#and vernon spitting fire

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lalali mv .... another day another slay

me after the mv

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TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT - SVT- hip hop unit

requested?: no

pairing(s): HHU unit x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI)

warning(s): fivesome,dom/sub dynamics, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), blindfolded reader,bondage,use of butt plug,vibrators,dildos, deep throating, spitting (fem!rec), overstim, degradation (slut, whore,cockslut, cumslut),praise (good girl, sweetheart, sweet girl,gorgeous),squirting,Dacryphilia,clit stimulation,nipple play,hair pulling, oral (m&f!rec), creampie, size kink, slight choking (fem!rec - on Gyu’s behalf),spanking, masturbation, begging (fem)

Summary:you always had a fantasy of your boyfriend (Wonwoo) and the rest of his unit to treat you like a slut

word count: 4k (give or take a little more)

A/N: so, I don't know what possessed me to write this but I've been thinking about it for a couple weeks, debating and whatnot. So go finally have this up and published feels relieving and i hope you all enjoy just this smutty mess for the hip hop unit xoxo – Eva

To say your sex life with Wonwoo was vanilla would be a complete lie. In the years of dating him, you have explored just about everything that you've been interested in but one thing that you guys have never done was invite another person into the bedroom.

It wasn’t that you weren't into the idea or anything but sex with Wonwoo was struck out of random places and times. To invite another person it would take time and commitment and both of you to agree on the said person who you’d fuck. So when you slyly mentioned that you wouldn't mind being treated like a slut by Wonwoo and the rest of his unit, he was delighted and secretly started to plan the long night out.

He got Vernon’s, Mingyu and Seungcheol schedules and figured out a day when they all got off together at the same time. He texted you that they were gonna come around for a couple hours. You were completely fine with it because they would normally come around too when they left work together.

You wait until they get there and welcome them all accordingly as they all trudge into the living room and take a seat on either the chairs or couch. You sit on the end tucked up to Wonwoo’s side as you listen to the conversation and sometimes talk. Wonwoo mindlessly strokes your side as a sign of love but you couldn't help but feel aroused. He looked so manly with his fit and hair styled like that, and the pièce de résistance, the glasses that sat on his face so perfectly. God, you could've cum right there and then but you had dignity and (some) self-control.

You look over to Vernon, his black hair, small comforting smile and casual outfit, Mingyu and his bulging muscles and puppy eyed expression and then the leader, Seungcheol and his lazy eyes and small smirk. It made you needy but you were able to control it - for now.

Wonwoo looked at you and saw your flushed cheeks and ears and how tightly your legs were clenched together. He smirked, reaching his hand to your thigh and rubbing it gently, showing no motive for sex but you knew he was only teasing ”Wonu” you whisper and he hums to you already knowing what you were going to say ”need you, Wonwoo”, the words coming from your mouth set a spark of fire through Wonwoo’s body and he groans softly, shifting in his seat as he feels himself becoming hard.

He grips your thigh tightly. His other hand leaves your side and slips under your leggings tracing your hip and down to your panties. You squirm slightly making Mingyu look over and ask if you are okay, you nod and hum as Wonwoo cups your pussy in his hand making the 3 other men look over and down at your mewl. Wonwoo smirks as he feels the slight damp patch on your panties.

He pulls his hand away and sits you on his lap, legs spread. You blush and look away, he told them about your fantasy and they were here to fulfil it. ”don't be shy, sweetheart,” you hear Mingyu say and he shifts and stands up walking to you and kneeling on the floor, in between your spread legs

Your breathing increases as you see Mingyu kneel. You thought it was a dream, him on the floor whilst you sat on your boyfriend's lap, panties soaked. ”Please” you beg, wanting something from any of the four men that were sitting in your living room. Wonwoo patted your hip and removed his hand from your panties. You stood and went to the bedroom, waiting for them to follow.

They were taking too long so you strip from your shirt and leggings leaving yourself in your bra and panties but you wanted to be fully bare so you remove your bra,letting your tits free and shimmy your panties down. You were now completely naked except the buttplug in your ass, courtesy of Wonwoo and his schemes.

You were soaking and no one seemed to be coming to you so you decided to grab a dildo from where they were kept and some lube. It was an average purple silicone dildo, not massively long and girthy but enough to get you to your orgasm when Wonwoo wasn't at home. You uncap the lube and put some on the dildo, letting it coat it. You sit on your knees and position it so you could just slide down it and so you did. Inch by inch you move slowly down the toy until you are at its hilt. You moan, not caring how loud, as you get used to it.

You lift yourself and move back down, hearing yourself and seeing yourself through the mirror that was on the wall in front of your bed. You keep moving, switching from rolling your hips to bouncing as you feel your stomach tighten, you were already close because you were so worked up. You moan out and cry out a different name every time making sure you were loud enough for everyone to hear. You shut your eyes and keep your mouth open letting all the noises fly out from expletives to whines and whimpers.

Your orgasm ripples through you,leaving you heaving and breathless. You open your eyes and see four pairs of eyes staring at you, you instantly blush and remove the dildo from inside you now covered in your cum and juices.

You hear someone tsk and walk over to the bed. It was your boyfriend, Wonwoo. ”Look at you being a naughty little slut, you couldn't wait for us, hmm? What a bad girl. Turn around, gorgeous, let me see the plug in your cute little ass” the praise and degradation in his words make you mewl and follow his instructions. You turned around so you were facing the wall on your knees. You lean down so you are face down ass up and wait ‘patiently’ for your decided punishment. You knew it was spanking but you didn’t know how many you’d receive. There were four of them after all.

Suddenly a hand comes down, hard, on your left ass cheek making you jolt forward and yelp. You look back and see Mingyu ready to bring his hand down again. You close your eyes and wait for the impact. It comes down again. Seungcheol says ”Be a sweet girl and take the punishment, yeah? 5 from each of us to learn your lesson” you whimper in response whilst, for the third time, Mingyu’s hand smacks your arse. He lays his last two on your left cheek and switches with Vernon.

He spreads your legs a little more so he could see your glistening pussy, juices leaking out. You whimper and look behind you. Vernon’s eyes were only looking at your pussy, almost admiring it. He lifts his hand and leaves a small smack on your pussy. You jolt with that. You’d never had your pussy slapped before but it felt oddly nice? For some reason you wanted it again so Vernon did it again, directly on your clit another 4 times, quick and easy.

You were half way through your (possible) neverending punishment. Your left arse cheek was hurting and your pussy was soaking and needy. Next up was Wonwoo who was also quick with his punishment,leaving your right arse cheek red too. You felt overwhelmed in pleasure and you couldn't get enough, you needed more, so much more. Seungcheol was the final one and you were quite scared for his turn.

He sees the slight fear in your face and leans down to press a kiss on each ass cheek and clit before bringing his hand down twice on each cheek then his final on your clit making you flinch hard and fall onto the bed. You were a trembling mess who was fighting for a release.

”poor little whore, can’t even deal with one spanking” you shake your head in protest. ”I can, I can, I swear!” you turn around and look at them all. They were all sporting either semis or full hard-ons. To know that you made them like this through only spanking you felt a little bit of pride with a shitload of smugness. You bite your lip and get off the bed and kneel in front of Wonwoo,looking up at him with your pretty doe eyed look.

He looks down at you,reaching out to caress your cheek softly. You reach up to his belt and unbuckle it,pulling it off, undoing his pants and pulling them down and off. He was left in his boxers, bulge noticeable in his CK briefs. You were practically salivating for his cock whilst the other three stood/ sat, cocks aching for your mouth,hands, pussy. They all needed you so badly but you were going to please Wonu first.

You pull his boxers down, cock being freed as you wrap your hands around it. You hear his breathing increase as you look up, moving your hands and kitten licking the leaking tip. You take the tip in your mouth and suck it softly, teasing him with your tongue. A hand comes down to the back of your head, carding through it before pushing your head down to take his cock further down your throat. You gag and Vernon looks worried but Wonu brushes it off ”she’s a little cockslut, loves to gag on my dick, don't you gorgeous?”

You moan around him and bob your head, up and down, up and down continuously. You cup his balls and remove his dick from your mouth, going down to suck his balls and jerk him off. Wonwoo groans and moans as you work your mouth all over his cock and balls. His hand tightens in your hair and bucks his hips forward ”gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours, sweet girl, take all of it and you can have the other cocks” you get back to bobbing your head, licking and swirling your wet appendage all over his length.

Wonwoo gets all whiny and whimpery when he gets close and with a few firm sucks on the tip, his cum was coating your throat, thick ropes eloping down your oesophagus. You didn't stop moving your head until he was pulling your mouth off of him from oversensitivity.

You pull off him with an audible pop and swallow thickly,looking up and Wonwoo with your watery eyes.He strokes your cheek and tells Seungcheol to lie down and for you to climb on his face. Your sopping pussy was now in direct contact with Seungcheol’s mouth as he licks and sucks softly at your clit making you moan and roll your hips.

You look up and notice Vernon and Mingyu at the foot of the bed with their cocks out, hard and ready. You take both of them in your hands and jerk them off. You keep your hips going, Seungcheol’s nose bumping your clit as he eats you out like a starved man. You tighten your hands and move them quicker,leaning forward to suck and lick Mingyu and Vernon’s tips one at a time. The scene was already filthy and the night has not properly started yet. If this was the starter, you were in for a fucking treat all through tonight.

”Cheollie, m’gonna cum!” you moan as you feel your orgasm start to build. It started at your toes and top of the head, compressing down to your stomach, feeling like you needed to pee. You knew you were gonna squirt, the telltale signs so obvious to you now that Wonu had made you do it so many times in the past. ”oh shit,shit, shit” you moan out loud as your liquid squirts into Seungcheol’s mouth, down his chin soaking his shoulders. You throw your head back. Your chest heaves as Seungcheol moves you off of his, now soaking, face so you could continue pleasuring Vernon and Mingyu.

You tease them by licking their tips. They were desperate for a release and so they came. Mingyu was louder than Vernon, moaning and groaning as you jerked him off through his orgasm whispering sweet things such as; ”so good for coming all over me. I love it Gyu, more, gimme more” Vernon on the other hand was quiet but he bucked his hips to get over the afterwaves of his orgasm. You release their cocks from your hands and go lay down, waiting for what is coming next.

Wonwoo walks over and ties a black, silk blindfold over your eyes. Next was Vernon with a belt ”hand to your front, sweetheart” and so you follow, hands on your stomach as Vernon ties them together in a makeshift handcuff situation. ”My sweet girl, are you gonna let us fuck you now, all of us in your tight little pussy? Can you take all of us, gorgeous? Let us fill you nice and full like the little cumslut you are” you nod your head and respond verbally. ”yes, i'll be your cumslut, i'll take it all like a good little cockslut”. You couldn't see but you knew all of them were smirking at your obedience just for some cock, you were desperate and aching to be filled up, to be taken and used by 4 hot men.

Someone pulled you so your legs were dangling off the bed, a pillow got situated under your hips and small kisses were left down your body. You giggle at the softness and hear Mingyu’s chuckle. You spread your legs further as one of them ends up on Gyu’s shoulder and he jerks himself,lining his cock up with your sopping needy little hole. He slowly pushes in, feeling your gummy walls stretch to his size

You moan at the intrusion. You try your hardest not to clench as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust before he begins to move. Mingyu pulls out just until his tip is inside you then slams his hips forward quickly, making your body jolt. He holds your legs to his chest,together so you’d be more tight for him. His pace is relentless,hard and fast, not slowing down and putting his thumb on your clit rubbing small figure 8’s on it,driving you mad already like you didn't have another 3 cocks to take tonight.

”Gyu, so good, you're so deep and’ i’m so full” your eyes were half shut, pupils blown out with pleasure as you get fucked raw by Mingyu. He was loving every second of it too. Your soft walls are practically suffocating his fat cock, wanting to be milked dry by you. He moans, not shameful but very vocal on how good your pussy was. He kisses your calf as he moves your legs so you are folded in half as he speeds up more (if that was possible). He moves his hands to hold your legs to keep you folded.

Your orgasm was coming quickly as you moaned as loud as you wanted. You couldn't see anything but you felt the tears running down your soft cheeks. Nails indenting your palms as your breathing irregular as your impending orgasm makes your body tingle ”Gyu, please, please. M’gonna cum!” he hums and mumbles (in the jumbled moans coming from him) that he was getting close too.

He lets your legs go and they fall back down onto the bed as you try to move your hips in time with the brutal pace Mingyu had set for you since you were so desperate for cock. ”gonna take it all for me, huh? Be a good little cumdump for me, nice and deep. Fill you till your stomach is full, sweetheart” Mingyu yet again praises and degrades you just how you like it and it makes you continuously clench until you reach your peak and come around his cock.

You moan, whimper and whine and lift your hips, as Mingyu comes too, filling your pussy with white ropes of his come. You loved it, the feeling of being helpless, bound and blinded for your boyfriend and friends to use. You felt dirty, whore-like but it's what you wanted. Mingyu eventually pulls out of you, a string of his and your cum leaking out onto the sheets below, like you cared.

He leans down, kissing you softly and praising you for taking his cock so well and how wonderful you felt. His words brought you a splash of pride and you thank him quietly. The blindfold gets removed and you see Vernon as soon as it was lifted ”Nonie” you whisper and he strokes your head, peppering your face with small kisses. He answers to the nickname and undoes the belt on your wrists, kissing the slightly reddened marks. ”Need you to roll onto your stomach, sweet girl,” you nod and do just that, adjusting the pillow but Vernon removes it and lifts your hips ”ass up, gorgeous”

You leave your ass up and feel Vernon get behind you tying the blindfold once again before he lines up quickly not wanting to waste his time to have you to himself. He slowly pushes in and lets out a small huff as he bottoms out feeling immense pleasure already unmoving. He lets you get used to it, not wanting to go fast and bring you to the limit right away, he wanted to go slow and drag it out as much as he could before he came.

”Move, Nonie, you can move” Vernon pulls out slowly to slide right back in, finding a slow pace, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You whimper every time his tip kisses your g-spot. You struggle to keep your hips still so you claw the sheets below you. ”mm, feels good” his deep, slow strokes were bringing you to ecstacy

It was a lot different from Mingyu's but you didn't mind one bit in fact you loved this after the rough relentless pace You endured. Vernon kept this way the entire time it took you to reach your peak, his hand reaching under to rub your clit making your orgasm more intense,longer lasting. Your legs quiver as your hands relax on the sheets.

Vernon pulls out,kissing down your back and rolling you over to your back and sitting you up. He unties the blindfold and the light makes your eyes squint. Your boyfriend,Wonwoo, had gotten you a drink and a little pack of Haribo cherries to bring your energy back up for him and Seungcheol, knowing you get tired quickly.

You eat them and drink half the water before you are ready again. Seungcheol sits on the bed coaxing you over to sit on his lap ”got enough energy to ride me gorgeous girl?” You look at Seungcheol, still slightly tired. You nod anyway and sit up on your knees, gently grabbing and lining his cock up with your hole. Seungcheol was long and girthy, you knew it’d be a stretch but you could cope, maybe. There was only one way to find out so you slide down his cock slowly,careful not to hurt yourself.

You had to relax yourself so you could bottom out which took some time. Finally you sat fully on Seungcheol’s cock feeling full as you looked down to see where your bodies connected. He notices and gently lifts your chin, bringing your lips closer to his so he could kiss you. Seungcheol lets you set the pace, rocking your hips,circling them before lifting up and bringing yourself back down onto him. He mostly groans quietly along with your gentle moans and mewls,speaking degrading praise into your ear,pressing kisses down your neck.

Seungcheol had one of his hands on your hip,rubbing it and the other on your tits, squeezing, sucking,licking,kissing them,showing them attention. You speed up your movements and that's when Seungcheol begins to meet his hips up to yours. He leans back so he could punch up to your tight, dewy cunt. You let your mouth stay open. You couldn't give two flying fucks if you started to drool. You already had 3 dicks including Cheol's inside of you.

”mmh, ngh” you weren't making any sense, your brain was mushed as your body moved by itself bouncing on his cock chasing another mind blowing orgasm quickly. You lean down and kiss him sloppily, not caring. You loved it, he loved it. Seungcheol started to rub your clit to bring more pleasure to your shaking body. ”ahh, ahh, oh God, yes Cheol, yes!” He smirked loving every sound from your slutty mouth.

You couldn't anymore. You lean forward still moving your hips whilst your head rested on his shoulder. At this point Seungcheol was doing all the work as you chased your release. Seungcheol was also close, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, he was panting and kissing anywhere he could reach. His tip graced your g-spot making your walls spasm and tighten around his cock milking you to your release and his.

You sit up and rock your hips to ride out your highs. You were spent and still had one more cock to go, your boyfriend's cock.you lift your hips and let Seungcheol slide out of you. Your legs felt like jello and ready to collapse at any moment. Seungcheol moved off of the bed,letting Wonwoo take his place and lay down on it. You crawl to him and lay down so your back is against his chest. He holds your legs open. You clench around nothing, letting the other 3 mens cum drip out of you.

He lines his cock to your slutty hole and sinks into you, you clench around him instantly,your cunt welcoming him back. You whimper and rest your head on his shoulder as he pumps up into you. You couldn't help but just moan out how good it felt. Wonwoo makes you hold your legs open for him as he rubs your belly and clit.

”feels so good, baby, love it. Love your cock so much” you feel his breathing in your ear. He kisses it softly and keeps his hips going. You roll your hips downwards as much and you could ”there we go, such a beautiful cumslut for us all. Want to be nice and full of all of us” you whine at his words only for him to praise you. ”gorgeous girl, took all of our cum, so well so proud of you”

Those words spurred you on to your last and most powerful orgasm, body trembling as you squirt,pushing his cock out of you. His cum leaks down his tip and around his glistening cock. Wonwoo's cum smeers onto your folds as your body shakes from the aftershock

He moves you off him and lays you on the bed. He kisses down your body,slowly soothing your shakes. He turns you on your side to remove the buttplug, you shiver and whimper but Vernon comes in clutch to kiss you to comfort.

Mingyu, now dressed with boxers, comes back with a damp towel for Wonwoo and you. Mingyu strokes your hair and kisses your forehead and cheeks repeatedly whilst Wonu cleans your thighs and pussy. You shiver and feel Seungcheol pick you up bridal style and take you to the already run bathtub due to Vernon running it.

It had a bath bomb in and rose petals. He had lit some candles making it cosy. You lay back and relax. You sip some water that was provided by your boyfriend as he joins you in the bath to soak for a while.

After nearly an hour the water turned colder and it was time to get out. Wonu wraps a towel around his waist before helping you dry off. He guides you into your shared room and dresses you in pj's. He lays you down in bed and gets in beside you, kissing you goodnight. ”did you enjoy it sweet girl”

You nod sleepily and cuddle into him closing your eyes ”I wanna do it again sometime, i love you” Wonwoo smiles and holds you close ”One day baby, but not soon, let's get you rested up. I love you”

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call me pretty (m)

vernon x f!reader 0.9k tags: established relationship, fluff, smut, dirty talk, pet names, heavy on pet names and praise and woooeirieiioktjtj

a/n: someday i'll write abt someone else.... not today though WOOOOWHOHOOO (tldr; utterly self indulgent vern smut <3)

vernon knows you like all the usual nasty stuff.

choking, spitting, taking you from behind, hair pulling, being controlled. you know, the usual. and in general, the sex is pretty good—he feels good inside you, knows what to do with his hands, always makes you feel loved.

apart from sex, however, vernon is pretty low-key when it comes to being a boyfriend. he’s more of a shower than a teller, like bringing you coffee at work or helping you out around the house without being asked. he tells you when you look nice, he picks out gifts that remind him of you. you’ve come to learn that being with vernon is constant assurance that he likes you, even if he doesn’t say it all the time.

you don’t need to hear him say that you look good, but it certainly doesn’t hurt.

the first time vernon says it and says it in earnest, he’s balls deep in you, fingers twisted deep in the pillowcase under your head. already you’ve been feeling the fire coursing through your veins, being so close to him like this, feeling vernon’s skin against your own. you always feel close to him, but something about missionary today has your toes curling and a yearning boiling in your gut so strong you can’t stop touching him. his chest, his biceps, his neck, his face. if you could crawl through vernon’s skin and sit in the cavern in his heart made for you, you would.

vernon’s cock pushes in deep and you feel the air leave your lungs, cheeks flushed, fingers wound deep in his damp curls.

“fuck, you look so pretty, baby,” vernon mutters. his voice is hoarse as he says again, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby, for me.”

the words hit you like a bowling ball and you go utterly still as a wave of heat so strong pulses through your body from your chest to your fingertips, leaving you breathless again. your jaw drops open as vernon groans, his cock still deep in you as he falls into the rhythm he knows you like. it thrums in your chest, the word.

pretty.

you let out a strangled groan as vernon noses along your jaw, one hand coming to rest at the base of your throat but not squeezing—just a subtle reminder that you’re completely his. as if you needed a sign as he groans more praise against your skin, leaving you hot all over and clenching desperately around his cock.

“shit–” vernon chokes, “what’s going on with you today?” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you take him all the way again, his hips slapping against your ass in the way you like.

words are scarce as you struggle to breathe normally. you knit your eyebrows together as you feel another wrench of pleasure in your stomach. “call me–fuck–pretty–”

vernon pulls away in surprise, hips stuttering, dark eyes wide. you can’t even stifle the whine that comes from your throat; everything is so sensitive today that the loss of sensation leaves you feeling achy. vernon grins, slow and affectionate as you squirm. he raises an eyebrow and leans forward to press his forehead to yours as his cock slips out and back in.

“you like that, honey, hmm? when i call you pretty? when i tell you how much i love you?” vernon murmurs, voice raspy under his breath. you feel the praise in your stomach as you cry out, nails biting into his scalp. “god, you’re so tight.”

you don’t even have the brainpower to talk back like you usually do. all you hear is vernon murmuring you're so pretty, baby a thousand times over in your head, leaving you warm and dizzy. all you can manage is a jerk of your head, as you feel yourself approach release. vernon’s hand finds yours, squeezing tight as you gasp.

“come for me, baby, wanna see it,” vernon pleads, wasted on you as he nears his own release. “for me, pretty girl–”

you squeeze your eyes shut as you come, going stiff as it takes over your whole body, seeing white behind your eyelids. as you clench around his cock, vernon comes shortly after, muttering curses under his breath with his hand still wrapped securely in yours. your chests heave and a few seconds pass before you have the energy to peel your eyes open. your body feels heavy, utterly spent from the sudden onslaught of feeling.

when you’ve both recovered vernon pulls out and rolls onto his side. his dark eyes are thoughtful as he brushes a strand of limp hair out of your face.

“pretty, huh?” vernon says, smiling slow. you feel another burst of warmth in your gut and bite your lip. “you like when i compliment you?”

you nod slowly and feel a flush creep up the back of your neck and onto your cheeks. vernon chuckles and swipes a thumb over it.

“so definitely.”

you hide your face in your hands, biting back a smile. vernon never failed to leave you feeling like a giddy teenager, even after so long.

“it’s nice,” is the best you can come up with when vernon looks at you like you hung the stars.

he scoots closer, slinging an arm low over your hip and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. through your fingers you see him gazing at you with so much love your heart squeezes tight in your chest.

“anything for my pretty girl.”

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other stuff!!! :3

[soonyoungs]

hiii love ur writing!! if you can, could you write for ot13 or your bias' reaction to their s/o kissing them on a variety show or live broadcast? (+ their relationship is public and accepted hehe) thankyouu!!

hi there angel, i appreciate you so, so much! i’m so sorry this took forever but i hope you like it! 🥺♡︎

scoups: how dare you! he’s meant to be the big, tough leader and now you’ve reduced him to complete mush. he’s staring at you with soft, glowing eyes and a small pout on his lips. he knows there’s no way he can recollect himself enough to bring him back to full leader mode, not with how his cheeks are glowing dark red and everyone mercilessly teasing him 

jeonghan: smug, smug, smug! smirking into the kiss, fingers twitching as he resists the urge to pull you in, deeper. continues to smirk as you return to your seat and get settled back in. makes a show of running his thumb over his bottom lip as he looks in to the camera.

joshua: confused! freezes in place thinking you’re planning to trick him or do something for the show, but when you lean in and kiss him he softens and gives you a kiss back. ears turning red as he pretends to be cool and suave. waving a hand to thank everyone when the studio claps and cheers.

jun: stunned! eyes wide open, mouth puckered and completely frozen to his seat. he was not expecting this from you. his brain is completely fried and will be speaking in stutters and incoherent sentences for the rest of the program.

hoshi: he’s so giddy that you’re kissing him he forgets his current situation. gives you smalls pecks back all while letting out loud giggles. when you’ve had your fill and move away from him he wipes the excess spit from his moth with the back of his hand, feet wiggling the entire time.

wonwoo: doesn’t see it coming. literally. he’s not wearing his glasses so when you move in to kiss him he almost dodges you completely. it’s only when he feels your hands on his head, keeping him in place, does he realize what’s happening. let’s you kiss him as you please and when your finished he just can’t stop grinning

woozi: eyebrows immediately raised in surprise. he’s not overly physically affectionate, especially not publicly so he isn’t sure what to do or say. can’t help but go “oh?” when you release him from the smooch

dk: someone else who starts off confused and then just melts when you give him a soft kiss. a soft giggle leaves his mouth and he’s looking at you like you are his whole world. isn’t able to focus on anything else because he’s too busy staring at you, touching his lips, or quietly giggling to himself. ends up needing your help to complete the show

mingyu: flustered of course. he’s incredibly affectionate so he has no issues with your kiss, but he is incredibly easy to embarrass. ears are red as soon as you move in close to him. constant whispers of shy “why? why? why?”s as you lean in. as soon as you give him a peck he’s kicking his feet back and forth, his entire body fidgeting giddily. continues to hold your hand and be as physically affectionate as possible 

the8: tries to stay calm but isn’t great at keeping a poker face. the minute you plant your lips on him to the time you release him his fingers are fidgeting and he’s trying to contain his happy laughter. 

seungkwan: the theatrics! he will be loud with his surprise. yelling about why would you do that, how he’s utterly embarrassed and now no one is going to take him seriously and also how he loves you and you’re so cute and sweet. cheeks are on fire and he’ll be huffing and puffing erratically for a while because he’s so overwhelmed.

vernon: slow to react, torn between wanting to kiss you back and preserving his idol image. avoiding eye contact with the hosts as he continually nods, pretending to listen to what’s being said to him while trying to process what just happened. 

dino: just happy to be here, honestly. equally parts thrilled that you’re confident enough to embrace him so publicly and embarrassed that you did it in front of his older brothers and everyone watching the program.

[limerental]

ficletvember 2024 - day 13

Geralt must keep Roche out of danger in Kaedweni army camp after he's magically transformed into a yappy little dog.

The little dog is maybe ten pounds wet with stubby legs and wiry hair, the sort kept on farms to sniff out rodents. The flicker of magical light has hardly faded before it begins to yap in alarm.

Geralt has a headache already. 

“Was that really necessary?” he asks Dethmold, who looks far too pleased with himself. 

“Oh, it will wear off in a few hours,” Henselt's wizard says, waving a perfumed hand. “It's not as if there's much of a difference anyhow. He’s an irritating little beast either way.”

“And I'm meant to do your king's errands while making sure a small dog doesn't run off a cliff?”

“If you like him enough,” says Dethmold with a shrug. “I'd kick him off the cliff myself, but then, I might scuff the leather on my boots.”

Without another word, the wizard saunters out of the tent off to do whatever wizards do all day. Be an inconvenience, mostly.

The little dog hasn't stopped yapping, the effort of its barking rhythmically lifting its front legs off the ground.

“Quiet, Roche,” says Geralt more harshly than he means, and the little dog obeys at once, tail tucked and ears slicked back. “Huh.”

If the commander of the Blue Stripes, presently transformed into a tiny mutt, can still comprehend orders in this form, then maybe he won't chase something off the first cliff he sees or bite anyone's ankles.

Geralt sighs and gathers up the small pile of discarded clothing and gear to stow in his pack, noting that at some point in the next few hours he'll likely have to deal with a very naked, very humiliated Vernon Roche. Hopefully all in one piece.

Feeling a little sorry for his earlier harshness, Geralt stoops to awkwardly pat the little dog on its head. Its fur is deceptively soft, especially between its unkempt ears.

“You in there, Vernon?” The animal’s head tips at the name, oversized brown eyes watering. While promising, that's not much confirmation that it understands him. 

“Sit," he orders.

The dog stares at him.

“Lie down.”

Its little body begins to quiver.

“Right, I wouldn't be in the mood for tricks either in your state.” Geralt has a vague memory of having once been transformed into a cockerel, but like most of the things he remembers lately, the memory is hardly useful and the context evades him.

“We’ll head back to your camp, and I'll try to keep you from being eaten by a large bird. Or something. It'll be fine.”

Things promptly go to shit.

Geralt should have thought to fashion a lead for the little dog, just in case, but if he were suddenly a dog, he'd hope no one would leap right to collaring him. 

At first, the dog trots beside him as they leave Henselt's camp behind, wandering onto the main thoroughfare of the Kaedweni army camp. Then, its body stiffens, scenting the air and the animal suddenly launches off at a run and almost immediately out of sight.

“Shit,” says Geralt, awkwardly burdened by the extra gear, and ignores the judgmental stares of dim-witted soldiers to hurry after the dog.

He follows the sound of harried barking rather than searching for tracks, and rounds a row of tents to find a cook threatening the little dog with a wooden spoon as it leaps at his legs, a serving girl cowering on the other side of the cooking fire.

“This your mutt, mutant?” the cook sneers. He’d threatened to spit in his food if the king let a Witcher stay in the army camp and probably had been interrupted leering at the poor girl. “Behaves just like you.”

After an unnecessary amount of insults directed his way, Geralt manages to coax the cook into giving the dog a scrap of meat to appease him. The dog growls as it gnaws the offered morsel, but before Geralt can snatch him up, Roche is off again. 

“Sorry about your ankles,” he calls behind him to the swearing cook, not really sorry at all.

After failing to nab the dog as it rustles in a trash heap, the little creature finally stops to sniff at a spot on the outer wall. The dog turns in a circle and lifts its leg to mark the wall, and Geralt figures he should divert his eyes to give him privacy and so promptly loses his chance to snatch the dog up as he rushes of again.

For his part, Roche seems to be having an excellent time as a dog. He barks loudly into the wind, little ears flapping, stubby legs eating far more ground than should be possible. 

Geralt loses sight of the dog once or twice but follows its high-pitched yap without much effort. 

It's not the worst way to spend an afternoon. Better than the slogging about in crypts he'd been planning on. As long as no wayward harpy tries to swoop down to make a meal of the yappy creature, the curse may wear off just running circles around the camp.

Unfortunately, the dog soon makes a beeline for the front gate, and though Geralt gestures to the Kaedweni guard to block the door, the soldier soundly dislikes him. He opens the gate wide as the dog bites at the leg of his trousers, shaking its head viciously. Geralt may have been able to catch the dog as it ptoceeded to lift its leg once more on the guard's boot, but the soldier promptly tries to drive said boot into the little dog's abdomen, narrowly missing as it darts away and out of the camp.

Yes, if Roche is aware and awake in there, he's having a very good time indeed.

Once outside the main camp, the dog turns predictably toward where the Stripes had pitched their tents beyond the walls. 

If Geralt knows Roche and his men, they'll never let him live this down, if they get wind of it. He’ll have to grab the dog before it reaches camp or risk Roche's surly wrath over the months of recurring dog jokes.

On open ground with less distractions, Geralt catches up quickly, but the mutt still evades him. Finally, he thinks to use a harsh command.

“Quit,” he all but growls. “Roche, quit.”

The dog cowers, whining, and Geralt scoops him into his arms with minimal effort.

“Should have done that right away, I guess,” he tells the dog as it licks at his palm, and he scratches absently behind its ears as it shivers miserably. He feels bad about the scolding, given how intensely the little dog reacts to his harsh commands. Geralt wonders if he would react the same to just anyone's barked orders. The dog whines low in its throat. 

Will Roche remember all this when he turns back? Geralt hopes not. 

Fashioning a lead out of spare leather, he secures the little animal and sneaks through the back of his tent to avoid detection. The Stripes are in the midst of cooking dinner, roughhousing and laughing together.

“Where's Roche?” asks Ves, as Geralt emerges for dinner some time later. “What’s with the dog?”

“Well. He'll be back soon. And the dog's lost. Looking for its master.”

Bearing two bowls of dinner, he returns to his tent and settles down to meditate for the evening. The dog laps the food up messily, then turns in several circles, digging in Geralt's blankets and flops down with a grunt curled against his legs. It lets out a long-suffering sigh from its whiskered snout.

“Long day, huh?” Geralt asks and the dog's tail thumps against the blankets. 

They doze together peacefully that way, until there’s a sudden burst of light, and Roche is very human again, face pressed against Geralt's thigh.

“You're not going to lick me again, are you?”

“Oh fuck you, Witcher,” grunts Roche, voice hoarse from all the barking.

Days later, Geralt thinks maybe it couldn't have hurt to let Roche the dog run full tilt into the Blue Stripes’ camp, barking exuberantly.  Would he have leapt at his fellows feet and wriggled with joy, just like any hound pleased to greet its family?

Watching Roche mourn his dead, empty and worn, Geralt wishes comfort could be as simple as it had been then. An easy pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.

[arliedraws]

For the work in progress game: came back wrong.

If you’ve been asked that one already: undeliverable.

came back wrong - sirius comes back wrong during dh

Harry inhaled, silently treading through the snow, gripping the wand before him in anticipation of an attack. The woods were unearthly quiet except for the man’s mumbling, still indiscernible as he approached. It seemed like the man had no idea where he was going, only that he needed to press on. “Sirius?” Harry called quietly. The man immobilized. “Sirius, is that—is it really you?” Slowly, the stranger turned, his wide, pale eyes falling on Harry with terror. They flickered up and down. Harry gripped the wand, ready to fire, but the man simply stared at him as if he held no recognition. It was no ghost, that was plain by the deep tracks in the snow. There was an emptiness to his gaze that struck Harry as what the victim of a Dementor’s Kiss looked like. A familiar voice cut through the silence. “Harry?” The man took two clumsy steps forward. Something seemed to stop him, however, because he froze, regarding Harry with fear.

Aaaaaand undeliverable is me noodling around what might've happened if Padfoot came to the Hut-on-the-Rock in PS/SS and Hagrid picked up both Harry and a new dog for himself:

Inside Hagrid’s hut, Harry pretended to enjoy Hagrid’s offering of rock cakes and tea. He tried to ignore the huge black dog by complaining about Professor Snape, telling him how Snape had singled him out and humiliated him in front of the entire class. Hagrid, however, avoided talking about Snape by patting the black dog’s head. “Reckon yeh’d like to know how this one’s gettin’ on, eh?” said Hagrid nervously. “Er—” “Brilliant creature, Harry. Gets on well with Fang, no trouble there. Seems to understand a fair bit o’ what I tell ‘im—nothin’ too complicated, but seems ter know things like ‘sit’ an’ ‘stay’ n’ ‘follow me.' Found a good one out i’ the middle o’ the sea, didn' yeh, Harry?” Ron set a hardened cake back on his saucer, frowning. “What d’you mean? Harry found a dog? That dog?” “Er—yeah,” said Harry. “He—er—he just sort of showed up at the island where Uncle Vernon brought us. He must’ve been lost in the storm or something.” “He looks like the Grim,” muttered Ron, avoiding the dog's eyes too. “Codswallop,” barked Hagrid. “He’s jus’ an ordinary dog—not some ruddy omen o’ death. Wizards are a superstitious lot,” he told Harry. But Harry was bursting to spit out that it was not an ordinary dog. He’d seen its human form—a skeletal specter of a man before it transformed into the beast that now rested its head on Harry’s lap. The eyes looked up at him, its eerie gaze pleading.

Thank you!

[whumpinggrounds]

Valuables

CW: BBU general warning, fire, difficulty breathing, smoke inhalation, male whumpee, pet whump, female whumper kinda

“Oh god. Oh, my god. The house – the house – our house!” Mistress Caroline is wailing, wailing like Barnaby has never heard her wail. “Vernon, Vernon, can’t they hurry? Won’t they hurry? I don’t understand where they are-”

Buoying up his distraught wife with an arm under her armpits, Master Vernon stares at the towering pile of smoke with an expression that’s attempting stoicism. “Come on now, Caroline. Deep breaths, darling.” He jostles her, and she shrieks again. Barnaby could’ve told him that wouldn’t work. “The fire department will be here in moments, it’ll…it’ll all be all right.”

“It won’t be all right!” Mistress Caroline’s hands come up to clutch at her throat. “Our home – our beautiful home – our beautiful things, all of our things-”

“They’re just things, dear, we can replace-”

“Oh, you.” There’s real venom in Mistress Caroline’s voice as she rounds on her husband. She’s raising her hand to beat on his chest, the way she does when she’s truly furious, but before she can, her gaze catches on something behind her husband.

Her gaze catches on her loyal servant, Barnaby.

Never has Barnaby longed more fiercely for Pierce, the older Box Boy, a grave and gray-haired expert who outgrew the title boy more than thirty years ago. Pierce would understand the desperate light in Mistress Caroline’s eyes. Pierce would know how to soothe her, settle her, make her see reason.

Barnaby just steps forward, head bowed. “Ma’am?”

“Barnaby, I need you to go into the house for my jewelry box, understand? You know the one, the painted china with the mirrored lid-”

“Caroline.” Now it’s Master Vernon’s turn to be sharp with irritation. “The boy is brand new. He is worth much more than whatever’s in that jewelry box-”

Now Mistress Caroline does slap him. One quick blow across the mouth, more to shock him than to harm. “Have a heart!” There’s true misery in her voice. “Some of those pieces belonged to my grandmother – my great-grandmother! I have to��I have to at least try…”

Faced by his wife dissolving into tears, Master Vernon softens, even with his cheek pink from where she slapped him. “Oh, honey, the fire isn’t even near our bedroom,” he tries, but Mistress Caroline won’t be soothed now. She’s nearly hysterical. Once again, her eyes fix on Barnaby.

“Go,” she urges, flapping a hand at him. “I said go!”

For one endless moment, Barnaby waits for Master Vernon to intervene, but his master doesn’t look at him. His arms are encircling his weeping wife. He’s picking his battles, and he isn’t picking Barnaby.

Taking a deep breath of air already tinged by smoke, the Box Boy turns toward the house.

Opening the door, he’s met with a wall of smoke, black and thick and choking. Even as he coughs, Barnaby plunges into the house, obedient until the end. From the rear of the house, the kitchen spits off heat and light and hideous smoke, smoke that burns his eyes and sears his throat. Taking even a few steps froward is agony. Bent almost double, Barnaby creeps forward, one hand fumbling ahead of him, the other rubbing uselessly at his eyes.

His reaching hand finds the banister. The thought of going up, of entering into the suffocating blanket of ash, makes Barnaby’s legs weak. Around him, the wood of the house screams under the assault of flames and heat, and Barnaby whines with it.

He doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t want to.

He must.

One foot, and then the other, Barnaby climbs the stairs. By the end, he’s almost crawling, rasping in air as best he can, staying as close to the floor as possible.

Just a few more steps. A few more steps to the bedroom, and then within it, Mistress Caroline’s bureau. The jewelry box is on it. Barnaby can picture it, cool white china and painted flowers. Once he has it in his hands. Then he can leave this hell.

Are his eyes full of grit, or is the hallway carpet blurring beneath his fingers? Barnaby can’t tell. His eyes are in agony, his throat, his lungs. He coughs but no sound comes out, he tries to breathe but there’s no air. The radiant heat on his skin and the blisters it raises don’t register. Barnaby is cooking from the inside out.

Still, nonsensically, he drags himself forward. Over the heavy hall carpet, over the threshold of the room that Master Vernon and Mistress Caroline share. There’s a window open, and smoke billows out into the sky, pours out into the sky, utterly overwhelms any glimpse he might catch of the sky.

There’s fresher air near the floor. Barnaby drinks it in greedily, hacking as he does. On hands and knees, vision fading, he creeps toward the bureau.

When the firefighters find him, he’s unconscious at the base of the dresser, curled in the fetal position. They reach down to move him, and the jewelry box spills from his insensible hands.

[dorothy-troyanovsky]

I thought about it and decided: Why not show my fanfiction? So today I will show one of my works, and especially for you, I translated it into English (because I am Russian) myself. I hope that you like it.

~ The soul of beloved brother ~

The night sky, which was strewn with billions of stars, covered the town like a dome. Serenity was in the air. Residents saw off "yesterday" and prepared for a new day.

All the misfits were in their beds. They are very tired, training their stage magic skills. But some people couldn't sleep. And I'm talking about Dante Vernon right now. Ask, why is he not sleeping at such a late hour? Well, he had a very sad dream.

He found himself in his shop, but there was one difference: he looked the same as many years ago, in his youth. Looking at the counters with goods, Dante recalled his childhood. He remembered his father, his friends.....his cousin Lyle.... Then the wizard remembered the creation of the "Emerald Ring" .....and the fire in the "Grand Oak Resort". And guilt overwhelmed him. How he would like to go back and fix everything......

- Hello, Dante!- a painfully familiar voice sounded.....

- Lyle....is it really you? Dante asked incredulously. His eyes filled with tears.

In front of him stood a man with blond hair that stuck out in all directions. His eyes were like a clear sky, and his smile was brighter than any star. Lyle was wearing a white shirt with a black bow tie and black trousers. Leather shoes glittered on his feet.

Carter is the spitting image of him, -Dante thought.

- Well, you give! Don't recognize your brother!- the man laughed loudly, as if he was 14 years old again.

- I miss you so much......Lyle ...- said the wizard. Tears continued to flow from his eyes like little rivulets.

The soul came up to Mr. Vernon and hugged him tightly.

- Thank you, Dante, for taking care of my son. I'm so sorry I left him.... -Lyle said regretfully.

- He had to go through a lot...... Dante said sadly, but decided to change the "mood" of this conversation - But he is safe now. Carter is your little copy, in case you didn't know,- the wizard said with pride.

- Hah! - the ghost laughed - And your daughter is just lovely! I'm glad you have your own family.

The brothers hugged for a long time. After all, they haven't seen each other for many years. But unfortunately this moment could not last forever. And at that moment, Lyle let go of his friend, brother and began to walk away, dissolving into the light of the sun.

- Lyle! Wait!- Dante ran to him. He didn't want to lose it again.

- I'm glad that we met again, say hello to Leila and Carter, - Lyle Wilder Lock finally said.

Dante jumped up in bed. Tears continued to flow from his eyes. And the wizard felt such an unimaginable longing that he wanted to scream. There was a rustling nearby and later it turned out that it was James who woke up.

- Honey, what's wrong? -The other Mr. Vernon asked anxiously.

- I saw Lyle......- only Dante said and James understood everything without words. The other Mr. Vernon hugged his husband, patting him on the back. There were no sobs, but it didn't make it any easier. But after the tantrum, the men went to bed. And in the darkness of the night Dante whispered:

- Good night.......bro....

[graveltotempomp3]

spark a fire, burn the stars

"It's just powder until a spark ignites it."

Stiles accidentally wills a hunter dead while trying to save Erica and Boyd from the basement, unthreading a tapestry of magic, betrayal, power, lies, love and secrets woven all around Beacon Hills.

excerpt

Stiles was not a violent person. While he did react violently sometimes, when his dad or his mom or Scott was involved, he was more of the flight guy, rather than the fight guy. He knew his talents, and fighting didn’t make it top ten.

But for a second, as he felt the spit on his cheek while his not-really-friends were shocked over and over for no good reason and saw this asshole standing over him being gleeful about the pain he had inflicted, he wanted him to hurt. 

He wanted him to burn.

He wanted him to feel every pain Stiles, Boyd and Erica had been enduring all evening, he wanted him to be electrocuted alive, and beaten over and over by someone bigger and stronger than him, he wanted him to suffer and be humiliated the way all three of them had suffered and been humiliated.

For a second, he wanted him dead.

And between the blink of an eye and the next, Avery was screaming.

written by: @dyke-yoonji​ (graveltotempo) with art by: @evanesdust​

word count: 68k

general tags: season two canon divergent, magical stiles, canon typical violence, hale pack 2.0, Scott McCall gets better, light angst, Vernon Boyd & Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski friendship, Sheriff Stilinski knows, magical realism, eventual happy ending

coming soon to the @twsterekbigbang

[searchingforgravity]

The New Maid - PART 2 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: It's your first day on the job as a maid at Graceland. Elvis arrives with the Memphis Mafia and, to your surprise, instantly notices you. And he is not happy about it. He thinks that you're too young for the job and is very unhappy with the fact that he wasn't consulted by his step-mother beforehand. He has an argument with his father, so you decide to be extra attentive to show you're worthy. After a few drinks, Elvis notices your efforts.

TW: Making out, groping, alcohol consumption, cleaning kink? (will be more evident in future parts)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2478

A/N: Hello Everyone! In this one, you really get a gauge for how Elvis and the reader will interact with each other. There's a lot of tension in the beginning of the relationship between them. It's the reader's first interaction with Elvis and some stuff happens between them. Anyway, happy reading!

"Dad, what the hell is a little girl doin' cleaning my house," you overhear Elvis spit out at his father. You stop cold in your tracks while re-checking the hallway you cleaned earlier this morning. You thought he was fine with you here. You actually had the chance to meet him when he arrived with the Memphis Mafia, and he was very pleasant towards you. He greeted you with a sweet "Hello darlin'" and asked your name. That was about two hours ago, and it seems his feelings have changed. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear Vernon Presley speak. "Son, she's not a child. She's twenty-four years old." This made the superstar scoff. "And," Vernon added, "She has multiple years of experience. We needed someone with open availability on short notice. She's been working tirelessly since 5:00a.m. and she's done an outstanding job". It warmed your heart to hear those words come out of his mouth. At least someone appreciated your efforts thus far. "Let me guess, Dee hired her, didn't she?" Elvis sneered, lowering his voice, lest Dee be lurking around somewhere. "Boy, you better not speak an ill word of Dee. I trust her judgement. You should too." It seemed Elvis wasn't too fond of Dee either. Noted. "Yeah, well you better hope she's reliable. You know how particular I am about my staff. I can't believe you guys hired a fuckin' child while I was gone. Hell, hire the whole circus if you want. It's not like I would have any say over it any how," He hollered, storming away leaving his father alone in the private kitchen. A surge of anger runs through you. How dare he judge your abilities based on your age? You can understand his concern, you suppose, but to talk of you that way without even knowing you? It was demeaning. You walk away as quietly as you can and enter one of the guest bedrooms. You fluff the pillows rather harshly for the third time today. Well, Mr. Superstar, I'll just have to prove you wrong.

Later that night you were served dinner in your private quarters while Elvis and his Mafia ate and partied in the dining area, no doubt excited to be back at Graceland. Dee allowed you an hour break to go and collect your things from the motel. She was sure to remind you that she would not give you accommodations or 'rides' to collect your items when they are already paying you to be here. You leave for the motel in a huff.

Back at Graceland, Elvis was livid. How could his father let Dee hire someone without his consent? Although he was upset about your age, that wasn't the only thing that bothered him. It was his step-mother. Oh, how he hated that woman. But she did him one favor by hiring you, because damn if you weren't the prettiest thing he'd seen in some time. You were so soft spoken when he met you earlier that day, but he could tell there was something in you he wanted only to himself. There was a glimmer of fire in your eyes that couldn't be contained. It was dangerous, and he subconsciously longed for it. He knew full well that he had to keep things professional with you if you were to work for him, but it became increasingly difficult to contain his delinquent fantasies. His thoughts lingered as he took a drink from his scotch, deciding to listen to music on his record player. Nutbush City Limits by Ike and Tina Turner roared throughout the house as his friends were lounging on the couch, smoking and drinking. God he loves this song. "Hey E.P.! Come take a shot with us!" Sonny West shouts as he holds up a bottle of vodka. Elvis smiles. Usually he'd stick to sipping his scotch on such a laid back night, but screw it. What could go wrong?

As you approach the steps to Graceland, you knock on the door. After a moment, one of the other staff members lets you in. Dee gives you your last task of the evening: cleaning the kitchen. You decide to put extra effort into this as you begin spraying and scrubbing the countertops. You pause as you see a bottle of merlot and a note addressed to you. '(Y/N), please enjoy some wine tonight as a thank you for your hard work today, as well as a welcoming gift into our home. Feel free to enjoy in the living area. We look forward to you working here in Graceland further. -Vernon Presley.' You smile to yourself as you fold the note and place it in your apron pocket. How kind Elvis' father was, and so different from the treatment you've been receiving from Dee. You briefly wonder if that woman has some sort of vendetta against you. Deciding you'll enjoy some wine after showering tonight, you return to your work. You hear the men going back to their rooms as the party starts to die down. As soon as the last door shuts, you turn to find Elvis watching you. This sends a surge of electricity through your body. Your cheeks flush as you look away to return to your cleaning duties. After a few minutes, you chance a glance back over. He's gone. You release a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Why are you so on edge around this man? You try rationalizing that it was from the argument you overheard earlier that day, but there's a nagging voice in the back of your mind saying it's much more complicated than that.

After showering and putting your clothes away, you get into one of your nicest pajama sets: a striped baby pink long sleeve shirt and matching bottoms. Everyone had long gone to bed so you didn't bother putting on a daytime dress. You were bubbling with excitement to explore the place as you descend the stairs to make your way into the kitchen. When you arrive, there is a glass already waiting for you. Was this here earlier when you were cleaning? You rationalize that Vernon probably left it for you as you pour yourself a small glass then make your way to the living area. You're greeted with exuberant peacock stained glass windows, cascading drapes, and a beautiful baby grand piano. You ponder what it would be like to live in a house as extravagant as this as you walk over to a record player, sipping on your wine. Would it be paradise to have such a glorious place to call home, or would you be in a constant state of worry? You wouldn't have any financial worries at least, that is if you're Elvis Presley. You sift through his records: Chuck Berry, B.B. King, James Brown, Ike and Tina Turner... the list goes on. You loved Chuck Berry growing up. Loved how he made you feel alive again on days when you were down. You spot a speck of dust on the shelf next to the record player and absentmindedly swipe at it with your hand. You're too distracted to realize that someone had entered the room and was watching you with their bottom lip between their teeth.

"I see you enjoy taking people's wine glasses while their back is turned," you hear suddenly from behind you. You turn in an instant, wide-eyed, and see none other than Elvis holding a new glass of wine, leaning against the entryway wall. You almost drop the glass you're holding. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize this was yours.." You catch his eyes trailing down your body. Or did you imagine it? You look down, suddenly realizing how ridiculous you look standing sheepishly in your pajamas. Your cheeks turn almost as crimson as the wine you were previously enjoying. "That's alright sweetheart, I was just messin' with ya'" He says with a hint of amusement in his voice. You briefly look up from the floor into his crystal blue eyes. They entrance you. You could get trapped in them and never look back. You avert your eyes as you remember his harsh words from earlier, how he made you feel so small in front of his father. In an attempt to change the subject you offer, "Your father is a very pleasant man." His eyes bore into you, but you refuse to connect. He clears his throat in slight agitation. "Yes, he's very welcoming to newcomers. I assume he left this wine out for you...I guess I should be the one apologizing." You ease up a bit as you give in and return your gaze to his. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure I couldn't finish the whole bottle myself anyway." You offer a smile. He laughs out loud. "I'm sure we would have a grand time if you did," he suggests. The words shake you to your core. You suppress this feeling as you bite back "Oh, no. I really shouldn't. I'm just a child, after all." You regret the words as soon as they tumble out of your mouth. You weren't even supposed to have heard the conversation. You cower instantly. He pauses, taken aback as he searches for a response. "It's not very polite to listen in on people's private conversations, honey." Oh no. This is not the direction you wanted your first conversation with him to go. "Of course, I-I'm sorry, Mr. Presley. I assure you, I can provide the service you need. I didn't mean to eavesdrop” you relent, regaining your composure. Your words trigger something within him. Your voice echoes in his mind. "Mr. Presley." Usually he doesn't like his staff addressing him by his last name, but those words coming from your soft, pink lips intoxicates him. He readjusts himself, his pants beginning to feel restricted. "Yes, well...I-I didn't mean anything by it dear. You've been doing a very good job. I was just being an ass. And please, It's Elvis." He hesitates. "I'm sorry if you've caught me staring a few times. I rather enjoy watching you clean up." He whispers seductively. He knows it's dangerous, but something deep inside of him needs to know what you're thinking. He knows it's wrong, maybe that makes him want it more. The only thing that gives you away is your slight shift in position. But it was there. That tension that builds when two people clearly want one another, but can't admit it. You stare at him, contemplating how to respond to his bold words. You admit, before really thinking, "I don't mind you watching."

There is a palpable silence that invades the room. His eyes are pleading for you to do something. Anything. You decide that this job is more important than what is or isn't happening right now. "I should get to bed, I have to be up early in the morning," you say, regret flooding your voice. He nods, seemingly accepting your answer. You saunter past him and make your way to the kitchen to wash the glass that was previously pressed to your lips. As you're cleaning, you start to spiral. Oh God, (y/n), why did you say that? It was anything but innocent, you and him both know that. You dry your hands gingerly with the hand towel as you shake away these thoughts. You turn to go to your room when you're stopped short. Elvis followed you in to the kitchen and is standing behind you. He walks ever so slowly to you, testing the waters. The smell of his cologne and a tinge of alcohol on his lips invades your senses. He's drunk. You look up into his sparkling eyes, and you're completely lost in them. He gently and cautiously runs his hand up your arm to land on crook of your neck. "Tell me you don't want this," he whispers. He's asking permission. Your mind goes blank. Of course you want this, what 'this' was, you didn't know, but at the moment you wanted anything he wanted to give you. You don't know where this sudden wanting is coming from, but it's taking all of your energy to fight it. “You're drunk," you whisper back, breathless. "I wouldn't want you any less if I wasn't, darlin'." Oh God, he wants me. Your mind is reeling. What could I possibly say to him after that? During your moment of hesitation, he brings his other hand to your back and pulls you into him, molding his lips to yours. You try pulling away but his grip is firm, strong. His grasp tightens, and your self-control falters. You kiss him back despite yourself. He lets out the softest moan as he deepens the kiss, leaning you against the kitchen counter. You release all inhibitions and run your fingers through his hair. God his hair is so smooth, like silk against your fingertips. His desperation increases as he runs his tongue against your lips, pleading for entry. He lifts you onto the counter, and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. You both sigh at the new sensation. You barley put up a fight as his tongue explores yours, refusing to relinquish dominance. His hands start their journey on your body, longing to touch every inch as he grazes over where you need him most. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, spreading your legs apart with his knee to fill the space between your thighs. You can feel his erection graze your thigh as he gently rubs your core. You sigh from the relief, and it spurs him on. He gently grabs your ass and pulls you flush against him. You feel his hardness against you. You whine as you grind against him, earning a low growl in response. He brings his hands to your pajama pants and tries snaking it underneath the clothing, further diminishing the gap between you. You grab his hand to stop him. You can't let this go too far. "Let me have you, (y/n)," he begs in your ear. You snap back to reality. "Elvis, stop" You say regretfully. You're completely flustered. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes blown with lust, begging you to let him continue. You shake your head, avoiding his gaze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I can't." You can't find the right words to say, your mind is moving a million miles a minute. You hop down from the countertop and try to stop yourself from sprinting up the stairs. He calls after you, but you don't stop until you reach your room, sinking to the floor against your closed door. Embarrassment floods your face as you hide it behind your hands. What have you done?

Masterlist

[sluttywonwoo]

joshua hong

oneshots

something more it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

studio session you and your boyfriend decide to try something new- aka letting other members watch him edge you (ft. seungcheol, jeonghan, wonwoo, seokmin, and vernon)

the method taking method acting to the next level

one-up you should’ve told your boyfriend the truth about that stranger at the grocery store. inspired by an audio by @/aas on quinn (iykyk)

they wanna (fuck) ft. vernon your boyfriend joshua wants to try something new with you… and his best friend

thoughts

can’t sleep

spitting in your mouth

concepts

kinks

turn ons

nsfw headcanons ft. wonwoo + mingyu

sugar daddy line

pornstar headcanon ft mingyu

soft!dom

sub!shua

obsessed with your boobs + cont

praise kink

dacryphilia

bulge kink

morning sex

sex after being sick ♡

tipsy threesome w wonwoo

switch!shua ♡

relaxing threesome w wonwoo

hot tub ♡

pussy slapping ♡

riding sub!shua

husband shua

riding sub!shua’s face ♡

ruining your orgasm

don’t moan

hands

another wonshua threesome

show off

noisy ♡

tease

husband shua eating you out ♡

cramps ♡

The Picture pt two ♡

threesome w jun

1st look fit

grinding

rubbing your head

in front of jeonghan ♡

wonshua polycule ♡

tease

t-shirt ♡

making out

kiss it better

massage

louder

pegging

coming home tipsy

striptease

strength

cockwarming tease

competitive threesome with wonwoo

creampie

lazy evening sex

by the fire

eating you out for the first time

getting cucked by jeonghan

competitive threesome 2.0 with wonwoo

riding him on the couch

[madraynesims]

Strangetown: In The Sims 3

To continue on my last post about my Sims 3 Strangetown experience, Kayleigh gave birth to a little girl named Janet, and by now they had a second child, another daughter named Francine!

I mentioned before Kayleigh, Dominic had 3 children with Chloe Curious, here they are! Their eldest daughter, Jolene, is to the right. She’s Evil and Mean Spirited, definitely reminds me of Dominic lol. In the middle is their other daughter Esmeralda, she’s a sweetie. Then their son, Keenan, to the left. Oh! Jolene is currently dating Rex Hogg, the son of Dusty Hogg and Cindy Freebers. Chloe’s sister Lola still lives with them. Kristen Loste and Erin Beaker have both moved out and started families of their own.

Speaking of Dusty Hogg. This whole playthrough Dusty and Cindy Freebers have been on and off. Ending up with 6 children together before they both rolled the want to get married, just to immediately break up the second I left the household. LOL. From left to right we have their daughters; Stacy, Chana, Judith and their sons Darren, Allan and Rex. Chana is in a relationship with Kelley Beaker, the eldest son of Loki and Circe Beaker!

Circe and Loki Beaker had two children before ending up in a divorce. On the right is Kelley, not sure why he has black hair? I guess it was randomized. He gets along best with his dad and still lives with him. Their youngest son is named Cecil and he gets along best with his mom. Circe and Cecil both moved out together after the divorce. Loki is romantically interested in Annie Howell now, but she actually just got engaged to Buck Grunt recently! Awhile back Nervous got fed up and moved into his own apartment. He never got involved with Annie, but he was dating Jonas Bragg before Jonas passed away.

Ophelia and Johnny Smith got married the second they became adults and started a family! They currently live in Olive’s home, which Ophelia inherited, with their daughter Ginny and son Chadrick. Ophelia just got pregnant, so there’s a third on the way! They also have 5 dogs. FIVE. Unfortunately, at this time Johnny is in mourning because both his parents have passed away from old age. This is the part I hate lol when everyone gets too old.

One of my favorite families to follow are the Fusillis. Ripp Grunt and Ara dated when they were teens and got married when they became unexpectedly pregnant with their oldest son, Jon. They bought a house together and had another child named Stephanie. I just think they’re so cute together.

The Rossums! Isaac and Roberta Rossum had 3 children together. The oldest son is Vernon, who looks just like Roberta. To the right is Mitchel, spitting image of Isaac tbh. Then their daughter Letitia. Vernon never got along with his parents and moved out once he became a teen and is currently dating Hazel Dente’s eldest daughter Marlana. Unfortunately, while Isaac wasn’t home, Roberta got into Isaac’s inventing bench and caught herself on fire, tragically burning to death.

Erin and Lazlo Curious got together pretty early on. They had one son together named Jedediah. He turned out pretty cute, and a genius! My favorite thing here was Lazlo was the first sim to adopt a pet. He got Fuzzball when she was a little kitten.

I love love loveee the Smith family. XY-XY and XHT-F got married right away and had 3 sons together. The eldest son to the left is XCT-U, to the right is XHT-M and their youngest X1-X2. XCT-U is in a relationship with Tycho Curious (who is female in my game) and XHT-M is dating Janis Smith, the youngest daughter of Jenny and Mister Smith. The two Smith families are very close, Mister Smith was always coming over to visit. The two older boys don’t seem to get along, XCT-U actually decided to move out to live with Tycho and Pascal.

Some honorable mentions: Daddy Bigbucks had a son named Fidel with Pita Florica. Yes. Fidel. Jill Smith hasn’t been able to settle down. She had a son named Andrea with Buck Grunt, then had another son with Jorge Mole. Vidcund Curious had a one time fling with Renee Andrews, resulting in a son named Jabari, whom he complains about child support for every chance he gets. Frankie Fusilli is in a relationship with Crystal Vu. They have two daughters, Charmaine and Dianna. Kristen and Ajay Loner married and have two daughters, Trina and Alisa.

[idkwhatursayinh]

SOMEONE SAID VERNON IS A FETUS THAT SPITS FIRE AND I CANT-

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope​ Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit 

Words: 5,379 

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader 

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share. 

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast. 

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me. 

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce. 

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper. 

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily. 

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails. 

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive? 

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either. 

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew. 

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone. 

-

It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still. 

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me. 

What can one say to me? 

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here. 

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way. 

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected. 

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.  

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused. 

Did I hear them correctly? 

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow. 

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms. 

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When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne. 

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement. 

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall. 

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP. 

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch. 

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.” 

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake. 

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow. 

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father. 

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot. 

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do. 

It is my turn to protect my brothers. 

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father. 

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne. 

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now. 

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not. 

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him. 

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother. 

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly. 

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman. 

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.” 

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.” 

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood. 

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have. 

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing. 

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine. 

But now it’s mine. 

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer. 

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped. 

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None. 

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat. 

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice. 

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny. 

And I do. 

—

-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in. 

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body. 

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon. 

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?” 

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely. 

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right. 

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call. 

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!” 

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

—

My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night. 

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior. 

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely. 

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle. 

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next. 

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet. 

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening. 

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more. 

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land. 

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

 A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike. 

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures. 

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder. 

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself. 

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me. 

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt. 

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation. 

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort. 

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl. 

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob. 

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die. 

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket. 

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me. 

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second. 

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess. 

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me. 

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…” The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?” 

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me. 

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once. 

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.” 

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

---------

PART TWO 

[meltwonu]

51. “What? Does that feel good?”

66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.”

notes; poly!wonhui, threesome, mxm, frotting(ive forgotten how hot this was yall omg), oral(male receiving), cum eating/sharing, WHEWWW its a little late but thats okay!! Its awareness day everyday!! And this is kinda long cuz I got lost in the sauce so the rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕 also sorry if this is not at all what you intended for this to be dkjfhkjsdhfkjd ☠️ 

A shiver runs up Wonwoo’s spine the second Jun’s lips meet his; eyes fluttering shut as he moans into the kiss.

“Wow, okay, just gonna start without me, huh.”

Jun laughs into the kiss, pulling away a second later as you join them on the bed. “Chill out, you act like we’re about to finish!” You roll your eyes at his statement, leaning in as you kiss Jun on the lips. Wonwoo watches the two of you from his place against the pillows; transfixed at the way you melt under Jun’s touch.

“You know, you can join us if you’d like, Wonwoo~” You tease; voice muffled against Jun’s lips before you pull away. “You don’t have to be shy~ Tell us what you want~”

The said male gulps, eyes blinking rapidly when you and Jun start closing in on him. “I--um, I’m not sure… I---I’ve never done this before…” He mumbles; a pink blush coating his cheeks when you start sliding your hand into his sweats. “Never?” Shaking his head ‘no’ at your simple question, he tilts his head back and lets out a breathy moan when you start palming him over his boxer briefs.

“But what about that time at Vernon’s New Year’s Eve party? Didn’t you kiss Jihoon?”

The blush runs up to Wonwoo’s ears as he bites his lip, “Yeah, but---but I only kissed him that time. This is different!” He grumbles.

“Okay, it’s time to try something extra different then~” Jun singsongs. He pries your hand out of Wonwoo’s sweats, placing his own hands on the waistband right as Wonwoo places his hands over Jun’s.

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” Jun teases, eyes dancing over to you. “Can you please help this man calm down or we’ll never get anywhere.”

You nod in response, shimmying up to Wonwoo’s side as you slightly tilt his head to meet yours. “Baby, you need to relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay? Promise.” He sighs, nodding.

“I know… I’m just---I’m excited, just a little nervous.”

“We can tell.”

“Jun, shut up.” You quip, hand on Wonwoo’s cheek as you pull him into a kiss.

Wonwoo melts into your kiss; hands sliding off of Jun’s as he starts to relax. You lick at the seam of his lips, smiling into the kiss when he opens his mouth for you.

Jun takes this as a sign to continue as he tugs Wonwoo’s sweats and boxer briefs down in one swift motion. He takes the time to get undressed as well; tossing his clothes into the growing pile that you’d created on the floor. “Okay, just--if it feels weird, let me know and I’ll stop.”

The two of you pull apart to watch as Jun slots himself between Wonwoo’s legs. “Are you gonna---but I’m not---”

Wonwoo momentarily panics, sitting up a little more as he stares at you for confirmation.

“No, no, no, not that. God, with the way you’re tense I don’t think we’d ever get to that.” Jun jokes, hand on his own cock as he strokes himself. “We’re gonna try something else!” Wonwoo nods slowly, easing back against the pillows as Jun shimmies in closer.

Jun leans in close until his cock is right against Wonwoo’s, a smirk on his face when he wraps his hand around both of them at once. “O--oh…” Wonwoo feels his cock throbbing in Jun’s palm as he gulps. “T-this…”

“What? Does that feel good?” You ask, leaving Wonwoo’s side as you lean into where Jun runs his hand up and down both of their cocks. Wonwoo lets out a choked noise instead, eyes clamped shut as he tries to stop himself from thrusting up into Jun’s hand.

“You know what’d feel even better? Why don’t you try to suck us off at the same time?”

You grin up at Jun, pupils blown wide. “Don’t mind if I do~”

Wonwoo exhales shakily when he feels your tongue lapping at the head of his cock; the combination of Jun’s hand and your mouth sending his body into overdrive. “Oh, fu--fuck, please…” He whispers, peeling his eyes open to watch as you continue to tease him. You lick up the precum just as you move to do the same on Jun’s cock. “My mouth’s too small, I can’t fit both your cocks in…” You pout, brows furrowed when you look up at Jun.

The small bit of unintended praise has both of the males sharing a look; cocks throbbing as Jun spreads your saliva and their shared precum along their shafts. “That’s okay, baby. Just help Wonwoo feel good, okay?”

You nod, leaning back down as you wrap your lips around the tip of Wonwoo’s cock again. This time, you feel Wonwoo’s hand slide through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as you continue to lick and suck at him. His chest rises and falls in deep breaths; eyes hyper-focused on your mouth on him and Jun’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks at the same time.

The sensations have Wonwoo already close to his orgasm; hips canting up slightly as he starts to chase his high. “I--I wanna cum, fuck, god, I--ngh!” He throws his head back just as Jun tightens his grip around them both and you start digging the tip of your tongue into the slit of his cock.

“Go ahead, cum in her mouth.” Jun drawls, eyes flitting down to you. “And don’t swallow it.”

You and Jun work in tandem to get Wonwoo off; the grip in your hair tightening when the tension in his body starts to snap. “Fuck, fuck I’m---ah, c-cumming!” Wonwoo cries, abdomen tightening as he fills your mouth with the warm, salty substance.

Jun keeps stroking their cocks as you suck on Wonwoo’s cock head, moaning at the feeling of him cumming in your mouth. “Fuck, I can feel his cock throbbing against mine.” Jun grits out; his own hips moving on their own as he grinds against Wonwoo.

Wonwoo feels euphoric; his body on fire with the new sensations. It takes a few minutes for him to start coming down from his high, soft whimpers escaping his lips the entire time the two of you work him through it.

“Oh god…”

His bleary eyes flutter open just as you pull off of his cock and Jun loosens his grip. “C’mere.” Jun growls, replacing Wonwoo’s hand in your hair with his as you lean up to meet his lips in a wet kiss.

Wonwoo gulps when he notices your lips parting and pushing the cum into Jun’s waiting mouth, not a second later. “Oh…” He won’t deny the way his cock throbs when the two of you start passing his cum back and forth either.

When you pull away, a thread of spit and cum connect your mouth to Jun’s smirking lips. “Well?” He asks; this time directed to Wonwoo who stares agape.

“I--um, uh, that--- that was n-nice…”

“Okay, this is touching but I’m pretty sure I’m soaking the sheets so can either of you, or fuck, both of you please just fuck me…” Whining, you rub your legs together as you clench around emptiness. “Just thinking about both your cocks in me…” You trail off.

The two share a knowing look; grinning when they hone in on the wetness that coats your inner thighs. 

“Give me 5 minutes to catch my breath.”

“I’ll get the lube!”

[jeonwonhi]

Where can I find me a jeno, a Felix, a Vernon, a soobin, a Jake and a junghwan? ;-;

Also you need to introduce me to ateez because you're starting your cult and I wanna join and not feel left out

Take the first plane to Seoul and with a bit of luck, you might find them ;)

ATEEZ INTRODUCTION TIME!

Kim Hongjoong

Leader, lead rapper and songwriter/producer of the group

November 7th, 1998, INFP

He's the dad of the group

tiny

English king

A true fashionista, he even reforms clothes

In love with Seonghwa but will never admit it

HIT MAKING PRODIGY

Korean Big Minion™

Part of the demon line

Park Seonghwa

Lead vocalist, visual and eldest in the group

April 3rd, 1998, ESFJ

He's the mom of the group

Wants to be part of Woosan, aka Woosanhwa

He failed and Woosan are bullying him ever since just like the rest of ateez

ASMR KING (check out MARS ASMR)

Auditioned as a rapper, but changed into a vocalist his rap is amazing tho

Clean freak

Visual king

Actor (Imitation)

Part of the demon and thot line

Tried to flirt with Lee Know during Kingdom - he managed to fluster him lmao

Jeong Yunho

Main dancer and vocalist of the group

March 23rd, 1999, ENFJ

Learns the choreographies like a piece of cake

Golden retriever and energizer of the group

TALL

HUGE HANDS

Extremely lucky and competitive in games

Actor (Lead Role in Imitation)

News anchor (ANEWZ)

Wholesome bf vibes :(

TWERKING KING

I love him bye

Kang Yeosang

Lead dancer, visual and vocalist of the group

June 15th, 1999, ISFJ (my mbti twin)

Another visual king

The most quiet among ATEEZ - still a crackhead

SAVAGE™

Former BigHit trainee along with Wooyoung

He's friends with Yeonjun and Soobin of TXT

Has been friends with Wooyoung way before they joined KQ

He's really good at drawing

A fried chicken enthusiast

MC at SBS "The Show"

A R M S

Don't let him near the kitchen <3

Part of the thot line

Choi San

Lead vocalist, main dancer and face of the group

July 10th, 1999, INFP

Another english king

DUALITY AT ITS FINEST

ABS FOR DAYS

A total sweetheart

Embarrassingly in love with Wooyoung

He has a plushie named Shiber

King of facial expressions on stage

Iconic killing point in Answer

Actor (Imitation)

He's the cultural ambassador of his hometown, Namhae

Part of the demon and thot line

Song Mingi

Main rapper, main dancer and songwriter of the group

August 9th, 1999, ENTP

Spits fire on stage

Was on a hiatus due to back pain during Wonderland promotions but came back to MAMA 2019 with a mf BANG

TALL

A goofball of energy

Clumsy af but cute

I cAnnOt EngLiShY

Fake maknae

Honorary member of ONEUS lol

Has been on hiatus due to psychological anxiety since 15/11/2020, but he's coming back soon <3

Jung Wooyoung

Main dancer of the group

November 26th, 1999, ESFJ

An amazing performer

Insanely sexy

Underappreciated vocals :(

A whole ass tease

Former BigHit trainee with Yeosang

Embarrassingly in love with San

Besties with TXT Yeonjun, TBZ Juhaknyeon, SKZ Changbin, ASTRO Moonbin

Adopted Felix during Kingdom

A diehard ARMY (ppl say he looks like Jimin)

Mukbang and cooking king

Noisy af

T H I G H S

Part of the thot line

AOTM ON STUDIO CHOOM, GO STREAM

Choi Jongho

Main vocalist and maknae of the group

October 12th, 2000, ESFJ

4TH GEN VOCAL KING WBK

Hits highnotes like breathing air

STRONG AF

Mans can crack fruits with his bare hands

Main reason the rest of ATEEZ are scared of him

Otherwise, a baby <3

Extremely good at aegyo, but he's shy afterwards uwu

He's a diehard Monbebe

Friends with lots of 00 liner idols (TBZ Eric, SKZ Hyunjin, Felix, Han and Seungmin, Golden Child Bomin, ASTRO Sanha, AB6IX Daehwi) + SF9 Hwiyoung (they film Imitation together)

Actor (Imitation)

GIVE HIM A SOLO KDRAMA OST

They debuted on October 24th, 2018 with the mini album "Treasure: All to Zero". Their motto is 8 makes 1 team and their fans are called ATINY (ATEEZ + Destiny). They participated in Kingdom and finished third overall, giving out insane performances.

Songs to check out: EVERY SINGLE ALBUM CUZ THEIR DISCOGRAPHY IS PURE GOLD