#almost typed knead instead of need

[flixpii]

Not Inside

| fem!reader x remmick

word count : 2.7k

happy juneteenth !! 🥹

a/n : i want to tag this blessed soul @remmicks-salvation for bringing the remmick degradation into the spotlight for me 🙇🏾‍♀️

this is in lowercase … i don’t feel like typing on my laptop after six p.m …

also, working on the salem witch trials au & a remmick & stack x reader one-shot

synopsis : reader told him no. so he fucked her thighs instead—desperate, messy, and still completely hers.

warnings !! (MDNI 18+) : oral (f receiving), denial of orgasm, degradation, pathetic remmick, dom!reader, reader is lowkey mean (he deserves it), unprotected rutting (no intercourse), drool/spit, period blood, remmick’s a slut for praise

tags : @pathetic-remmick @avidreader73

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thigh-fucking.

it was the only thing you’d allow him to do while you were bleeding.

he looked heartbroken when you said it. not because he didn’t want it—no, he wanted anything you’d give him. but he craved more. craved the slick, pulsing heat of your cunt wrapped around him like a vice.

“please,” he’d whispered, voice rasped and aching. “just let me have it… let me feel you.”

but you said no.

now, his hands tremble as they knead into the softness of your thighs, spreading them wider over the edge of the bed. his knuckles press into the backs of your knees as he lowers himself between them, mouth watering—literally—as thick strings of spit dangle from his parted lips and drip onto your inner thighs.

“fuck,” he groans, forehead pressing to your knee for a moment as his cock jumps in his fist. he looks up at you like he’s starving—like you’re the only thing that could ever satisfy him.

he jerks himself slow at first, hand slick with spit and pre-cum, sliding over the flushed, leaking head. you can see how swollen he is—how red and angry the tip looks from neglect.

“baby, please,” he whimpers, voice cracking as his thumb rolls over the slit. “i just wan’ to be inside of you.”

you stare down at him, lips parted slightly, breath shallow. but still—you shake your head.

“no, remmick,” you murmur, voice barely a breath. “you know the rules.”

he lets out a strangled sound, somewhere between a growl and a cry, and buries his face against your thigh.

“then let me fuck them,” he breathes against your skin, hot and wet, kissing the curve of your flesh. “let me fuck your thighs like they’re your cunt.”

you hum, teasing, letting your knees fall open just a bit more.

“is that what you want?”

he nods frantically, stumbling to his feet with his cock still in his hand. one hand finds your thigh again as he steps closer, dragging you just a little more to the edge of the bed until your ass barely clings to the sheets.

his tip grazes your skin, smearing precum over the softness as he lines himself up between your thighs, jaw clenched tight.

“please—please,” he babbles, voice unsteady, almost breaking. his hands grip the tops of your thighs, squeezing tight as he pushes forward, slotting his cock between the blood-warmed press of your skin.

you tense around him slightly, thighs pressing together just enough to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he lets out a low, guttural moan, hips twitching.

you look up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted.

“then fuck them, baby,” you whisper, voice like honey. “fuck them like you wish it was me.”

he lets out a ragged groan as he pulls back, then drives forward again, his cock sliding hot and heavy between your thighs. your skin slicks with sweat and blood, and the friction only makes him moan louder.

his hips slap against you with more force now, the sound obscene—wet and sharp, over and over. drool slips from the corner of his mouth, falling messily onto your abdomen, mixing with the sheen of sweat already there.

“fuck… you feel so good,” he slurs, voice choked with need, the words barely coherent through his panting.

his pace quickens—sloppier now, more frantic.

you tighten your thighs around him, pressing in, and he cries out like a wounded animal.

“shit—fuck—do that again,” he whines, already fucking into the vice of your thighs like he can’t hold himself back anymore.

his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, hard enough to bruise. his knuckles turn white from the pressure.

“smell so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls, inhaling the coppery scent of your blood like it’s perfume. he salivates.

“want to fuck you properly,” he pants. “want to split you open and stuff you full, feel this bloody little cunt pulse around me while i fuck you raw—”

you feel his cock throb between your thighs as he ruts harder, desperate, hips jerking like he’s already close.

his brows knit together, muscles straining as his thrusts grow faster, harder.

he moans, loud and wrecked, chest heaving as his body curls forward just slightly—like the pleasure’s too much to bear. his eyes squeeze shut and his rhythm starts to falter, every snap of his hips more desperate than the last.

you feel it—how close he is. how his thighs start to tremble.

and then you speak.

“stop.”

his eyes fly open, wide and glassy, a pained whine ripping through his throat as he slows to a trembling halt.

“n-no,” he stutters, voice breaking. “fuck—please.”

your name falls from his lips, guttural and raw, as his cock twitches between your slicked-up thighs.

then—your legs spread, slow and deliberate.

the bloody mess between them glistens, spilling onto your inner thighs and smeared across the crease of your cunt.

he stares like he’s hypnotized. drool spills from his mouth again, thick and slow as it drips down his chin.

“come on,” you whisper, breathless.

he lunges forward instantly, grabbing your thighs and yanking them up around his waist. his cock slides up against your folds, already seeking your heat.

but just before he can breach you—

“you can’t fuck me.”

he lets out a deep, broken groan, his body shaking with the need to come, to bury himself deep.

he snarls softly under his breath, grinding his cock against your cunt instead, letting the flushed head slide along the wet, bloody mess.

his tip nudges your clit with every pass and you jolt each time, breath catching as your moans start to echo his.

he fists the sheets behind you for leverage and ruts hard, faster, his cock coated in the sticky sheen of blood and slick.

he pants, watching the way his cock glides against your folds, dragging your swollen clit every time.

you clench around nothing, your walls fluttering from the pressure and the build.

his moans get louder, almost pained, as your blood paints his cock in messy streaks.

you watch him unravel.

his breath hitches every time your clit catches under the swollen head of his cock, slick and red smearing across both of you. his muscles shake as he ruts into you, chasing the high you’re dangling just out of reach.

you lean back slightly, propping yourself on your elbows, eyes heavy as you look down at the scene between your thighs.

“look at you,” you murmur, voice slow and syrupy. “so fuckin’ desperate. cock all messy and throbbing, and you’re not even inside me.”

his head drops forward, forehead brushing your shoulder, a strangled groan leaving his chest.

“please,” he gasps. “baby, please let me—”

“no,” you cut him off, rolling your hips slightly to meet his next thrust, just enough to tease him, to keep him shaking. “you come like this. not inside me. not tonight.”

he whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, grinding harder like he can force his way in if he tries.

“god, you’re mean,” he moans, voice thick with frustration. “so fuckin’ mean to me.”

you smile lazily, trailing one hand up his chest, nails dragging through the light sweat gathered there.

“then stop,” you offer softly. “pull back. get off me.”

he jerks his hips again in answer, a growl rumbling in his chest.

“can’t,” he chokes out. “you smell like blood and sex and you’re fuckin’ soaked—fuck—i can’t.”

you hum low, pleased, and shift your hips so that your folds part just a little more, letting his cock nestle perfectly between them. your clit throbs from the stimulation, but you bite down on the whine building in your throat.

“you keep going like this,” you whisper, voice dipped in threat and promise, “and you don’t get to come at all.”

his whole body stutters, cock twitching hard between your folds.

“n-no, don’t do that,” he gasps, fingers bruising your thighs now as he clings to them like a lifeline. “please, baby—i’ll be good. i’ll be good, i swear, just let me—fuck—just let me use your cunt.”

you tilt your head, pretending to think, enjoying the way he begs—how wild he looks with his face flushed, his jaw tight, his mouth wet, cock pulsing and soaked in blood.

“i said no,” you whisper against his ear. “you’re gonna come. outside.”

he lets out a sound that barely qualifies as human, hips snapping wildly, frenzied now.

and you—

you don’t stop him.

you just watch him fall apart.

you can feel it in the way his thrusts lose rhythm, in how his cock twitches violently between your folds, tip catching on your clit with every sloppy drag.

his hips stutter. he gasps your name like a prayer, like a curse.

“fuck—fuck, baby, i’m gonna—”

his hands grip your waist, desperate to hold himself steady, to not come before you give him the word.

but you see it—the way his jaw locks, the way his thighs shake, the way his moans grow ragged and high.

he’s right there.

and just as his body starts to curl forward, just as his cock pulses hot against your blood-slicked cunt—

“stop.”

one word. soft, but firm.

and it cuts through him like a blade.

he sobs. actually sobs, a sound torn from the back of his throat, thick with denial and disbelief.

his body convulses as he forces himself to still. his cock jumps against your clit, leaking, throbbing, aching.

his chest heaves, mouth open, spit stringing between his lips and your collarbone where he’d leaned in too close.

“please—please, i can’t,” he gasps, voice hoarse and broken. “baby, don’t—don’t do this to me.”

you lean forward, one hand stroking down his trembling stomach, stopping just before you touch his cock.

“you almost came without permission,” you murmur, lips brushing his cheek. “that’s not very good of you, remmick.”

he shudders, his cock twitching again like it’s trying to come anyway, leaking thick pre against your folds.

“but i—I tried,” he stammers, eyes glassy, tears threatening. “i stopped, i stopped, please, i’ll do anything—just let me finish, please.”

you hum softly, pressing your fingers into his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“then prove it,” you whisper. “prove you deserve to come. get on your knees.”

he blinks, confused for half a second—then his legs fold beneath him like he’s been shot, collapsing to the floor at the edge of the bed.

his cock stands flushed and furious, twitching with every mimicked beat of his heart, streaked with blood and thick strings of slick.

he presses his cheek against your thigh, panting, shaking, whimpering softly into your skin.

you tilt your head.

“no touching,” you warn, one hand sliding gently through his hair. “not yet.”

his hands clench uselessly at his sides.

you smile.

he’s so close you can feel it vibrating off him.

he stays still.

kneeling between your legs, chest rising and falling like he’s run miles, face pressed to your thigh.

you feel the heat of his breath—fast, uneven, desperate—as it ghosts over the mess between your legs.

he whimpers again, soft and pathetic, like a dog trying not to whine, and it makes you smile.

“good boy,” you murmur, dragging your fingers through his damp curls, slow and teasing.

he makes a noise at that, a quiet broken little thing, like just the praise alone might undo him.

your thighs part a little more. the blood has started to dry in some places, but the warmth still lingers, slick and coppery and thick.

“clean me up,” you say.

his head jerks up immediately, eyes wide and blown black, like he didn’t believe you’d actually let him close.

but you nod, just once.

“with your mouth.”

he doesn’t hesitate.

his lips press to your inner thigh first, reverent, like he’s praying.

then—his tongue.

slow at first. testing. trembling.

he licks a stripe through the blood smeared across your skin, groaning at the taste.

and then it’s like something snaps.

his mouth drags lower, hotter, messier.

he moans into you, lapping at the blood pooled between your folds, drinking it like he’s parched.

“fuck,” he pants against you, tongue flicking your clit by accident—and you jerk, biting your lip.

he freezes, like he’s afraid that was too much.

“don’t stop,” you whisper, fingers in his hair again. “but slow. tease it. just like that.”

his breath shudders against your cunt as he licks again, slower this time, taking his time now, dragging his tongue through the mess he’d made earlier—your blood, his spit, your slick.

every now and then, he bumps your clit just right, and you twitch, thighs tensing around his head.

he moans again, like your reactions are the only thing keeping him alive.

his hands grip your thighs—not to guide you, not to pull you closer, but just to hold on.

his cock hangs between his legs, flushed and twitching, untouched and angry.

you look down at him, his face painted with blood and lust, mouth slick and red, eyes pleading even as he obeys.

“such a good mouth,” you murmur. “you want to come, don’t you?”

he nods into you, desperate, tongue slowing just to answer.

“then make me come first,” you say softly, “with that pretty, bloody mouth.”

he moans into your folds again, the sound vibrating against your clit just enough to make your legs twitch.

your fingers tighten in his hair.

you don’t guide him—he’s learned by now.

and fuck, does he want it bad.

his tongue laves through your mess, slow at first, then faster, more focused, circling your clit before flattening against it, dragging long, wet strokes over the sensitive bundle.

you gasp softly, hips rocking forward.

“just like that,” you whisper, breath breaking, “keep going.”

he hums in response, and the sound rumbles through you like lightning.

his mouth moves with more purpose now, more pressure. messy, but good—so good, so fucking good.

your thighs clamp around his head.

you start to pant, sharp, fast, your hand fisting in his hair as your body begins to tense, the pleasure burning up your spine like fire.

he sucks gently, then flicks his tongue in quick, tight strokes—again, again, again.

you cry out.

your whole body jerks as it hits—hard.

your orgasm rips through you like a storm, blood rushing in your ears, your thighs clenching, your back arching just slightly as you grind into his mouth.

and he doesn’t stop.

he moans like he’s the one coming, like tasting you unravel against his tongue is better than anything he’s ever known.

you breathe heavy through it, letting it take you, letting him have it.

and when you finally come down, you tug gently at his hair, easing him back.

his face is soaked—slick, blood, drool, all of it—and his cock is still flushed and twitching, drooling precum onto the floor beneath him.

he’s shaking.

“please,” he rasps. “please, can i—can i come now?”

you drag your fingers down his throat, watching him swallow hard beneath your touch.

“stand up.”

he stumbles to his feet, cock bobbing, angry and glistening red.

you look at it, slow and deliberate.

then up at him.

“you come,” you murmur, voice low, “but you don’t touch yourself.”

his jaw falls open.

“w-what?”

“grind against me. like before.”

he groans—loud, pained—as he steps forward, dragging the tip of his cock along your still-throbbing folds.

“fuck—fuck, baby—”

he ruts into you, wild and broken, his cock slipping against your blood-slick cunt, head catching on your clit again and again.

you moan softly, overstimulated, but you let him use you.

“gonna come,” he gasps, hips stuttering. “gonna come all over your pussy, please, let me—fuck, let me—”

“do it,” you whisper. “make a mess of me.”

that’s all it takes.

he lets out a strangled, half-sobbed cry as his cock jerks against you, hot ropes of cum spilling across your folds, painting you with thick, pulsing streaks of white.

his legs nearly give out as he collapses forward, forehead pressed to your shoulder, body trembling.

“thank you,” he pants, voice cracking. “fuck—thank you—”

your fingers stroke through his hair again, slow and soft.

“good boy,” you whisper. “such a good fucking boy.”

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

could we get some gally headcannons please?👀

Whatever you want to write🩷

Thank you ❤️

gally in a relationship headcanons

masterlist

finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.

the glade

enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.

he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.

sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.

you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.

'there's a thin line between love and hate'.

other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".

but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.

honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.

he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.

you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.

suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.

everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides

gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.

would probably end up in a fistfight over it.

he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.

he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.

despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.

guards you whenever you shower.

would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.

y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.

your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.

love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.

his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.

arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.

when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.

the last city

when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.

gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.

he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.

the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.

the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.

he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.

he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.

you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.

would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.

the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.

would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc

wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.

well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.

"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".

trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.

after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.

all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.

[dog-bimbo]

shiu n his sweet bimbo girlfriend part four 18+ only minors dni part 1 part 2 part 3 a/n based on this ask. i wrote till i bottomed out. i'll probably not continue this series unless someone gives me good ideas i guess.

you stood out to shiu in that bar. glittery top, pink nails wrapped around a cocktail you probably didn’t pay for. you laugh too loud, sway when you walk, it all caught his attention.

you're his type. not because you were cheerful, because you were the kind people don’t call back after a fuck. oh could he be more wrong....

when he bought you a drink, he could see all of his stereotypes that he had attached to you come true like clockwork. you said something ditzy, your hands all over his body, running through his silk dress shirt, tugging on that tie of his, playing with his collar.

he took you home within the hour. you were clearly enamoured and kind of drunk...

the sex was messy—greedy and loud. he was greedy, he left marks everywhere! holding your waist tight, sucking on your neck, leaving purple bruises, tugging on your nipples like a starved man, spreading your legs wide open and manhandling you like you were a doll. you were loud, you moaned like you'd been waiting for someone like him your whole life, you wrapped your legs around his waist like you’d die if he stopped, called him sir because it kind of fit him—and that just got him as hard as diamonds, yet again... "round two, sir?" you smirk up at him, your beaming smile making him feel something.

he told himself you were just something to blow off steam, something to sink in to forget the stress but... he simply nods. this time was intimate, like he's providing you a compensation for the last round where he went a bit crazy due to whatever the fuck took over him. deep, slow and steady thrusts, his hands kneading your flesh, his face buried deep in your neck, leaving trails of sloppy kisses against your throat... "s-sir-" "call me shiu." you nod, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"are you even listening to me, hey—" shiu simply looked at you, kind of blank, "yeah... it was." it was odd for a guy like him to lose his composure. “do you have anything to eat?” he almost told you no. almost told you to get dressed, that he had calls to make, clients to deal with. but something in him paused.

in the morning—you were still there. you were hugging him tight like he was a plushie, he didn't mind. "last night was amazing, wasn't it?" you seemed refreshed and perky.

he was the one who felt like his life was sucked out of him. that was the best fuck of his life.

so instead, he asked, “how does eggs and toast sound to you?”

he’s never cooked for anyone, atleast not anymore. he doesn’t do that kind of thing despite being a decent cook.

you get behind him and wrap your arms around his waist as he cracks the egg in the pan, “you’re really nice,”

he snorts. “i’m really not.”

you don’t argue because you see something soft in him that no one else ever bothered to look for.

and he's trying his best not to pull you in for a loving kiss.

all you needed was an approval, a small sign. and he gives that to you. he drives you places, and if his schedule is busy, he atleast tries picking you up from your job or college because... it's fun. he's not around you just for sex, he's around you because you make him feel warm.

you ask what year he graduated once on the ride home. when he tells you, you gasp— "yeah, i know i'm old doll."

“no, no," you shake your hands, "you’re like... vintage.” and your attempt at damage control just makes him bark out a laugh.

“i’ll leave you on the sidewalk on of these days.”

"w-would you really?..."

and he simply laughs again, "not a chance, sweetheart."

at times, you hang around with him in his apartment, he's already given you the keys to it. you're sitting on the floor of his apartment, face bare, half-drunk off cheap wine that you got for him but you're the one who's downed it all.

the TV’s still on—muted, playing some old movie he put you on but you weren't really watching. shiu’s on the couch behind you, one arm thrown over the backrest, a glass of something more mature and fine in his hand.

he’s been watching you for a while now, like he can’t decide if he wants to say something or let the quiet stretch. either of the options sounded comfortable.

then, “you’re really young.”

you look back, brows perked. “what, now?” he doesn’t repeat himself, just sips.

“is that a problem?”

“no,” he says, but his voice is low, almost tired. “just obvious.”

you turn back toward the TV, though you're not watching—just blinking, lips pursed like you're thinking real hard, which usually means you aren’t...

“is that really a problem though? you're still in love with me, right?” you mumble, then hiccup a little.

he lets out a breathy laugh.

he doesn’t even say anything. because he's never been in love for a long time, it's a forgotten art at this point.

you twist around again, facing him fully this time, your voice drops to a whisper, like it’s a secret. “you are in love with me, right?”

he lifts his glass, takes another sip, eyes on yours the whole time. “you’re drunk.” he deflects.

“that’s not what i asked.”

“jesus,” he mutters. he watches you go quiet again, you're jotting up points to argue in your head and it's obvious. and it hits him—how easy you are to be around, how easy it is to say those words. because now he means it. he really does. "i love you. there, you got what you want."

you simply smile, "i knew it."he leans forward, forearms resting on his knees. "aren't you gonna say it back?"

“i thought you knew,” you say, voice light like you’re teasing but you're honest.

he huffs, barely holding back a real laugh. “you think that counts? you gotta say it back.”

you crawl across the floor toward him on your knees. you end up between his knees, hands on his thighs, looking up at him like you always do. he’s someone you trust without a second thought.

“i love you too, old man." you say simply. like it’s not a big deal. like you hadn’t even noticed it was missing until he asked.

and just like that, he feels undone... he started involving you more in his life. which he didn't know was possible actually.

you once found his gun on the desk of his office. you didn't really care about what he did for a living, you thought it was cool. you held it wrong, your finger on the trigger.

he snatched it out of your hands fast, his voice cold.

“don’t touch things you don’t understand, doll.”

“sorry… i just thought it looked kinda cool.”

he sighed hard through his nose, looked at you for a long beat. his grip on the gun loosened, but not by much.

“it’s not cool,” he said, flat. “it’s not a toy."

you stayed quiet, sitting on the edge of his desk, llegs swinging slowly. you didn’t flinch, didn’t pout or apologize again.

“okay,” you said simply, almost sweetly. “but i still think you’re cool."

he stared at you. something in his jaw ticked. he knew that you meant it.

then he turned and put the gun away, into the drawer, clicked the lock.when he faced you again, your head was tilted, like you were waiting for a verdict. he stepped in closer, stood between your knees.

"don’t touch shit like that again. i mean it.”

“’kay,” you nodded, smiling now. “can i still sit on your desk though?”

and you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss he didn’t ask for—but didn’t resist, either.

he almost laughed. “yeah,” he muttered. “you can still stay."

deep, slow, a hand on your thigh to keep you steady.

he should’ve pushed you away. scolded you harder because that was some dangerous shit you did.

but instead, he kissed you back.

and that was the beginning of the end, wasn’t it? letting you in like that. letting you stay. letting you know he shady and loving how you didn’t mind.

he didn’t bring you to meetings often. didn’t need to. but you’d begged this time—"i'll be good, i'll even wear that dress you like.... please..."

and he’d caved, like always.the restaurant was dim and sleek, full of money and men who liked to pretend they weren’t criminals. you looked like his sugar baby—tight little dress, hair in that bouncy, ridiculous style he couldn’t get enough of.

you sat beside him in the booth, legs crossed, playing with the straw in your drink while he and the client talked.

“yeah, my girlfriend.”

“she your girl?” the man asked, his eyes going places theh shouldn't.

shiu’s arm was behind you on the booth, his fingers brushing your bare shoulder.

“hm... brave,” the man said, like a joke. “i couldn’t bring a girl like that to work. bit of a distraction, no?”

you didn’t say anything, just looked at the man with that same glossy, vague smile. it wasn’t the first time you’d heard shit like that. probably wouldn’t be the last... but it did make you feel a tad bit weird.

the man kept going. “bet she’s sweet, though. not a thought in her head. like a- what’s the word? yeah, like an ornament.”

shiu laughed then. quiet. dry.you sipped your drink, still silent. still a bit confused on how you're supposed to feel about it all. like you're not supposed to feel bad.

“you think that’s funny?” he asked, voice low.

the man blinked. “what?” the client's expression shifted, unsure now. “hey, i didn’t mean—”

“she’s not yours to mean anything about,” shiu said, smile cold now. “watch your mouth."

the silence hung heavy. you felt a smile quipping up your lips.

the man muttered something like an apology. shiu didn’t look at him again. just reached over and gently touched your chin, “bored yet, doll?”

you grinned. “a little.”

he stood, held out his hand. “then let’s go.”

business could wait. he had better things to do. he had better people to be with. and that's the kind of privilege he thought he'd never have.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Sugarplum

Husband Choi San x (F) Reader

Summary: So he loved HIS ROLLS HUH?!

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1 K

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Warnings: None

Type: One-shot

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

"IDIOTS!-"

Sitting up straight the man squinted at the dimly lit room, trying to blink away the sleep as he pushed off the soft quilts, the pads of his feet tingling at the feeling of the cold floor. A feeling he did not like but had to endure because his little sugarplum wasn't in bed with him. Well, technically you had not gone to bed with him, instead the two of you had argued about something before he retired off to bed- mind you, it was not his fault, it was the world that was against him today…or maybe he should have been more careful? There was no real defense, but he did not expect to find you at home, glaring at him as soon as he had entered the apartment, declaring his arrival on the top of his lungs.

“Oh look Byeolie, a cheater.”

“I-Excuse me?” he squeaked, staring at you standing there in the living room with your hands on your hips, wearing a messy apron, glaring at him.

“Come on Byeol, we don’t need to engage with cheaters.”

That statement had led to march into the kitchen and stared at his wife teary eyes, “W-what do you mean? Love, what’s wrong? I-I’m sure there's been a misunderstanding!” he’d never do something like that to you, especially not when he started courting you the moment your father had hired him, a college student in his first year, and you had to supervise him, even though you two were almost the same age. From the way you would help him with everything, cleaning, mopping, teaching him how to knead dough, how to use a frosting pipe, and how to make a perfect cup of coffee- he really should thank you for that more.

Though for some reason you didn’t budge, he noticed the way your expressions softened, but you said nothing and only turned around to face the scattered baking items on the counter, taking a deep breath as you mumbled, “I’ll bring you dinner.”

After a silent lonely dinner, he had gone to place his plates in the dishwasher, glancing at you for some kind of reaction but you kept avoiding him, too busy doing something else, even Byeol had decided to give him the silent treatment. He honestly couldn’t figure out what he had done? Even when he hugged you from behind, whispering, “Let’s…go to sleep.” You had slipped out of his hold and cleared your throat, “I’m not tired…you go on ahead.”

Oh…right, he had gone to bed alone too- but why weren’t you there with him?

He had thought of talking to you about it, when you were to come to bed, but he had work in the morning and he was tired, and somewhere between the ticking hours, he had fallen asleep, snuggling with your pillow.

Giving one last look at your shared bed, feeling something brew within him, he continued to walk out to the room, wanting to clear it out no matter what it was, your relationship was stronger than this, you two had gone through worse- but he knew that you were also someone who’d quiet down when you were unsure of something. Like the time he had to quit working at the bakery, simply because he was done with college and needed to pursue a job in his designated profession.

“You're….quitting?” You had mumbled, staring at the letter of resignation your father had signed to let him go with pride. You had watched him appreciate San's success, though you only stared at him blankly before going back to work, and much like now, when he had approached you, you had brushed him off, mumbling, “Bye”.

Only back then he had let you go, nodding and leaving, though over the years he had realised his mistake, the world had shaped the young boy into the same man who had barged into the bakery four years later, admiring the way how you, the new owner since your father had retired, was busy as a bee. That is until he had grabbed your hand and dragged you into the office and kissed you without question, which was stupid because as soon as he had pulled back you had giggled, “What if I said I'm married?” His world had come to a halt at that, the thought of being a homewrecker tearing at him for a good 10 minutes until you burst out laughing at his stupidity.

So, that's what he was gonna do now to, kiss it out of you, he was going to sit you down after and explain to you how if he had never met you back in the bakery, his twink era, he would probably never have found love-

“GOD, I HATE MEN!”

He peeked into the kitchen, flinching at the clang of the pot you had slammed on the counter, it was ironic how Byeol who was curled up on your cardigan that was bunched up on the bar stool, next to the one he was now sitting on, chin in palm.

You turned around and gasped, hand pressed against your heart, taking a deep breath, “I-God, you scared me- s-sorry, did I wake you up, Sannie?”

‘Sannie'- guess the anger had subsided.

Shaking his head he gave you a small pout, “Woke up cause you weren't there- are you…do you wanna tell me…what's going on?” He mumbled, staring around at the several cinnamon roll trays that were lying around the kitchen, the pan filled with the white cream sauce, some that had made its way onto Byeol's tail.

“I…nothing… its stupid.” You mumbled, as you began to clean up, trying not to look at him when he made his way to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you closer, “You signed a contract with stupidity when you married me.”

Closing your eyes at his stupid comment, you mumbled like a child, “I saw you having the Cinnamon rolls from Jung's bakery.”

“What.” He frowned, trying to hear you better, “You saw me having Wooyoung’s what?”

“HIS CINNAMON ROLLS!”

You shoved him away and pointed at the mess, “You bastard! U married me!” You pointed at yourself, “And then you have the balls to go and have his stupid rolls!? And” you picked up a roll, “His recipe is so stupid! Men are so stupid! Why is everything measured according to ‘just wing it gurl’- what does that even mean!?” He blinked at you, watching you screech like a hawk at 3 am, “That bastard! I told him I'd trade my strawberry tart recipe with him if he gave me his cinnamon roll recipe that YOU apparently love-”

The slight pressure on your lips cut you off, as you to fisted his shirt in frustration, tugging him closer until he cupped your face to create some room to take a breath- he'd have to piss you off more if that's the kind of kiss he’d get- “I…” he panted, resting his forehead against yours, “Only had them because your bakery was closed today…remember?”

“...”

“I love you, my sweet little sugarplum-”

“Shut up and help me clean, Choi.”

[yappaccinocookie]

cracks in the frosting.

Pls pls write a Elder Faerie x Reader im BEGGING i'm so down horrendous for that man plsss

i wrote this so very short bcs i literally know nothing about elder faerie cookie other than the fact that he's old... jk, but you get my point. im more fond of silverbell than this oldie.

LOWERCASE INTENDED!!

“you’ve been quiet,” you said, breaking the silence, your voice light but carrying a hint of concern.

he turned to you, his expression as composed as always, but his eyes held a softness that betrayed the usual stoic exterior. “there is much to reflect on,” he replied, his voice steady, though you could almost sense the weight of his thoughts.

you nodded, sensing the faint crack in his usual resolve. you didn’t press him for details, though. elder faerie cookie wasn’t the type to open up easily, and you had learned to respect his silence. instead, you patted the spot next to you on the windowsill.

“come sit with me,” you offered with a small smile. “we’ve got enough quiet to enjoy a moment.”

there was a pause before he moved to join you, his every step measured and deliberate, like dough being carefully kneaded into shape. when he settled beside you, you could feel the subtle stiffness in his posture, as though he were still trying to hold himself together despite the quiet moment.

you leaned back slightly, glancing at him. “you know, even us cookies need a break,” you said with a teasing tone. “especially cookies who have been doing nothing but working nonstop.” (throwing shade)

"at this rate you're gonna crack your dough from all that stress, why dont you just take a break?" you continued on. he gave you a small, almost imperceptible sigh, his frosting shimmering slightly as if the weight of the moment was starting to soften it. “my duty is never-ending,” he said, but there was a hint of something else in his voice, something that suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced by his own words.

“sure, but even dough needs to rise before it can be baked,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “and i think you’ve been kneading yourself a little too much lately.”

he glanced at you, his eyes sharp, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in the faintest of smiles. “i suppose even the most serious of cookies must be allowed a moment to... rest.”

“exactly,” you replied, giving him a small nudge. “you’ve earned it. besides, who’s going to keep me company if you’re off somewhere being all ‘serious monarch of legends untold’?”

he chuckled softly, the sound like the soft crackling of sugar being melted. “i suppose that is a rather lonely title,” he mused, his gaze drifting toward the window.

you shifted slightly, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the coolness of his frosting against your dough. the warmth of the moment seemed to melt away the edges of the tension he usually carried.

“thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “for reminding me that there’s more to life than just duty."

"mhm... you're welcome."

[angel-of-the-moons]

Miguel being cockwarmed?

Asdhepnfonelnlfbleb I LOVE YOU???

A Lesson Earned is A Lesson Learned

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: SMUT, NSFW, teasing, cockwarming, dirty talk, Miguel's big ass hands

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You loved your boyfriend, more than anybody else you've ever been romantically involved with.

Whatever you would give him, he would give back tenfold. Yeah, it was a bit suffocating at times, but you knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you like he'd lost his daughter.

He'd spoil you when you let him, but sometimes you simply had to tell him you weren't a material kinda girl. Physical affection, sweet words, and cuddles were what satisfied you most.

That and... Well. His hands. You'd be lying if having your shoulders or back or whatever part of you he wanted in his gigantic hands, kneading and rolling you into utter bliss didn't get you going.

And just one of his fingers was thick enough to stretch you better than some of your toys did. And yeah, sometimes you needed toys for relief when he worked so much.

His work with Alchemax and running the Spider Society left him quite busy. You weren't hurt by this, but it did make you feel lonely and rather... uppity.

So of course when he was home you paid him back in kind, teasing him relentlessly.

You would wear next to nothing, sexy lingerie, or maybe one of his gigantic tops that you were practically swimming in, not bothering with any panties beneath.

You knew full well with his super senses, that he could smell your arousal, especially if the tent in his pants were anything to go by.

But, he stayed glued to his monitors in his office, ignoring his erection and the sweet intoxicating smell of your slick all through his house. His sense of duty was strong, focused.

It aggravated you to no end.

So, with your cheek puffed out in irritation, you marched into his office, dimly lit save for the projections of his monitors as he scoured Alchemax work and reports from the other Spiders back at HQ.

"Miggy..." You sigh, coming up next to him in his chair.

"Hm?" He said, not looking at you.

But you can tell by how his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated that your scent was starting to get to him.

His gorgeous, chiseled jaw clenched almost imperceptibly as he swiped and pinched up another monitor.

You pouted and slipped your arm around his shoulder, sitting on the arm of his chair, knowing full well your sweet sweet nectar was coating the expensive leather; the scent would linger for a while, until he completely cleaned it and sterilized it.

You placed kisses up to his ear, then back down to where his suit collar ended, just beneath his pulse.

"Muñeca..." Miguel warned. "I'm working."

"I know, but I think you're working too hard." You sigh in his ear, taking his lobe between your lips and running your tongue along the edge.

He hissed at you. "Cállate, mujer diablo, estoy haciendo algo importante."

You frowned and ignored his warning. Instead, you leaned in, your breasts squishing against the heavy muscle of his bicep, and reached down, stroking the outline of his cock that was straining his suit with your small hand.

"C'mon, Miggy. You're a workaholic." You coo playfully. "Just let me..."

He gripped your wrist when your hand went to his watch to disable his suit.

His eyes were sharp, annoyed. It sent a thrum of fear through your bloodstream as he curled his lip back, revealing his crooked, fanged teeth as he sneered at you.

"You want to annoy me? Fine." He reached out and gripped your hair, pulling your head back sharply, before his breath was hot in your ear.

"Pero recuerda que yo tengo el control."

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You should have known.

God, but you never learn, do you? Every time you think he's going to do something you want, he does the opposite.

Just to reach you a lesson.

"Stop squirming." He huffed, reaching around you to type in notes on his holographic keyboard.

You whined, trying desperately to grind your hips down, to get his cock just a bit deeper inside of you, wanting so badly to have him just pin you to the desk and pound you until your eyes crossed.

But he kept you firmly secured in his lap. He wouldn't let you touch yourself, you had to keep your hands gripped at the arms of the desk chair that creaked under your combined weight.

He kept you from moving, his thick thighs parting your knees and keeping your legs spread open for him while he continued to work.

"Miggy!" You mewled. "Please! Sorry for bugging you, I just--"

He growled and reached between your legs, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger hard, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up your spine and making your pussy flutter around the length of his cock that was currently splitting you open.

You make a sharp squeak as he snapped, "¿Qué acabo de hacer?"

He smacked your cunt that he was currently stuffed inside of, sending another wave of heat racing through you, more of your slick gushing around him to run down to his heavy balls and staining the expensive leather.

"I said keep quiet. I'm working."

He leaned in, his presence absolutely absorbing your frame, his scent swallowing you whole, threatening to devour you in one piece.

"This is what you wanted, no?" He sighed. "You wanted me inside this pretty little pussy. You got me. Now sit still."

You hiccuped softly. "Please. You know I wanted you to fuck me! Not like this..."

"Too bad, mi amor. I swear, if I had a dollar off every time I have to keep teaching you this lesson, I'd be a trillionare." He said to you, his voice a low threat.

"How many times do I have to do this before you learn patience? Hmm? A hundred? A thousand?"

You desperately roll your hips, feeling the tip of his rock brush against that gummy soft spot inside of you. "I--I just--"

He hisses, gritting his teeth as his fangs slot into their places. He brings his hand up to the lowest part your abdomen, and pressed down hard.

You all at once felt the air squeezed out of your lungs, your pussy greedily squeezing him, your heart pounding in your chest, sweat beading on your brow and sweet tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You're going to sit here and stay still while I work. And maybe--maybe--if you stay quiet and stop squirming, I'll give you what you want. Understood?"

You frantically nod your head and Miguel cruelly flicked your clit.

"That's it. Be a good little cocksleeve for me, eh, bebita?"

[ggidolsmuts]

Fromis App Part 14: Snug and Secure - Fromis_9 Hayoung

You yawn and stretch as you walk to the front of the Fromis building. How did you get here? Now you're just another employee of Fromis App.

For the day. Hayoung ended up not returning with you that night, instead bilking you of a free meal and then using her leverage to have you be her lackey today. You pull out the nondescript access card that Hayoung gave you—maybe (Hopefully!) it wouldn't work, you'd just tell Hayoung you couldn't get in and leave.

*Beep*

Damn it. You sigh and make your way to the security room again.

"I'm here Hayoung."

"Good, on time, I like that. Come over, I need to sit on you."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You look around, but nothing has changed from the last time you were in Hayoung's security room.

"There's nowhere to lie down!"

"Who said anything about lying down?"

"You said you wanted to sit on me."

"Ugh Saerom and Nagyung are really holding your head to the gutter aren't they? Get in the chair!" Hayoung points to her usual chair, and obediently you do as she says. She then bounces up and plops herself on top of you—you're too confused to be aroused as she squirms and pushes herself in your lap, trying to get a more comfortable position. She grabs your arms and wrap them around her waist, as if putting on a seatbelt.

"Hehehe, my own massage chair." It's almost adorable the way Hayoung nestles into you, if you weren't gripping onto her tight abs—she kept herself in great shape for someone in security sitting all day.

"Y-You want me to massage you?"

"Later, just hold on to me for now."

Your back is ramrod straight, tense as Hayoung settles into you. Over time you begin to slouch, unable to keep your posture straight for that long. You're not sure what Hayoung's working on, but it looks boring, and there's nothing going on in the screens as well. You start drifting off, your head resting comfortably on Hayoung's shoulder—she has managed to keep herself upright the whole time.

He's kinda cute, she smiles and thinks to herself. Can't imagine him railing Jiwon and Nagyung right in the office, he doesn't seem like the type! Yet she doesn't have to imagine, and she hovers over the video files she has saved for "easy access". Your arms are still around her, hugging her like a pillow, and a warm need flows through her—but not yet, she still had to focus for now.

"Hey, I have to take a call." Hayoung nudges your arm around her.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, do you need me to get up?"

"No, there's no video. I just wanted to tell you since you were napping."

"Oh right, sorry about that."

"Sure, anyways, starting the call now." She clicks into the call.

"Hello Saerom, how are you?"

"Oh hey Hayoung, how are things?"

"Good. I prepared the security report you wanted."

"Great, let's go over it." Hayoung nods and dives into it, screensharing and going page by page with Saerom. She's fully focused—Hayoung doesn't half-ass things, something Saerom appreciates. However, it also means that she doesn't notice your hands not staying idle. You do your best as a massage chair, kneading her midriff with light squeezes before moving down to her hips and doing the same on her thighs. Like all massages it helps with blood flow, and unnoticed by Hayoung (for now), blood begins flowing down her body.

"That was what we had for the quarter." Hayoung concludes.

"Thanks. Any security incidents, did oppa fuck around in my office again?" Saerom asks offhandedly. Hayoung planned to lie, but her mind still races, blinking rapidly.

"No, I haven't seen him."

"Really?"

"Yes." Hayoung prays that Saerom doesn't somehow hear her breath hastening.

"Good. Okay thanks Hayoung, I'll see you Monday."

"Yes Saerom, see you then." Hayoung exits the call and sighs in relief, leaning back before almost jumping off your lap. "Ahh!" She had forgotten you were there!

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just forgot you were here." As her heartbeat slows back down from the surprise, Hayoung bites her lower lip—why does she feel so warm? A small tingle of pleasure flows through her, and she realizes your hands on her thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Being a massage chair, you seemed tense on the call."

"Oh... Oh okay, thanks." Hayoung squirms in your lap, and you're suddenly very aware of her warmth on your crotch. She is equally aware of your "presence" against her, and she grabs your hands, bringing them around her waist once more. "I need to focus."

"Of course, pretend I'm not here." Yet how could she? Hayoung scoots forward to avoid your growing stiffness, but it allows you to massage her lower back instead. Your hands continue their work, and try as she might, Hayoung can't concentrate, blinking rapidly and biting her lower lip.

I could use a break, Hayoung convinces herself. Wordlessly she opens a file—the one she's using to bargain with you, the one where you're fucking Nagyung over the desk. You don't notice Hayoung playing the video, your view of the screen blocked by the back of her head. You continue your diligent work, massaging up and down her back like it was your actual job. The blood continues to run through Hayoung's body, pooling at her core as she watches the lewd recording, imagining your hands on her back pressing her against the desk instead. It is only when you see Hayoung's hands drop off the desk do you realize what's going on—they've moved between her legs, resting there, her fingers probably teasing herself.

"Need some help with that Hayoung?" you whisper in her ear, finally noticing her watching the video.

"N-No, but I could use a pussy warmer," she fires back, trying to maintain control of the situation.

"Of course, I'm all yours." Hayoung gets off you, allowing you to remove your pants and boxers. She sits on you once more, sliding her own pants and underwear down just enough for access. A small gasp is heard your tip touches her entrance, and a held back whimper signifies her sitting on your cock, sheathing you fully inside her.

"G-Good, good, now just stay still and don't move, I need to work." The pretense is ridiculous, but you listen to Hayoung, doing your best to not squirm, to not buck into her as she adjusts her position, sending jolts of pleasure through the two of you.

Fuck, I forgot how big he is! Focus Hayoung! She edges herself and forces her finger to click off the video and back to her work. Your hands, previously resting on her hips, quietly move to the front, below her bellybutton.

You gently press in.

"Guh... mmm!" Hayoung bites back a moan as you press in a small circle over her womb. The "massage" causes her front wall to rub against your cock, and when you let go the friction is reduced. It comes back strongly as you press down again, but Hayoung manages to keep herself quiet. It still sends her into a tizzy though as the repeated motion makes your shaft drag across her g-spot, as if you were actually fucking her, but no, you're simply applying delicious pressure to her lower abdomen. You keep to your word, keeping your hips immobile even as Hayoung begins to squirm.

"Ah..." Hayoung leans forward, allowing your fingers to sink in further, pushing her pussy walls more insistently over your cock. She wanted it to last longer, but the more you ground her g-spot onto your cock, the more she wanted to cum now! "Nngh..." With willpower that surprises even herself, she grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"Not yet."

"I'll go slower." Hayoung jumps when you place your hand back where it was, but with a soft and very slight press, she relaxes—she could handle that much. She takes a deep breath and resumes her work best she can. You watch her screen and the security cam footage, noting the other employees' various tendencies at work—Saerom constantly reorganized her papers on her desk; Nagyung had a tongue habit you hadn't noticed until now; Jiwon loved to brush her hair; Jisun constantly touched up her makeup; Chaeyoung was always looking at the mirror; Seoyeon was regularly scribbling on her little notebook.

As for Hayoung, the main thing you noted was how wet she is as you continued to apply small pressure to the spot randomly, slowly ramping up in force and frequency. The few drops of slick on the chair initially is becoming a more noticeable puddle, and every time you press down now is followed by a deep breath from her.

God I just need to cum, but not yet! Not yet Song Hayoung! She bites her lower lip as you press deep on her womb, making her g-spot rub against you cock strongly. It's 5:50 pm, just 10 more minutes and she can get off work and get off. "Mmm!" You rub your finger up and down, and it causes the friction to grow exponentially. Hayoung tenses, a single spasm of her pussy around you signaling her closeness.

"Can I make you cum?" your whisper in her ear.

"N-Not yet! The work day's not over yet!"

"When does it end?"

"6 pm!" Hayoung gasps as you lift your fingers. Truth be told, Hayoung does no work, her eyes focused on the clock as she stares a hole through the monitor. You are right there with her, the two of you watching the static number tick up.

5:59 pm

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6:00 pm

Hayoung intended to grab your hand and bring it to her pussy, but you move faster—your fingers drum furiously over her mound, pressing her g-spot onto your cock over and over, rubbing her front wall against your shaft repeatedly. In her edged state it feels like you're fucking her even as the two of you sit still in the chair, and Hayoung jerks back, screaming into your neck as you make her explode. The spasms come fast and furious, her pussy contracting around you erratically. Now she's bucking on your lap, throwing her hips back against you for more friction. You keep your hand over her mons, pressing your fingers rhythmically into her, feeling her twitch and jerk under your fingers. Her walls clench around you firmly multiple times, and Hayoung let's out a strangled moan—she's rolling from one orgasm to another, crying as another wave of pleasure crests over her.

"N-No more, stop..." she finally croaks, and you press your fingers deep into her flesh before finally letting go, earning yourself a whimper from Hayoung. "Ah... worth the wait."

"You really waited till the work day ended huh?" you manage in a strained voice—you wanted to get off too.

"Yes, work hard, play hard," Hayoung says with all due seriousness. "Now it's your turn to play." She gets off you and beckons you to get up, taking your spot in the chair instead. "Sit."

"Where?"

"Here."

"I can't sit on you!"

"Fine, how about now?" Hayoung spreads her legs, and instead of just diving in and fucking her right there, she insists that you sit between her legs, and she wraps them around your waist loosely, like a clingy sloth. "You see that folder? Open it and click on the videos."

You do as she instructs, while she takes off her blouse, and your eyes widen when you see yourself in the videos—not only did she have footage of you and Nagyung, she had footage of you and Jiwon too! You groan as you feel Hayoung's soft chest and hard nipples press against your back, and her hands reach around to stroke you two-handed.

"Bet you wish you had these videos didn't you? They make very good material for long nights, hehehe."

"Yeah, oh fuck... Have you been watching them?"

"Mmhmm, maybe I even shared it with Jiwon and Nagyung, who knows if they watch them too." The video is silent, but that only servers to make Hayoung's handjob louder as she rubs pre-cum all over your shaft. You watch Jiwon squirt all over your hand, and you grunt and spurt a little more lubrication for Hayoung. Jiwon is bouncing on you hard on one screen, and you've bent Nagyung over the desk on the other, and as the pace of the videos goes up, Hayoung's strokes get faster too.

"Look at that mess you made Jiwon make, I remember Saerom ordering new furniture the very next day. Maybe she gave the furniture to Jiwon? I don't know."

"Fuck Hayoung!"

"Or maybe it's in storage somewhere. I know, you should take Jiwon there and make her squirt all over it again, just for fun. Or take Nagyung there, actually no, do it somewhere I can watch, have you made Nagyung squirt before?" Hayoung fills your mind with all kinds of filthy thoughts.

"Ugh, going to cum!"

"Do it, cum!" She grinds her palm over your cockhead, and with a loud shout you burst, splattering her hand with your load. You let out a long low moan as Hayoung catches your load with one hand while wringing you dry with the other. By the time you are done her palm is covered with thick white fluid, sliding off and dripping on to the seat.

"Ah, damn!" you gasp, relaxing against her as you come down.

"Mmm delicious." You can't see her behind you, but you know that Hayoung is licking her hand clean right now. You confirms it when she grabs your cock again with a saliva-coated hand. "How about you think about what position we should do it in and get hard again quickly?"

"Well, we can't do it in this position anyways. Switch?" Hayoung agrees. You get up, as does Hayoung, and she grabs some wipes to clean the chair. In her bent over stance you arrive at an answer quickly. "I want you like this."

"Hm? Oh..." A loud gasp escapes her as you take her by surprise and from behind. "That was quick." You reach around and squeeze a breast, and her nipple stiffes against your fingertips—she definitely did not mind. But the chair rolls and moves as you try to fuck her, and Hayoung quickly grows annoyed. "Just fuck me over the desk!" You wrap your arms around Hayoung's torso and swing her around, planting her on the table with a solid thump.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's fine, keep going!" You start with slow pumps of your hips, pushing past Hayoung's tightness with every thrust. But even after she has sat on your cock for the whole day, her "lock" has not memorized the shape of your "key". So you apply more force—if the lock can't be unlocked, then it has to be picked. You start sawing in and out of her, causing her monitors to shake slightly. The videos continue to play, and Hayoung moans as she finally begins to feel what Nagyung and Jiwon felt in the recordings.

"So fucking tight!" She hears your growl, and unconsciously she tightens on you further. Hayoung grunts as you paw at her chest, squeezing her tits from behind. You're trying to press all her buttons—tweaking her nipples, squeeizng her breasts, pressing on her womb from above even as you pounded her. And then a hand drifts down to apply tension, rubbing on her clit—if you didn't pick her lock, you definitely ruined it as Hayoung jerks and cries out.

"Oh, oh fuck, ahhh!" Her legs start trembling, and the images of Nagyung and Jiwon being fucked disappear as Hayoung eyes roll into her head, wiped out by the strong orgasm. Her walls loosen for just a moment before contracting violently around you. You watch her back flex erotically before she shivers and goes still, allowing you to continue to fuck her, close to your own release again.

"Hayoung, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh fuck... Pull out!" Weakly Hayoung drops to her knees just as you begin to throb. She makes to grab your shaft, but so slippery it is from her slick that it slips out of her hand, and you end up shooting it over her desk, one blast splattering a monitor. She manages to take your throbbing length in hand, but not before another cumshot lands on her chin and drips down to her chest. Your whole climax is a sloppy affair as Hayoung finally manages to rein you in, swallowing the rest of your load with her lips wrapped around your tip.

"God... fuck Hayoung!" you gasp, bracing yourself on her desk before slowly lowering yourself down next to her. She can only manage a gulp in reply, and you quickly hand her the first thing you can find—her blouse. You get a painful slap on the shoulder for that.

"Wipes!"

You hand her the wipes she grabbed earlier, and Hayoung cleans herself up before pulling the blouse over herself. Shivering in the air-conditioned room the two of you quickly get dressed before Hayoung looks at the damage done.

"Oh my god, thank god you didn't hit the keyboard," she mutters, wiping her monitor and desk of your load.

"Yeah sorry about that, you slipped and I just, you know."

"Now imagine that hitting the back of my throat, hehehe."

"For how cute you are you really can be quite dirty."

"Cute, me?" Hayoung sidles close to you, and blushing, you have to take a step back.

"No, you're not cute! I mean yes you are, I mean—" Hayoung laughs at your flustered look before beckoning you in for a whisper.

"Did you forget? We double-teamed our dear Saerom between the two of us, what makes you think my head isn't in the gutter?" She leaves you stunned as she begins to close up for the night. "Get your stuff, I'm locking the office soon. Oh, and give me the keycard back." Dutifully you hand back your access card and wait at the door obediently, like an employee waiting for their boss to leave first.

"Well, thanks for coming, consider our deal done, Saerom won't find out about you and Nagyung."

"Thanks. Speaking of Saerom, were you the one who told Saerom about me and Jiwon? Since you had the video."

"No, you got unlucky that time, the system logs when someone's in her office, and you and Jiwon entering her office was unexpected, so she pulled the video herself."

"And me and Nagyung?"

"She knows Nagyung was supposed to be there, so on the logs it doesn't look surprising, she won't pull it up. If you don't tell and I don't tell, how would she find out?"

"Okay, that's a relief."

"Now that you know though, if you ever want to, you know, fuck somewhere that's not Saerom's office, I wouldn't mind watching."

"How would you watch if we're the ones— Oh!" You realize what she means after a short delay.

"I haven't seen you talk to Seoyeon or Chaeyoung much, just saying. Of course, if you want to come over and fuck me I wouldn't mind either hmm?"

"Right, ahem..." you cough awkwardly at the suggestion. "I'll think about it, bye then." Hayoung leans in to give you a chaste kiss before waving goodbye to you joyfully.

"Have a good weekend!"

You think to yourself as you walk away: Saerom may be the leader of the company, but Hayoung is the one that sees all.

A/N: Finally got around to continuing FROMIS app, gonna try to write Seoyeon and Chaeyoung chapters as soon as I get an idea... so...within 1 year? Thanks for reading!

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Not sure if doing it right (more specificly if there is an extra step or steps, if that makes sense) but F it still trying.

If you can and want to, could I ask for a Cole x reader type thing. Where the reader knows how obsessivly nuts he is but chooses not to say anything cause either he/she/they are EXACTLY the same way about him and find it amusing or is insanity insecure and will take whatever available even if from a nut job.

Also, have panther wallpaper I either made or found on Zedge. I played with it a bit and top two are my faves and the third is original if you wanna play with it yourself.

Have good day/night/evening ❤

Cole x Reader who is as obsessed as he is with them

I simply adore Cole,,, He’s my favorite of the Blush Blush boys and in all honesty, I think he would be fucking DELIGHTED to know that the reader is fully aware of his behavior and reciprocates it.

I may have also gotten a little carried away with this prompt and written a whole drabble- hope you like it

The wallpapers also rlly cute, thank you

Cole always felt a bit out of place around others, constantly wearing a mask in order to appear friendly and unassuming. In turn, he never really felt close with anybody.

The first time he saw you, he was mesmerized- the gruesome crime scene splayed out at your feet, yet your face showed no disgust, no sorrow or even pity. Instead you seemed almost… enthralled.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew the soft-spoken, polite, and selfless demeanor you wore was nothing more than a mask- One you immediately recognized in him as well.

Although, truth be told, you hid your true nature much better than Cole ever could. Because while Cole found it easy to keep up the appearance of his mask around strangers, it began to crack around your Manimal ‘friends’.

Watching them eat up the affection and attention you focused on each and every one of them was pure torture. Even more so when he knew that none of them- None of them truly understood you, yet they acted so familiar with you.

Where Cole strived to uphold a ‘normal’ demeanor, polite, but reserved, you were all smiles and kind gestures. Your fascination with the unusual and strange more of a disturbed appreciation for the gruesome nature of life.

You had even admitted to him that you found the same gruesome nature in him- That it had pulled you in the same way your nature lured him into the very same trap.

Not to mention- Despite the unwavering love and kindness you extended to everyone around you those around you, whenever a fellow manimal would express a deeper appreciation for you, you’d simply nod, never pressing further or wishing to actually acknowledge their feelings for you. Letting your lack of care tell them all they needed to know about where you stood.

Still, Cole couldn’t help feeling jealous, feel the need to remind them of their place- where your affections truly lied.

You were completely aware of your own self worth, your own selfish wants and needs- Cole just happened to line up perfectly with all the ideal qualities you’d want in someone.

It also doesn’t hurt that he’s quite handsome, a particular trait you remind him of as often as he reminds you that you’re beautiful.

Cole is never once subtle about his obsession with you, unlike how he would do his best to behave around a more mentally stable partner. Mornings in bed spent whispering words of devotion and longing to the other, small acts of affection that scream obsession and want.

Not to mention, silently threatening anybody that may pose a threat to your relationship.

It’s amusing to watch you do the same for him. Love and obsessive nature intertwined perfectly in twain.

—

“You’re insane.”

Cole froze, unsure where you were going with your sentence. His hands messy with flour, fingers twitching and hovering over the slab of dough he was kneading. You simply continue to stir your whisk with a smile across the other side of the counter.

“I love you so much, it hurts to think about it sometimes.”

Oh, you did have a point- You were about to say something that would make Cole’s heart completely burst with the barely contained love he already held for you.

“Whatever you’re about to say, I can already assure you, I feel the same and I’d even go farther to say that I feel absolutely addicted to your mere presence.”

He was about to begin another monologue of how much he loved you, cherished, and adored your very being. It came so easy to him, not once did Cole question the words that left his lips- Because he knew he meant every single thing.

“Heh, let me finish.” You click your tongue, amused with his beginnings of a tangent. Cole noticing and loving the way he can catch a glimpse of your canines as you do.

“You’re insane- I love that about you, I actually know that you care, that you actually mean what you say and do. I cherish you.”

Those last three words shut him up. Whatever grand sermon he had prepared to make in your honor shelved away in his brain as he attempts to not let the sheer force of your words buckle his knees and let him fall to the floor. Cole’s chest ached, his heart throbbing painfully- demanding to be set free and take its rightful place next to yours in your own chest.

Cole manages to remain calm and composed, letting his lips curve into a smile before returning his attention back down to the ball of dough in front of him. Lest he jump over the counter and tackle you to the floor, closing the distance and pressing his body to yours.

“As do I.”

[lunaflowers]

and now you're mine (yandere!kai)

pairing: yandere!kai x reader word count: 3.6k genre: smut, angst, yandere warnings: yandere behavior, extremely dubious consent, noona kink, piv, yn has issues, references to stalking, kind of switch leaning dom kai?, some pussy eating, drugging, obsession, mental manipulation, dirty talk, a bit of mommy kink, kidnapping, some degradation and name calling

synopsis: kai has finally got you right where he wants you a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member featured would either.

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It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Kai, you definitely were. His extraordinarily handsome face with those full lips and strong jawline combined with his perfect body would’ve made you swoon at any other time but right now you just weren’t in the headspace for it. You’d just been dumped by your long term boyfriend (after you’d caught him cheating) a few weeks ago and your friends had pressured you to go on this date to get you out of the funk you’d been in since then. You had always had terrible luck with men and you were honestly on the verge of giving up on the male sex altogether. “The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” your best friend had said, her best effort to convince you to meet Kai.

“Noona, what’s going on? Do you not feel well?” Kai looked at you concerned from across the table, his forehead kneaded and his lips in a slight pout. You must’ve zoned out while he was talking and you felt horrible as soon as you realised. You didn’t know Kai very well seeing as he was a co-worker of your friend’s but he seemed super sweet and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m just not feeling up for this. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. You’ve been wonderful. I’m just not ready to date again and I shouldn’t have let myself be pressured into this. I’ve wasted both of our time. I should leave.”

You waited for his reaction and to your surprise he didn’t look angry or annoyed like most men would. Instead he gave you a smile and replied, “It’s okay. I understand. How about we have one more drink and then I take you home?”

You were relieved at his words but truthfully, you didn’t want to stay for one more drink. You wanted to go home, get into bed, and maybe watch Netflix before passing out, but you felt like it was the least you could do for him for being so understanding.

As the waitress brought the two of you another rum and coke each, you eyed Kai up and down. You definitely would’ve been all for this if you weren’t so hung up on your ex. You sipped your drink and continued chatting pleasantly with Kai. It wasn’t until about half way through your last drink that you began to feel a little woozy. You rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Noona? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m okay. I just probably shouldn’t have had that last drink. I really need to go now.” You tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness made you sit right back down again.

“It’s okay,” Kai said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll get you home.” 

Kai got up and walked over to you. He gently helped you into a standing position. He had his arm around you and you were leaning almost your entire body weight on to him. He led you out of the bar and down the street.

“Kai,” you said, a bit sluggishly, “I live the other way.”

“I’m taking you to my place. It’s way nearer. Just until you sober up.”

You weren’t really in any type of position to argue so you allowed Kai to guide you to his apartment which was surprisingly close, just a few short minutes away. It was a walk up, above a shabby Thai restaurant and Kai had to carry you up the stairs. As soon as you got into his apartment, he sat you down on the couch. You were feeling worse than ever, not even able to take in the sparse surroundings, dizzy as well as sleepy.

Before you could say a word, Kai handed you a glass of water. You didn’t even know when he’d gotten it. “Drink up. This should help.”

You chugged  half the glass of water down at once, feeling surprisingly thirsty as soon as he handed it to you. And he was right, drinking it did make you feel slightly better. “Thanks Kai. I really owe you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually such a lightweight.” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and he was wearing an unreadable expression on his face. You raised the glass of water to your lips again but Kai pulled it away from you, spilling some in the process.

“That’s enough,” Kai said, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Actually, noona, I’m kind of mad at you,” he said, to your surprise.

“What? Mad?” 

“Yeah,” he set the half empty glass on the coffee table loudly. “I was really looking forward to tonight and you couldn’t even stop obsessing over that loser ex of yours long enough to give me a real shot.”

“I’m sorry?” You were completely baffled at what was coming out of his mouth. You wondered if you were maybe misunderstanding what he was saying. Why would he be acting like this?

“It was rude, noona. You were rude to me. I think you owe me a proper apology.”

Your head still felt heavy but you felt weirdly alert now. You knew that you were in an unsafe situation and all you wanted to do was get out of here. “I’m sorry, Kai. I should’ve been more respectful of your time. It was rude of me, like you said. I should leave now and not waste even more of your time. I’ll just call a cab and get out of here… Wait, where’s my phone?”

You looked around yourself and couldn’t find it. You couldn’t see your purse either. Had he taken them? Kai knelt down in front of you and grabbed your jaw gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Words mean nothing. You need to show me how sorry you are.” Kai said.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “How would I do that?”

“You’re a smart woman. I know you know what I want.” As he said this, his eyes wandered over your body and you felt utterly disgusted at the realisation that hit you.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Are you insane?”

“Noona,” Kai said with a sigh, “I’m not going to let you leave here until you give me what I want.”

Your anger got the better of you and you slapped him across the face but he barely flinched. You realised now that he must’ve put something in that last drink of yours so that you would end up here with him, unable to fight back. The lethargy from whatever he’d drugged you with had made it so you couldn’t even defend yourself.

The slap seemed to have amused him and annoyed him simultaneously. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you. “You know what your problem is, noona? You’re a snob.”

“No…” you tried to protest but Kai covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up. 

“You are. You think you’re too good for me,” he said, almost sadly, his pout prominent. “Why? Is it because you make more money than me? Because I don’t live in a nice apartment like you? Because you’re older than me?”

He lifted his hand off your mouth and looked at you like he really wanted a response. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Kai, I swear. I’m just tired and want to go home.”

“Liar. And you’re not going home yet. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Not that you deserve it.”

“Stop it, Kai,” you protested, but he didn’t seem to care. He had already pushed his hand up your dress and underneath your panties. As he touched your cunt, you both gasped.

“Hairless,” he said, smirking. “See? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t want me. But it’s okay noona, I don’t mind if you don’t wax either.”

He was talking like a crazy person. You had no idea that Kai was like this and you were getting more frightened by each passing second.

You slapped him again and this time he pinned your hand down, looking at you with those doe eyes. “I don’t like that. Please don’t make me hurt you. I really, really don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?” He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, moving his way to your lips. You turned your head away and he grabbed you by the jaw again and forced a kiss on your mouth. Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them away. You didn’t want to show that kind of weakness in front of Kai.

“Don’t fight me,” he said gently. He had softened considerably from earlier as though he really was trying to keep you calm now. “Please.” He began pulling at your dress, trying to take it off.

“Noo… Please,” you begged, but your protests fell on deaf ears. Kai was so singularly determined to have you it seemed that there was nothing that you could do or say that was going to stop him. It was exhausting. You didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was just too big and too strong and you were so tired. It was just so much easier to surrender to his will. You let him pull off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties sprawled out on his couch.

Kai looked you up and down and whistled, his lopsided smile coming over his features. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He leaned down and kissed you again on the lips, more passionately this time, and you didn’t resist him. Despite your reservations, Kai was an excellent kisser and it felt good to be kissed again, to be desired again. You kissed him back automatically.

“Just be gentle with me, okay?” You said, as he broke the kiss. 

He looked at you with eyes that were full of lust and you felt yourself clench involuntarily. Kai was undeniably sexy and as much as you hated yourself for it, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. The panties you were wearing were white cotton, certainly not your sexiest, but they were already soaked through to the point that Kai could see your pussy.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants and it was all he could do not to devour you then and there. He’d been fantasising about this moment for so long, stroking his cock as he did so. Now that you were really here, almost naked underneath him,  he thought he was going to burst. He knew he needed to calm down before he entered you. The idea of cumming his pants now that he was finally going to have you would be too humiliating to bear. Besides, he’d promised he’d make you feel good.

Kai took a few breaths, trying to think neutral thoughts while unhooking your bra and taking it off. He thought of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning, about washing the dishes and putting them away, anything other than how fucking delicious you looked right now. Slowly, he pulled down your panties, savouring the moment your cunt was truly revealed to him.

As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to taste you. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He threw your panties to the ground and held your legs open. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto your cunt, giving your clit a lick. You squirmed as he did this but his grip on your legs kept them wide open. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Here, taste.” He kissed you on the mouth so you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. It was so erotic, tasting yourself mixed with his saliva. Kai made his way down your neck and to your breasts, biting and sucking on the way, being sure to leave marks. When he got to your nipple, he drew a circle on it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it as well. As his teeth grazed your areola, you yelped in pain but he didn’t stop. He bit it, just hard enough for you to yelp again.

“Kai… That hurts…” you moaned out.

“But you like it,” he smirked.

You did. Kai knew you more than you thought he could and you weren’t sure if you were alarmed or aroused by the thought of it. 

“I need to fuck you now, noona,” Kai said suddenly, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took off his shirt to reveal his perfectly chiselled body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip a little. Fuck, he was sexy. He stood up to pull off his pants and underwear, and you admired his gorgeous body. Why did you have to find him so damn attractive?

He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He was already rock hard but was getting himself ready for you. He knelt down between your legs and used his cock to tease your pussy lips, savouring the feel of the wetness on his tip. 

“You want me to put it in?” He asked, making eye contact with you. He wanted you to want it, to beg for it, even.

“Yes please, Kai,” you replied, spreading your legs open further to his delight. “I want your cock so bad. Please put it in.”

He grinned as pushed himself into you slowly, eliciting a moan from you both. God, he just felt so good filling you up. Hearing you moan with pleasure from something he was doing almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot but he was able to hold firm, closing his eyes and going through the inane motions of his day again. He began moving within you, slowly, hoping to build up a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him.

“Feels good,” you moaned. Kai just felt so in tune with your body in a way that no one had ever been before, certainly not your ex. 

“Yeah, you like it?” He asked, continuing to fuck you while he kissed your jawline. “You’re such a greedy fucking girl, noona…”

You giggled and put your hand in Kai’s hair, grabbing and tugging it a little so that he looked up at you. “You better make me cum tonight or you’re never going to get to fuck me again, baby.”

He raised his eyebrows at your challenge. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard. You’re literally gushing for me. You want me as much as I want you.” He used one hand to reach down and slowly begin playing with your clit, causing you to gasp. “I own this pussy already.”

You moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding away inside you while his fingers were on your sweet spot was enough to almost push you over the edge. Kai, seemingly sensing this, stopped his ministrations, holding himself still.

“Kai!” You exclaimed, half frustrated and half amused. “I was close.”

“No way, noona. You can’t make it that easy for me.” He pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the couch, his back against the sofa cushions. “Get on top of me. I’m gonna make you work to cum.”

Annoyed, you did as he said. Straddling him, you took his length in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. This time it was your turn to tease him, lowering yourself onto him halfway and clenching. Kai grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, while thrusting his own hips up into you. He looked almost irritated. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he said. It was jarring how he seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are… My slut,” he added.

You reached down and grabbed his shoulders for purchase. You bounced on his cock while he grabbed your ass. “Yes Kai, I’m your slut,” you whined out breathlessly. As crazy as it sounded after everything that had happened that night, you wanted to be his, to be owned by him. Being with him felt right and safe. He grabbed you and kissed you again and you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right. Mine. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love being your slut, Kai…” you moaned. 

“And I’m the best you’ve ever had, right? You’ve never been fucked so good before, have you?”

“Never.”

You could feel your orgasm getting closer and it was making you desperate, you babbled incoherently about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved getting fucked by him, how you wanted him to own your body. “I’m gonna cum, Kai, please, please let me cum this time.”

“Of course, noona, you’ve been such a good girl,” Kai replied. “Cum for me,” he said, nipping at your jawline while fingering your clit.

It only took a few seconds to push you over the edge. The orgasm wracked your entire body as you let out an,”Oh my god, Kai!”

Watching you cum for him, and on him, felt like it was going to make him crazy. He used his strength to keep fucking up into you even as you came down from your orgasm. He was going to cum and he wanted to, no, he had to, do it inside you. He would ask your permission, but it didn’t matter what you said, he knew he was going to do it anyway. 

“Noona… I’m gonna cum too… Won’t you let me cum inside your pretty pussy? Please?” 

You panicked a little. You weren’t on any type of birth control and you knew that you were due your period in about two weeks, so it was likely a dangerous time for this. 

“No, Kai… It’s not safe… Not tonight. Next time,” you replied gently, trying to climb up off his cock but he held you on to it firmly. 

“Please, noona,” he said, his voice coming out with a whine. “Please… I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? I made you feel good, right? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, mommy?”

Mommy. No one had ever called you that before. You hadn’t expected it, but the use of that word did something to you. You felt yourself clench. 

“Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy,” you relented, grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. You whispered into his ear, “Cum inside mommy.”

With that Kai flipped you on your back while you were still on his cock. He was on top of you now and he sped his pace up, releasing himself inside you with a groan. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. 

After a few seconds, the two of you readjusted yourselves on the couch so that Kai was laying flat on his back on the couch while you were laying on your side beside him, half on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart pounding inside of it.

“You know what this means, right?” Kai said, running a hand in your hair. 

“Mmm? What does it mean, baby?” You were on the verge of falling asleep at that moment but you forced yourself to stay awake.

“You belong to me now. No one else can touch you ever again.”

“Is that right?” You asked with a sleepy giggle. “And what if I don’t agree to this?” You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He shrugged. “It’s not really up to you.”

“So what? You make my decisions for me now?”

Kai smirked but said nothing, kissing you on the forehead. 

You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. To be honest, you were exhausted and what he was proposing didn’t sound so bad at the moment. It would be nice to be able to not think and put all your responsibilities on Kai.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. Kai slipped out from underneath you, careful not to wake you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to his small bedroom where he put you down on his bed. He smiled to himself at how deep a sleeper you were, you hadn’t moved a muscle when he moved you. He covered you in a blanket and planted a kiss on your cheek before putting on some pajama bottoms and making his way on to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Everything had gone perfectly tonight and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You were his, you hadn’t even argued. All those months of watching you and waiting, convincing your friend to set the two of you up had finally paid off. Tomorrow he’d take you to a secluded house in the forest where he could truly keep you all to himself. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else and he didn’t want anyone else to look at you either. Everything was set up there, the locks on the doors and windows so you couldn’t escape even if you decided you had regrets.

Kai put his cigarette out and tossed it over the balcony. He watched it flicker for a few seconds on the cement below before dying completely, excitedly thinking about what the next day would bring.

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[enkas-illusion]

Muse | Chapter 7

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW - MDNI

Content Warning: Language, smut, heavy making out, oral (f. receiving)

Author’s Note: See the content warning? Hehe. Type of shit you’ve been waiting for. Now we know Eren’s true feelings. Hope you enjoy this.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Eren: I'm here

He sees the three dots indicating you're typing before your caller ID pops up as his phone rings.

“Hi, I'm kinda occupied at the moment… I kept the door unlocked for you. Come up,” you instruct as soon as he picks up.

“Okay madam, got any other orders for this humble servant?” Eren teases.

“Yes, hang up. My hands have dirtied my screen enough already.” 

Eren simply chuckles when he hears random sounds on your end, meaning you really abandoned your phone without hanging up. However, he makes sure to end the call before calling you ‘cute’.

The elevator has a huge board that says ‘UNDER REPAIR’ and he tuts before jogging up the stairs. While Eren is a fit guy, for some reason just walking a few flights of stairs has left him slightly out of breath and he blames it on the rising summer heat. 

Once he reaches your floor, he notices the door to your apartment is left ajar just as you had mentioned. He walks in before locking it behind him.

“Well, that’s all the workout I need for toda–” his words get stuck in his throat when he turns around and his eyes take in the sight of you.

“Hmm?” you look up at him from where you’re sitting on the old stool chair in the living room. You’re wearing a sinfully delicate slip dress that’s way too revealing for his sanity, leaning over the pottery wheel as you knead the clay. 

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice is hoarse, almost parched.

“Familiarising myself with Annie’s wheel incase I really do end up taking pottery next term,” your smile is sincere and innocent.

“Mmhm,” Eren hums. He has so many questions racing in his mind but none are coherent enough to make their way onto his tongue. Instead, all he does is shamelessly stare at your figure – the way the hem of your short dress has gone further up in this position, the way the clay has dirtied your hands, the way the valley of your soft breasts looks so enticing, the smudge of clay on your right cheekbone and finally, your lips so glossy and inviting.

Eren snaps out of it as he grabs the water bottle to take a few big gulps in an attempt to fizzle the fire growing inside him. You stop the motion to look up at him, “Ren, can you give me some too?”

He walks towards you, turning your chair till you’re facing him before bringing the bottle to your mouth and you take a few sips. He notices the tiny drop that trickles down your neck. He mentally slaps himself when finds his thoughts being a bit too vulgar, almost prodding him to lick the drop off your skin.

“I was so thirsty, I can literally feel the water sliding down,” you sigh in relief.

He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t just an excuse to get closer to you when he’s down on his knees in front of you, placing the bottle to the side before bringing his hand up to wipe the clay on your cheek.

You blush as you thank him before commenting, “Why are your fingers so cold? I got goosebumps.”

He’d be lying again if he said he didn’t look down at your cleavage intentionally, ears growing red hot when he sees your perked nipples poke through the thin fabric of your dress. Eren’s breath catches in his throat and he finds himself getting impossibly hard. He decides he wants to take you for himself. No. He decides he needs you for himself.

His body acts on pure lust when his hands slowly slide the shoulder straps of your dress down, the loose fabric barely covering your nipples, “Still cold?”

“Eren,” you almost whimper, eyes a shade darker and skin burning under his touch as he rubs soft circles over your shoulders.

And then it happens. Eren hooks an arm around your waist to pull you to him till you’re straddling his lap. This motion is enough to ride your short dress up further till it’s bunched around your hips. Eren’s fingers roam over your thighs, digging and scratching your soft flesh recklessly as if to mark you as his.

He tuts in annoyance when he realises that you’re holding your arms out, keeping the straps in place to keep your dress from slipping further down to expose your tits.

“Don’t you want me, baby?” he groans as his lips leave feather-light kisses over your neck. 

“Mmhm, I-i do,” you moan breathlessly. His hands roam over your biceps to pull the straps further down till your sorry excuse for a dress can no longer cover your tits. He’s cursing under his breath, taking in the sight before him. When his eyes meet your own lust-ridden ones, it’s all the sign he needs to claim your lips with his. He’s eager to have more of you, shoving his wet tongue into your mouth. All you manage to do is let out muffled moans as he sucks and bites onto your lips, your hands suspended mid-air to avoid dirtying his clothes with the wet clay.

“Eren, fuck– oh god,” your moans makes his ego inflate as his fingers fiddle with your hardened nipples, squeezing and pinching them as his lips move down to suck on your neck. “Shit– feel s-so good,” he hears you mumble as you grind your hips over him to feel some sort of friction. When you feel his erection under you, you try to shift the angle of your hips to feel more of it. 

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” Eren almost whispers, not wanting to break the trance you seem to be in, as he guides your bodies forward till you’re lying down on the floor. His kisses leave a wet trail down your neck, sucking and biting your nipples in turns as he’s pushing your dress further up your hips. He then kisses your belly and when he finally reaches where he longed to be, he looks up at you, dumbfounded at the lack of your panties.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for you, ‘Ren,” you whisper as you readjust your legs to spread them out. He feels himself growing harder at your words and even more so at the sight in front of him.

He massages your feet before he begins peppering soft kisses over your thighs, each wet smooch landing closer to where his lips long to be. You squirm under his touch, cussing softly under your breath. He feels greedy, he wants more of you. With a raw desire to make you scream his name, he dives in without wasting another second, eating you out like a man starved. His tongue slurps and sucks, relishing in just how heavenly your pussy feels. Your thighs clench around his face and he's enjoying every lewd detail of the act – from the warmth of your pussy on his tongue to the desperate sounds he's pulling out of you. Your voice feels muffled, as if he can’t concentrate on anything else but eating you out.

“Eren!” you groan as your hands grab his hair.

He stops, chin glistening with your juices, “What?”

“What’s that sound?” You enquire.

“What sound?”

Then he hears it. It’s faint at first and then blaring loudly into his ears. The incessant beeping of his alarm. His eyes are wide open, grabbing his phone from the side table and turning it off before looking around his empty room. His breath is ragged as sweat beads drip down his forehead. He gulps, mouth dry as he looks down to see the huge tent under his underwear.

Fuck.

Never has Eren ever had a wet dream this vivid before — mostly because he’d have already fucked whoever he found attractive before reaching such depths of desperate longing. He punches the mattress next to him in pathetic agony. 

It was certain. You were going to be the death of him. He was utterly screwed. As if it wasn’t enough already that each morning he had to deal with the unfamiliar feeling in the pit of his chest; how he’d enter the university gates already trying to find you and predict where he could naturally run into you; how he felt like a lost puppy looking for his owner and wagging his metaphorical tail each time he successfully spotted you.

He checks his phone for your text, his heart jumping at the notification of your text. You were so thoughtful of him that you’d sent some links to photography-related books.

You: Should sugar-mommy buy this for you? xo

“So annoying,” he groans. He thought it was so annoying that he found you adorable. Hell must’ve froze over for Eren Jaeger to find a chick adorable of all things. 

He opens his gallery to find the photos of you he had clicked yesterday while taking group photos after lunch. He’d called it testing the lighting setting and you’d indulged him willingly, doing cute poses and exaggerating your expressions. As he swipes through the 10-something shots, he pauses on the one where you’re smiling genuinely, your face resting against the palm of your hand with the short fringe of hair kissing your cheek.

He must’ve abandoned all shame as his hand slides into his shorts. He shuts his eyes as his hand moves down to his dick, stroking it lazily and trying to recall those vivid images of you from moments ago in his dream in hopes of giving himself a much-needed relief.

~ fin ~

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Hi, I hope this will bring the wholesome!

Holy cow!! This game! I can't! ❤️ Little Romi just gave Zel a four-leaf clover! She said that “Did you know you’ll be happy forever & ever if you've got one of these clovers?” She then went on to say that she gave one to her papa & that he was SOOO happy, then gave one to Zel, telling her that she should give one to her papa too! … I gotta say, they did a great job of writing these kids in this game.

So, I'd love to see the Dorfs receiving such a clover from their daughter. Perhaps they’re confused initially, but accept all-the-same, earning him a bright, sunny smile & an “Nï'āmàl'so, Vōda!” (Meaning, “I love you, dad!” But in a slang way. So, it's more like, “love ya, dad!” Āmàl being the platonic or familial use of love.) Before scampering off saying that, she was going to go help Vàma with dinner. Anyway, I imagine the DorfMisers just smiling, looking at the silly little good luck charm… He contemplates tossing it or something of the like.

What do each one decide to do?

Regardless, I imagine that they go about their day until they catch the word “clover,” only half-listening, until he hears a child all pouty over having not been able to find a Happy Clover. The other children ask why she wanted that, who responds that four-leaf clovers are always lucky, but the Picori Festival had just ended a week ago, so all four-leaf clovers still in the ground become Happy Clovers which are extra extra lucky because the Picori always leave extra treats & trinkets during the festival. Reminding them how in class, the teacher said that if you have one then you’ll be happy forever & ever! (Said elderly lady was also his daughter's teacher, so it was almost guaranteed that she'd heard the same tale herself.) “And it’s the last day until the full moon, when the extra luck will disappear for 100 whole years!!” *note that the child was whining* She then complained about how “It’s almost sundown & the princess stole the last one right from under my nose & those are the luckiest!! She could've gotten another one before, cause she’s really good at finding treasure, so she must’ve waited till the last hour to get the best one!!! Selfish!!!” Keep in mind, it was really just little kid talk, no hatred, just annoyance. Nothing a bit of roughhousing won’t resolve.

In other words, rather than keep such a supposedly fae-blessed eternal happiness bestowing treasure for herself (which, is super huge for kids, remember that), the DorfMisers’ darling Vàlàti (princess) had decided to give it to him instead.

How do they react?

If he tossed the clover, does he go searching for it? If so, how does he feel when he does find it again?

Or if he didn't toss it, is he overcome with relief for his forbearance. (Which, in.the cases of Demise, is likely very rare.)

Regardless of which, what does he do & say next time he sees her standing on a stool as she helps her mother knead buns on her tippy toes with a flour smudged màgdàsha (a type of cooking apron made from linen)? Thoughts, feelings, & what do they do afterwards? Do they watch for a bit? Listen to his wife & daughter chat for a moment? Enjoy a moment of peace & contentment & family & just… love. Perhaps that desire for power & conquest is still there, but maybe for now, with these people… maybe he had all he needed for just a moment…

What then? Which of the Dorfs react by saying the classic, “How are my 2 favorite vaien?” (I highly doubt Demise, but I can absolutely see Hedony doing so.)

I'd love a cute little scene where they interact.

Regardless, when Nemma notices the little clover, she comments, “My! That's quite the fortunate find! I could seal that in resine so it won't wilt, if you'd like?”

Response please?

And, if he asks his vehvï why she didn’t keep such a “powerful” treasure for herself. (I imagine him saying the word with a bit of humor. Maybe some fondness.) After all, many would give anything for never-ending happiness. How does he react to her saying, “I’m always happy, but I see how you look sometimes. And I know that being happy doesn’t come as easy for everyone. So, I wanted you to have it, so we can see you smile more. Kaachan likes your smile & so do I! I know your job's important to you, but taking breaks to be happy is important, too!”

Also, the expression on Nemma’s face is like: 🥹, hand pressed to her lips like this: 🤭 with a tiny, tight little smile of, “Oh my goodness, my heart. It is breaking from the wholesome.”

But, how do the DorfMisers react?  Like, just to the realization that his baby wants wishes eternal happiness for him? Thoughts & feelings? How does he respond?

Anyway, thank you! And I'm glad you're sib’s back at home.

I loved that quest. Its so cute. The King of Hyrule in this game was such a 10/10 dad. I loved the father/daughter dynamics between him and Zelda. <3

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What an absolutely heartwarming and rich scene you've crafted! Here’s how I imagine each of the Ganondorfs and Demise might react to Vàlàti’s innocent and deeply thoughtful gift.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

At first, he may be taken aback, almost amused by the clover's "power" as his daughter eagerly hands it to him. He's not prone to sentimentality, so he doesn't give much thought to it until he hears the children’s conversation about the clover’s supposed power to bring eternal happiness. Suddenly, it dawns on him just how meaningful her gesture was, choosing to bestow him with what she saw as boundless happiness. This thought lingers with him as he goes to find her, watching her help her mother in the kitchen. In a rare moment of softness, he places the clover in his pocket, letting himself feel her love and seeing both his daughter and wife as pillars in his life he wouldn’t trade for anything. He might smile and ask, “How are my two favorite vaien?”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Twilight Princess Ganondorf would likely scoff lightly at the idea of a “happy clover” at first, not thinking twice as he sets it down somewhere unceremonious. Yet the overheard conversation about the clover’s rarity makes him reconsider, compelling him to find it again, a shadow of doubt flitting across his mind that it might actually carry some significance. When he sees Vàlàti with her mother, covered in flour and happily chatting, he’d feel a tug of something tender and unfamiliar. He might even join in, maybe calling them his “vaien,” although with that characteristic serious tone he never quite shakes. Yet as he leaves, the clover’s weight in his pocket feels like a reminder of the simple happiness he often overlooks.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his connection to the sea and the endless search for something beyond power, would feel an immediate, instinctive warmth when Vàlàti gives him the clover. He listens carefully to the children’s chatter, quietly intrigued, and feels an ache when he realizes she gave up such a valuable treasure for him. As he watches her, his heart fills with pride, especially when he considers her purity and resilience in wanting to share joy with him. He’s likely to watch Nemma and Vàlàti in that contented silence, whispering a soft, “My girls,” before deciding he’ll keep that clover with him, a little beacon of happiness in his journey.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is initially skeptical of the clover’s “eternal happiness,” dismissing it with a smirk. But after hearing the children’s belief in the clover’s power, he finds himself curiously examining it more closely, his respect for his daughter’s thoughtfulness growing. Watching her help Nemma in the kitchen, he’d feel an unexpected warmth and protective pride, reflecting on her selflessness. He’d keep the clover, reminding himself that her happiness is now woven into his life as much as his ambitions. He might approach them, standing beside Nemma, and murmur, “My two favorite vaien are getting along well, I see,” with a rare softness in his voice.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would initially seem indifferent to the clover, but overhearing the children would leave him thoughtful, the meaning behind his daughter’s gesture settling deeply. He finds himself seeking Vàlàti out, finding her with Nemma in the kitchen. For a moment, he simply watches the pair, feeling an unfamiliar ache at how she wants him to be happy. He might kneel beside her, tucking the clover into a pouch close to his heart. “Thank you, vàlàti,” he’d murmur, his usual commanding tone softened. Her gift makes him realize he might truly desire more for them than he’d once imagined.

Demise

Demise would likely regard the clover as insignificant at first, setting it aside without a second thought. However, hearing the children's talk would jolt something in him—a glimmer of curiosity. The thought of happiness wasn’t something he ever sought, but the fact that she wanted it for him would leave him unexpectedly stirred. He wouldn’t outwardly show much, perhaps, but when he sees her helping Nemma in the kitchen, he watches a while longer than usual, feeling a new, unfamiliar sense of peace. He might finally grumble, “My two favorite vaien,” more for their sakes than his own, the clover tucked into his gauntlet almost without thinking.

If Nemma offers to preserve the clover, most of the Ganondorfs would be moved, likely nodding with a subtle, “Thank you.” After Vàlàti’s explanation, they might feel a pang of tenderness, the realization that their little girl had thought so deeply and selflessly. And if they ask her why she gave it to them, her simple yet profound response would bring an unexpected sense of humility and gratitude.

Demise, meanwhile, would be especially struck by her words about happiness not coming as easily to him. He’d turn her words over in his mind as though unlocking a mystery, perhaps vowing to keep the clover for reasons he can’t yet name, his normally unyielding resolve softened just slightly by his daughter’s gesture.

[atomicjellycat]

Oh my goodness I need that pie recipe!!! It looks so fantastic 🥧🥧😋 Do you cook often?

I sure do! I love baking! And it's much easier than it looks!

So this first recipe is for the pie crust, and it's a flexible one! I use it for apple pies, chicken pot pies, any type o pie! It's buttery flakey heaven!

Remember, confidence! Pastrys can smell fear.

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more to dust,

1/2 Tbsp granulated sugar

1/2 tsp sea salt (1 tsp if you like it saltier, I do personally, but the 1/2 tsp is best for a classic flavor)

1/2 lb COLD unsalted butter, (2 sticks) diced into 1/4" pieces

7 Tbsp ice water, (7 to 8 Tbsp)

Place flour, sugar and salt into the bowl of a food processor and pulse a few times to combine.

(now I don't have a food processor, so I just use a whisk for the dry stuff and my plain ol' hands for the butter Crumbling the cold butter into the flour until it resembles breadcrumbs, mostly incorporated)

Add cold diced butter and pulse the mixture until coarse crumbs form with some pea-sized pieces then stop mixing. Mixture should remain dry and powdery.

(also worth noting the reason you gotta use unsalted butter isn't for any killjoy reason, I love salty shit, the actual chemical composition matters. In what way? Don't remember, but it matters!)

Add 7 Tbsp ice water and pulse just until moist clumps or small balls form. Press a piece of dough between your finger tips and if the dough sticks together, you have added enough water. If not, add more water a teaspoon full at a time.

Be careful not to add too much water or the dough will be sticky and difficult to roll out. It's a bit of a tricky balance, but you want it to squish together very comfortably, but you do NOT want it sticky. I found the 7 tbs are almost always perfect, but take it slow. Again I use my hands for this part, it's easier for me to just feel it out texture wise, than use a spoon.

Transfer dough to a clean work surface, and gather dough together into a ball (it should NOT be smooth and DO NOT knead the dough). Divide dough in half and flatten to form 2 disks, I use a scale to make sure they're similar in size. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate 1 hour before using in recipes that call for pie crust.

If you don't refrigerate, then the butter inside melts and doesn't turn into actual pastry, and u just get sad sweaty dough. NEEDS to be refrigerated, hell sometimes I make double the recipe and freeze the disks until I need them, they freeze and thaw just fine!

Now the apple pie filling! You can start on this phase the moment you put the crust in the fridge!

4 medium granny Smith apples (you want em tart!)

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar (you CAN just do 1 cup regular sugar instead of the 50/50 I do, it makes it less sweet but more rounded in flavor, and I prefer it like that especially since I top it with ice cream, but for a sweeter pie, you can go 1 cup white granulated sugar)

3 tablespoons water

2 tablespoons butter

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 tsp vanilla extract (or as you see fit, I always just do it by eye, but 1 tsp is a safe bet)

1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

Pinch of clove (it makes a huge difference! TRUST)

1 tablespoon + 1 teaspoon cornstarch

2 tablespoons water

1 egg (optional but recommended)

Instructions

Peel, core, and chop apples into rings, and then into halves (I used to always skip this part, but trust me, peeling really does make a huge difference!)

Melt butter and cinnamon over medium heat. Stir in apples, sugar, vanilla extract, nutmeg, cloves & water.

Cover and cook stirring occasionally for 4-6 minutes or until very slightly softened.

In a small dish combine cornstarch and 2 tablespoons water. Add to the pan while stirring and continue to cook until apples are soft (not mushy) and filling is thickened.

Let bubble 1 minute. Then take off heat and Cool. The consistency should be SUPER thick by now, and some of the apples a bit reduced.

Now while the filling is cooling, you'll probably have another 15 minutes of waiting before your dough is done chilling, so have a quick break and come back when the dough is done chilling.

Get your chilled dough, sprinkle some flour on the counter, and roll it out with a rolling pin.

Once nice and flat, stick that bad boy in a pie tin, and carefully flatten it to all the edges, and cut off excess dough over spilling from sides and save it!

Put your cooled apple pie filling in! (Doesn't need to be cold! Warm is fine, just not hot)

Do the same with the second disc of dough, roll it out and stick that bad boy on top, cut off excess dough and save that too!

Now you can crimp the edges together with a fork for that classic line-y look, that's what I do!

Now you're gonna use a sharp knife to poke some holes in the top of the pie for venting heat, or else it'll explode. I usually make one big one in the center, and like 5 around the middle.

Remember that excess dough? Now's the time to get creative! Squish em back together and roll them out flat again, and use a knife to cut fun little designs into it! And stick those designs on top of the pie, (not on the venting spots)

Get yourself an egg and whisk it up in a small bowl. Now brush that egg on top for a nice eggwash.

Bake at 425°F for 30-35 minutes

Now it depends on your oven, you need to know your beast. MY oven likes to scorch shit, so I always watch it like a hawk, and when the top is browned how I like it, I cover in tinfoil for the rest of the cooking time.

And then, LET IT COOL!!!!!!

I know I KNOOOWW you worked so hard you want it so bad but listen that's how you have a really disappointing pie. You need it to have time to solidify, otherwise the filling is just gonna spill out like water. you want it thick and together! So it needs to cool.

Doesn't have to be ALL the way, you can still have it warm, but it cant be hot.

But what I like to do, is make the pie, and then make and have dinner as soon as it's out of the oven. By the time you're finished with dinner, it'll be plenty cool, but plenty warm. Top a little vanilla ice cream on top and enjoy!

Then it's high time for pie time

I hope y'all like it!! And if you have any questions just shoot em my way!! And please post a pic and tag me if you make it!! I love pies and I think a lot more people should make scratch pies!

Also I'm sure the topping would probably SLAM with some thick sugar crystals sprinkled on top, but we don't have those here so :( cannot test it

[tinystarryeyes]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 9

Synopsis: Wonho gives you a massage and gets slightly jealous of your coworkers.

Word count: 2.4k

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Hoseok was still holding your hand, swinging it playfully. You checked your watch for the time: 10:18pm. 

“I suppose I can stay a bit then go home?” You pondered aloud. 

“Do you want to work on the couch? I can get us some blankets? Pillows? Coffee?” Hoseok said excitedly and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Sure.” 

When Hoseok let go of your hand, you brought your bag and laptop over to the couch. “Can I put my feet up?” Hoseok nodded and you made yourself comfortable. You balanced your laptop on your knees on the opposite end of the couch to Hoseok.

You eventually got lost in your work and didn’t notice that Hoseok had stood up and left until you heard him clearing his throat beside you. You almost jumped at the sound. Hoseok was standing holding a cup, probably the coffee he promised, and had several blankets and pillows tucked under his arm as well. 

You lifted your laptop up so Hoseok could lay the blanket over your legs. He placed the pillows down on the coffee table, together with the coffee cup.

“It’s still hot, give it a minute,” he said as he sat down next to your feet. 

You absentmindedly nodded and continued your work. Soon after Hoseok sat down, he scooted closer to you, until he could place your legs over his lap like he had done earlier that night.

“You really like doing that huh?” You chuckled without looking up from your work. 

“I could say the same about you. You’re so focused that I’m slightly worried,” Hoseok said as one of his hands squeezed your calf. 

“Why are… you… worried?” You asked slowly as you kept typing your report. 

Hoseok’s fingers started moving in a pattern as he began massaging your legs. “I was certain you enjoyed my company during dinner today, but this whole time you’ve been enamoured by your screen.” 

Hoseok’s tone was light, and you knew he was joking, but you lowered your laptop screen and directly looked at him. “Well, I am looking at you now.”

Hoseok smiled, but didn’t say anything. He reached over for your coffee cup and handed it to you. He spoke after you took some sips. “Do you like it?”

“The coffee? Yeah, it’s fine.” You drank it quickly. When you drained the cup, Hoseok stopped massaging your legs and reached out a hand to take the mug from you, but you refused. Instead, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it.” 

Hoseok watched as you pushed up the sleeves of your jacket and rinsed the cup. He kept his gaze on you until you returned to the couch. You rolled your shoulders and picked up your laptop to start working again. This movement didn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok. 

“Turn around,” he said when you sat down the same way you were earlier.

“What? How?” You asked, twisting in your seat.

“Turn around so that your back faces me,” he said. He pulled his legs onto the couch and sat cross legged, waiting for you. 

“Uh sure?” You said and began turning around. You gasped when his fingers wrapped around your shoulders.

“Scoot back a little, it’s hard to reach,” he said. 

You wiggled your butt back a little. “Like so? What are you trying to do anyway?” 

“Shoulder massage,” Hoseok replied. The fingers on your shoulders began to move and knead at your skin. “You’ve been working like that for almost an hour now.” 

You hadn’t noticed the time until he mentioned it. “I just need to finalise my evidence summary, and I don’t want to wait till morning.” 

Hoseok hummed in acknowledgement and continued the swirling motions on your skin. Unknowingly, you let out some sighs as you felt yourself relax. Hoseok smiled to himself proudly when he heard them.

After a while, his fingers began slowing down. You were still silently working until he spoke. “Miss y/n, there’s something I need to ask you.”

You stopped typing on your laptop. “Miss y/n? It’s a legal matter then?”

Hoseok’s fingers had now completely stopped and were just resting on your shoulders. “No, it’s about the footage… how much of it will you be submitting as evidence?” 

You started turning around to face Hoseok. “Not a lot actually.”

When you turned around, you saw there was barely an arm’s space between you and Hoseok. If you scooted back a little more, you’d be sitting flush against Hoseok’s chest. If you were a couple, he’d probably circle his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. 

You cleared your throat to stop your thoughts from running to other places and decided to explain more. “It’ll just be footage showing you weren’t involved in anything, and the footage of the secret meeting. Obviously, I’m not submitting footage with me in it since it’s not relevant to the case.”

Hoseok smirked hearing your response. He stopped massaging and let one of his hands drop. He trailed it down your back and placed it on the couch right beside your hip. You knew he wouldn’t touch you but you wished he would.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Hoseok asked as he leaned forward to look at your face. He was just teasing, just like how he placed that hand right at your hip.

You eyed him questioningly. “Are you suggesting I send the prosecutor a video of me enjoying being kissed like that?”

Hoseok’s gaze darkened. “Did you? Enjoy it, I mean?”

You glanced around the room, slightly embarrassed, before answering. “Uh yeah, kinda, I guess?”

“Only kinda?” Hoseok asked.

He hoped you didn’t see his brow starting to furrow. Sure his previous partners said they enjoyed sex with him, but nobody had ever labelled it as “kinda” enjoyable like you did. 

“Well I mean we got interrupted, and it was dark and I was definitely distracted by my case.” You had completely closed your laptop now and placed it on the coffee table. He had your full attention.

“So, if you weren’t interrupted or distracted, would it have been better?” Hoseok asked.

“Yes, probably,” you replied, then scrunched your face in annoyance. “God why are we even having this conversation?”

Hoseok lifted both his hands in a surrender pose. “Hey just making conversation. You’re the one who brought up enjoying it.”

You repositioned yourself to face him on the couch. “Ok, let’s have a conversation.” You sat cross-legged and leaned your elbows on your knees. “Tell me Hoseok, do you know the person in the video?”

Hoseok leaned back against the arm rest, eyeing you amusedly. “Actually I do, and I am wondering how you didn’t recognise them.”

You laughed. “Now I’m wondering what the prosecutor will say if he sees that video.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “He? The prosecutor is a man?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, he actually went to the same law school as me.”

“Were you close?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “The closest we ever got was probably dancing together at a club once. We didn’t plan it, but I bumped into him there.” 

Hoseok folded his arms over his chest. “That seems awfully close.”

“Yeah well you and all your members also saw me get even closer with another man literally hours ago,” you retorted. 

“That’s not the same, you knew one of them,” Hoseok said, biting his lip. 

“Actually, according to you, I know both of them,” you countered. “If it’s so shocking I didn’t recognise who I was with that night, maybe I really should send the footage to the prosecutor. Ask him if he knows the man.”

You were joking, you never intended to send your colleagues footage of your one night stand, but riling up Hoseok was enjoyable. So you reached for your laptop, pretending to get ready to email the clip. But before you could grab you laptop, Hoseok reached out and firmly grabbed your arm. He pulled you back towards the couch and towards him.

“Don’t.” His tone was harsh and his voice was low. He wasn’t joking anymore. “Don’t even think about it.”

Hoseok’s face was much closer to yours now, less than 10 inches away. You were shocked by the closeness and couldn’t hide it.

In Hoseok’s eyes, something like fear flashed across your features, so he loosened his grip but remained close to you. His own features softened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You didn’t pull back. Instead you looked down apologetically, and said, “No, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have joked about exposing somebody else’s privacy like that.”

Hoseok titled his head and asked, “Somebody else? What about your own?”

You looked back up at him. “Well yes, that’s a concern too, but I just assumed you were angry because I’d be exposing someone who is supposedly a famous idol.” 

“Y/n, that was never my concern. It was only ever about you,” Hoseok said, searching your face for any signs of distress. He wasn’t sure whether to feel touched or frustrated that you would show that much consideration to someone whose identity you weren’t even sure about.

But Hoseok’s words made you smile a little. “I never thought a client would care so much about my personal life.”

You were still joking, Hoseok realised. He realised you didn’t actually think Hoseok was preventing that video from being shared because he cared about you. “Don’t joke like that, y/n, I was being serious.”

“Oh uh well then I am sincerely grateful,” you replied, blinking confusedly.

Hoseok used his grip on your arm to pull you in even closer. “I don’t think you understand. It’s not just about privacy, it’s about me not wanting some old fling of yours to see you enjoying yourself like that.”

“But you were cool with your members seeing that,” you said, twisting your lips in thought. “Plus he wasn’t a fling, we just danced once. We’ll be super professional tomorrow, I promise.” 

“And is that a promise to yourself or a promise to me?” Hoseok asked, exactly mirroring your thoughts. 

You didn’t really have an answer. Hoseok had lowered your arms down to the couch now, and pulled his face away from you. And for the record, he in fact wasn’t okay with his members seeing you like that.

“Well are you going to see the prosecutor alone tomorrow?” He asked, then glanced behind at the clock on the wall. “Or rather today?”

You sighed once you saw the time, and felt the tiredness of the day finally reach you. You didn’t have it in you to entertain his antics anymore. “Hoseok, you can come if you want. Like I don’t know why you’d want to, but you can come if you’re free.”

Hoseok’s face lit up. “Actually?”

You nodded. 

“Then text me the address, I will be there,” he said firmly.

Once Hoseok’s attendance had been settled, you yawned and got up off the couch to get your laptop. 

“Don’t tell me you still have work to do? It’s literally midnight,” Hoseok said as he watched you carry the laptop and USBs to your bag on the dinner table

“No, I am packing up actually,” you replied. 

“But it’s late,” Hoseok said.

“Exactly. I need to sleep.” You shouldered your bag.

Hoseok stood from the couch and walked towards you, blocking your path towards the door. “You could sleep here. And you can use the bed so you’ll be more comfortable.”

His comment made you smile. Sleeping pressed against him was nice, and even though you wanted to relive that experience, you knew you couldn’t. “But remember what my uncle said? My things are at home, and I need to look good for the meeting tomorrow.

“So? I can take you shopping in the morning if you want a new outfit or something,” he offered.

“Your schedule says you are busy the whole morning,” you replied. 

“Do you have that thing memorised or something?” He asked laughing, then continued. “But if I wasn’t busy, would you want to go shopping together?”

You played with the strap of your bag before answering. “Sure,” you said tiredly. “Not that I can afford the brands you buy, but I will keep you company.”

Hoseok didn’t reply. Instead, he reached towards your shoulder, and slipped his finger under the strap of your bag to take it from you. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night? It’s late.”

You let Hoseok take your bag. “I know. Which is why we both need sleep.” You let out a yawn for good measure. 

“You’re sleepy,” he said.

“Exactly. That’s why I am going home.” You walked past him towards the door, knowing he would follow you. 

“What if something happens while you’re driving?” Hoseok asked as he placed a hand on the door so that you wouldn’t open it. “You’re tired, what if you crash?”

You looked up and studied his face. His lips pouted, brow furrowed, he was truly considering your wellbeing and you knew better than to poke fun at him for acting this way. His sincerity was endearing.

“Won’t your members be annoyed if I stay over?” You asked. As much as you wanted to sleep with him again, you needed him to provide the excuse you would use to refuse.

“I’d be more worried they’ll annoy you. But if you stay, I’ll do everything to make sure you’re comfortable.”

You decided to keep searching for excuses because Hoseok remained leaning against the door. He would never hold you against your will but you were curious how good his arguments would be.

“But I don’t want to sleep in these clothes, and I need to wash off my makeup.”

“I am idol, I have a ton of skincare products you can borrow. And obviously there’s spare clothes for you.”

“What if my family worries when I don’t come home?”

Hoseok fully leaned his back against the door at that. “I think your family is the least of your concerns.”

“You seem pretty confident about that,” you replied sarcastically.

Hoseok smirked. “You uncle immediately knew you were sleeping at my place. And not only did he know, he found it completely normal.”

Hoseok actually made a good point. Even he looked impressed by his own words. 

“Ok fine. You win.” You turned away from the door and walked back into the apartment.

[chasingwreckage]

The faint hum of jazz music drifted through the dimly lit room, mingling with the scent of lavender oil. Zane lay facedown on the plush massage table, his cheek pressed against the soft covering as he exhaled a long breath. He wasn’t sure how Cyrus had talked him into this—he’d never been the type to sit still for long, let alone let someone work on his body like this. But now, as strong, practiced hands pressed into the tight knots of his shoulders, Zane was beginning to see the appeal.

“Relax,” Cyrus murmured, his voice low and soothing. It rolled over Zane like the warm heat of the oil being smoothed across his back. Easy for him to say—Zane couldn’t remember the last time he’d truly felt at ease. Still, there was something reassuring about the steady pressure of Cyrus’s hands, the way he seemed to know exactly where to press and how much force to apply.

Zane winced as Cyrus’s thumbs dug into a particularly tense spot just below his neck. “God,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the table. “You trying to kill me, or is this your version of tough love?”

Cyrus chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. “You’ve been carrying stress here for weeks. I’m just doing you a favor,” he replied, kneading the area with deliberate precision. “Though I guess you could call it tough love.”

Zane wanted to retort, but the way Cyrus worked over that knot had him letting out a low, involuntary groan instead. The release of tension was almost painful, but it came with an undeniable relief that had his muscles melting under Cyrus’s touch. He swore he heard a smirk in Cyrus’s voice when he said, “See? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t get cocky,” Zane muttered, though he knew it was a losing battle. Cyrus had a way of getting under his skin, both literally and figuratively.

As Cyrus’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of Zane’s spine, Zane felt himself sinking further into the table. His thoughts began to drift, the tension in his body slowly unwinding. Each press and pull of Cyrus’s hands seemed to coax out another layer of stress, leaving him feeling lighter, looser. He wasn’t used to letting go like this—wasn’t used to letting anyone take care of him, if he was honest. But Cyrus made it feel…natural.

“You’ve got to stop pushing yourself so hard,” Cyrus said, his hands pausing briefly to add more oil. “Your body’s telling you it needs a break, and you’re not listening.”

Zane huffed out a breath, though it lacked his usual bite. “Yeah, well, life doesn’t exactly wait for me to catch up.”

“Maybe not,” Cyrus replied, his fingers working into the tense muscles of Zane’s lower back. “But if you don’t take care of yourself, you’re not going to be much good to anyone else.”

The words struck a chord, though Zane didn’t respond. He hated how Cyrus could see right through him, how he always seemed to know what Zane needed to hear—even if he didn’t want to admit it.

By the time Cyrus reached his legs, Zane had given up trying to resist the pull of relaxation. The steady rhythm of Cyrus’s hands, the soft music, and the warm glow of the room lulled him into a state of near-tranquility. He could feel the tension melting away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his limbs like liquid sunlight.

When Cyrus finally stepped back, his hands leaving Zane’s body, Zane almost missed the contact. He lifted his head slightly, peering over his shoulder with a lopsided grin. “You know, you’re pretty good at this. Should I be worried you’ve got a secret career as a masseuse?”

Cyrus laughed, his expression equal parts amusement and fondness. “Only for you, Zane.”

Zane rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his chest lingered long after the massage was over.

@coivi asked: 「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage. | 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

[full-of-mercy]

"Just-"

Nicholas huffs, chewing on his agitation as surely as he might the stick of a sucker or the filter of a cigarette if he had either at his disposal. It's always easier when he has something to lock his teeth around, and right now the graceful line of Vash's exposed throat is looking tempting.

Lord, he'd better look elsewhere before he acts on it, actualizes, because he does not have his sunglasses to disguise the rounding of his pupils the way his name sounds in surprise. The only light on in the little room is over the bathroom vanity, but neither of them need much illumination to see by. That's the problem with perceptive people. That's the problem with honest faces presented with things that are beautiful and tragic and immensely powerful.

Vash could snap him in half if he had a mind to. Could tear him apart in a blink. Could leverage his abilities to ensure nobody ever touched him. Could be just like his twin, marble eidolon on a pedestal above all. He won't, he doesn't, but he could, he isn't without his defenses, he has fangs and can move with an unfettered grace like a true predator when he sets aside the people-pleasing mask, and that.

That just makes it worse. Better. Harder. It shouldn't be so attractive. Shit, fuck, focus.

Wolfwood kneads, slow and sure. More sure than he feels. Steadier than the oscillating tremor that wants to crawl up his arms ought to allow.

"-just shut up a minute."

It comes out soft. Mealy, almost. He pinches the inside of his lower lip with too-sharp canines, stifling himself, waking up a little against the sluggish drag of bruise-heat and exhaustion and other things spilling out without his say so.

"It ain't your fault. You can't control what people think or do. But you lean in to it too. S'like you want to let 'em hurt you so they feel better about themselves. Mortification of the flesh, absolution of sin type shit. Flagellation and confessional every damn time you pick a bullet out your hide."

As if to assuage his own hypocrisy, he grunts, shuffle-sitting up and slinging his arms around. He aims to guide Vash down horizontal atop himself, belly to belly, and isn't thinking of his own entrapment. That may bite him later.

That is a problem for future Nicholas; he ignores the protest of his own bruised back, seeking instead to focus on the stiffness in the Stampede's shoulders.

"... the whole Jesus act didn't work out for the guy in the books."

And Vash watches as Nicholas lifts his hands and reaches out to him, he could have easily dodged those hands if he wanted to, but he had finally found a halfway comfortable position to sit in and if he was honest he wanted to find out what the other intended to do.

“Nicholas, what are you.. -eek!”

The pressure on his shoulders wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but he was sore and bruised, and it took a moment to get used to the circling kneading motions, and more often than not Vash had to prevent himself from squirming and trying to get away from these almost gentle hands. It wasn’t the case that he didn’t enjoy it, but the truth was that it was almost strange and definitely unfamiliar to be touched without the intention to harm.

Vash knew how cruel humans could be with their hands, especially if they wanted to feel powerful. How many times had he been punched, stabbed, shot? All that violence he had experienced led to those countless scars that were covering his body, and it was also the reason he avoided physical touch most of the time unless he was the one to initiate it. But this? It was new and therefore exciting but also scary, and when Vash the Stampede was confronted with fear, his go-to tactic would always be to distract or laugh about it.

“What do you mean ‘bullet sponge’? It is not my fault people are shooting at me all the time!” But yes, it was. As for someone with such a massive bounty on his head, Vash still was too friendly, too open, too much in love with humanity to avoid them to save his own skin.

“Well, but this is..” Nice. Vash wanted so badly to let Wolfwood know he appreciated he gesture, and that he had heard the concern in his voice despite him trying to hide it, but there was still worry on his own side. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing or make the wrong move and cause Nicholas to retreat, this moment of tenderness felt so incredibly fragile and wasn’t it the fate of the Humanoid Typhoon to destroy everything he touched? Vash couldn’t express the gratitude he felt towards Wolfwood with words, so instead he slightly leaned to the side, offering more of his back for Nicholas to get his hands on. A silent way to show his trust, an invitation to let his hands roam further.

[hauntedtayride]

Miss Taylor... What is this nail polish color? I ABSOLUTELY MOST DEFINITELY NEED IT. I see sparkles and I'm all 🤩  @taylorswift