A voice suddenly says, and Jinwoo shot up, blocking his arm in front of you as you slept.

"Who—"

"Shut up"

The voice suddenly came from behind him, and when Jinwoo looked back— He could see a pair of purple eyes glaring at him. He can't quite see the face of the man, it was too pitch black and the moon isnt out tonight. He tried grabbing the vase on the sidetable but something had stopped him.

He can't quite tell, but it was as if the air itself is holding him back as those wicked and purple eyes glanced at him from the darkness right beside your sleeping form.

"You really think a damn vase can scare off an intruder?" The man scoffs. "You're pathetic."

"Who are you?" Jinwoo asks again, struggling to move as quiet murmurs surrounded him.

"Some guy" He answers.

"You must be one of those—"

"Ssh." The purple eyes gaze up at him again. "You'll wake the princess up with your voice."

Jinwoo shut his mouth, biting down on his lip as once again he felt so utterly hopeless. Not to mention the air around the stranger was absolutely wicked and somehow... Demonic? Otherwordly?

It was a feeling akin to staring at the abyss, the unkown that makes your skin crawl and itch.

That man is dangerous.

Dangerous But Not Hostile.

"That sister of hers," The man starts, his voice a little tense. "Will get her killed in a few years."

"Excuse me?"

"She'll die, and her blood will be on you, Jinwoo" He grits his teeth. "Just like your sister's who died from starvation, just like your mother who died from sickness, just like your father who died in your arms saving you from a bandit— Her blood will be on your hands just like theirs that is already on you."

"....."

"So quiet, now, huh? You're crying?" He sneers, the voice suddenly coming from behind him. "Crying wont do you any good, you fucking idiot."

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Jinwoo yells, struggling as he tried to face the man. "I'm not strong, I'm built like a twig. I'm trying, okay? But I'm just a slave. This house is goddamn shabby, I've been trying to fix everything but it's lacking. I can barely even help in the farm, not to mention it's almost winter soon and if she wont die by that bitch's hands then she'll die because of this house! What the hell do you think I can do? I'm trying here and nothing is working!"

"...."

Of course he doesn't want to be in this situation either. Who does? He already lost his family, his blood, his precious kin— All gone and he couldnt do anything about. It was a hopeless situation. Of course, he tried getting a job in the capital since you let him roam as he pleases. He tried some odd jobs, several of them ranging from ordinary helper jobs to cleaning shoes to selling newspapers; nothing is working.

He lost his family because of his weakness, and because of that same weakness he'll loose you too.

"Hypothetically, you are given a guide to becoming extremely strong to protect her but in the process you loose your sanity along the way as well as your emotions" The voice says, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room as he walked around Jinwoo like a ghost. "How far are you willing to go?"

"Farther than the limit."

"Even if you lose your limbs along the way?"

"Yes."

"Even if you get mauled by beasts?"

"Yes."

"Even if you go mad by the power you'll soon hold?"

"Yes."

"Even if you must become a murderer?"

"Yes."

"I'll do it."

"I'll do it all for her sake."

"Good" The voice hums, satisfied.

Jinwoo starts feeling dizzy, his legs giving in as he felt himself collapse on something soft.

"Protect her." The stranger's tone becomes gentle. "Where I failed to do so, be better than me. Devote yourself to her. Protect the heart that is more precious than anything in this world. Even if you go through hell, you must protect her. You must love her. Give her all the adoration you can ever give. Because I couldn't protect my princess. So don't make the same mistake."

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Jinwoo had received the system from that night ever since. He had been busy from then on, often going out in the day and coming back in the evenings tired but somehow... A little different.

He'd go on long trips sometimes, which you honestly didn't mind so long as he promises to come home.

Soon enough, that same lanky, 18 year old boy— Is suddenly a head taller than you that you physically have to strain your neck just so you can meet with him eye-to-eye. Jinwoo had become from a lanky boy to a different person in just a blink of an eye in a matter of months.

Each long week he disappears; he comes back even more mature and lax in his demeanour. The next thing you knew, Jinwoo enrolled himself as a hunter.

You're proud of him, of course you are.

That's your Jinwoo.

Your precious, precious and sweet Jinwoo who always stuck by your side even if you are a noble who had no servant to her name and a manor fit to be deemed as a haunted home.

The wealth would soon come pouring in with each succesful hunt Jinwoo goes through. And the more powerful his bounties were, the more famous he became. The money he accumulated directly went into rebuilding the shabby manor into an opulent home worthy of a duke's daughter. Your filthy, ragged dresses were replaced by finely crafted fabrics. Your neck and ears would be adorned in the meek but captivating jewelry.

Of course, he still had that title of slave over his head but weirdly enough... Jinwoo seemed to carry it as a badge of honor.

Why?

Because he was yours.

What he is, is yours.

Naturally, jealous eyes come your way as the your dear hunter is now the most sought after. Who wouldn't want him anyway? Tall, handsome, a hunter— He is the embodiment of what is lusted for with a man.

And yet he never once bat an eye to those arrogant nobles who offered him the finest of fine wealth could ever give.

Love letters from all over the kingdom pine for your precious Jinwoo.

And yet he still chose you.

Those steely grey eyes of him would solely be for you and you only.

He looked a you like you are his precious goddess.

You Jinwoo is so... So Innocent and lovely.

Even as he held your father's severed head on his hand.

Even as a pool of blood puddled beneath his feet. Even as his grey orbs have turned purple. Even as the opulent pearl tiles reflected his maddened figure.

Your Jinwoo is just so... So lovely.

His heart, oh, his heart belonged to you. His innocent, pretty little master who looks up at him with a bewildered but awestruck gaze— He knew you weren't mad.

"I did it all for you, princess" Jinwoo would coo, cupping your face and swiping his thumb affectionately over cheek. "They were trying to make you cry again. We can't have that"

He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "After all, I am yours. We're already binded by a contract. Even if it didn't exist I'd still choose the same choice I have made now."

He holds up his hand, pressing his palm against yours as the tattooes rings on your ring fingers glowed purple.

"See? Even our mark is like wedding rings" He intertwines your fingers together before bringing it up to his lips and kissing the mark on you. "It's okay. It's okay. This is for your own good."

"This is all for your sake, my precious god."

"This bloodbath is an offering for you."

꒰ A/N: idk what I made nor do I wanna know. The plot is all over the place wheeze. I'm quaking at writer's block. I should not write for Jinwoo until I get the energy back. I'm so mindblocked with him maybe it's because I cant draw fanart of him atm. ahhhhhhhhhh ꒱

ʚ(੭´�� ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

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just a stranger | t. fushiguro

summary : honestly what did he expect was going to happen? you were a complete stranger to him three months ago. it’s not your fault he was an idiot for thinking any sane person would agree to getting married to anyone that soon.

genre : modern au, 18+, marriage of convenience, angst, fluff, smut, 

warnings : MDNI, fem!reader, dilf toji, hitman!toji, stalking, mentions of masturbation, more to be added as I keep writing

wc : 2.3k

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chapter one : approach

He feels like a damn pig staring at his current search history which consists of, single successful women in my area, and single young successful women in my city, lastly hot single young rich successful women in my city. That’s when he sees your name and photo at the top of a list of today's most powerful women in their twenties. 

Toji blames Shiu for planting the idea in his head. What you need is to be under the protection of someone powerful. That way whoever left that threat will think again. He likes to blame Shiu even though it was Toji’s mind that jumped to the conclusion that a marriage was the only way. 

So he clicks on your wikipedia page to learn more about you since you were age appropriate, hot, and ridiculously wealthy. He reads that you currently own one hospital, two in state law firms, three out of state law firms, four kids sports parks, and five playgrounds. Toji also reads that you are about to make it six playgrounds as the sixth is expected to have a grand opening in a month from today. 

At first he doesn’t understand how you can have that amount of money and success at such a young age, that is until he sees that you’re a defense attorney. A really damn good one too. Toji digs further and clicks on a link showing him the long list of clients you have defended. Majority of it were a bunch of clan heads as well as some obnoxiously rich business men. You don’t take any pro bono cases, which explains how you afford to own everything. Toji actually knows all of the people you have defended from his line of work. Shit, you’ve even defended his boss, Sukuna, when all odds were against him. You would actually be perfect for him because this just means you are most likely protected by both sides. Since you are the only attorney that represents his kind of people. He decides in an instant that he needs to marry you, so that his son can fall under your umbrella of protection.

Toji Fushiguro begins to tail you for three weeks, and in those weeks he learns things about you. 

First, is that you are for sure single, always ordering for one when getting take out or dining alone. Second, is that you are always working, you spend ten hours in the office and then continue working when you get home. Third, you do not have a life outside of work, you just work, eat, bathe, and sleep. Fourth, you enjoy spending the little amount of free time you have watching trashy tv while giving yourself a fresh manicure and a pedicure always with a full wine glass. Fifth, you hated socializing and kept all interactions minimal and brief unless it was work related. Sixth, you have a favorite place for everything, and you are a regular for each said place. You like routines and you stick to them. Seventh, you owned your house which wasn’t flashy like he had expected, it was an updated modern three bedroom one story home with a two car garage. Lastly, eighth, which is his favorite fact, is that within your modern home you pleasure yourself at least four times a week.

He was able to see it all with the help of your wall length windows and his binoculars. Poor Toji just couldn’t help himself, but to pull out his hard cock to join you in the fun all the way in his car down the street every single time. He only became a widow a year ago and being a single father he didn’t have any time to do anything outside of work and Megumi. With all the information he gathered from you, he finally felt that it was time to approach you and put his plan into action.

Toji decides to keep it simple and slow with his approach with you, not wanting to blow his chance with you. He’s a gentleman of course, so his first interaction with you is opening the door to your favorite coffee shop for you. “Thank you”. Is all you say to him with a small nod of your head and a gentle smile directed to Toji. 

Your voice took him by surprise especially having heard you talk on the phone with colleagues and a few of your taped cases that were online. Your voice was always firm and overflowing with confidence, nothing like how you just sounded. Almost shy just now with a voice barely above a whisper. He stood behind you in line and began to realize just how much shorter you actually were despite wearing your tallest high heels. Barely reaching under his chin. 

He listened to you order your usual obnoxiously long complicated drink. You paid, then stepped aside to allow whoever was behind to order which happened to be Toji. “I’ll just take a hot green tea to go.” He hands the employee extra cash, “keep the change kid.” He stood a few steps behind you and watched as you went through your emails, deleting some, flagging others, and reading a few. 

Both the drinks were ready at the same time so Toji lets you grab your drink first by a second or two before he grabs his and rushes to hold the door open for you again. It isn’t until you both make it outside that Toji goes to engage in a conversation with you before you part ways.

He clears his throat to gain your attention. You don’t notice him at all and mindlessly adjust your scarf. “Excuse me-” You cut him off with your palm held up to pause him not even sparing him a glance. 

“No sorry, I don't have any spare change.” 

You turn and begin to walk toward your building as your heels click against the concrete and Toji can’t help but to smirk not expecting to be having to put in more effort in getting you to give in to him. 

The green eyed man tries again the next day, on your commute home. He sits next to you on the bench as you wait for the subway to arrive. Toji tries to speak to you but you end up pulling out giant headphones from your purse and putting them on. He can't help but to chuckle with a shake of his head at just how unapproachable you actually are and your efforts to keep it that way. It was extremely clear to him now that you were single by choice, not allowing him or even other men to approach you. 

That's how the rest of the week goes. You promptly put a stop to all of Toji’s advances without sparing him much of a glance his way. His favorite rejection from you was when he approached you in a pastry shop as you were scrolling on your phone and so Toji asked “can I get your number?” To which you responded without skipping a beat, “I don’t have a phone.” You didn’t even look at him while rejecting him. Because of you Toji realizes that he has absolutely no game when it comes to picking up women. All he really had going for him was his height, face, and god-like build. That was all he had going for him and that was all most women needed to give him their attention. He tells himself that he’s giving up and going to look for another potential bride if you continue to not acknowledge him. He’s desperate and willing to accept eye contact at this point as a sign to keep pursuing you.

He arrives at the grand opening of your sixth playground, Megumi clinging to his leg. Toji spots you quickly as you do interviews with the kids about the park. You look different than your usual appearance, long gone are your usual heels and slacks. Today you're in some straight jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, your hair neatly styled like always, but the expression on you is soft and kind. You smile encouragingly to the small kids.

“Hey brat, go talk to that lady over there.” Toji orders Megumi with a shake of his leg to get his son to release him. The two year old releases his fathers leg but just stares at the lady his dad pointed at before his attention drifts to the playground watching two other kids his age running and playing. Toji goes to squat to get to his son’s level but Megumi waddles away towards the two kids. He was only two years old so he couldn’t really blame his son for not being able to follow directions.

Toji lets out a frustrated groan before walking towards an empty bench to get a better view of you entertaining some random kids. You’re playful and happy interacting with them, some of the parents even coming up to you to give their appreciation for the new playground in their neighborhood. 

It isn’t until he hears the familiar cries of his boy that his worried eyes leave your form to search for his son. Said son is in tears as he looks at the spot Toji previously stood, great, Megumi probably assumes that he was abandoned. “Dumb kid”. Toji relaxes with a scoff and is about to go get his crybaby of a son until Megumi turns and waddles over to you. Your face immediately fills with concern at the sight of the heartbroken boy. Maybe my son wasn’t completely useless. Toji smirks as Megumi holds his arms up to you seeking comfort and you act quick by bending down and lifting him into your embrace. He can’t make out what you ask Megumi and he definitely can’t hear what his son responds with but Toji takes it as his time to step in and make a move. 

The closer he gets to you and his son he can hear that your soothing words are actually comforting Megumi. You rub his back as he rests his head against your shoulder and his tiny arms wrapped around your neck. Lucky bastard. “It’s okay baby, we’ll find your daddy, don’t worry.” You rock him gently in your arms as you look around the playground hoping to spot his father. You were a natural at this, the complete opposite of what Toji expects from someone so cold and out of reach.

Toji finally makes it in your line of sight and your movements falter, you physically grasp Megumi in a tighter hold, and shift your body so that your shoulder would shield the boy. As if you were attempting to protect him. “You trying to steal my boy?” Toji teases with a smirk stopping a few feet away not wanting to scare you into running away with his son. He isn’t an idiot, he knows that his appearance is intimidating. 

Your eyes narrow at Toji before looking down at the boy in your arms who has stopped crying a while ago and is now playing with your necklace. “He’s your son?” Your cold tone has returned and your eyes flutter back to look at Toji. “He came to me crying looking for you.” Your body goes back to a more relaxed state and you turn to completely face Toji, he watches with a smirk as your eyes slowly trail up his form. “Sweetheart, is this your daddy?” Your gentle soft tone seems to only be reserved for kids, Toji notes. 

Megumi lifts his head up to look over at Toji and he lets out a small sigh of relief. “Yea, my daddy.” However, sweet little Megumi goes back to resting his head against your chest. 

Toji lets out a deep chuckle. “Here let me grab him, your arms are probably getting tired.” Toji steps closer to you to grab his son but again your body reacts instinctively as you tighten your hold on the small boy and subtly lean away. 

“N-no! It’s okay, I’m okay holding him. I’ll let you know if I get tired.” 

He couldn’t help but to smirk at the sight. So all it took for you to speak to him was his little brat. “You have any kids?” Toji asks even though he already knew the answer, standing right next to you. He observes you and notes that your small smile that is directed to Megumi falls. 

With a shake of your head you look up at Toji. “No I don’t. How old is he?” Toji is slightly taken back at you actually giving him the time of day. There was a big chance that you still would have ignored him even while holding his kid like he expected.

“He’s two, just had a birthday recently. Honestly, it was sad since it was just us two, now I’m trying to take him to more parks so that he can make friends to hopefully make the next birthday not so lonely for him.” He easily lies to your face and your eyes soften a tiny bit. 

Your eyes land on his chest as Toji crosses his arms, he grins glad that you were a tiny bit attracted to him. Makes things slightly easier. “Oh, what happened to his mother? Nevermind that’s personal, you don’t need to answer that I’m sorry!” You rush out slightly embarrassed. 

He shrugs. “She passed away about a year ago.” 

Your lips drop to a sympathetic smile looking down at Megumi who is slowly falling asleep. “I’m sorry, that must have been tough for you both. If you ever need help with him, please let me know.” Your tone dripped with kindness that Toji couldn’t help but to take advantage of.  He chuckled with a glance down at the concrete before turning to look into your soft eyes before the scarred corner of his lips tilted up into a smirk.

“Ima need your number for that, doll.”

next

a/n : so this is just the first chap but I’m very excited to post more very soon! I’d love to know your thoughts and depending how well this chapter does I might make a taglist if you guys would be interested in that :)

[mkarchin713]

Damian had been missing for over a year.

At first everyone assumed that Damian had been caught in the same time asynchrony that Jon was and joined the Legion of Superheroes. No one has been worried, this had happened to several heroes before and would probably happen to others. It was only when Jon returned several weeks later and many years older that they learned Damian wasn’t with him.

No one understood what happened. CCTV showed the Super Sons being dragged into the time rift, Jon had been taken first with Damian right on his heels, but only Jon had made it to the 31st century and as far as he was aware Damian had been left behind.

They consulted the other time traveling heroes who could only guess that the split second difference between Jon entering the rift and Damian entering could have sent Damian to another time and they had no way of knowing if it was the past or future.

The Batfamily was torn. Half looked to the future the other looked to the past. Neither found any hint of Damian.

It wasn’t until a year later when the Justice League discovered a fake government agency of ghost hunters had taken over a whole town, that they got their first clue of Damian’s whereabouts.

Investigating Amity Park had been difficult. As far as the citizens were aware the Justice League had ignored their calls for help and even supported the GIW’s genocidal agenda. The league hadn’t even been aware there was a dimensional rip in the middle of this midwestern town until after they got there.

Only two teenagers were willing to talk to them, a Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, and they only agreed to talk because a Danny had told them Batman would never condone this. They learned of Phantom, a teenager from the alternate dimension, or “Ghost Zone” as the scientists who opened the portal called it, who defended the humans from the “ghosts” and later the “ghosts” from the humans.

Phantoms job protecting the town was made infinitely worse by the Fentons, the mad scientists who opened the portal and where capturing the “ghosts” for experiments. Phantom had often saved the “ghosts” from the ‘scientific curiosity’ of the Fentons and the GIW, he had even saved numerous citizens from being caught in the crossfire.

But Phantom was now missing. As far as Sam and Tucker knew the Fentons had captured Phantom and Phantom’s inside agent, the mad scientists daughter Jazz Fenton, had broken him out and was on the run from the Fentons and GIW. Her taking Phantom was probably the reason that the League was finally able to discover the GIW existed in the first place.

So now they had a injured teen hero on the run from genocidal mad scientists with only a teenaged human for back up. The League had no leads until the teens told Batman, and only Batman, that there was technology in the Fentons lab that could track Phantom down, hopefully before the Fentons could.

The Lab was a mess. The League couldn’t tell if there was a fight or if the Fentons where just that messy. There were discarded weapons and jars of Lazarus Water everywhere. Batman didn’t know what was more disturbing, the Lazarus green portal on the wall of the operating table covered in green blood flecked with red. Batman was glad he insisted the children stay outside, they where too young to see horror like this.

It was almost second nature for Batman to test the blood, if only to get a DNA sample of the Fenton’s victim.

Bruce had not been prepared for the results.

What if Danny was Damian?

Like maybe Damian got into some trouble and ended up with amnesia or something.

He gets found by the Fentons who take him in ( for good or for science, maybe they needed a sacrifice for the portal and after making sure no one was coming for the kid used him to open the portal)

Could even combine this with Ghost King AU. A disheartened Batfam that can't find there youngest ends up summoning his ghost. (Cause, of course, the lil demon ended up taking over the afterlife, should they really be surprised )

Or vivisection au. The angst potential alone!

[catfishkisser]

Lord of the Flies Prompt List (Mild TW mentioned/implied topics)

-What if the island wasn’t tropical

-What if the boys (aged up) were actually in the military on their way to war when they crashed

-The beast was actually real

-When the boys are eventually rescued, they don’t return to England. Instead, they are sent to America as war continues

-(my friend gave me this one) When the officer lands, he does not speak English

-A natural disaster hits the island

-The boys, rather than pigs, turn to the water for food

-Simon isn’t the one that dies that night

-What if the boys got rescued before anyone (but poor mulberry boy) died?

-Disease strikes the boys

-Jack was always the chief

-It wasn’t Roger that killed Piggy

-Modern AU

-Simon isn’t the only one the Lord of the Flies ‘talks’ to

-Cannibalism.

-One of the boys, thanks to the impromptu landing, is left with an injury that will stick with them for years

-What if there were predators on the island?

-Simon can see the future (because he’s not beating the prophet allegations with this one boys)

-The plane doesn’t end up crashing into the water, it very much stays on the island (dead pilot time)

-British boys weren’t the only ones there

-Character(s) break the fourth wall but are really bad at doing it

-Ralph’s kind of experience on a farm helps to start a little garden

-all the boys were the same age

-The officer doesn’t believe Jack was trying to kill Ralph

-Explore Roger’s state of mind throughout the book

-This wasn’t Simon’s first seizure and it’s definitely not the last

-They find the body of Unnamed Mulberry Boy rest in peace(s)

-They get fallout from nuclear warfare

-An enemy captain finds the island first

-The parachuter was still alive when he landed

-Messages in bottles

-Phobias

-Surprising or not, Jack does NOT want to go home.

-Famine

-Debris from the war washes up

-The biguns contemplate what awaits them after their hypothetical rescue

-This happens during the first world war

-Ralph goes into foster care after being rescued

-A lot less boys survive the island. Explain.

-The Painted Faces Possess. There Is Much More To Fear Than The ‘Beast’.

-The boys never get fire

-Alternatively, the boys become much more civilized under Piggy’s ruling

-Ralph and Jack enter a partnership. Ralph is the level-headed and rational thinker, Jack has the voice and quick thinking. Jalph shippers go wild

-Describe the conversation between Jack and Simon’s guardian and Roger and Piggy’s Auntie.

-Ralph’s father does actually search for them.

-There are snakes

-What is the littluns point of view for through this?

-How do Sam and Eric feel during the rescue and/or hunt?

-Simon comes across the remains of the piglets (the lord of the flies babies)

-Disease does not affect the boys, but the island’s flora

-Disease does not affect the boys, but the island’s fauna

-Acid rain

-Prehistoric remains are found

-Ralph starts enforcing his rules with violence

-The island changes them in more ways than one

-It’s a different animal they are hunting

-Piggy has an asthma attack

-The biguns go through Uncomfortable Island Puberty TM

-Jack’s tribe leans more into cultic behavior. Now, they worship and sacrifice to the Beast

-Simon successfully tells them the truth of the ‘Beast’

-Out of every boy on the island, Jack feels the most guilt in the aftermath. Especially when Ralph is found drowned in a cow trough.

-The littluns start their own tribe

Added 4/22/25:

-Explore the fate of Piggy’s parents

-What was (any of) the boys life like before the island?

-In a dire attempt to keep the boys in order, Ralph turns to religion

-The boys aren’t going to wait for rescue to get off the island

-They weren’t the first humans to wash up on that island

-There are caves beneath the island, going down miles and centuries

-Jack never meant for things to go so far. But now, with the weight of his own deeds, he can’t stop.

-The littluns are the only mature ones

4/23/25: some fantasy prompts to explore more supernatural themes

-Mermaid AU

-Fantasy creatures inhabit the island

-Do something magical with the conch I guess

-The boys get animal mutations

-the war was a government cover up for an active alien invasion the boys experience first hand.

(sorry these seem really vague or bland I’ll fix and update more as I go)

If you do use any plz don’t credit I don’t own ideas but plz plz PLEASE tell me if you do end up posting anywhere so I can read it

[weareallgonnaliveforawhile]

In an AU where Astyanx lives, Eurylochus would have a much bigger role in taking care of him than people think.

Personally?

Eurylochus is the second in command on a ship that's full of men doing their best to go home. That is to say, Odysseus would be very busy whether he wanted to be or not. In an au where Astyanax's identity is being hidden, then there's the thing of Ody can NOT be hiding in his room constantly raising this kid because if he is, then the rest of the men don't know where the fuck he is. If his identity isn't being hidden, then it'll still fall to Eury to do a decent amount of child rearing as one of the people Ody trusts most in the world.

After the ocean saga, I imagine Eury tries to make up for the fact he nearly got all of the men killed and latches onto Astyanax a bit tighter. Him being willing to leave behind the pig men on Circe's island was him being like 'Yeah, I don't think it's possible to save them, let's get the fuck out of here' just like in canon with the only change being him tightly clutching onto Astyanax while this is happening.

If Astyanax was somehow turned into a pig then I imagine during the entire conversation Eury is holding onto this tiny piglet for dear life and treating any stray animal or plant for that matter as if it's gonna kill the baby.

Narratively?

Eurylochus is the voice of the crew and the representation of Odysseus's humanity. He's willing to sacrifice men at the start when Ody isn't and that's something that swaps further into the musical (I will go on a whole rant about Eury being Odysseus's humanity, the thing that makes him human). All of this is to say that as Odysseus gets crueler with his morals, Eurylochus gets kinder. Where he'd once be fine with sacrificing someone else if it meant more got to live, he becomes aghast at the thought of killing one of the men that's fought so long to go home.

This is seen in his treatment of Astyanx. If he was brash to the kid at first, he becomes softer, caring. Maybe he sits with him and tells him stories of the war. When Odysseus is charting out his maps or having an episode (which is to be expected on a ship full of war veterans), he sits beside Astyanx. Maybe they talk and maybe they don't. But it's VERY important that they get closer. Close enough that on a ship where traditional family dynamics get skewed very fast, since it's entirely full of traumatized middle-aged men who have questionable ideas on how to interact with kids, Eurylochus becomes almost a second dad of sorts. It takes a village, after all, and some villagers get closer to the child than others.

During Mutiny, Eurylochus is the voice of the crew. And the crew is starving. Not just hungry, but a true type of starving that eats at your stomach and blurs your vision until you know nothing but the desperation of needing to eat. It'd be worse than in canon. Eurylochus would give any last rations he had to Astyanax. Not just because he'd do that as a person at this time. But because it'd parallel Odysseus in a sense. Ody let other people hurt so he could get home, so he could live (not saying this is a bad thing, just saying this is what he did) and Eurylochus let someone else take something they needed despite the fact that he would hurt, that if he didn't eat the ration he might not get home (at least to his hunger ailed brain). So yeah, I don't imagine Astyanax would be visible for Mutiny because Eury would've had him tucked away somewhere. Why force the boy to watch his uncle father Eurylochus betray his father?

Either way, long story short, Eurylochus would be a central part in Astyanax's life. From a reluctant uncle, to a protective uncle to a peusdo second father to a ghost, he is a very important figure in Astyanax's life that can't be underestimated.

[djdjdjmk]

Somehow you made Frankenstan more devastating, but tbh I’m glad it wasn’t what I initially thought and that Stan is the one who died. (I had a pissed on the poor moment and thought the kid died which would have been YIKES! for Ford. There would have been no place that man could have hid from Stan’s fury.)

Anyways about the kid!

Are they adopted? Are they biologically?

Who are they? What are their pronouns? How old are they?

Also does Ford put on deadened street for the kid, while he’s giving Stan a new kidney and teeth?

Stan: MY KID WHERES MY KID?!

Ford: *has not gotten sleep and has a tummy wummy something buggle that works for pigs but Stan’s kid is in it and has been fighting off demons whilst trying to resserect his brother* They are fine.

———-

Stan’s kid: *drawing a unicorn*

Ford: 💡!!!!

Stan's kid

Stan's kid for ZombieDadStan au. (try to say it three times lol)

Cassidy

They/them pronouns. Cassie didn't had a name until there was a medical emergency and Ford had no choice but to give them a name. Also he had to (very reluctantly) claim Cassie as his own child with all the paperwork. Another thing he took from his brother. They are Stan's biological child from a woman he had a short affair with.

Stan was brought back to the lane of living when Cassie was one year and a three months old.

Cassie started talking before walking (uncle's influence) which result in "family bonding time" where both father and child are learning how to walk while Ford helicopters around both of them. Also, Kid thinks Ford is their dad, not the green stinky man from dad's basement. Stan is miserable, Ford is an apologetic mess, Cassie refuses to come anywhere close to Stan. No one is having a great time. Except Bill, Bill got popcorn and front row seat to all the drama.

The idea of Cassie drawing a unicorn which sparks an idea for Ford is hilarious, but what if i add one more thing: Ford goes to the unicorn groove with the kid, cause "Babies are the purest of hearts" theory that he made up in his sleep-deprived mind. If it works than hooray unicorn hair acquired. If it doesn't Ford kicks a unicorn for telling his brother's kid that they aren't pure. Pick your favourite.

Btw thank you for the ask!!

Also I don't understand what deadened street means and translator isn't helping meee I'm sorry

All my GF au stuff is there

[wilting-moon]

Does Lux enjoy being a dad? If you're up for it, could we see some more scenes of him interacting with his boys?

OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!!

This was supposed to be quick doodles but I got ahead of myself because I was so so exited to get a ask 🥹🥹

OKAY DOES LUX LIKE BEING A FATHER?- at FIRST, NO, he did not- infact- he was so egotistical and had such a god complex (literally) he thought having children was the worst thing that could happen to him because… well… gods don’t have kids! Apprentices? Sure- did big G make a kid- sure, but he made his kid with a purpose! The boys were made off one too many rum and cokes and poor judgment- so he honestly despised the thought of having to take care of these kids that- he didn’t even know! But then- he started seeing parts of himself in the kids he didn’t even know he had! And it was like looking at a mirror, and he started feeling these stupid, silly mortal emotions- like love- and proudness- he looked away for 2 seconds- andddddd now he’s attached. So yeah- he does like being a dad- it’s grown on him, and he spends time with them in different ways, like good dads do!

ANYWAY SORRY SILLY RAMBLINGS ABOUT A STUPID SILLY AU THAT LIKE 6 PEOPLE GIVE A SHIT ABOUT OKAY BYEEEE ILL AWNSER MORE ASKS also hot dog enjoyer lux is permanently engraved in my brain cuz @glitchybitz drew him eating a hot dog and now i really like the thought of him not needing to eat but pigging out anyway

[aixeko]

──────<3 YOUR LORDSHIP ༺♱༻

WEEK 1 | SINNERS SAVAGERY / ERISETOBER

| Synopsis |  When the tempestuous waves crash against the shore and the sky turns a foreboding grey, human shells cower in fear as the mighty lord of the seas, Leviathan, awakens from the darkest pit of the deep, seeking for a human companion to aid her lonely voyage. 

| Synopsis | Yelan as Leviathan x Mortal!Reader

| Setting | MONSTER AU / Historical Era

| Scenario | [ ONESHOT ]  EVENTUAL SMUT Porn with plot. Long introduction. Arranged marriage. Emotionally abusive parents. Kidnapping. Yelan saved Reader. Hemipenes [ Double cocks ] Monsterfuck, kinda, but Yelan is in her human form. Size kink. Tail kink… Is that a thing? Consent is hot. Soft-Dom!Yelan and Virgin-Sub!Reader. No gendered pronouns used only female anatomy. Went with the flow while writing so uh yeah. NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ]

⚝ Used to hate Yelan a lot since I don't fw her haircut but after writing this she ain’t that bad tbh. Maybe mischaracterized, I stopped playing the archon quest and genshin in general since Sumeru release. ⚝ Including biblical references and quotes in an eventual smutshot is crazy work Ik.  ⚝ Not a native speaker, just a professional dyslexic yapper + VERY RUSHED WRITING ESPECIALLY AT THE END.

[ Word count: 5205 ] | Art credit: kgynh on Twitter

Love's true essence eludes reality when forced upon by one's own guardian.

Can humanity's most sought-after reward retain its meaning amid the sea of obligations?

The shortest and simplest answer is a definite no to the victim and an utter negation to the assailant.

It seemed as though time had slipped away, as if it were only yesterday that you were a child, running barefoot along the shoreline, embracing the sea like your own kind.

Now you're freshly twenty, walking barefoot with jewelry decorating every inch of your figure and outfitted in an expensive ivory wedding dress funded by a husband whom you have never spoken to nor seen with your own eyes.

Once an innocent, carefree child turned into a young virgin delicacy for the rest of the world to corrupt, offered by your most trusted protectors, you could never again call your parents.

It's for the future of everyone here, my dearest eldest child; you are the only one capable of bestowing glory on our village, so shine, my dear, and bring forth a new era for this accursed world.

No more would your beloved, caring mother tell tales of fairy tales, replacing them with those orations each night you succumbed to uneasy slumbers, like a reminder of the miserable future that would descend upon you.

Straighten your posture, child, drop the sorrow and curve those lips, child, stop consuming so much cuisine, child; His Highness the prince wouldn't want an indolent pig as his lifelong partner.

No more would your kind father carry you through mountains and forests to show you the falsehood of paradise your child self formerly gleamed at; now he who had turned into an unfeeling man would deport you across the thunderous waves to your new life with your unknown lover.

Seated on the boat and obscured by your veil, you could only stare mindlessly at the bouquet in your hands, all the while the entirety of your community swarmed the harbor in a declaration of celebration for your safe expedition and soon-to-be prosperous life.

Children who were like you and knew nothing better than to trust their protectors admired you and wished for a future like yours, not knowing about the torture you had and would have to face. Adults who saw you grow only wish for you to one day return to this lowly village for a blessing from people who they view as higher life and, to some extent, as God-beloved children. At last, your guardians who know the cruel truth don't bat an eye at your suffering and only wish to rid themselves of you and ask forgiveness when you soon flourish in the castle life.

You realize now that all those times of 'joyous' occasions and 'love' were not anything more than a ploy, a gamble, a hefty investment that your supposed parents made the very day you were born into this world.

Do not forget about the hardship you have faced and the community that has helped you awaiting here for your anticipated return; rejoice in luxury, and proffer our kindness with your blessing, my sweet child!

Your mother's distant voice screams out in a mixture of woefulness and elation, a grand final act in her show to manipulate your already shell-shocked heart into forgiving and forgetting.

Can one's own soul mend in the face of a fierce storm?

When the world seems to continue living on while yours has stopped, a shadow of its former self, a living corpse in a world of angel-disguised devils.

Have there been no solutions to resolve this impending doom, or have the solutions always been impending doom?

A presumed hour has passed since you began your journey through the ocean; silence was all the sound you seemed to hear, with the occasional "hmph" or sigh from the man who gave life to you.

"Are you going to soak and stare mindlessly in misery for the remaining period of time? You are a smart child; I'm sure you understand that it will be long until the next sunrise before we're standing on land again."

A part of you wishes to answer, to once in your life unleash the raging sorrow he and the woman he married have anchored you to, but like always, you find your tongue tied to an invisible knot, unable to fight back due to the cowardly mannerism you've learned to adapt to.

"Resentment and anger are not traits desired by heaven, child; one day you will come to realize that the things we have done are for the sake of your own good. Had we not done so, you would be living with a poor man and left to be a rotten peasant, unable to blossom into your true potential."

Your grip on the bouquet tightens, such blaring words spoken to be only lies to ease the guilt; if his putative wisdom has a scent, it would be of the foulest smell one could inhale.

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, for once the man chose not to escalate the situation further in fear of tragedy, especially being in the middle of practically nowhere in the vast sea.

People spoke of God as a heroic savior of the world, yet had never once in their lifetimes seen this magnificent being above humans and animals, mortal and immortal, life and death.

How can he, who is worshiped by the world as the one true salvation, allow his creations to suffer so greatly?

For the first time in a long time, you turn your gaze away from the flowers, not out of boredom, not out of impatience, but out of helplessness, out of your daydream for the life you longed for and lost in consequence of humankind's greed.

You lift your veil to reveal just enough to see with one hand while still withholding your grip on the flowers. Your first sight of the world is the ocean, a natural phenomenon you've adored for as long as you could walk; if you were asked to explain why you are so heavily interested in it, you would reply with a simple "Who wouldn't?" But if they were to ask you on a deeper level, you would respond that because you feel like nothing understands you more than it does, it's not a human, it's not a being, but because of such quality, it's why you're so fond of it.

The world is cruel, so very cruel, and so to have something as tranquil and peaceful as this enormous paradise is something to be adored with the utmost devotion.

Those of his believers who pour countless nights and days into seeking his divine revelation deserve more than silent destruction.

If God truly does exist, surely he'd answer his faithful servant's pleas for grace rather than having them suffer such a cold fate.

Before your so-called father could stop you, your hand meets the cool yet oddly soothing warmth of the water, a rare upward curve forming in the corner of your lip as a singular tear falls down and becomes one with Earth's own heaven.

If God does exist, if the legend and the myth are tales of truth, then please, please set your gaze on me; please save me from this miserable life, your lordship.

The winds begin to howl, and the sky darkens to a foreboding gray; far away from you, tempestuous waves crash violently against the coast. A single lightning strike ominously appears in the distance of the gray sky, sending chills down your spine at the signal of an impending storm.

The boat rocks violently, and you struggle to maintain stability, clutching tightly onto the edge of the boat while your father tries to manage the situation somehow, but it proves easily inefficient as a mere mortal is nothing against Mother Nature.

Your veil nearly flew off your head, and in a moment of panic, you let go of the flowers in your hand for the very first time in the interest of keeping the veil from flying away.

The boat rolls dangerously as the waves increase in abnormal strength; you struggle to hold on, and your father's screams are nearly drowned out by the cacophony of intense wind and waves if it weren't for the distinct pitch between nature and human fear.

With much grappling, you look upward to where your father's sight is set upon, and your face turns pale, hearts pounding in absolute fear from the sight of a creature only described in fairy tales and biblical books as the supreme sovereign of the seas. Unlike consuming content from secondary sources of its fearsome status, its appearance is much more petrifying in real life; from its awakening, ripples of dread are sent through the entire atmosphere, as if the very ocean itself is a body of its powerful might.

The sea serpent colossus's size covers the sky in its mass alone, and all you can do is watch in powerlessness, but as the initial fear disappears, you can't help but feel a surge of admiration for the majestic creature that has risen from the depths to grace you with its presence.

In essence, Leviathan is not just a creature of myth but can be portrayed as a powerful embodiment of the ocean’s mysteries, evoking awe and fear in equal measure; yet at this moment, Leviathan is not a myth or an embodiment anymore.

You slowly stand up, wanting to reach out for the monster in spite of your puny existence compared to it; perhaps this feeling is a manifestation of your love for the ocean. Maybe you were wrong this whole time, that this entire time the boundless mysterious abyss was, in fact, a being of greater worth than a mere mortal can comprehend. Could it be that the reason why you felt so heavily connected to the ocean was due to the fact that such a creature lay dormant in it? Could it be the case that this whole time someone has been accompanying you in your most vulnerable and lonely moments?

You stand up on your bare feet, both hands outstretched high above like a priest offering their devotion to God; you gaze up toward Leviathan, and your heart nearly bursts as you see you have gained its full attention.

"Your lordship." You whisper so silently that even your confused, fear-struck father, who is sitting beside you, cannot hear, but those words are not meant for mortal ears after all.

The last thing you feel is a coldness so soothing it could be a camouflage for fire as it engulfs you before darkness consumes you into a comforting slumber, one you've been deprived of since as early as your formative years.

It is when one has been confined for so long in the presumably eternal abyss that the light seems to shine so luminously.

Your eyes flutter open, rising to consciousness; a deep breath escapes your lips as you try to recall what has occurred, only for you to be sidetracked by where you are.

In contrast to the rough feeling of the wooden boat, you now lie comfortably in an astonishingly expensive, spacious bed made for what can only be assumed to be a titan or of the utmost royalty.

You look down at yourself and realize you're not fitted in a white ivory dress anymore but rather in extravagant, exquisite, and elaborate bridal attire belonging to a culture you're not all too familiar with.

Spotting a large mirror not too far away, you rise to your feet and examine yourself, and to your complete and utter shock, the dress was of a quality you could only have dreamed of; in comparison to the dress, the room that you thought was too lavish is lowly.

The attire is of a stunning ultramarine and silver color, with intricate embroidered patterns of what looks to resemble a sea serpent and floral motifs covering the entire garment. It's voluminous, creating a flowy silhouette and a sense of grandeur, and to add to its flowiness is your veil, which is elevated by a silver headpiece as detailed as the entire apparel.

In the corner of your eye, you spot fully bloomed lotuses with their countless petals decorating the dark blue marble floor.

Must it be that the one who brought me here intends to put on a show and allow me to follow those flowers to their awaiting destination? You thought, quite skeptical of this mysterious stranger's intentions, but seeing the pleasantries you have been showered with, you opted not to draw the wrong judgment quite yet.

You pull down your veil, which, unlike its appearance, is quite translucent on the inside—a heavily desired distinction from your previous opaque one.

At a slow pace, you follow the lotus, leaving the room for an even more unfamiliar environment; outside the bedroom is a long hallway decorated with various ornamentations that are illuminated by bioluminescent organisms you've only heard tales about.

Continuing to follow the lotuses, you admire the serene atmosphere, despite knowing nothing about anything and everything; the place seems to give a familiar feeling you've only felt toward the vast expanse of water.

You turn down countless corridors and admire different décor before you come to a stop at a grand, sturdy arch entrance; carved in it is what looks to be the depiction of Leviathan, the almighty sea serpent you have come to witness and live to tell the tale of. As well as what looks to be a mortal woman behind it, albeit a very unlikely assumption with her obscure body featuring characteristics impossible to be found on a human.

A slow inhalation and exhalation release through your nose and out of your mouth before your hands push the door open.

"Does the scenery satiate your taste, or is there any adjustment you desire to make?" A deep, rich, feminine voice booms.

You're a bit taken aback by the sound of another living being, and especially a female one at that. If it weren't for her voice, you would have mistaken the woman for a male at first sight given her chosen outfit. Similar to you, she is seemingly clothed in bridal attire with half of her chest uncovered by fabric or hair. Long, flowing garments in place of pants share colors and detailing exactly like yours with minor adjustments; a silky robe is wrapped around her like a sash, and the rest of her features are concealed by the canopy veil hanging from the roof of the castle.

She's seated on top of a throne as grand as the room is, and by the windows that are engraved in the wall, you realize that you have been underwater this whole time. Which explains the unusual source of lighting and unique embellishment never seen in this era.

A gulp ran down your dry throat, and your immediate thought was to go on your knees and bow, but you were stopped by her commanding voice.

"You are not to behave by the rules your kind has set, because here you are of the highest life that the mortal soul can achieve. Come closer; I'm sure you are curious to see what I appear as, little one."

It takes a while for any sort of response or action to manifest, but soon enough, one did.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, this may be an intrusive question, but may I know what you are addressed by? In particular, your title or name, perhaps if you are to grant me both."

The mysterious being seems to be quite surprised but amused; you see the shadow of her head resting on her fisted hand as she answers your question with much delight.

"You are much more intriguing than meets the eye; it is no illusion that you are a unique character indeed; you should take pride in the fact of such a deed so highly as to be offered as a bride to a prince, given your status as a lower life." A chuckle was released, followed by a dreamy sigh. "Of course, I am no different; never have I risen to the mortal realm and met such a gem; you must be of this planet's favorite creation to be so blessed."

At the mention of 'favorite' and 'blessed,' you are quick to protest, an act you yourself are surprised by, taking into account your history.

"You are mistaken, your liege; I am by no means favored, and least of all blessed."

"Hm, I see," she paused. "To answer your question, you must already know me by my true form. The one whom you called 'your lordship,' the formidable sea serpent, as you mortals describe me, and by my given name, Leviathan."

At the revelation, you are much amazed; Levithan had been a name you often associated with a male creature, given its appearance, but you do recall that in one particular book, you can't place your finger on the name of, which has described Levithan as a female monster that dwells in the deepest part of the watery abyss.

"Awed, I see? You're quite an amusing little one, but I do request that you do not refer to me by that name, as it does not fit my taste. I particularly like the name Yelan, and I do hope you agree with it."

Without thinking, you begin making your way to the Lord, eager to see the one who has saved you from a miserable life, the one to rid you of a horrible life with a man who could dispose of you anytime he sought.

"I am merely an underling in a position compared to your lordship."

You were only a fair step away from seeing the godly being yourself before being swept off your feet by a massive, rugged tail. You yelped, eyes closing in fright, only to feel yourself pressed up against foreign, frosty flesh that was quite comforting in spite of its temperature.

"Repeated words are a time waster, and I'm sure I do not need to remind you again that you are not to behave by the rules your mortal friends or foes have established in that pretty little head of yours."

"I... I'm sorry, Your Highness; please do not punish me," you whimpered aloud, frightful even with the hospitality and kindness accentuating Yelan's words.

"Punish you? I am a feared monster indeed, but I am not without a soul; harming you would be a war set against grace itself."

Her rough hand carefully and tenderly touches your chin like the softest of materials, tilting it up patiently to face her.

"Open your eyes, my heaven."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and without any second consideration, you did as you were commanded. A single beat skipped within the close proximity of Her Highness; from a distance, she may have seemed the average human size, but being this close to her, on her lap specifically, you're awed by her enormous stature.

"Your Majesty...I-you're... huge."

Her pale skin is adorned with scales that are inherent to her true form, light jade-hued eyes bore into you like a gourmet to be savored rather than devoured, and dark blue hair with asymmetrical bangs that are lighter at the tips seems to tie it all together to make a manifestation of the perfect combination between a mythical creature and a mortal female.

Another chuckle, this time a little longer, emits from her, and you swear your pupil seems to take on the appearance of a heart at the paradisiacal sight blossoming before you.

"Oh, how I adore mortal words; it has been a long time since I have had the company of another."

Her tail slithers its way to your waist and pulls you in closer—an act in anticipation of unforeseen events, but one that you suspect will happen sooner than expected.

"But my lord... how can I, a mere human, be able to accompany you?"

"Are you suggesting I am not capable of taking care of you? If there are things you require, then a single word to me and your wish shall be granted. If you believe it's impossible, then I will rival against the heavens for it to become a reality."

"No, no, my lord, you are much more than one can imagine, but I fear I am not capable of surviving in such an environment, as I have observed; we are underwater, and I do not have the ability to breathe under such conditions, nor do I have any power."

When His Lordship arrived, it was one where many prayed countless times for it and never got to witness it in their lifetimes.

To be able to be in possession of such dutiful hands is to be seen beyond the flesh and into the deepest part of one's soul.

That day I learned that God truly does exist on this wasted planet and that God is not a man of the beyond but a woman with a nurturing soul.

"I see, you should have mentioned it earlier," her gaze evidently grew dim. "I have a method of transferring my power to you, gaining you access to my pool of destruction, albeit the technique is rather an intimate act, and by performing this, you would be marked as wholly mine, and your soul will be bound to me for as long as you have the will to exist."

Much to your shame, an immediate "yes" escaped from your lips, which left Yelan a bit taken aback by the response; nevertheless, it's one that doesn't go unappreciated by her.

"My sweet mortal, as much as I am flattered by your agreement, I suggest reconsidering all the restrictions you may have to face, and most importantly, that you are not to return to your realm without my supervision for fear that your breed may label you as part of witchcraft or satanic magic."

You shake your head; you may long for your past life when the moon is at its fullest, where the most breathtaking night sky reveals itself as the world rests, but you would never dare return to the misery forced upon you ever again.

"Your lordship, I am sold off to a man whom I have never longed for, like I have longed for a companion each moment my body embraces the sea; never have I heard his voice the same way the waves whisper a delightful siren song to my ears, nor have I grown to love every perfect imperfection of the stranger as I have to your land."

Yelan's ears turn a deep blue hue at the helix—a phenomenon you haven't a clue about the means of its cause, but you take her cheeky grin as a blissful reaction.

"And you are certain of your choice; there is no return from then on."

"I have not thought of anything but a future with you, my lord."

Yelan's features lit up with much ecstasy, and her smile exceedingly widened as she cupped your entire head with one palm, bringing you ever closer with each ring of an echoing bell.

"Then may you allow me to have a kiss?"

"Yes, my sovereign."

Thus, the tragic tale of a young mortal sold to a foreign land ends as a tale of a beauty blessed by the heavens, and a monster feared by the lords begins.

Yelan hovers above you, naked from the top half of her body, her face flustered with uneven breath reflecting yours. What was a passionate exchange of blissful lips meeting quickly stirred up the deprived sea serpent, and now you're a complete mess spread out on top of another bountiful bed for her eyes to feast on.

You're breathless, as the woman who treated you with much care is barely able to restrain herself from almost attaching her lips to yours. Your head throbs from the intensity, but you can't help admitting that this is all so new and exciting; after all, you haven't given up your virginity yet or even touched yourself.

Like a mind reader, Yelan asked, "You haven't done this before, have you? How pure; I'm almost intimidated to corrupt such innocence. If it is all too much, yell out 'lotus'; I do not want your first time to be unsatisfactory."

"Hgh... Understood, my lord."

"Yelan. I am no more or less now that I am to mate with you; we are of equal ranking. If you must, you can still refer to me as please, but I will admit the truth that I do want to hear my name out of your delectable enunciation."

"Okay—Yelan."

Yelan's instinct to the callout of her name is to kiss you again, never satiated by how addictive mortal flesh can be. You gasp into the drastically different monument of the kiss, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she plunges you further into the generous bedding.

You tried returning her touch with eager vigor but found your hands accidentally pressed against the middle of your crotch due to your unfamiliarity with a half-beast, half-mortal form. You're flustered as an involuntary moan leaves you at the feeling of her monstrous size while Yelan is quick to use the opportunity to slither her long tongue inside, which has your body inducing visual stimuli.

You choke even more when you feel her grab your attire and rip it apart with her claws; you whine at the act, quite saddened as you have grown quite attached to the outfit, and as a result, Yelan mumbled a quiet "sorry" in between hungry kisses.

"Yelan... needs—more, ah, fast—faster!"

You come to regret your words a tad bit when you feel her lengthy tail slither its bulk around your thigh and an inch away from your womanhood.

"Comfortable or-"

"Please."

She doesn't question your neediness, nor does she require any more words for her to thrust some of the length inside, careful not to harm you as she deems you not suitable for many insertions yet.

You cry out her name at the intrusion, gripping her back and scarring it at that, but it doesn't matter as she moves from your lips to mark your body while getting rid of the distraction covering your frame.

Time is an unchangeable aspect of the universe, but in this moment of elation, it seems to go on for an eternity while flashing faster than one can comprehend the flicker of lightning. You're a whimpering mess as Yelan plants her imprint onto you. How long has it been, how long have you been doing it, and how long are you able to go on—these are all questions you don't know the answers to, and one that is least of your concerns at the feelings of how staggering her erotic touches are.

Satisfied enough to finish her final touches on your neck and collarbone, she moves to your chest, pressing airy kisses to each nipple before setting her lukewarm mouth to suck on one while rubbing the other.

"Mmm... mn, ah.. your highness, Yelan. So-so..g..” Your words run dry at the overstimulated sensations running their course.

“No need to say anything; just focus your pretty little mind on making those delectable sounds, and let me take care of the rest.”

"Shhh, no need to say anything; focus your pretty little mind on feeling my devotion to you and making those delectable sounds. Let me take care of you."

Out of the blue, Yelan pulled her tail out of you, causing you to let out a whiny whimper at the loss of contact, but not long after it would be replaced by a hitched breath.

You have never seen a penis before, only heard of its description and what its function to society is, but nobody has ever told you that they're almost as large as the size of your head, and two of them at that.

"Haha, don't look so excited now; it's truly a tempting invitation to my constrained self-control. My tail already has difficulty trying to enter you; to think you can fit these two little beasts of mine is beyond impossible."

You pull your lips into a dainty pout with a tilt of your head. 

“Is there no other way to pleasure one another, my liege?”

“You're so curious and such an obedient little one too; I truly struck gold when I found you.” Yelan kissed your cheek and slowly intertwined your hand, guiding it to wrap around the base of her shaft.

"For other means of pleasure, I can, of course, change the size of them, but it wouldn't be entertaining, now would it?" She teased, causing your clitoris to ache for her again. "I'm merely playing the fool, as I have stated; harming you is like a war against heaven. I'm sure this would be amusing to you; just move your hand up and down like this." Yelan demonstrated the movement on her large genitalia, and you perked up as you saw her ears turn a darker color, an indication you picked up as a sign of fluster.

"I'm curious, Your Highness; does a mortal man have two reproductive parts as well?"

You use both hands to give both of her members equal attention, and you are rewarded for this by a raspy moan as well as an even greater hardening of the twin beast.

"In rare cases, perhaps, but I am no mortal, and especially not a man."

Yelan, grab your hands and pin them above your head, leaving you helpless and useless with only your sight available to witness her shrinking her tools down to a size compatible with your body.

"And no mortal is capable of giving you the satisfaction you are entitled to, nor can any arise and satiate this overwhelming lust like you are in a position to."

She inserts both beasts in each of your holes, causing you to cry out her name in slight pain with overarching ecstasy. Her tails wrap around you, and she ushers her lips down to your neck, kissing and thrusting simultaneously to bring you to your well-deserved orgasm.

You feel a soothing coldness enveloping you like the ocean's hug, your back arching off the ground as your head throws back, seeing the deepest part of the beautiful watery abyss.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

"The Lord is who I shall cherish evermore as my beloved soulmate." You said it out loud, opting not to write it in the last line of your autobiography.

"Exquisitely written and articulated, my dearest bride."

Yelan kissed your cheek when you turned to her after you finally stopped writing, having silently watched you and touched the floral mark of her symbol tattooed on your womb, now turning your attention solely to her.

"Your ways with words never change, do they, your lordship?"

"It has become second nature to me, hailing from the deepest part of my once indestructible soul, whose only weakness is one single mortal."

In her was life, and that life was the light of all humankind.

[dynasty889]

(I have an updated, finished version of this drabble: https://www.tumblr.com/dynasty889/771873983315542016/love-in-paradise-warriorpenelope-au-updated

Working on a thingy. The Time Dive but it’s warrior!Penelope. Do I like it? Mayhaps. Anyway:

Ares’ eyes glared down into the abyss as he stood upon the edge of the hour glass. He had never anticipated to be bothered with Penelope again, but her son had the same ability of convincing people that she did. So, here he was.

Ares put his helmet on. All around him, Penelope’s memories jumped out at him. “Old friend, it’s been ten years since I last saw you,” he said softly. Even so, he remembered it vividly. Those feelings of anger, frustration, and disappointment as he watched Penelope make that mistake.

“Remember me! I am the infamous Penelope!” She stood at the entrance of Polyphemus’ cave. He had just warned her not to, but she did it anyway. He was furious.

He sighed. Ares leaned forward, lifting his arms up, and fell into Penelope’s memories. “Let’s see where you’ve been!”

Penelope held a bag in her hands. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer!” Aeolus sang. Too cheerful for it to be a good thing. Ares knew something had gone horribly wrong.

Next up: Poseidon. “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!” he shouted. Waves lunged at Penelope’s fleet. Bodies and debris littered the ocean. Ares paused momentarily to watch Penelope unleash the wind bag to escape the sea god.

“One wrong move and you’re done for! Anything I—!”

“—Song of past romance. I see the—“

“—We won’t take more suffering from you!”

“Drown in your sorrow and fears!”

The next several memories whipped by him. A witch who transformed her crew into pigs, a prophet in the underworld, the killing of sirens, and a run-in with a six-headed sea monster.

“Captain?” Ares barely recognized that voice. But he knew it was one of Penelope’s comrades. Thunder roared above the crew as Zeus’ hands lingered over Penelope and forced her to look at her crew. Ares had not been so angry in a long time. To see his father’s hands on the girl he had mentored sparked a fire inside him, one full of rage.

“I have to see him…” Penelope mumbled. Tears streamed down her face. Her face and clothes were torn and bloody. A black eye and a stab wound. The anger Ares had felt dissipated as he realized what happened.

“But we’ll die.”

“I know.”

Lightning struck the boat, and it exploded into hundreds of small fragments of wood. Again, bodies and blood covered the ocean. He couldn’t find Penelope among the wreckage.

“Penelope…” he started. Ares was almost shocked by how concerned he sounded, for her of all people. “Where did you go?” One more of Penelope’s memories gravitated towards him. Perhaps this one would tell him what had happened to her…

Penelope swam until the darkness of the night made things too hard to see. Until her legs gave out. She had managed to drag herself to the shore of an island, where she passed out. The next day, Penelope awoke to the sounds of gulls crying and the waves breaking on the shore. The light of the sun was nearly blinding. Every muscle in her body ached.

A stifled, low chuckle echoed in her ears. Blinking, she looked up and saw a man sitting beside her. “Morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been resting for quite a while, haven’t you?” he teased. His voice was deep, but despite that and his gruff appearance, it carried a humorous air. It was one Penelope did not like at all.

The man laughed again. Penelope’ confusion was adorably amusing to him and he decided he would savor it as long as he could. “You know, I swore that you were dead when I found you on the beach this morning,” he mused. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though, who’s Odysseus?”

Odysseus. That name, like sweet honey, lingered in her ears. It was like medicine to soothe her aching head. Though she was still groggy and dazed, her senses were slowly coming to her. “He’s my husband…” she murmured. It was at that same moment she realized how close the man was to her and that his hand was gently resting on her thigh.

He blinked, like he was confused. Penelope, equally confused, stared back. They exchanged stares in awkward silence before the man spoke again. He pulled Penelope up to her feet and dragged her behind him. “Anyways, I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love in paradise.” His hands trailed down her body and he brought her close to him, like an embrace. “Soon, you will join me in bed and we’ll spend our time.”

[afsaana-e-ishq]

Heavenly Saviour

Prince!Ghost x Female Knight!reader

A reverse Knight Au where the reader is a female knight and Ghost gets to be the pretty prince who gets rescued by her.

Masterlist

Warnings: MDNI, gore, blood, torture, trauma, love at first sight, pining if you squint.

The dungeon was cold, dark and decrepit. The smell of mold and iron was suffocating Simon to no end. But he had no other choice but to breath in the rancid air. Thankfully the darkness shrouded his mangeled body. Hiding it from his own view for the time being. Regardless, the mutilated images persisted in his mind.

Simon heaved in the air that was collapsing in his lungs. They had left him hung and from his ribs, red crimson liquid pooling at his feet. The hook so meanly embedded into his tender flesh, he was no better than a pig hung after slaughter.

His captors weren’t kind enough to put him out of his misery. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was his father who had sold him to these people for some cheap entertainment.

Simon lets out a bloody cough while his mind races with the events that had landed him here. The kingdom was on the brink of collapse, The King, his father. The fucker more appropriately was probably hoarding as much of the nations wealth as he could right now. Nor him or his brother could do anything to curb these horrible serieres of events. They couldn't even protect their own mother.

He vowed if he got out of here alive he’d do anything in his power to save his people and his family from demise.

Low grunts escape from Simons mangled mouth. His muscles screamed from being pulled and stretched unnaturally. His vision blurry from the pain and stray tears. His pale body scarred beyond recognition was growing colder by the second. Red hot slashes decorated his supple flesh. But they did little to retain the heat. His breathing becoming laboured as he whispers his mother’s name thinking the end was nearing.

Head spinning, he looks to the ceiling. Dust dances down in sprinkles from the stomping up above. In his delirium, he hears distant screams followed by shouting. Is hellfire raining down? Heavy footsteps by the dozen clambered down like thunder over his head. Their boasterous movement rung out through the manor, vibrating down to the dungeon.

Had salvation finally come?

If he could he would have screamed and shouted until his vocal chords tore if it meant that someone would save him from this cold dark place. But he was fatigued and barely able to keep his head up. And for some reason the foot steps had died down and the screams felt like a distant echo now.

After a prolonged strech of silence, tears stain the eyes of the poor prince again. Were they gone? Had they left without him? If this truly was a hallucination he wishes to see his mother caressing his cheek before he passes. If he truly wasn’t forsaken, God would grant him this small favour before his dying breath.

Maybe it was all in his head after all. It was hard to tell if anything was real anymore. Maybe he was already dead and this was his purgatory.

His vision was stained crimson. All he could see was the congealed blood at his feet. The same blood that painted his skin an awful shade of red.

He heard heavy footsteps again but this time they were descending the dungeon stairs. A sound he would often dread.

When the crash finally comes, the door comes toppling down with a thud, he metal hinges clacking on the stone floor. Simons head wips up desperately as he forces his eyes to look at the broken entrance to the cellar, trying his best to figure out if it was a friend or foe.

There you stood, in all your glory. The candlelight coming from the lit staircase bounced off your armour, creating a celestial glow around you. The tears in his eyes caused the light to distort, making it look like the heavens had blessed his knight with golden wings.

He watched you walk towards him with confident steps. Your resolve, unwavering. Yet your expression was ghastly. Despite this, you soldier on with a bloody sword clutched in your hand.

Simon couldn’t quite make out your features; he was too delirious at this point from the blood loss. But you look like an angel to him; here to enact divine justice. Everything felt fuzzy and shapeless the closer you got. Like he was floating away. Like he was allowing himself to move from purgatory to heaven. All that was left was for his knight to take him there.

But that changed the second you touched his mutilated skin. You brought him crashing down to reality. Much like Icarus plummeting to his demise, the only difference was that you were here to catch him. Every nerve ending sprung alive to throw Simon back into the cycle of his never-ending pain. Your words are soft and soothing, a jarring contrast to the blood staining your face.

He wished he could make out more of your features properly. Wished he could burn your image into his mind forever. But fresh tears obstructed his view. Mangeled cries spill from his cut lips while you pry away the hook that’s lodged deeply between his ribs.

You lower his body to the ground as you tell him you’ve got him now. That you’ll take care of everything from here. He shows you a smile so kind and sweet you wondered how anyone had the heart to harm him. Though It didn’t matter anymore, they were all dead now. Laying in pools of their own blood where you had sliced them down like the animals they were. Rather, you would have treated animals with more respect that you had shown them. You watch the prince go in and out of consciousness as you tie rags to his most open wounds.

“Captain! King Price has sent word! The castle has been captured!" You glance back briefly before nodding for him to continue.

"All occupants were killed before the arrival of our army. Reports say the previous King went on a murder rampage before fleeing with a small entourage. Prince Simon wasn’t found among the dead bodies!”

"Understood", you refocus your energy on tending to the prince laying in your arms, making sure to use your body to hide his mutilated body. You take the handkerchief off on your arm as you go to tie it around the Simons face, making sure not to obstruct his ragged breathing in any way.

“Go now tell the King all noble houses have been dealt with…Prince Simon wasn’t found among any of the bodies”, the soldier leaves immediately at your words as you lift the Prince’s body in your arms. Ready to carry him to safety. You’ll report the truth to the King later. But there was no way you’d let your poor prince suffer any more humiliation than he had already experienced.

His brother and mother didn’t deserve to die the way they did. You couldn't protect them or the prince in time. But you'll dedicate your life to like trying to atone for your shortcomings.

You look down at your Prince, recalling the gentle smile he gave you before slipping into unconsciousness. His smile never changed, not even after all the torment he faced. Not even after trying to carve it out of him; no bruise or scar could ever take away from his radiance. Nit to your anyway.

This will be a new era for him. One in which you plan to be his sword. To be his shield, to be his…just his. He could use you however he sees fit. You will stand by him regardless; come hell or high water.

Copyright © by @afsaan-e-ishq. 2025. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation, or to use with AI technologies.

[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (10)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, banter, mentions of past physical abuse, very implied mention of oral (male rec)

Catch up here: Indifferent (9)

Indifferent Masterlist

“Excellent,” Steve exclaims before his friend gets the chance to say something, making you leave. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

“We shouldn’t stay here.” You turn toward Winnifred to hug her tightly. “Winni, I’m so glad to see you again. I would’ve missed you dearly. I must go now to make sure my father keeps you out of his game.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky curses and grunts. He read all the messages you sent to him. “He wanted to sell you off to some other guy. You’re my wife!” He angrily clenches his jaw, eyes darkened blue orbs when he looks at you for confirmation. “That guy taking you away from me is working for him?”

“I believed he came to help me get away from—” You look away, shoulders sagging. “Simply everything, I guess. You. This life. All I wanted was a fresh start, but my father won’t allow it.”

“What if I help you free yourself from your father?” Bucky cockily asks as he steps closer to you and his mother. “What will I get out of it?” His eyes drop to your ass, causing him to lick his lips. “You know what I want.”

You roll your eyes at his behavior. “You’re a pig, Barnes.” You snap at him.

“I want a pretty housewife accompanying me to events. I want her to be a good girl in public, even though we know she’s a bitch.” Bucky laughs when you slap him across the face. “Ouch, that almost hurt, doll.”

“JAMIE!” Winnifred warns. “One more bad word, and I’ll get the soap to wash out your mouth with it. You’ll not disrespect your wife.”

Steve shakes his head. For days, Bucky tried anything to find you. His friend almost lost his mind, and now, he acts as if he didn’t drink himself to sleep.

“Buck, we should come up with a good plan to bring her father down. For now, we need to bring Y/N home and keep her safe. Syverson will, without a doubt, report back to her father and tell him that she ran again.”

“Stevie Rogers, ever the mastermind,” Bucky snickers, but his features harden remembering one night at your father’s house.

You were younger, barely sixteen, and your father was very angry with you and slapped your face. Bucky didn’t like it, but he held no power then. He was young and restless, but he never forgot that you didn’t flinch when your father slapped you. It told him that this wasn’t the first time he had hurt you.

“He won’t get the chance to hurt my wife,” Bucky states as if you are the most precious thing to him. He slings one arm around your shoulders to keep you close to his body. “Do not fret, doll; your strong husband will protect you.”

You elbow him. Bucky snickers. “You’re still an asshole.”

“You’re still a bi—” He bites his tongue. The last thing Bucky wants is for you to watch his mother slap his ass. “Let’s agree on going back home. Now. No more wasting time on chit-chat. Tomorrow, we need to come up with a better plan than running away when we are unhappy…”

The whole ride back to the mansion was excruciatingly awkward—the air filled with tension and unspoken words. Neither of you spoke until you arrived home.

Home—no. Just another prison. A golden cage to keep you from spreading your wings and leaving the world you were born into.

“You’ll move back into our bedroom. I fired everyone helping you escape.” Bucky smirks darkly. “Aww, did you really think I wouldn’t find out some of my employees helped you?”

“Why would you do this?” You sniff. “I only asked them to look the other way. Syverson was the one helping me escape, not them.”

“They didn’t come to me,” Bucky growls and grabs your hand. “You just threw your rings at me.”

“I didn’t!” You protest. “I left them behind.”

“Metaphorically, you threw them in my face!” He argues. “Stop arguing with me, doll! I will only make your punishment harder.” Bucky grins because you don’t give a shit about his antics.

“Do you want me to knee you in the groin again?” You threaten and take one step toward your husband. “Do you?” You chuckle lightly. “I bet you enjoyed it. It was, after all, the only time I touched your dick.”

“Baby, if you knee my dick one more time, I’ll bend you over my desk and spank your ass until you can’t sit for a month,” Bucky hisses at you. “You’ll be gentle with little Bucky from now on.”

Snorting, you glance at his crotch. “So, you finally admit that he’s little? A tiny wiener?”

“Woman!” He exhales sharply, closing his eyes and counting to ten. His mother warned him, and he doesn’t want her to breathe down his neck too. “The maid put your belongings back where they belong. Now it’s your turn to return to my side.”

“In your dreams,” you snap at him. “This is an alliance, not a marriage. I came back because you’re the only asshole I know with enough power to bring down my father.”

“Asshole?” He puts his hands on his hips and cocks his head. “I think you should rethink your attitude around your devoted husband.”

“Devoted?” You huff.

“Yes, devoted!” He yells now. “I was worried sick. Everyone watched me chase around town to find my wife! How dare you run away!”

“How dare you be an insensitive asshole and threaten Thor, who didn’t do anything wrong?” You bite back, hissing your husband’s name. “I’m going to bed!”

You try to walk to your wing of the mansion, but end up in front of a locked door. “What the fuck!”

“I exchanged the locks and locked it,” Bucky snickers from behind you. “Now, my beloved wife, you’ll return to our bedroom and sleep. Tomorrow is an exciting day. We will plan your father’s downfall.”

“Bastard,” you grunt while twirling around. “You better keep your hands to yourself. If your little Bucky gets anywhere near me, I’ll cut it off.”

“I hid all the knives,” Bucky is quick to reply.

“Well then, I’ll bite it off.” You look over your shoulder and smirk at Bucky. “I swallowed bigger ones, trust me…”

Part 11

[written-in-flowers]

Stuck in Between: Binchan x Male!Reader

Pairing: Chan x Changbin x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Chan x Male!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, slight angst and fluff | AU: ninth member au, idol!verse

Summary: As a birthday present, Chan and Changbin decide to fulfill a long-time fantasy of yours.

Tags: slight cnc? (it's not too rough, mostly reader pretending to resist), cutting off clothes, cock teasing, polyamorous, polycule, threesome (MMM), oral sex, rough oral sex, throat fucking, face fucking, sloppy kisses/oral, sex toys, slapping, overstimulation, slight edging, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, pig), spanking, dick spanking, dick slapping, anal sex, cum eating, cum swallowing, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, check-ins, consent verification, creampie, aftercare.

Taglist: @james-is-here @belladonna6-6-6 @oreoqueen

Previously on Newbie: Birthday Series

Next on Newbie: Birthday Series

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‘You can always back out of this. Changbin and I won’t be mad if you change your mind.’

You reread Chan’s message while sitting in traffic. He’d spent the morning pestering you about birthday ideas. You repeatedly told him that it was fine. You didn't need anything special for it. But, when he kept insisting, you caved. 

‘I told you I wanted to do it,’ you replied back. 

Butterflies swarmed your stomach simply thinking about what waited for you upstairs. It came to you after a night with Chan. He used your laptop to pull up a file he thought he saved on his phone when he found the tab open. A porn video remained frozen at the halfway mark, the image of a young man bent over the back of a couch getting his attention. A threesome, the two tops took turns using the bottom for their pleasure. The vulgar words, harshness and name calling made you harder than anything before. The thought of being used by two ruthless tops was a fantasy of yours, and Chan found out. He'd teased you about it ever since. When you suggested a similar situation with just him and Changbin, he agreed right away. 

Your heart leaped when a message came through, but immediately died when you saw the sender. Your dad. 

‘Hey kid, sorry again that we couldn't meet up. I forgot about my daughter's recital fell on the same day-’

You stopped reading. Another event of yours overshadowed by his new kids. You didn't hate your half-siblings. They're just kids. It was your father who constantly smashed your heart. He always chose them. He could have invited you along to see her. You heard she’s a good dancer, and saw a few videos on her mother’s Instagram. You wouldn't have minded giving the spotlight over to her. It would have been nice to see your dad after such a long time, but clearly, he doesn't feel the same. 

‘It can get intense and long,” Chan's next message read. ‘I don't want to end up hurting you.’

‘I said I'd be fine. I'm coming up.’

You shook off your dad and headed up to their dorm. Han was with Minho, so Changbin and Chan were alone. Already a plethora of ideas came while you waited in the elevator. The pair of muscular men finally getting their hands on you had you nearly power walking over. How could you care about your dad when they were waiting upstairs? When you punched in the keycode, it was with a shaky hand. 

Their dorm empty, you stepped inside and stared around for them. Then, they came out of the nearby kitchen. 

“There he is,” Chan’s voice sounded smug, his lips curled into a grin as he checked you out. “And wearing those slutty shorts of his too.” 

“Are you really that surprised, hyung?” asked Changbin, who came around the corner, almost predatorily. “He always dresses like that.”

Your blood simmered in your veins. The urge to flee came over you watching the shirtless pair slowly walk over to you. Yet, you stayed firmly in place with your knees shaking. Your eyes kept scanning down their toned bodies; they’d obviously done a small workout to make them more noticeable than usual. This thought alone made you gulp down the lump in your throat. The lump tightened in your chest instead, and you took subtle breaths to open it back up. They could do anything they wanted to you. That brought on a slew of scenarios that made your blood pump faster. 

“He’s always wearing those loose shorts that hitch around the middle of his thighs,” Changbin said, circling you like a shark. His eyes continued scanning your body, “And those tight shirts that show off his body. He’s practically asking for a dick in him.”

“You think we don’t notice, huh?” Chan sneered, stopping a foot from you. “I know I do. I see how you bend over a lot when you’re stretching. You love showing off and teasing us all the time. I know you like topping the others, but…you love getting fucked more.”

“Hy-hyung,” you said shakily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The pair chuckled. Changbin stopped next to Chan, and you felt your body burn under their joined gaze. “Can you believe this guy?” Changbin said to Chan, “He always pretends he’s so innocent when really he’s a slut. Isn’t that right, YN-yah? Are you a slut?”

“N-No,” you stammered. “I thin-think I’m just going to, um, go.”

“Go? But you just got here,” said Chan. “We haven’t gotten what we wanted out of you yet.” 

“What do you want?” Hot blood started filling your cock bit by bit, the images in your head making it more. You took tentative steps back as they drew closer. 

“I think you already know,” Chan smiled. “That's why you’re wearing those little shorts.” He tugged on the front of his pants, staring down your chest, “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”

As you’d told him beforehand, you bolted. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” Changbin grabbed you right when you reached the door. Locking your arms tightly behind your back, he turned your back into the dorm. “You’re staying right here with us.” 

“Come on, you guys,” you whined, weakly struggling against him. “This isn’t funny.”

“Nobody’s laughing,” said Chan. You noticed a pair of scissors in his hand, and you withheld a moan. “You want cock? You’re going to get more than you can handle.”

“Guys, come on,” you said again as he took the hem of your shirt. “No, no, hyung, come on!” you groaned when he started cutting it up the middle, “This is my favorite shirt.”

“It’s your sluttiest shirt,” said Changbin, “That’s Why it’s your favorite.”

“His nipples are already hard,” said Chan, tugging on one.

“Hyung, let me go,” you said, trying to slide out of Changbin’s grip.

“And these,” Chan moved down to your shorts, a bit snug but not too much. Hooking a finger around the waist band, he gave it a light snap. “I don’t think you’re going to be needing them anymore.”

“No, no,” you twisted your body as he grabbed them, “Guys, this is s embarrassing. Stop.”

“It’s embarrassing now but not when you’re flaunting your bulge in front of us?” he said, crouching to yank off your shorts. The both of them groaned once they had you stripped to your boxers. “See? Look at it,” he cupped your growing bulge gently, giving a light squeeze, “It’s barely hard and look how big it is.”

“He’s as big as us,” said Changbin. “No wonder the bottoms love being topped by him.”

“Because he’s a slut just like them,” Chan grabbed your chin so you looked at him, “A dirty slut. He didn’t even resist on comeback night. He let Felix and Hyunjin do whatever they wanted while I watched,” he traced the curve of your chin and touched your bottom lip, “We could have run a train on him and he would’ve loved every second of it.”

“I’d kill to see that,” Changbin said in your ear. “But, you’re going to have to settle with us for now.”

“Guys, don’t,” you said, less firmly as you tried moving away from Chan’s groping hand. “Just let me go and we can forget this happened.”

“But, we don’t want you to forget,” he said with a pout. “We want you to have every second ingrained in your dumb little head.”

He put the scissors to your boxers and began cutting a bit at a time. Your breath grew heavier as he moved past your cock. Making a perfect slit, he didn’t withdraw right away. His fingers danced along the hardening shaft to the tip and back down. He started running his hands up and down your torso, occasionally brushing over your nipples while he planted kisses on you. His hands and lips ignited the fires burning in your loins. Changbin started kissing up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. You felt his bulge pressing right in the middle, almost poking through your boxers.

Chan asked you multiple times if you were okay with this; he said he’d never do anything you weren’t a hundred-percent certain about. You told him it’s what you’d wanted, and you trusted them completely. Yes, it might be a bit last minute but when he asked what you wanted for your birthday for the millionth time, this came to mind. 

“Somebody’s not struggling so much anymore,” Changbin said, giving the curve of your neck a soft bite. “I think he’s starting to love this.”

“No-No,” you managed to say as Chan kissed down your stomach, “Am not.”

“Your dick’s telling me another story,” he said. He then groaned when Chan kissed the very top of your dick. You twitched at this delicate touch, biting back a moan.

“Hyung, come on, please,” you whined when he placed another kiss on them whilst running fingers along it. You’re already sticking straight out, cock pushing into the torn fabric of your boxers to his mouth.

“Did you say ‘hyung, come on me, please’?” Chan joked, rubbing you through the thin shorts.

“I didn’t say that!”

“I think you did,” he laughed. “Didn’t you hear him say that, Changbin?”

“I heard him loud and clear.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Get on your fucking knees,” he said, releasing his hold on you, “And we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He shoved you onto the floor, and you tried moving away before he grabbed the back of your head. Your heart thumped hard in your chest when you saw them pulling down the front of their pants and boxers. Their dicks semi-hard, you drooled over the thought of them each in your mouth. You hand a hand on each of them, trying to pull away as they start tapping their lengths on your face. 

“Open up, bitch,” said Chan, slapping himself on your mouth.

“No,” you shook your head to avoid them, but they each kept a firm grip on your head.

“Open that whore mouth,” he said more firmly. “Now.”

It took him pinching your nose closed to make you give into it. His engorged cock pulsed on your tongue when he slid inside, pushing all the way to your throat as he did so. Changbin forced one of your hands around his girth, guiding it and squeezing it how he wanted. Chan kept your nostrils together as he filled your mouth. The smooth skin broken by throbbing veins passed through your lips, over your tongue and to your uvula in measured strokes.

“Suck it,” he smacked your cheek, “Don’t act like you’ve never sucked cock before. Come on."

You shook your head, pleading with him but this earned you another hit. He shoved himself right to the base, moaning while you gagged and sputtered around him. If you wouldn’t suck him, then your throat would have to do the job. His head penetrating it each time, it was like getting food that wouldn’t go down. You whimper and whine, feebly pushing on them even though your cock raged between your thighs. God, you loved this. You told Chan you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was one of your favorite things to do in bed. It gives you a chance to turn your brain off and give full control to another person.

“My turn,” groaned Changbin when Chan pulled out. Strings of drool fell down your chin, only making his entry that much easier.

Slightly thicker, it was hard to get down into your throat. Thankfully, Chan warmed you up enough for him. Your hand wrapped around Chan now, you let out a sob as he used your hand like a toy. You pushed him away when it got to be too much, coughing up precum on the floor.

“Oh come on,” Changbin laughed, “Fucking wimp. You can take it.” He grabbed your hair again, slapping your face with his wet cock, “Choking on precum like some kind of amateur. I’ve seen you swallow dick tons of times.”

“Hyung, please,” you said, giving a fake sob.

“Looks like he needs a bit more practice,” said Chan. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.”

He forced your head to his pubic bone, mouth stuffed deep in your mouth. You smacked his thigh and struggled against him, though your dick throbbed for his touch. His strong grip did not let up as he started thrusting. He did this a few times before Changbin took over again. Tears burned the corners of your eyes as you breathed through your nose, but even this didn’t always help. Both men took turns in your mouth, sometimes pulling out to slap you with them. You shifted in place when they ordered you to stick out your tongue. They laughed as they each smacked the heads of their cocks on it.

“You wanted us to cum on you,” said Chan when you spat mixtures of spit and precum frm your mouth, “That’s what we’re going to do.”

“No,” you said weakly.

“Stop being a bitch,” grunted Changbin, yanking your head back and shoving his tip in your mouth roughly. “Be a good whore and take it.”

You wept as they continued, but finally they stopped. “Let’s get him to the room,” said Chan, “I want a piece of that ass.”

“No, no, hyung!” you cried as he easily lifted you off the ground by your underarms.

Changbin lifted you by the legs, and they both walked to Chan’s bedroom. You scrambled away from them once on the soft mattress, but Chan caught your ankle and dragged you back to him. For a brief moment, softness filled his eyes and he cupped your cheek.

“Time out,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, sniffling.

“You sure? We’re not being too rough? Not too mean?”

“No,” you shook your head. 

“Are you sure, YNie?” asked Changbin, coming to the opposite side of the bed. “We won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“No, please don’t stop. Not now,” you said with a plea in your voice.

“Okay then.”

“Time in.” Chan grabbed both your ankles and flipped you onto your front. “Spread out,” he said, pushing your thighs apart, “Ass in the air.” He roughly grabbed both cheeks, rolling them while you mewled. “Fuck, you have such a nice ass,” he groaned, and you heard him spit. The mere trickle of his saliva over your hole made you shudder. “Not to mention, very tight…” 

Your fingers curled into the edge of the bed when he slipped the tip of his cock inside. The slight burn of the stretch stiffened your body, and you cried out. 

“Oh come on,” he slapped your ass harshly, “You can handle big ones.” He held onto your hips as he charged forward. “You take mine all the time.”

“Hy-hyung,” you wept, unable to handle the sensations overcoming you. 

“Shut him up, Binnie-yah,” said Chan. “Put your dick in his mouth and shut him up.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

Changbin took this moment to slide his dick on your tongue. More salty precum spilled into your mouth, joining the drool pooled there. He kept a hold on your hair again, fingers against your scalp, and resumed his quick pace from before. His stream of low moans joined Chan's breathy ones, their cocks pumping in unison at either end. Your mind swam from the pleasure, your body slowly moving closer to your peak. Chan's cock pushed deeply, hitting the right spot deep in you. 

“I think he's loving this,” Changbin teased, fully sheathed in your throat. “Look how much he's drooling,” he cackled when he withdrew, watching you cough and gasp. 

“Hyun-Hyung, please…” you pleaded in a whiny voice. 

“Shut up and take it, bitch,” grunted Chan, who slapped your ass harshly. “I'm gonna get my fucking fill of you, and I'm only just starting.”

“Let me get a little piece of that,” huffed Changbin, who made short strokes in your throat. 

The pair switched places, and your body started quivering. It felt far too good; much better than you imagined. They continued their lewd taunting, keeping the same roughness throughout. On your back was when things elevated. Changbin holding your ankles apart, balls slapping against your ass in every thrust, it was Chan who moved away to his dresser drawer. Too enthralled by your pleasure, you didn’t notice him rifling around in it nearby. You whimpered when you saw him coming back with a small massager and bottle of lube. 

“He’s going to love that,” Changbin grinned, stopping with himself deep inside you. “He turns into such a bitch when a toy gets pulled out.”

“Sluts love toys,” said Chan, who drizzled lube all over your raging boner. You flinched when he began stroking it, unable to handle the pressure he applied in each move. “I can’t tell you how many times I put a toy in him before we go out…I get to watch him squirm around and try not to let his boner show.” He slid the massager around the head, the toy clinging to the sticky, sensitive skin. This alone had you quivering. 

“I’ve noticed,” he said, fingertip circling the very tip revealed by the sleeve. “It gets him super hard.” He slapped your cock so it sprung back, and the pair chuckled. “Fuck, this dick is hard. Look at it.” 

The small spikes of pain made you jolt. The pair smacked and pushed your dick around, laughing as they slapped it back and forth at one another. This was pushed further when Chan finally turned on the massager. You couldn’t help it. Your body caved in once your orgasm hit you. Both men cooed when strings of cum shot out like a fountain, the droplets falling back onto you and spilling everywhere. You moaned when Chan swiped up some of it, then shoved cum covered fingers in your mouth. You tried shaking your head away, though you almost came again from it. 

“Eat it,” he said, scooping up more to put in. “What? All of a sudden you don’t like cum?”

“No, hyung, no,” you said, pretending to sob. 

“Shut up and swallow, bitch,” Changbin grunted, also wiping up thick droplets. 

You licked up your own cum from their fingers, allowing them to smear it on your lips and chin. They laughed, “Fucking little pig,” Chan said, forcing his fingers in your throat. “Little pig that likes eating his own cum.”

“He’s gonna get some more soon,” Changbin said, pumping deep into you. 

Normally, Chan gave you a break after the first orgasm, but not this time. The toy kept vibrating, sparking the overstimulation that Changbin added to with hard, quick thrusts. 

“Hyung,” you cried once more, “Please, stop. It’s so sensitive!”

“Good,” he said, eyes closing as his own climax approached. “I love overstimulating you. You get so whiny.”

“But it hurts,” you sniffled. 

“Okay, and?” Chan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, “Do we look like we care?” He smacked your cheek, “Hm? Do we?”

“N-No,” you said. 

“No, we don’t.” He pushed his cock to your lips, “Open that mouth again.”

They used your body as they wished, and you loved it. You relished in how they abused you. Chan shut off the massager and hung you over the edge of the bed. Pile driving into your ass, your body was curled enough for you to see him inside you. Your legs spread out, your cock leaking over your stomach, you couldn’t do anything but watch. His thick shaft stretched you far, creating a gap in your ass when he withdrew to tap on it. The angle let him drive right to your g-spot again, bringing back the urge.. Changbin stood nearby, stroking himself quickly and watching with lustful eyes. You loved how their cocks looked in your ass. Your mouth hung open, wishing he’d kneel down to fill your mouth, but he only waited until Chan finished to have his turn. 

“Ride me,” he said, pulling you onto his lap and pushing back in your ass. “Come on, bitch. Ride my cock.”

A few slaps of your ass had you weakly bouncing up and down. ‘Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he huffed, sounding annoyed. “You only came one time.”

“You can do better than that,” Chan said, spanking your ass. “Faster,” he slapped you again, “Fuck him faster.” 

“I-I can’t,” you panted. 

“Yeah, you can. Little bitches like you are built for fucking. Do it.” 

You held onto Changbin’s shoulders and went faster, making your moans sound like sobs. “Hyung, this hurts,” you cried out, knowing how much they like it. 

“Oh you can take it,” Changbin groaned, starting to shudder. “You-You fuck like a champ.” 

Feeling him start pushing upwards, you balanced yourself on his chest and went faster. You swore he went all up into your guts. 

“Yeah, there you go,” Chan smirked, spanking your ass. “Make him cum. That’s gonna be your birthday present: All of our cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Changbin’s head lolled back, and his eyes fell shut. His grip on your hips tightened, and he guided you along him. “Fuck me just like that.” 

His climax hit him hard. You watched his pecs and abdomen tense, neck veins even popping from the sweet release. You nearly came when he spilled inside you. It was then that the massager turned on again. Your pathetic whines joined Changbin’s final moans, the vibrating toy sending shocks through your erection. 

It didn’t take long for Chan to have you on top of him next. Your body, sore and burning from all the positions, managed to keep up with the same energy now. The need for a second release drove out all sense and sensation for you. Only the pulsating pleasure within you kept you going. 

“He’s so fucked out already,” sneered Changbin, who teased you with the massager. “He’s not going to remember his own name when we’re finished.” He started placing kisses along your neck, going down to your nipple. “Don’t think we’re stopping now. I know I’m not.” 

“We’re going to fuck you st-stupid,” said Chan, trembling and gripping you hard. “Fucking stupid slut. Nothing but a hole….a filthy fucking set of holes for our cocks to use…” he grunted as he moved faster. 

“A stupid, pretty slut,” Changbin groaned, flicking your nipple. 

Chan finally came in several deep thrusts. His warmth joining Changbin’s, you hurriedly rode him for more. The position coupled with the massager made you cum once again. This time it leaked, not as strong as the first time. Both men groaned watching you; Changbin leaned down to capture a few drops on his tongue. You then watched him and Chan kissed, cum and saliva making it sloppy. 

“He tastes so good, hyung,” said Changbin in between kisses. 

“Very,” Chan huffed, catching his breath for a moment. “We should get more,” he made a few pointed thrusts. “I know he’s got more in there, and I have plenty to give him.”

“Me too.”

They tossed you onto your back, and Changbin removed the massager. He immediately started sucking on you, hand around the base as he started. The pleasure never seemed to end. Chan’s mouth on your nipples, Changbin’s mouth on your cock, you couldn’t get enough of it. 

They made you cum two more times after that. They did everything they possibly could to torture your overly sensitive dick and worn out ass. Even when your body yearned for a break, you couldn’t stop yourself. You never felt this before with a partner. The need for their touch overcame any sort of logic you’d normally have. The addictive feeling of mind blowing orgasms became a new drug. It was even better when they forced you to swallow their own loads. 

“He’s not even struggling anymore,” Chan laughed, stroking himself over your face. “He’s fucking loving this.”

“Fucking pig,” Changbin sneered, “Swallow it. Swallow all of it.” 

You made more pathetic sobbing sounds as they filled your open mouth. As you wanted, you gulped down the strings and streams falling to your throat. Their combined salty and sweet taste became addicting. Changbin held your mouth closed as if forcing you to swallow. When the session finally finished, the pair wiped you down with cool hand towels despite their own exhaustion. You frowned at their weary eyes and the slow way they cleaned you. 

“Just come in bed with me,” you said weakly, pulling them onto the bed. “I want to snuggle with you.” 

The three of you laid in a dog pile on his bed. Exhaustion finally settled, and you felt lightheaded. Chan on his back, you laid your head on his chest while Changbin spooned you from behind. Having their slick, naked flesh against yours became such a normal thing for you. You enjoyed their warmth and touch on you. 

“Such a good boy,” Chan muttered. “Was it okay? Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

“I’m impressed,” said Changbin, who kissed your shoulder from behind. “I didn’t think you’d last so long. You sure you’re okay? You’re not too banged up anywhere? We got pretty overzealous at the end.”

“Yeah, when you nearly slammed him into the headboard,” Chan giggled. 

“I’m okay, hyung,” you assured him, sleepiness doing its best to catch you. “I swear. Best birthday present ever.” 

“We have ice packs ready for you. You’re going to need them.”

“An ice bath would be better,” Changbin groaned, snuggling you. “I’m going to be so fucking sore,” he giggled. “I can feel it already.”

“Me too,” Chan groaned, stretching and immediately regretting it. “We’ll do it later. I can’t move right now.”

“Neither…can I,” you yawned. “Thank god there’s…there’s no practice…t-tomorrow.”

“Right?” Changbin nuzzled your neck. “Just sleep, baby. We’ll be here when you get up.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

The safety and comfort helped you drift off to sleep. 

****

As expected, your body turned stiff as a board when you woke up. Chan and Changbin on either side of you, you heard Chan’s soft snores and Changbin’s breath on your neck. Their shared comfort kept you nestled in the space between them. You listened to Chan on his chest, and idly trailed your fingers on Changbin’s arm. You had no desire to leave the bed even if your sweaty, sticky body needed a shower. 

“Hey,” Changbin whispered. He’d clearly been awake longer than you’d thought. 

“Hey,” you breathed, trying to stretch without bumping into either man. 

“I’m dead,” he chuckled. “I’m totally dead and it’s Chan-hyung’s fault.”

“Or mine, since it was my birthday present. It’s not like you hated it.”

“Far from hating it,” he assured you. He kissed your neck, “I loved it way more than I thought I would. I rarely cum like that, except with Hyunjin.” 

“Glad I could get you there.”

The two of you basked in each other’s embrace, then Changbin asked, “What about your parents? I thought you’d go and see them today.”

“My mom’s in Paris and my dad doesn’t give a fuck,” you said, fatigue pulling down your filter. “He’s too busy with his other family to care about what’s going on with me. I rarely hear from him. My mom’s great though. She sent me a birthday present and said we’d meet up when she came back.”

“Daddy issues,” he snorted. “It explains a lot.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, nudging him. 

“Well, you know you have us,” he said when the laughter died out. “We’ll always be here if you need us for anything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Chan woke up, groaning in a small stretch. His eyes stayed closed, but he brought your hand up to his chest. “It’s what family does for each other.”

“Fuck eachother senseless?”

“No, idiot,” he laughed. “Be there for one another. You know I’ll always look after you even when you don’t ask.”

“You do the same for us,” Changbin added. 

“Of course.”

You managed to kiss both of them before trying to sit up. Dinner sounded better than it did before. After years of bouncing from group to group, never staying anywhere long enough or being welcomed, it felt good having this. Stray Kids made you feel so welcomed even on that first day. Yes, the sexual compatibility and appetite was unbelievable and only dreamed of, but that was only a small fraction. As Chan and Changbin managed to roll off the bed, you forced yourself to follow them into the bathroom. 

You picked up your shorts from the living room floor, and grabbed your phone. A message from your dad surprised you. As Chan ordered dinner, and Changbin flopped onto the couch, you opened the message. 

‘We can meet up before Kitae’s game tomorrow and discuss the merger then. He hates it when I miss games.’ It wasn’t for you. A small pit of resentment blotted your heart. 

You stared at the men before you. The members always went to any event you were participating in. After releasing your own mixtape, they’d celebrated its release with you. Han, Minho, and Chan visited the set of your solo music videos, giving you the encouragement you needed. Hyunjin and Felix supported you when you did your first runway walk for Dior a few months ago. Your father always had some sort of excuse as to why he couldn’t attend important events. Then when he did, he was on his phone or not fully paying attention. 

You didn’t need him, you decided as you tucked your phone away. 

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A/N: what a lucky boy! I wrote this like a stand alone so you guys can decide if Newbie only fucks once or goes crazy and does it with everyone in one day lmao I hope you guys liked this one! Minsung babes are next!

[syndrossi]

Hello! I feel like I’ve been away for so long. I just got a big project, and it’s been so busy that I barely have time to chat with anyone. I’m still busy, but I miss everyone, so I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I hope you’re doing well!

Also, I have a little request—could you write me a short piece about Maegor’s son or Aemon’s son? Lol. Thank you so much! ❤️

I know the busy/big project struggle. Fingers crossed you're not stuck in that hell for too long!

Here's a little Maegor's sons AU (which I have officially named the Regicide AU).

x~x~x

“I shall have him rent limb from limb and tossed to the pigs!”

Maegor’s spells of fury were a near nightly occurrence, and Rhaena’s fear for her own safety had subsided over time as it became clear that he saw her, in some twisted manner, as a confidant. Perhaps he even believed that she must love him, as his wife. It should not surprise her; his previous queens had doubtless simpered and expressed their own undying adoration to swell his ego.

His threats tonight were particularly heated, and she guessed that Lord Butterwell had struck a nerve. Briefly, she considered sending for the boys—the one surefire way she knew to calm his ire—but she had no great love for her husband’s master of coin and she was curious.

“What precisely did Lord Butterwell do?”

“He dared suggest that my succession was unstable.” Maegor’s face took on an even redder hue in his fury. “My succession! I have two sons destined for greatness, and doubtless more to come, and he questions the realm’s stability!”

“Perhaps he merely seeks to understand what the succession is,” Rhaena said, unable to help her bitterness.

Maegor, who had been pacing, arms barred behind his back, halted in place to fix her with a heavy scowl. “Do you mean to be obtuse?”

“It is a fair question,” she said, refusing to balk at his clear displeasure. “My brother Aegon was my father’s heir, and yet you proclaimed yourself king over him. Should Aerion fall while still in his prime, who succeeds him? Rhaegar, or Aerion’s sons?”

“Your father was a kind man,” Maegor said, seeking perhaps to be generous, “and a weak king. His sons would have fared the realm no better.”

“We shall never know,” Rhaena said, folding her hands in her lap to dissuade the sudden fantasy that rose in her to drive a sewing needle through his eyes. “You intend for Rhaegar to fight for the crown, then, against his nephews?”

Maegor’s scowl deepened, her husband ever sensitive to any suggestion that their sons were anything less than perfect. “Then let it be a Valyrian marriage between my sons and your daughters. If they perform their marital duties, there will be no way of knowing son from nephew.”

It is not the same, she considered pointing out. Why should a father cede rule to nephew or son? But already Maegor’s dark mood seemed to have cleared, his enthusiasm for his solution growing. 

“I shall announce it to the realm at the tourney for their third name day,” Maegor declared.

Behold, the superior king, Rhaena thought, twisting her sneer into the smile he expected for his cleverness. It was not Maegor who had prevented the realm from being plunged deep into crippling debt after years of war and reckless spending. Rather it had been her advice to flex their power outward, at the uneasy Free Cities watching from across the Narrow Sea, who had been all too willing to pay to make the threat of dragons go away.

That and the suspiciously lop-sided trade agreements Volantis had offered and her husband had blithely accepted. They had played to Maegor’s pride in his sons, proclaiming them heralds of greatness, chosen by the gods of old Valyria.

Those same gods of old Valyria had brought their ancient homeland only Doom. Her sons could do without such a blessing.