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pretty-red-garnet · 1 year ago

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Angel

Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader • France • Light Angst/Fluff

!Spoilers! For The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon episode one! Don’t read this if you haven’t watched yet! Also, thank you so much to the anon who requested this. I had a lot of fun writing it.

PS: Ignore the canon divergence lol.

Heavy limbs is all Daryl feels as he begins to become conscious again. He's huddled on an overturned boat, his frozen fingers gripping your waist to keep you afloat with him. It seems even unconscious, he's always thinking of you and your safety before anything.

The coast is close, and he fights against his droopy eyes to look towards you. Your eyes are still closed, and he panics and swats at you to wake you. When you do, your groggy too, glazed over eyes looking towards his.

"We gotta get to the coast," Daryl tells you, his voice rough with thirst. You nod, still disoriented, but he appreciates that you don't fight him when he lugs you off the boat and drags you towards shore.

You and Daryl crawl on the sand, fingers ripping into the sand in an effort to ground yourselves. Sand sticks to the icy water soaking the two of you. Daryl spots a little sand bucket full of water ahead, and rushes to it. After a single eager gulp, he hurriedly hands it off to you. He watches the water drip down your chin, giving himself just a moment to relish in the fact that you're ok and breathing.

You and him had gotten in quite a bit of trouble since venturing off in an effort to find his brother. It ended in getting taken aboard a huge boat and— thankfully— escaping on a much smaller paddle boat. And now your landed on an unfamiliar shore.

"Where do you think we are?" You ask, breaths still heavy and fast. Daryl shrugs, leaning back onto his hand and grabbing the bucket when you offer it.

After a quick moments rest, you and your partner are back on your feet. You both wander the area, looking around for any sign of where you could be. The town you end up in is small. Buildings surrounded by the sea. It looked like it would've been a spot out of a travel pamphlet from before.

"Y/N," Daryl suddenly says, looking towards a sign. You step next to him, eyeing the sign to try and read the words through the age and decay.

"Is that..." you start, examining the unfamiliar language. "French?"

You and Daryl both look towards each other, both having an expression that could only be described as exhaustion. It seemed to Daryl that you and him just couldn't catch a damn break. How the hell would he get you home?

"Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore," you say, deadpan. Daryl's frown deepens and gives you a halfhearted thwack on the shoulder for you ill-timed joke. "Tough crowd."

You and Daryl spend that night in a little fishing boat. It's long abandoned, dirt and dust covering every surface, but it gives some cover from the biting wind. After eating a fish Daryl caught, you both huddle together under layers of blankets on a little cot. You're wrapped around him and despite the exhaustion that drapes over you, you still can't sleep.

"Judith would like that," you mumble. Daryl follows your eyes and sees you gazing at the penguin plush. "She's never seen a penguin. Well, just in books."

Your voice is quiet, thoughtful. Daryl knows what your thinking about, he's good at that now. After so many years with a person, you can almost read their mind. And Daryl knows that you're missing Jude and RJ, especially after listening to that tape. That you're thinking about the childhood they're missing out on, about trips to the zoo and seeing penguins, begging their parents to buy them an overpriced souvenir. The childhood they should have.

The childhood you and Daryl are missing out watching.

"We'll have to bring it back for them," he says. You don't say anything back. "I'm gonna get you home, alright?"

You tilt your head to look in his eyes. Daryl hates that he sees fear and worry in yours. He tries to ebb it away with gentle caresses.

"I'm gonna get you home," he repeats, firmer and while looking you in the eye. You relent, nodding and smiling softly at him, and he leans to brush your lips against his in a silent promise.

It seems the bad luck that hangs over you and Daryl like a dark storm cloud isn't planning on dissipating anytime soon. You and Daryl venture deeper into the city and stumble upon a big abandoned building.

"Maybe I should've taken French in high school," you murmur, eyes squinting at the unrecognizable words written on a sign outside of the building. Daryl just shrugs, and carefully begins to enter the building.

It ends up being filled with walkers. Guttural groans and decomposed flesh surrounds you and Daryl. You and Daryl are taking care of your own groups, dividing and— hopefully— conquering.

"Daryl!" You screech out, the sound of a body dropping following. "These are not normal walkers!"

Daryl looks at the dead walkers and sees what you mean. Something leaking from them is burning the ground. Acid.

It's not a second later Daryl is grabbed roughly, acidic fingers clamping down on his forearm. He lets out a yelp in pain, one that makes you kill your batch of walkers in half the time with the help of the extra adrenaline. Daryl sees you in the corner of his eye rushing towards him after he's able to pry the walker's hand off his arm.

"Oh my God," you say, breathlessly staring at the burned hand print on his arm. Your fingers shake violently as they move to touch him, before they move away again. You look up at Daryl, his face pinched in pain. Tears collect at the corners of your eyes.

Daryl's heart clenches in his chest at the sight of you, nervous and scared. Teary eyes and trembling like a leave. He reaches up to lightly dab at a few stray tears that leaked from your eyes, shaking his head.

"I'm fine," he says, slowly and quietly. "Just a burn, I'm not infected or nothin'." His fingers now stroke your hair, trying to get that terrified look out of your eyes. "It's somethin' on the walkers, it's not a scratch or bite. 'M fine."

You nod, and throw your arms around his waist. He hugs back without a thought, hiding a wince when your coat brushes against his wound. He doesn't mind, he'll take the pain if it means your arms are around him, holding him so tight he's afraid he'll lose feeling in his legs any second. Your face is buried in his chest, and he leaves little kisses on the crown of your head.

When you finally pry yourself away, you're quick to pull a bandage out of your bag. Forcing Daryl to sit, you tentatively wrap the bandage around his arm. You place a sweet kiss on the outskirts of his bandage when you're done, smiling at Daryl when he huffs out an amused snort.

You were always like that. Kind, and attentive. Always putting him and your family ahead of yourself. It was something that Daryl fell in love with first all those years ago. Although it tends to worry and annoy him on occasion.

"I'm gonna be fine, alright?" Daryl reassures when he sees the worry isn't completely washed away from your face. You nod, lacing your fingers with his and leading him out of the building.

Just when it seems the day couldn't get worse, it does. You and Daryl find a girl with her father, and thankfully she knows enough english for a trade. A little med kit for some apples and rabbit.

What at first seems like the first score of the day ends in Daryl and his partner sprawled out on the damp ground. Both have matching knots on the side of their heads and Daryl a gunshot wound, yet both look and reach out towards each other. Daryl's eyes slip close before he can help it.

Daryl wakes to a start. His limbs and eyes are heavy, and he hears a woman talking— chanting?— in French. His eyes are blurry, but he's pretty sure he's looking at nuns surrounding him, one of them— the one that's speaking— has a heated fire poker, so hot the tip is a bright orange.

He yelps and shouts, trying to break free from the women's grip, but between being outnumbered, in pain, and exhausted, he doesn't move much. Daryl's eyes fly around the room in a panic, trying to catch sight of you, but there's no such thing. Once the molten poker hits his skin, the pain blinds him and he's out again.

Daryl wakes again much later. Maybe hours, maybe days later, he's not sure. He spots a nun pouring water from a basin in a large tub. Despite his body not functioning up to speed, he sits up anyway. At that moment, she turns towards him.

"You feeling better?" She asks, a foreign accent marking her words.

"Where is she?" He grumbles out, voice like sandpaper. "Y/N, where is she?"

"She's in another room, eating. She came to see you, you were still sleeping," she explains. "I'm Isabelle."

Isabelle explains the situation to Daryl. How the cauterization to prevent the spread of infection from that acidic walker, where he was, and how you were, all while removing the bandage on his arm. She makes some other conversation, but Daryl is mostly quiet, too busy with thoughts of you. However, Daryl isn't panicked, just concerned.

He doesn't feel the woman or any nuns at the abby had ill intent. They could've just left you both to die, but they didn't. Instead taking total strangers back to their home. Daryl does just want to see you. To make absolute sure you're safe and alright.

After Isabelle leaves, he takes her up on her offer of a bath. He can see the steam from here, and after the freezing cold ocean water from the other day, he needs it. He also doesn't need you worrying about his wound, so keeping it clean was a good first step.

He makes it quick and hasty, already out with a towel when Isabelle enters with clean clothes. Daryl feels a little exposed, only dressed with a towel, but Isabelle is quick to exit once she gives him the clean clothes.

Daryl hurries out the door once he's dressed. He doesn't really know where he's going, but he follows the noise of chatter. He peeks his head in the room he hears the most noise and spots you, talking with a couple of the nuns and eating soup.

"Hey, Angel," you say, dropping your spoon in your soup when he makes his presence known. You stand, placing your hand on his cheek and pressing a sweet kiss to the side of his mouth.

"You alright?" Daryl asks, tentatively touching the bruise on your temple. You nod, smiling when you kiss his wrist.

"Isabelle said your arm looks good." You sit down and Daryl follows suit. One of the women places a bowl in front of him, and he's quick to dig in and slurp up his soup.

"Told you, 'm fine."

"I know, but if I don't worry about you, who will?"

Isabelle gives you and Daryl a tour of the convent. She introduces Laurent to you both and explained the miracle of his birth, how he's special. Daryl scoffed, but he could tell you were a little intrigued with Isabelle's plan of getting him to a better place. Somewhere safer and where he could be happier.

Daryl would've flat out refused if it weren't for you. You convinced him to help out the women on their journey. Isabelle promised she'd help get you and Daryl back home, or at least access to a radio. It didn't seem very promising, but one look at you and he folded.

You always called him your angel, but in truth, you're the real angel.

After all the introductions and outlining the plan of getting Laurent to wherever he needs to be, it's dinner time. Laurent was a strange kid. He liked to talk and sometimes he'd get all philosophical and ask Daryl deep questions. His odd questions and badgering took up most of the day. You mostly just giggled at Daryl and his usually half-assed answers.

At dinner, the other nuns regard Daryl nervously. You had quietly joked to him that's it's his 'intimidating energy,' as you called it.

"But don't worry, I find it really hot," you had said in a whisper while the nuns set the table. Daryl blushed and moved to hide his face from you, which just made you giggle.

The only ones that speak English are Isabelle, Laurent, and another nun named Sylvie. The three translated any conversation between you, Daryl, and the other women. It was mostly them asking questions to learn about you and Daryl.

"She wants to know how long you two have been married," Isabelle asks, translating a question from the oldest nun, Mother Superior.

"Oh," you had said, stumbling a little. Daryl could feel heat flush his cheeks and ears. "We're not married."

Sylvie and a few of the other women had made a slightly surprised face, and Mother Superior looked just aghast when Isabelle translated.

"Don't you two live together?" Laurent asks, ever on top of things. "And haven't you been together for years?"

"Yeah..." you say with a shrug. "Guess we just never thought to."

"There even a point?" Daryl asks. "No courts, no paper to sign."

It seemed nobody had to translate for the oldest nun this time. Maybe it was his tone or nonchalant shrug while he said it, but it seemed she got the point. She made a noise of astonishment, shook her head while muttering a player and making the motion of a cross. Daryl honestly thought it was a little comical, never did he think he'd be discussing marriage with a bunch of nuns, in an abby, in France no less.

"It's about taking a vow in front of God," Sylvie says. "A show that you love each other and you'll be together forever."

Daryl could feel the awkward tension radiating from you in waves. You moved your food around your plate, slightly unwilling to make eye contact with the nuns. Daryl just shrugged. He knew he loved you, he knew he would be with you forever, he knew you felt the same, he didn't need a big show to prove that.

Daryl never gave marriage a huge thought. Before he met you, he was sure he'd never even fall in love. After you, he was so deeply head over heels for you, he never thought he needed a big wedding to prove how much he loved you. He showed it everyday, at least he tried his best to. Maybe he wasn't the most romantic or emotionally inclined, but he tried to make you feel loved and happy.

Besides, you'd never hinted at marriage. If you did, maybe it'd be a different story. You'd never said you wanted a wedding, did you want one? Did you want to be married, and thought he wouldn't want it? Daryl's not sure.

Now that he's thinking, really thinking during the semi-awkward silence that replaced the once lively conversation, maybe you did want marriage. Daryl remembers all those years ago when Maggie and Glenn married. They didn't have a huge wedding or anything, just a ring and a small celebration with some scavenged champagne. He remembers how happy you looked, how fondly you gazed at the happy couple.

He remembers how he made a comment similar to the one he just made, about no point of being married. You had nudged his shoulder and told him to be quiet, that it was romantic. That it didn't matter there were no marriage licenses or wedding gowns or honeymoons, they were happy and in love. How they just wanted to be husband and wife, just because they were committed to one another.

Daryl looks at you seated next to him, and it's like something changes. Maybe calling you his wife wouldn't be so bad.

Isabelle leads you and Daryl to separate rooms. After the big news of you and Daryl being unwed, Mother Superior didn't want you both staying in the same room. It was bizarre to Daryl, but you wanted to respect their wishes. So he conceded, and allowed Isabelle to take you away from him.

You blowed him a dramatic kiss as you walked away, like you were going off to war or something. He played along anyway like he always did with you, grabbing the kiss and bringing it to his chest just to see you laugh.

Now, laying in bed without your steady presence beside him was unwelcome. He felt strange, like he was missing a vital part of him. He couldn't even remember the last time he's slept without you. Even those years he was out in the woods looking for Rick, you were there, always right beside him.

He tossed and turned, fiddling with a little scrap of stained white fabric he had clutched in his hand. It was from his angle wing on his vest. A small piece had peeled off after the long trip in the ocean, and he had shoved it in his pocket without thinking.

Eventually, Daryl stood. Maybe he'd get in trouble with the nuns in the morning, but he doesn't care, he needs you. He carefully pushes open his door before making his way towards your room. He enters your room without knocking, letting out a relived sigh when he sees you laying in bed.

"You didn't even knock," you say, sitting up in bed. "What if you had just barged into one of the nun's rooms? Don't think they would've liked it much."

"I must have God on my side." You snort and shake your head. He walks over to you and sits on your bed, pushing you back into the pillows.

"What're you doing here anyway? Got lost?" You tease, a smirk on your face that Daryl kisses away.

"Missed you," he murmurs against your lips, before pulling away just barley to trail feverish kisses from your jaw to your neck. You groan.

"They won't like this much you know," you say, heated breaths fanning out across the top of Daryl's head. "We should respect their wishes. We're in their home."

"Whatever, we're helpin' them with their mission, ain't we?" You push Daryl away lightly, and so he pulls away. You're giving him a concerned look that makes Daryl worry.

"Yes, but they're also helping us. They're helping to get us home, and I don't wanna risk anything." Daryl sighs, the breath causing your messy hair to flutter slightly. He smooths it down tenderly.

"I'm gonna get you home. Don't gotta worry." You grasp his hand playing with your hair and kiss his fingertips. He curls his fingers around your hand and lifts it to his lips, placing careful kisses to your knuckles.

"I do hate sleeping without you," you admit, voice quiet. He nods, placing your hand gently to rest on your stomach, still holding it.

"Guess I just have to marry you then." Daryl had intended it as a joke, but realized he was serious about halfway through. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazes at you, hair fanning out on the pillow with an adorably confused look on your face.

He's not sure what took him so long to realize. But he's never been so sure of anything in his life. He wants you to be his wife. You're already his everything, his forever, he wants it to be official. He wants to hear you call him your husband, he wants you to be his and him yours in every sense there is.

"Are you joking?" You ask, a furrow to your brow and a tilt to your head. He shakes his head, his insecurities begin to evade his mind.

"I love you," he starts, unable to meet your questioning gaze. "I never thought about marriage, never thought anyone could love me like that." You push his hair from his face and caress his cheek, regarding him with a look so full of love he knows he's made the right choice. "But I wanna do it with you, if you want."

"Why now?" You sit up, pressing your palms on either side of his face. "Is it because of what the nuns said?"

"Kinda." He shrugs, and you smile softly.

"Daryl, I don't need us to be married to know you love me. You show me that every day. You don't need to prove anything." He shakes his head, holding your hands in place by grasping your wrists loosely.

"I want to be married to you. I never really thought about it before this s'all, but I do," Daryl confirms, holding your gaze steadily now. "I wanna be with you forever. You're everything to me."

Tears collect in your eyes and Daryl is terrified he messed up, that maybe you didn't want this. Maybe this would feel too possessive to you, like you'd be tied down, like he'd be owning you. Before his thoughts can spiral too out of control, you kiss him. You kiss him so hard and so passionately, Daryl almost falls backwards.

"I'd love to marry you." Daryl grips at your hips and you clutch at his shoulders. He rests his forehead against yours.

"I don't have a damn ring," Daryl says. He pulls out the little scrap of fabric from his vest, taking hold of you hand. He ties the little scrap around your finger, rubbing over your ring finger when he's done. "That'll have to do for now."

"It's a piece of your vest?" Daryl nods, and you grin so brightly, you almost light up the entire room. "Now I always have a little part of my Angel with me."

Daryl smiles, his chest feeling warmer than ever before. He shoves you down into the bed and follows quickly, pulling you up to lay on his chest. You laugh and admire the makeshift ring adorning your left hand.

"You're my Angel."

Daryl's eyes crack open to the sound of a door creaking and is immediately met with bright sunlight. A deep sigh is what causes him to open his eyes fully. Isabelle is standing by the door, fresh clothes in hand with a disappointed look on her face.

"Mother Superior won't be happy," she says. Daryl looks to your form curled up next to him, and he couldn't care less. You roll over to face Isabelle and grin so brightly, Daryl's heart might just burst.

"But we're married," you say, your voice still sleepy, while throwing out your hand from under the covers to show off the 'ring.' You look so proud Daryl can't help but smile. "Got married last night."

"What?" Daryl isn't sure if she looks more confused or shocked. "You got married? Last night?"

"Yeah," Daryl replies nonchalantly, throwing his legs off the bed to stand.

"You need someone to marry you, you can't just decide your married." Isabelle looks amused now as she places the clothing on the dresser.

"What for?" You ask, sitting up. "Like Daryl said, there's no marriage licensing or anything."

"Yes, but you could still be married in the eyes of God," Isabelle says, a thoughtful look on her face.

"We ain't catholic," Daryl says, reaching to grab the clothes Isabelle placed on the dresser. She pushes his hand away.

"Humor us," she says, getting met with confused looks from both you and Daryl. "Let us put something together. I'm sure no one will mind a little wedding."

You and Daryl tried to refuse, but it seems nuns are very convincing. Or maybe it's just because they're all women. Soon you and Daryl are getting set up in makeshift wedding attire. Daryl is getting prepped up in the clothing closest to a tux while nuns are creating a dress for you. Sewing and pinning up a white garnet they found to resemble something of a wedding gown.

Daryl was less than ecstatic, but he saw how happy you looked when you rushed by him to get fitted into the gown and he was suddenly ok with it all. The next time he saw you, it was while he was at the alter.

The women had made a trail of different fabrics to make a sort of carpet trail to the alter. Your white dress stands out against the multitude of colors of the carpet. Daryl's eyes flit from your dress to your sparkling eyes to your contagious grin before settling on the fabric tied in a knot around your finger.

He can't take his eyes off you.

Even when you finally make it across from him and Mother Superior begins to read from the Bible can he focus on anything but you. The foreign words are the last thing on his mind.

"I love you," you mouth to him, smiling with tears glistening your eyes. Daryl feels tears begin to prick at his own.

"Love you, too," he mouths back. He's nudged slightly by the young boy, and that's what brings him back. "Huh?"

"Say 'I do,'" Laurent mumbles, causing the nuns to laugh.

"Oh, yeah, I do," Daryl says, feeling a blush creep up his neck. You smile at him, causing him to smile back and forgetting the slight embarrassment. After a few more words read from the holy book, the officiate turns to you.

"I do," you say with a watery laugh. A tear finally falls and Daryl is swift with wiping it away. After a few more words, the book is closed, and she motions for you to kiss.

Daryl crashes his lips to yours without a seconds hesitation. You hum into his lips and Daryl can feel your tears drip down. He pulls away, to realize it was his own tears he felt. You grin happily, brushing away his tears with your thumbs.

"We're married," you say, quietly. Daryl feels his heart miss a beat and he can't help press another firm kiss to your lips.

It's decided the journey to deliver Laurent will begin tomorrow. One day of resting up and celebrating the newlyweds. You're the happiest Daryl has seen since you left to look for Rick. He keeps finding himself grinning to himself seeing you so happy, chatting with Isabelle and Sylvie and eating delicious food. Even indulging in a little homemade wine tucked away for special occasions.

"Hey, you," you whisper, winding your arms around Daryl's neck. You teeter on your feet, just a bit tipsy on the wine. Your grin is so happy and free, so infectious, Daryl grins back. "Having fun?" He shrugs.

"I like watching you have fun." He twirls a little piece of your hair. You frown, Daryl rubs it away with his thumb which results in a kiss on his finger tips. "I'd have more fun if we were alone," he murmurs in your ear, kissing the shell. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and giggle.

"This is a house of God, Daryl." He shrugs at your teasing. You rock back and forth between your left and right foot, fingers twisting around the curls at the back of his neck. Suddenly, you look thoughtful as you gaze at him.

"What?" He questions.

"I just wish Carol and Maggie could be here, our family." You shrug, looking down. "I miss them, Jude and RJ, too. All of them." He kisses your forehead and gently lifts up your chin to meet his eyes.

"We'll have to have a party when we get back." Daryl kisses your forehead again, lips moving down to your temple.

"Yeah, ok," you say, nodding and smiling again, happy at the thought of celebrating with your family. "A nice party after our honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" Daryl asks with a smirk. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Uh, we're in France," you say, a look on your face screaming 'obviously.' "We're going to Paris on our way to deliver Laurent, right?" Daryl nods and snorts.

"You think the Eiffel Tower's still standin'?" You drop your hand from the back of his neck to poke his side, a shocked expression on your face.

"Don't burst my bubble! Of course it's still standing!" You exclaim. Daryl concedes and nods, lifting his hands palms out to put them in a surrendering stance. "I've always wanted to go to Paris. I never imagined I'd have a destination wedding."

Daryl never imagined he'd have a wedding in general. Never thought he'd find someone so loving and amazing as you. As Daryl gazes lovingly into your eyes, hands spread out on your back, he knows he's made the right choice.

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octopotto · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto General Headcanons

OCTO NOTE: Okay I know I said that I would work on the Cloud Strife hcs but then I got sad and thought about Azul lmaooo

Think of this as a celebration post for the live action The Little Mermaid release!! Has anyone seen it yet??

Warnings: NOT PROOF-READ, Yandere behaviour, manipulation, obsession, OOC madness, blackmail, insecurities, Jade and Floyd, this is a mess lmao I’m sorry.

**WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND

REMINDER: Yandere behaviour of any kind is unhealthy behaviour. It should not be something to seek out in real life. If you are experiencing any sort of inappropriate behaviour, please contact help/seek out help.

**The reader will ALWAYS be Gender-Neutral!

ps. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO MY FELLOW LGBTQIA+ <3333

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- Azul can be described as a greedy, manipulative, and intelligent individual who uses logical reasoning and sometimes solid ‘evidence’ to succeed, whether it be his business or his education.

- At least on the outside.

- On the inside is an insecure, isolated, and paranoid little octopus that when cornered, just can’t help but slowly become unable to contain the facade he worked on for years.

- Now imagine this sad lil’ octopus as a yandere

- Not good lol

- I mean yes, the manipulative and intelligent nature of Azul are probably the main reasons as to why he’s one of the more terrifying yanderes in the TWST cast.

- But it’s because of him being very self-conscious of everything, as well as years of being isolated from his peers at a young age, Azul can be very much a clingy type as well. Especially to ones he cherishes the most.

- Which is unfortunately you! :D

- At first, Azul thought nothing of you

- Only seeing you as a pawn for his own selfish gain.

- But as Book 3 progressed and the on-going reports from the Leech twins, Azul can’t help but become curious of your character, dear prefect.

- Why do you care so much about those 3 fools? You haven’t even known them for a year and yet here you are! Sacrificing your well-being to save them.

- It sickens him.

- The thought of your selflessness makes him sick to his stomach.

- But despite that, he starts to think about you more.

- And begins to imagines

- What if he was the one you were going all out for?

- The one you were taking care of?

- The thought of that shell-shocked him for a bit.

- He shook it off and proceeded to his planning once more.

- Once everything ended with Azul’s overblot, you decided to personally talk to him.

- Telling him that you also went through some of the same issues that he had as well.

- Pointing out your flaws, outwards and inwards.

- It’s just you trying to show Azul that he wasn’t alone when it came to these problems. That’s he’s not the only one who’s worked so hard to cover up their past in order to move on.

- To say that Azul was shocked was an understatement.

- In fact he didn’t really say anything while you were talking to him.

- All he did was listen to you.

- And for the first time

- He felt that he wasn’t being made fun of or mocked.

- It was…comforting.

- Azul is clingy.

- Be it in his human form or his octopus form.

- During the museum scene in Book 3 (when the gang looked at the field trip photo), you couldn’t help but hug him after seeing lil’ smol and chubby Azul.

- He looked soo cute and cuddly!!

- Bby Azul!!

- He was in shocked

- He couldn’t move

- But didn’t try to leave your embrace.

- He just stood still.

- He didn’t understand

- For the first time in a while, he felt at peace.

- But at the same time, his heart was starting to beat uncontrollably and his breathing was becoming heavy.

- Ace was weirded out.

- Deuce had no idea what was going on .

- Grim was hungry.

- Jack wanted to leave.

- Floyd and Jade were snickering in the background while this unfolded

- Azul was fuming out of embarrassment when he heard them snicker.

- It was at this point where Azul fell in love with you.

- So ever since then, he secretly longs for your company.

- Walking beside you

- Asking if you’re in needs of favours that only he can fix for you

- If you give him a hug, that man will hold onto you for a while.

- He doesn't even realize it until you mention it to him.

- Even if you’re in the Monstro Lounge, as long as he knows you’re somewhere in the same vicinity as him, he’s at peace for a bit.

“Ah! D-dear Prefect! I didn’t even notice you’ve arrived at the lounge. W-well I know! I know that I wasn’t in the lounge when you came in, I was in my office working on our marriage contract— I mean—! Contacts for fellow peers who need some assistance. And— Floyd! Jade! I can hear your mocking from here! Stop it!”

- Speaking of Floyd and Jade,

- They very much enjoy having you around the lounge.

- Or just when you’re around in general.

- You provide so much entertainment for them, it’s amusing to watch.

- Especially if Azul is around.

- They haven’t seen Azul like that since he was a lil octopus.

- But, like Azul, they also grown fond of you.

- Not like that tho

- Like a sibling

- A lil Shrimpy for them to protect and play with!

- As they grow more fond of you, they start to see you as a pitiful and defenceless Shrimpy.

- Despite you saving them from Azul’s blot form but oh well—

- They have to protect you!!

- So don’t try to run away from them

- It’s pretty much useless at this point.

“Hey hey, Shirmpy~ Let’s play together!! You know it’s useless struggling! Especially since you’re soo puny~ *Giggles* C’mon! I promise that if you stay good, I’ll squeeze you less tight than usual~”

“Fu fu fu~ Floyd please be gentle. You don’t want to scare them more than they already are. Dear prefect, don't be alarmed. We simply want to spend a little quality time with you before Azul orders us to bring you to the lounge.”

******

- Despite Azul being a very cunning and manipulative individual, he’s also very self-conscious.

- Azul puts these precautions and restrictions on you because he’s scared that you’ll leave.

- He’s paranoid that you’ll just run off and find another person that’s better than him.

- He’s always been casted aside for almost all his life.

- That’s why he made sure to cover up all of his past self.

- He doesn’t want to be that ‘octo-twerp’ anymore.

- He doesn’t want you to think of him as that twerp he was years ago.

- He doesn’t want you, the person he loves so much, to see him like that.

- Even with all the reassurance from you.

- Believe it or not, Azul takes your opinions of him in high regards

- Meaning if he finds out about something you don’t like about him (beside the obvious problematic traits he has), he would make sure to change, if not conceal them, in order for you to stay happy with him.

- As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

- He just doesn’t want you to leave him, is that so hard to ask for?

- So please just stay

- For the sake of his own being entirely.

- And if you don’t?

- Hoo boy—

- You thought Azul was bad during the 3rd book with his contracts?

- It’s gets worst

- Especially since it’s business mixed with love.

- Let’s get this outta the way, this man will search high and low for any flaw or problem you have.

- He’ll find anything and I mean anything.

- Whether it be you’re struggling with (school, education, etc) or something you did.

- If he can’t find worthy material, he’ll just make up something believable. Then will exaggerate that shit till you can't even defend yourself.

- He will find a way, he'll find something to use against you.

- And once he has all of the information he needs to trap help you, all he has to do is call in one (or both if you’re slippery lmao) of the tweel twins to ‘kindly escort’ you to his office!

- This is Azul we’re talking about. He’s always ready to lend a hand to a fellow peer in need.

- And it’s totally out of the kindness of his 3 pure and selfless hearts.

- What a saint.

- 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

- Whatever problem Azul decides to blackmail you with, the only way for him to solve it is for you is to give your unconditional love and devotion to him.

- He will also give you his love and devotion as well. But he didn’t say that out loud.

- At this point, you just have to give in.

- I mean, look at what could happen if Azul leaks out the blackmail material he’s using against you.

- You could possibly get kicked out of Night Raven.

- Where would you and Grim go? You’re not even from here! You don’t even have enough money saved up.

- Even if you could threaten Azul with fraudulence (if the accusations he presented were false), there’s nothing that Floyd and Jade can’t do when needing to silence someone.

- And both are glad to do so if you’re planning to leave them.

“My dear Prefect! Why are you looking so downcast? Is it because of what I said? Oh, don’t worry! If anything happens to you, it will be alright as long as you sign this contract I have provided before you. You don’t want to? Then hopefully you don’t mind Floyd and Jade kindly convincing you to do so? I promise you, prefect, you’ll be fine with me as long as you do what I say. My generosity and unconditional love holds no bounds when it comes to you.”

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OCTO NOTE: OKAY! This is probably the most out of character fic I’ve written so far. So please forgive me!! 😭😭😭

But I hope you enjoy this lil fic! I will be working on Cloud’s Headcanons now! <33

ALSO— THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 100+ HEARTS FOR BOTH SILVER FICS!!!! I PROMISE I'LL ALSO WRITE MORE FOR OUR SLEEPY BOY ❤️❤️❤️

#tw yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #male yandere #twisted wonderland imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #azul twst #azul twisted wonderland #twst headcanons

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chris-continues · 2 years ago

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Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

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polyamorouspunk · 7 months ago

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Happy Friday!!

I have so many projects going on man I'm going crazy lol. I think some of the projects need put on hold until I save up for a decent sewing machine though.

But I've got my garden going again, and my coworkers gave me a deadline to write a childrens book based on doodles, and Im working on my zine that for some reason I can only open in chrome(???), and I wanna do a little research with my punk 101 posts, and also I need to do research that Im not really in the mood for so I can make that music map.

Oh and also I'm going to see Radium Girls (a play) tomorrow with a friend, and I'm debating if I'm going back to my college sunday for my friends graduation, but I dont really want to cause its gonna be raining. And also also, Some (different) co-workers wanna play dnd with me, but I dont think I'd like playing with them just from knowing them for a few months but I dont know how to be like 'no', but also Im on a HUGE dnd kick (I got new converse I need to show off btw) but have no one to play with and that makes me sad, but I dont want to play with people who will make it not fun for me :(

But how are you? How was your week? Any fun plans??? (side note: do you like dnd, just out of curiousity?)

I ain’t making people scroll though this

My week has been… better. Better than last week. Monday I took a day trip to Virginia Beach by myself to kind of clear my head and my soul, purge some of that pain and negative energy. Last night when you sent this though it kind of just… came back… which is why I didn’t answer this then.

Tomorrow I’m going out with my family to some botanical garden that only opens like 4 times a year or something to the public. We’re bringing lunch with us so I guess we’ll be eating together somewhere, maybe at the gardens.

I’m counting down the days until I fly back to CT to go see Electric Callboy with my friends, and then hopefully go to the aquarium with my gf + friends. Other than that I don’t have any plans for that trip. I still have to tell my brother + my other friend when I’ll be up, I just feel like any spare moment I have I use to recover some psychological HP.

I’m going from working 30+ hours a week to only 3 days a week soon because we’re getting self checkout on Monday. Hopefully I can use that time to work on some things for @prideful-things-shop, mainly the snowglobe tumblers (don’t worry, you’re getting one of the Eeveelution ones).

I’m still waiting to hear back if we can go to that concert and trying to book my tattoo appointment for that Friday.

I LOVE Radium Girls, I read the book, it’s one of my favorite books. I know they turned it into a play and a movie, but I haven’t seen either of them. I actually grew up near one of the locations in the book. They put a mall right next to it, so that’s where I used to go to the mall. I’ve never been to the clock factory, but it’s a museum now. Maybe I can add that to the list of things to do when I go back home. It’s also right across the highway from one of those defunct Jesus theme parks. I’ve wanted to visit that too.

I’ve never played DnD, but my friends made a game that’s similar and I was part of the pilot test group for that, and apparently they’re still playing all these years later. It’s been almost a decade.

My mom wants to make raised beds but we haven’t gotten that far yet. She wants a saw, just hasn’t been able to spare the money for it yet. I’ve offered to get it for her but she declined. We were looking at them while I was looking for the drill I bought for the tumblers. She has a lot of potted plants though lining the porch, including some herbs, and I think she’s planning on some carrots and cherry tomatoes.

I’ve been studying the sub-genres of metal music for a while, basically so that I can ID a song/band by it’s genre and guide people towards recommendations based on what they already listen to (country, pop, rap, etc.). The idea of making a music map sounds really exciting, I would love to do some research for something like that (like I said, I’m already using spare time to do that on my own anyway).

I’m really hoping once I have more free time I can also go back to working on my patch pants. My grandma bought us a sewing machine from the thrift store she works at, and she taught my mom how to use it, and my mom has used it to make pillow cases for outside pillows, but she didn’t buy outdoor fabric and they faded quickly. This year I paid for some outdoor fabric we picked out together along with some more fabric for my patches, so I’m turning our front porch into a fruit-themed area, which my mom isn’t really thrilled about but I’m the one paying for everything, so…

The other day there was a big snake on the front porch and my mom had to kill it. It was a pretty rough experience for both of us. We have a cat that lives on our front porch which is who found it, and then our neighbor has a cat who lives on her front porch, and we’ve had snakes get in the house before, and now we have indoor cats, so it’s just a risk we can’t take. It made me reflect a lot about city vs country life and a lot of things tied to that (poverty, race, queerness, etc.).

Here’s to hoping we can both have a relaxing but productive summer, and I’ll see you soon xoxo

#punk gets mail

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9 23 28 <33

23. Say three things about someone you hate: I wish I hadn’t known you, sometimes. I do. But it happened, and I’m still glad, in ways, that I got to know you for such a time. I hope you’ve found happiness now, I hope you treat yourself better, and get to see at least some of the beautiful things about life, because you deserve them, and I hope you know that now. (Maybe we’ll see eachother in life again, who can tell)

28. Do you collect anything? Well, I used to collect cassettes, although I haven’t as much since my cassette player’s broken, and I suppose you could say in a way I collect books? I’m just a bookworm idk… aand I do however, collect flowers to dry ::3

(Question nine’s down below the cut, it’s just a bit long lol)

9. Tell a story about your childhood: One time, I went down to my favourite place in the world, Wellington, when I was around the age of eight, and I remember so vividly the drive down, it’s always so… content for me whenever I go there, it’s like my home. When we went we got up around 4:00 in the morning because the drive always takes ages because it’s at the other end of this island of the country, and I was so sleepy but I was happy. We went through a tunnel at one point and I remember thinking I saw a demon but it was just the road being really dark because it was night and it was the red lights of the truck in front of us (I laugh about this so much now), uh, my Mum also ran over a possum on the way down when were driving through a stretch of countryside and it was still dark, which we always joke about now heheh ~ we stopped to have breakfast at a lake about a quarter of the way down, and the sun hadn’t risen yet but the sky was a faint blue, and god it was so cold, the table we were at was so wet we got towels out, I think. That was the first trip down when I made a pact to myself to always listen to only Fat Freddy’s Drop (a reggae band from Aoteroa, who I’ve grown up on) so I listened to them all the way down the next time we went cause I had headphones of my own. And I have since, without fail. It began to clear up, but it was raining as we drove through the countryside about an hour from the lake. When we got there, hours later, it was raining so much, which is pretty standard weather there, and I love it. So much. I felt so peaceful and quiet music was playing, and the beautiful thing is, as you’re driving into the city, you drive along the ocean on one side of you, with mountains on the other, which never fails to make me smile. We had lunch in the car, I think, it’s a bit hazy to remember that part but I remember my parents getting lunch out of the back of the ute. The feeling on the way back, though… I just felt like I never wanted to leave, and I remember thinking that so clearly, on the drive back through a stretch of road (it’s called Desert road, it’s owned my the New Zealand military, so you can’t go walking in it, but there’s a road through it). This might be dramatic, but skyfall by Adele was playing, and there was a board of games between me and my sibling in the car, and the heater was on and I had my blanket wrapped around my shoulders, and as I was watching the rain against the window and the fog outside and trying to get even a glimpse of grass on the side of the road, I remember thinking so clearly, I wish I could go back already. It’s always felt like a second home to me, no matter where I am in life. I could tell stories about my times there whenever anyone asks <3

#my asks #beautiful lovely mutuals #may’s musings #this was really fun to do #last one got me a bit nostalgic in a good way

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purplesurveys · 2 years ago

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What did you eat for lunch today? I’ve been eating nothing but New Year leftovers for the last two days - today, it was baked salmon and beef in truffle sauce. Would you rather vacation by a beach or a lake? Beach, only because I haven’t had many experiences with lakes and wouldn’t know what it’s like to live near one. But I like the sea anyway, so.

Have you watched any good horror/thriller movies lately? It’s not so ‘lately’ anymore but the last one I watched was Parasite, which I ended up loving a lot. The plot twist was impressively done.

How would you feel about traveling abroad alone? As exciting as it sounds it’s also a bit daunting, which is why I’ve always kind of backed out of doing it. I know that something will feel much less scary as soon as you try doing it, so idk why I haven’t done traveled by myself yet when I’ve wanted to do it for quite some time now – I even have too many bookmarks on my Airbnb at this point lol. I hope to finally try it at least once in 2023. What was the last thing you watched on TV? I’m currently half-watching the telepathy episode of Run BTS.

Do you know your blood type? Honestly, I keep forgetting what it is.

Yesterday, did you get up before 9am? Yes, I woke up at 7. I think my body clock is able to tell that I go back to work Wednesday lol.

How many times does the number ‘7’ occur in your phone number? It doesn’t.

What was your favorite board game as a child? I liked Scrabble (and Boggle even though I know it doesn’t count), but that’s it. I was never too big on board games.

Are you a coffee drinker? Yup, I always make a cup for work and I usually make it last the entire day; on weekends I have a cup both in the morning and evening.

When are you going on vacation again? This weekend we’re headed to Tanay for one last weekend trip before my dad has to leave again.

Who did you last have an alcoholic drink with? Just...me. I’m the only one in the family who drinks and I had some soju during NYE. But counting others, I had drinks with my aunts and uncles last Friday.

What are you going to do after this? I’ll be taking another one.

Who was the last person you were under the covers with? Does a platonic sleepover count? LOL Anj and I shared a blanket when I slept over a few months ago.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Not that I can remember; they’re not really a strong suit. My eyelashes though always get pointed out because of how naturally long they are.

What did you do today? Dreamt about Kimi and woke up crying, watched a ton of wrestling for the first time in a while (the whole day, actually), took a couple of naps, played with the dogs; now that I’m settled for the evening all I plan to do is watch some Run BTS, take surveys, and maybe get started on the book that Kat gave me.

How is your hair? Uh, fine, I guess. I just showered so it feels healthy and bouncy rn.

Do you like to cuddle? Not so much if it isn’t with a significant other. I only like to cuddle with my dogs.

Name something great that happened today? While watching Wrestlemania 38 this morning I realized that the match I was watching was being officiated by a female referee. Idk how long WWE has been doing this but it felt really good :) and it helped me get into the match more.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you really cried over? Like, because of love? None. I’ve only ever cried from loss-related situations, like when my grandpa died or as a kid whenever we had to bring my dad to the airport.

When was the last time you saw your father? Around half an hour ago when I told him goodnight.

Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor? Once.

Do you like your life as of now? Sure! I think I can be maximizing more opportunities that come my way, but otherwise I’m satisfied.

Who was the last person you hung out one-on-one with? Angela when we went Christmas shopping + had late lunch together.

Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant? No, but I would be very confused.

Last thing you drank? Coffee.

Did you kiss or hug anyone today? Just the dogs.

Do you tend to make relationships complicated? No.

Could you go a day without eating? I can, but it would be very uncomfortable and I know it would make me very grouchy.

Ever kissed anyone whose name starts with a M? Nopes.

Where did your last kiss take place? I think it was by my car or somewhere outside my house idk, it was over two years ago and something I’d rather forget.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? Nah.

Do you use online banking? Do you have an app on your phone? Yeah, I use online payments almost exclusively now and can’t even remember the last time I withdrew cash. The Philippines is still largely a cash-basis country though - especially in the provinces!!! - so the habit bites me back in the ass occasionally because I keep forgetting to withdraw for out-of-town trips lol. My friends have most definitely had to cover for me more than once.

How old were you when you started buying your own clothes? Towards the end of high school and start of college. I was a late bloomer as I wasn’t really given the avenues to express myself when I was younger, so it took me a while to find my footing and figure out what I genuinely wanted to wear.

Who does most of the chores in your house? My mom, only because she likes stuff done a certain way.

What is your least favourite household chore? Folding clothes. It strains my back, but generally I also don’t like touching other people’s clothes even if at that point they’re all squeaky clean.

What was your first job? Did you like it? My first job is also my current one, although I’ve been promoted since then. As for liking it, I will say that I was definitely wide-eyed at first - as any fresh grad landing her first job would be - but I can’t be any more jaded at this point. It’s the people who make the job easier to stay in.

What was the last food you were craving? Did you get some? Baked sushi. Yup, I bought a party tray for media noche.

Has anyone ever seen you naked? Sure.

How do you get around? Car, bike, public transport? Car.

How often do you see your parents? I live with them so I see them as frequently as it could possibly get; but if we’re being more particular, I see my mom everyday and my dad for a few weeks every 4-5 months.

Do you own your cell phone or is it on a plan? It’s on a plan but it’ll be fully-paid by next month.

Where do you get most of your clothes? Just online shops I see here and there.

Do you remember how old you were when you first started using computers? I was 3 when my dad first introduced me to a PC, but it wasn’t until I was 10 and we had wifi installed when I started regularly using a laptop.

What is the first video game you remember playing? I liked playing a Need For Speed game on my dad’s aforementioned PC because he got a steering wheel/pedal simulator for it.

Have you ever dated a Josh? Nope.

Does your family do reunion gatherings? Not really, only during the holidays. We did have one non-holiday family reunion on my dad’s side in like 2018 but that hasn’t been repeated since.

What would you order to drink if you were in a bar right now? My usual, Long Island iced tea.

How old were you when you started to wear a bra, if ever? I must have been around 10 or 11.

Do you have any long-lost loves? No.

When was the last time you had a first kiss? That would be my actual first kiss eight years ago.

How many homes have you ever lived in? That I can remember, three. I know my mom and dad moved a couple of times with me when I was a newborn, though.

When was the last time you moved? When we moved into our current home 15 years ago.

Have you ever donated money to charity? Yes, usually to organizations or shelters that take in stray animals.

What’s your favourite type of exercise? I hate exercising; it’s always felt like a chore for me no matter how long I try to do it in the hopes of growing into the routine.

How many jobs have you had? Just the one.

When was the last time you dined at your favourite restaurant? The closest to being my favorite is Yabu, and I haven’t dined in there since like the end of 2021. I prefer getting food delivered.

What do you keep in your bedside table? A bunch of chargers and my lamp.

Have you ever given your number to someone? Not in that way, but yeah I have.

Do you have an ensuite bathroom? No.

What shoes do you wear the most? My Onitsuka Tiger shoes.

How old were you when you learned how to drive? My dad started giving me lessons when I was 17 so that I could be all ready to apply for a license as soon as I turned 18.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? What was the baby's name? I’ve never been. They weren’t all that popular before, but we’ve since caught on with the Western world so I imagine my friends would be hosting their own in a few years should they have their own kids.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? We had privately-operated school ‘buses’ which were really just either Hi Aces or L300s that can house 10-15 kids.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I like to put the needs of others before my own, oftentimes to my own discomfort but I’ve never minded.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. I have hair that’s thick and grows fast, so shaving is something I have to do twice, thrice as much as the next person.

What's in your purse right now? I don’t have a purse, just my wallet. Right now it has all my important cards and my ticket to Seonho’s fanmeet this 22nd.

Do you vote in your country's elections? Of course. I don’t take that right lightly.

What was your first kiss like? It felt as adorable and innocent as any teenage kiss would be. Braces were in the mix so it had a bit of awkwardness, but otherwise it gave the butterflies-in-stomach sensation you’d read in teenage/YA novels.

Shuffle your music and skip twice. What song is playing? Eh my phone is too far at the moment and I don’t feel like crawling out of my blanket to check.

Have you ever been a freelancer? Nope.

What mood were you in when you woke up today? Surprised, because I realized I fell asleep at like 10 PM the night before lol.

What storey is your bedroom on? It’s on the second floor, as are all the bedrooms.

What gifts do you usually receive at Easter? I don’t receive anything during Easter; not really a tradition here to give gifts.

Do you use a planner to keep track of your life? Nah, the most I have is a to-do list/planner for work.

Who was the last person you sent an email to? It was one of the restaurants I bought from for media noche; they needed me to send an email with my proof of payment so they could proceed to processing my order.

Are there any posters in your bedroom? Not at the moment; we had everything taken off the walls when we repainted and renovated the entire place but I imagine I’d be putting stuff back up again soon.

What was your favourite fairytale as a kid? Didn’t really have any.

Is there anything in your freezer that you really need to get rid of? As far as I know, no.

Have you ever played Second Life? No, I’m not sure I even know what that is.

What do you like about the town or city you live in? It has all the features/attractions/amenities of Metro Manila without having to actually be in Metro Manila.

What do you dislike about the town or city you live in? The traffic at night is awful.

Are your parents good cooks? Yep; my mom isn’t a cook per se but she tries, and to me that’s enough to call her good. I can’t even touch the stove without freaking out lmao.

What's the first thing you notice about a person? Body language.

Have you ever been to a chiropractor? Did you like it? I haven’t.

What is your favourite museum? I’m biased towards social history so I find that I’ve enjoyed going through ancestral houses/museums the most.

Do you know anyone who is an actor? Not an actor, no; but I know a number of people working behind the camera in the film industry, mostly schoolmates because we have a film department in the college that I come from. They’ve worked as directors, assistant directors, producers, production assistants, cinematographers, DOPs, etc.

Have your wisdom teeth come through yet? I’ve since had two of them removed and I know at least one more is bound for extraction because my dentist already pointed it out lol.

How many weddings have you been to? A lot when I was younger; I can’t possibly count them all because I know I’d miss a few ones. I haven’t been to one since 2007 though.

Do you watch Youtube? What channels do you like? Yes. I watch so many BTS fan channels that make compilation videos of the boys; but I also enjoy informative ones like Vice Asia, Insider Business, National Geographic, and channels for entertainment like GMM, ODG, Try Guys, Jolly.

What's your alcohol of choice? Soju!

Have you ever used a public pay phone? I was born in the final leg of the era when they used to be prevalent, but I’ve never actually used one.

Which one item would you save from your burning house? Realistically, my phone.

Do you have a Twitter account? Yep.

What is your hair like right now? Kind of damp. Nothing else too significant about it.

How do you like your eggs cooked? Runny yolk plz.

What's the longest you've been without showering? Around 3 days during times when I’m feeling down in the dumps.

Name one of your guilty pleasure songs. I don’t think I have any. If I like a song I’m not usually the type to hide it lol.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? Nope.

What was the most expensive bill you paid within the last month? Not a bill but media noche dinner since I covered like 98% of the food we had.

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lovecomesin · 7 months ago

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30 Days Until 31: Part 1

Life has been so good. I told you I would write more and in an attempt to be a woman of my word, here I am. Just last week I paid a deposit for my birthday trip and I’ll admit I was truly contemplating whether or not I should celebrate myself this year. Last year was my 30th birthday and I took time off but I stayed home with Jagger watching tv and drinking wine- which was proper lovely by the way lol. But this year I want to do something I’ve never done before and add a familiar twist to it. I will be going back to Mexico at an all-inclusive resort, booked by my travel agent Kendra all by myself lol. I’m used to traveling alone within the states but this will be my first travel outside the country solo. I’ll admit I am a bit nervous because I do want to be safe but I also want to celebrate myself fully and properly. I will more than likely stay on the resort and only leave for the xcaret excursion but who knows. Lately I have been making it my business to love on people while I can while also keeping it organic. It’s been truly wonderful. I only have healthy amazing relationships in my life and it’s the life I’ve always deserved. I’m continuing to double down on ensuring I don’t put myself in spaces, situation or relationships that I have deemed inappropriate for me. I’m tired of denying myself the things I really want. No more. I will continue to get the things I want in this life should God see fit. It’s my time. I’ve been working on navigating my adult life by getting back to things that make me happy: nature walks, working out, time with my family and friends, traveling, art and music. Redefining what adulthood looks and feels like for me has been a beautiful journey. I have faith that the good Lord will continue to supply all my needs and desires. I trust in Him explicitly. I keep telling myself I will go out and get to know more people and I will. I want to go to places near my home first since I haven’t fully divulged in everything my city has to offer. I also haven’t found a church home yet and I really want to go back to church. I want to experience true love with a man that I feel safe enough to be intimate and open ourselves to a new world of possibilities. I don’t see the need to compare where I am to where anyone else is because all that I have the Lord has provided and his timing has been superb thus far. I trust the process and my journey specifically. More importantly I trust God and myself. The life I thought I was supposed to be living is completely different than the one I am living currently. If you would have told me I would not be in communication with a number of individuals who are friend and family alike I wouldn’t have believed it. And yet here I stand. Strong, proud, happy, healthy, blessed and at peace. I’m making a vow to commit to myself under any circumstances. At the end of the day I am my own individual self. No one can hold my hand to get me into Heaven just as no one can step into my shoes. The other day I read a quote on twitter about how I used to imagine how my life would be- boyfriend, marriage, grandkids etc. and how it is now time to reimagine life as it truly is: me and a single adult woman. It is important to me to be able to just be right in the moment exactly where I am and enjoy every moment of that placement. So while I would love the opportunity to be in a loving and healthy relationship and I can easily picture that lifestyle for myself. It gets to a point where I cannot continue to live within the fantasy of it all. These days I picture my future alone. It can be painful to picture my future alone but right now it’s all I got. I want to feel safe and nothing is more painful than what I’ve already been through. I trust myself to be able to desire things but not allow those very things to cloud my judgement and make me naive. I’m making it my business to trust myself implicitly. I know my power. I know I am more than capable. I know I am blessed and highly favored. The peace and joy that I have found is well deserved and now one of my most vital necessities of life.

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bethsteaclub · 2 years ago

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Sexcation failed?

By popular demand I’m finally writing another blog post after something like 4 years? Where has the time gone!? A large part of why I haven’t been posting is being too lazy to post but also simply having too much to post about. Even back when I was posting here I had many things I knew I had to write about but new things kept happening on top of all that and things kind of got away from me. Yet here I am again trying to hop back on the horse ;)

Btw I won’t be editing this too closely so excuse me if I trip here and there. It’s the only way I’ll get these out.

I went to Mexico last summer (2022) with my boyfriend. It was a big trip for us which we planed out for a good year in advance. It was our baecation/sexcation which is a big deal for us since me and my bf aren’t super sexual out of the bedroom. We have great sex and I love him a lot but he really doesn’t know me. To him I’m a very wholesome, innocent, and nerdy person. Which I know some of you who know me are laughing at :D. I had a friend of mine call me a wholesome bimbo. I look and dress like a nice normal girl but really there’s a chance I had sex with at least 3 of the guys around us at some point. I also dress like a slut whenever I get the chance to.

This trips was me getting a chance to show my slutty side to him a little and we made it clear to each other that was the goal. No boring swimsuits with a t-shirt over it. Sex all day at the resort. He even called it “Honeymoon Sex”. Which is why I thought this is it. Between all that and this being a trip to a very nice romantic resort which we have been planing for a long time. I was sure he was going to ask me to marry him on this trip. I was very excited and looking forward to it.

I wanted to be married with kids by the time I was 25. But due to my life style and other things that never happened. I’m 30 now and I was 29 when I went on this trip so I saw it as it all finally coming together. As some of you might be able to figure out already…this is not what ended up happening.

We were going to stay for 2 weeks but due to work issues with my bf I was going to get there 3 days before him. I decided to treat this as my last few days of being a slut before I get asked to marry him. Just cut loose and go crazy. I knew if he was going to ask me to marry him it would be the day he lands because we were going to have a really nice dinner that night which he booked himself and played up as a big deal.

I packed my bags like a total slut. Other than my toiletries and essentials, I packed 3 bikinis, 2 shorts, 2 tops, and 2 butt plugs. One of which I was wearing there. I had room to spare in my small backpack. Like always fate decided to put me in front of a horny older man. He was my seat mate on the plane and I got in a fun mile high club in with him. He was very excited to see the butt plug I was wearing. :) It was a great start to the trip. Once I landed I got myself a cab to my resort. I made sure to give my driver some lip service as a tip before heading into my resort. Once I got to my room I showered, put on my bikini on and head out to the beach.

I was smart about who I would hook up with during these 3 days alone. I made sure to ask them when they were leaving the resort making sure they would be gone before or at least a day or two tops around when my bf arrives. Which I very quickly did not stick to. And so began the humping. Guests, waiters, room service. Tips for everyone. The morning of the second day I met an older man who was celebrating his 2nd divorce and was splurging on this trip. Lucky for me he was leaving the morning after my bf arrives so we hit it off. He was telling stranger I was his slutty daughter and getting them to hook up with me. To other he was saying I was his young trophy wife. It was a great 2 days.

Then my bf arrived. I was very satisfied and happy to see him. Ready to start my new life with him while saying good bye to my past life (for the most part lol). We had a great morning. I had sex with him the moment we got into our room. We went to the beach right after and I pretended to discover a very convenient spot for us to have sex there. (A spot I put to great use the 3 days prior). :P We were having a great time. Then came the dinner and I was so nervous and excited. I was so ready for everything! The restaurant was outside of our resort so we had to drive there. It was a beautiful, romantic restaurant.

We sit down and we order and things are going great. I’m sitting there waiting for it to happen at any minute. He goes to the washroom and I think OMG he’s going to take a knee and ask me when he comes back! But he comes back and sits down like nothing. Yet I’m still waiting. Then we finish eating and he asks for the bill. Yet I’m still waiting. It didn’t hit me until the car ride back that this might not be happening. But even then I thought, “He’s going to ask me in the room or take me somewhere at the resort.” We get back to our room and I ask him if he wants to hangout around the resort. He tells me he wants to have sex and hangout in bed.

To say I was upset at that would be an understatement. I kept my cool and asked him if he is considering marriage any time soon. He told me “I don’t really think I want to get married and if I do it probably won’t be for another 5 years.” To which I lost it. We had the biggest fight we ever had and I decided I was going to break up with him. I went straight to my new friend I made and had hate sex with him the whole night and walked him to the lobby the next morning. He was very sympathetic to my situation and left me in a sorrowful note.

I went back to my room and he wasn’t there. I changed into a bikini and hit the beach and spent most of the morning in a rage fuelled sex romp with everyone who was willing. Ended up in 3 different rooms by 1pm before heading back to mine to clean up change and get something to eat. When I got back my bf was still there and we didn’t have much to say to each other. He asked me where I was all night and I told him “the beach”. I then went off on my own to get lunch. After lunch I ran into him where he told me we have a snorkelling trip the next day. Which I thought was a good thing because I decided to have sex with the instructor and maybe some of the people on our bus there.

The next day I put on one of my bikinis and nothing else to go on the day trip. I knew he was not happy about that. He’s ok with it at the resort but leaving the resort like that was not something he was comfortable with but he knew well enough to not say anything. We did not sit together on the bus. I was lucky enough to sit further back with 2 much older men. I sat next to an older guy but not much older than me. Would guys 35 and the other 2 over 45. I hit it off with the 3 of the fast and got to flirting. Told them my bf was on the trip too and that were fighting. How I’m going to break up with him when we get back home. I then got to work. Sucking and fucking all hunched over so my bf can’t see if he looked back.

I got 2 loads from them each before we got to our destination. One of the older guys had been on the trip before and said they split the groups up into 4 to 6 people per boat. So we agreed to be on the same boat with each other. One of them also agreed to take my bf to another boat if it seems like he wants to join ours. Luckily he didn’t need to do that. The 4 of us got on our own boat. I was now a little my shy between the bus and the boat. Kind of snapped back to where I was. There was also a guide and a captain but my 3 new friends helped me feel more comfortable. By the time the boat motor was on and we were hitting the waves I had my bikini bottoms to the side humping away, bikini top pulled down for the sun and the breeze and my mouth cleaning our guides cock which was salty from the salt water. It was an amazing time. I even forgot about my bf and my anger towards him for a little bit.

My bf was not happy with me when we got back. Told me it’s not safe for me to be alone on a boat with that many guys dressed the way I was. If he only knew everything we did. Yet we did forgive each other a little by this point. I stayed in our room that night because of that…and well having been swimming and gang banged on a boat all day. I was a little tired to go to one of my resort fuck buddies rooms that night. The next morning at breakfast is when I found out I had become an urban legend at our resort. Someone me and my bf were chatting with telling us there’s this pale slutty women going around the resort getting gang banged. I pretended to be shocked with my bf while actually feeling very proud of myself. By the way this isn’t the first time my adventures have made me into an urban legend. (A blog post for another time ;P).

My bf told me after to be carful and not go off alone since I’m pale too. He isn’t oblivious, I’m just very good at hiding my slutty side from people who I don’t want knowing about it. To my bf the person they are talking about being me is basically impossible. There is just no conceivable way it could be me. This gives me a lot of cover in general but especially for this trip. At this point I had still planed to break up with him when we got back home but we were on better terms at the resort. I ended up canceling all my out of resort trips letting him go on them alone. I spent most of my time missing him and working on my urban legend at the resort.

About 3 days later I ended up running into our room neighbour….an older man who was there with another friend of his in another room. These 2 really gave me the business on this trip. These 2 also lead me to the closest I ever got to being caught by my bf in my life. As the trip went on I still tried to be smart about things but cared less and less if my bf knew found out about me. This peaked one day I was in our neighbours room with his friend and 3 others. We were drunk, violently horny, and trashing the room having sex. The tv was face down on the ground, the mattress was flipped, and they were fucking my ass with a beer bottle full of beer as I butt chugged it. When the bottle was emptied they pulled it out and replaced it with a cock and then proceeded to throw and shatter the beer bottle against one wall while I got thrown and slammed against the other wall. They had me every which way possible. Eventually opening the front door and doing it with me in the hallway, and even on balcony. I was in pure ecstasy and loving every second of it.

It eventually started to die down and everyone left except the owner of the room and me. I was facedown on the ground with my bottom half in the room and my top half on the balcony. I then feel him drag me into the room by my foot and continue to have sex with me. I thought to myself this isn’t such a bad way to live. About 40 mins later he went to bed and I got dressed exited the room turned left and entered me and my bfs room to see my bf. I was too shocked to speak and couldn’t understand his tone because he was yelling. I realized he wasn’t yelling at me in anger but he was excited to tell me the urban legend girl was having sex in the room next to our and that I just missed her. It took me a second or two to piece it all together.

He told me he was there for about 2 hours and heard them fucking them whole time. How he could hear like 8 guys in there with her* (there were 5 guys). :) And that they were going crazy in there. Supposedly she left about an hour before I got in which is when everyone finished up and left me alone with our room neighbour. Me and the neighbour weren’t loud when we were alone so my bf assumed everyone left or that the neighbour was there alone. Yes, I am aware I got away with it hear on sheer dumb luck. I pretended to be shocked by all of it, asked a lot of random questions and acted like it was a shame I missed it. “Crazy how close she was huh?” I then passed out in bed from exhaustion of the whole day.

The next morning I was a little more anxious and carful after how things went the day prior. But I spent the rest of the trip pretty much doing the same thing. :D When we got back home I didn’t end up breaking up with my bf. I decided to give him the year to ask me to marry him. If he doesn’t then I break up with him. Aside from that I’m going to do my own thing and not think about him. I have one foot out the door now when it comes to me and him and I am enjoying things. The summer following this trip was a fruitful one. Easily the most sexually active summer of my life…or should I say so far? ;) It was also the last summer in my 20s. I turned 30 in December so I wanted to send off my 20s with a bang and ended up sending it off with quite a few bangs.

Looking back on this trip I get many mixed feelings. Some of it was amazing, and some of it was very sad. It was a trip I was forced to realize and accept a lot of things about myself. Over the 2 weeks I realized that this is probably not the person I will end up with and that being a sexual person brings me a lot of joy. 2023 is the year of being a slut. Butt plug in and leather pants on!

I am now going to go and find some dick because I am so horny after writing this!

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ggidolsmuts · 3 years ago

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OMG Part 12: Stud(y)ing - Oh My Girl

A/N: This story leans VERY heavily into the breeding kink. If you are uncomfortable with the breeding kink at all I would recommend staying away. Minor trigger warning for magical aphrodisiac use and for Mimi’s scene (see below)

Also for easier reading I have made markers for each main scene in the story. Please use the “find” function in your browser to find the start of each scene if desired (ie. Search for “!~” to find the Hyojung scene, “!.” for the Seunghee scene). I hope this works on the tumblr app too, if not, there will be a photo of the member involved, so you can scroll for the member you want to read - the listed members are in order of their scene in the story. You are of course recommended to read through the thing in sequence, but I also understand why you might not lol.

Hyojung - !~

Seunghee - !.

Jiho - !,

Yooa - !/

Mimi - !< (TW: Very mild simulated non-con, think JAV levels of bad acting)

Arin - !>

Binnie - !^

With that, the story.

"Here's the cabin oppa!" Binnie stands by the door, fishing the keys out of her pocket with some difficulty—the sun was already setting.

"It looks great, it's so big!" You hug her happily. "I can't wait to spend a week here!"

"I'm glad, it took a while to find this place! Everything was booked, we got lucky!"

"Here, let me open it, your hands must be cold!" You take the key from Binnie and unlock the door, pushing it open.

"Oh hi oppa! What took you two so long?" Whatever you were expecting about the cabin, you were not expecting her.

"Jiho? Why are you here?"

"Eyy you know why!" Jiho dismisses you with a wave and walks upstairs, leaving you to turn to Binnie in confusion.

"What's going on, why is Jiho here? I thought we were spending the week here, just us!"

"Oppa, don't be mad, let me explain." Binnie tries to calm you down, but you get more confused and a little angry when Binnie walks past you and calls out, "We're here, come down!" You look on, stunned at who you see—Hyojung, Mimi, Yooa, Seunghee, Jiho, Arin, the whole group was here! They all greet you happily, but their faces falter when they see your less than thrilled expression.

"Binnie did he say no? Do we have to go?"

"No, I mean, I haven't told him yet. Oppa please calm down, I'll explain."

"It better be good." She sits you down on the sofa, and the other members gather around you.

"So you know how I have been planning this for a long time right?" You nod curtly in reply. "Well I wasn't the only one planning this trip, we were all planning this trip."

"And you never thought to tell me they were coming along? I like everyone, but some notice would be nice."

"No no, just listen. The reason we planned this trip is well, we've been having thoughts of you know, what happens next for us, for the group?"

"Okay? I don't follow."

"You will!" Binnie continues persistently. "So we discussed it as a group, and we arrived at a decision, which is why we planned this trip together."

"And? Mmph!" She cuts your question off, jumping in your lap and crushing her lips on yours. You briefly panic at the sudden burst of passion, but you warm up to her affection soon after, holding her close and kissing your way down her neck.

"Is this your way of saying sorry?"

"No, I'm not done explaining yet..." She sucks your bottom lip hungrily before whispering in your ear. "This week, we're all—" What follows is the hottest two syllable word you have ever heard Binnie mumble. "Fertile." She blushes when your erection presses on her thighs. "We all want you to, you know, do it. In us."

"Are you sure? You all want that?" Binnie nods, and as you look around, you see the other members nod as well, their faces slightly red but sure in their expression.

"Yes, we are pretty close on timing, and we want you to be our... stud." A pregnant pause descends on the room, and the word hangs in the air, but Binnie presses on. "Will you do that for us?"

"The guy in me says yes, but how is that going to work? I don't know if I can do it that many times, and how do I know who to do it to when?" You audibly hear some of them sigh in relief and start to relax.

Binnie rummages in her bag and pulls out a ziplock bag of capsules. "We'll have these, it'll make sure you're... very potent. It's also an aphrodisiac, so you won't have to worry about performance, although none of us have ever complained." The members all blush and nod as Binnie continues. "As for who and when, it'll be very obvious, we'll approach you."

Jiho pipes up. "But you know, if you just want to do it, I don't think any of us will say no either." They nod even more vigorously, their faces redder than ever.

"And you're hundred percent sure you want to do this?" you ask, half in incredulity, half to make sure you're not in a dream. You pinch yourself to further confirm the latter—yep, it hurt.

Binnie nods, and you’ve never heard a sexier phrase said so solemnly. "We want to be carrying your babies oppa." At those words you grab her and pull her against you, your hands already roaming her butt.

"Let's get started then." You suck on her neck, but Binnie repeatedly hits your shoulder, and you feel other hands trying to pull you off her.

"No, no not today oppa!" You look at all of them in confusion. "We start tomorrow, we need to get ready for you too. Please? Just go to our room and sleep tonight okay?" Binnie pleads.

"I won't able to keep my hands off you," you reply honestly, and Binnie blushes a deep red.

"She can sleep with Arin or something. Just wait for tomorrow, for the first member, please?" Seunghee asks of you.

"Fine. And you can't tell me who's first?"

"It'll be a surprise!" Hyojung smiles widely. "So just go to your room and sleep!"

Grumbling you are pushed upstairs by all seven of them, and after unpacking haphazardly, the trip getting here and processing what just happened drained you more than you thought, and you find yourself falling into restless sleep.

!~ (Marker for Hyojung)

"Oppa, oppa are you awake?" The muffled voice whispers through the door.

"What? Who is it?"

"It's me.”

“Who’s me?”

"Huh? Fine, okay." You hear footsteps descending down the stairs, and you look to your side, finding it indeed empty. You check your phone—7 am?! Who makes breakfast at 7 am on a vacation? You groan and throw the covers off, stumbling out of bed still half-asleep.

Your question is ignored. “Can you help me with breakfast? I'll be down in the kitchen."

You wake up immediately when you enter the kitchen—Hyojung is working on toasting bread, wearing a pink apron and nothing else!

"I see that you are very obvious." You growl into her ear, your arms wrapping around her underneath the apron. "Bit early to be making breakfast, don't you think?"

"Perfect time to be making something else. Please oppa, fuck me, give me that bun in the oven." You rip the apron off Hyojung and bend her over the kitchen counter before pulling your own boxers down. "Ah! Did you take the capsule yet?"

"Don't need it, I'm still pent up from yesterday, I'm going to put a rich thick load into you." You run two fingers down her back and between her legs, finding her dripping with cream. "So wet already."

Hyojung looks back at you and nods eagerly. enthusiastic in everything she does. "I told you, now's a good time for me, I'm so ready!" You see no reason to deny her any further, and with a gasp Hyojung takes you in all the way. "God oppa, so big, so thick!" She cries out, and you have to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle her.

"Now now dear, don't wake the others, you're going to have to be quiet." Hyojung is tight, and she gets even tighter when you continue muttering in her ear. "It'll be good practice, you know? Even after you have one, two, three kids, I'm going to be railing you as they sleep, so you better learn to not wake them up." She nods against your hand, whimpering as you pump up into her. Hyojung squeals into your hand, and she contracts around you in a quick climax.

"That was too loud, be quieter when you cum." Hyojung nods weakly, and you continue to thrust into her over the countertop, her squeals gradually getting softer as she cums again and again. You're not sure if it's because she's getting tired, or if she's actually trying to be quiet, but you're satisfied with her efforts, and you need to reach your own satisfaction.

"Your haircut is such a mom haircut isn't it Hyojung? It does look pretty on you, I'm going to give you that mom figure to match!"

"Yes, cum in me, please cum in me oppa!" Hyojung whines into your ear, and with a grunt you pin her against the counter and unload all your confusion and frustration from yesterday into her, filling her with your thick creamy baby batter. Every jerky thrust against her pushes more of your icing into her, and Hyojung pulls you in for a kiss, thoroughly satisfied with her breakfast pie filling.

"Thanks oppa, you feel so warm in me. You can go back to sleep if you want, I'm going to have a rest too, and let this rise." Hyojung pats her tummy, and the dirty imagery almost makes you want to jump her again, but she cutely and awkwardly waddles away, trying to let as little of you leak out as possible. You grab some water from the fridge, and as you drink and ponder on how this is really happening, you see Binnie come down the stairs.

"How did it go with Hyojung unnie?"

"Good I guess? I mean how am I supposed to know?"

"Right." Binnie hugs you tightly. "Sorry I sprung this on you."

"You're okay with this? Me just you know, doing it with everyone?"

"I mean, you already were, so that's whatever. The members approached me as we were talking about future plans, and I realized I didn't mind it at all."

"If you say so." You lift Binnie on to the counter, pulling her pajama bottoms down—you were still heated from Hyojung's final comment. "The first one is out of the way, I want you."

Binnie simply raises her arms, letting you pull her t-shirt off too. "Like Jiho said, I don't think any of us will say no." You ease into Binnie, mindful that she might not have been as ready as Hyojung, but with a few light touches and passionate kisses she's more than warmed up in the chilly morning, and that warmth builds into a burning fire in both of you. The flame is quickly put out by your second load of the morning, quenching both your morning thirsts as Binnie milks you for a morning load of seed.

The quickie is officially ended when Yooa walks into the kitchen. "Yah, make sure to wipe the counter, we're going to have to prepare food on there!" Sheepishly the two of you put on your clothes and wipe the counter thoroughly before you and Binnie get to making breakfast for everyone.

Everyone wakes up one by one, and after a late breakfast you are all gathered around the table to discuss what you're doing for the afternoon.

"We're going to go explore the area and do some grocery shopping." Hyojung says.

"And I don't suppose I can come along can I?"

"No, one of us will stay back with you. You have something else to do with them."

"I feel like I'm just being chained here for you all to use."

"That can be arranged oppa," Mimi jokes, licking her lips and winking.

"No need for that, just get me some snacks, Binnie knows what I like."

"Anything for our stud!"

"Except for leaving the house?"

"Anything but that!"

You lounge around the admittedly very comfortable cabin as the girls set about doing their makeup and dressing for the outing. You barely acknowledge them shouting that they're going out, simply waving them goodbye as you played games on your phone. You don’t even bother looking at who is leaving and who is left with you—you would know soon enough.

!. (Marker for Seunghee)

"Hi oppa, could you come upstairs?" You recognize the voice, and you follow Seunghee into her room. You are not surprised when she holds up some cuffs, but you are taken aback by her request.

"Can I— Can I tie oppa up?"

"Really? I thought you liked being tied up."

"I do, but I wanted to see how it feels to be on the other end."

"So I am going to be chained up." You joke, making Seunghee blush. "Am I supposed to struggle or something?"

"No, just umm, let me do what I want?"

"Of course." You hold out your hands, as if turning yourself in, and Seunghee cuffs your wrists together.

"Is it too tight?"

"Nope, it's just fine."

Seunghee strips you and has you lie down, tying your feet to the bed posts, spreading you out much like she was when you first met her. "You had two rounds with Hyojung and Binnie right?" she asks as she sheds her own clothes.

"Right, probably want the capsule then. Ahhh." Seunghee drops a capsule into your open mouth, and a bit after you swallow it you feel a heat spread through your body. You stand rigidly in the air, much to her delight.

"Wow it works perfectly." She grabs your cock, feeling its hardness and making you moan.

"It— Argh! it does!" Your hips are already bucking in the air a little, moving in time with Seunghee's strokes. She chooses the worst time to tease you, pinning your hands above your head.

"You didn't get to cum in my pussy the last time oppa, you'll get to do it this time, aren't you glad?"

"Yes I am, yes I am!" you rush to answer her, eager for her to get on with it.

"How badly do you want to cum in me?"

"So badly, so so badly, fuck!" Seunghee positions herself over you, and you can feel her slick dripping on you already.

"Beg for it, please?"

"Don't say please if you want me to beg, but please let me cum in you!"

"Tell me what you want to do to me."

"I want to thrust into you right now, cum in you over and over, stuff you full of cum, and then turn you over so that none of it leaks out, give you what you really want."

Seunghee turns even redder than you thought possible, and wordlessly she starts to sink herself on to you, prompting you to pump up immediately into her, filling the rest of the space inside her. She yelps, and for a moment you pause, afraid that you had hurt her.

"Sorry, too fast?"

"No, that felt good, you're so deep in me!"

"Great, I'm not going to stop then." Restrained as you were, you control the tempo, the aphrodisiac giving you extra strength, spurring you on to bounce Seunghee on your lap, stuffing her full of cock over and over. Seunghee rides you like a roller coaster, her hands planted on your chest, fingers digging into you.

"Oh oppa— you're so deep in me, I can feel you throb, are you going to— ahh I'm going to cum first!" Seunghee loses herself before you, but her milking is enough to pull you down along with her, and you shoot your load, coating her walls and then some. She grinds on you instinctively, squirming to make sure your seed gets as deep inside her as possible.

Not that it really mattered—you were still hard. Seunghee collapses against your chest, breathing hard from her climax. She only comes around when you continue bucking up into her.

"Ah! You're still hard?" She tries to get up, but you have lowered your cuffed wrists around her neck, trapping her against you. Seunghee could of course still pull her hips off you, but she makes no attempt to do so.

"The aphrodisiac is really effective, you gave it to me, so you're going to have to take it all." Seunghee buries her neck in yours, giving herself over to you.

"Yes, I want it all, I want more!" She cries out as you dominate her from below, your connection becoming a mess of cum and slick. Seunghee bounces uselessly in your lap, unable to do anything against gravity as she comes down on your cock heavily every time. The movements become automatic, your brain shutting off, and you cum just as many times as Seunghee does.

When you regain a semblance of humanity you realize you have finally gone soft, your hips thrusting pointlessly, a warm puddle of who-knows-what between your legs. Seunghee finally stirs when you stop moving, tears and drool all over.

"That was so good oppa, you must have knocked me up so many times..."

"We're back! Seunghee how was—" Mimi drops by, and is immediately shocked by the absolute mess between your sweaty bodies. "Oh my god how many times did you two do it?"

"Don't know, the capsule is really powerful. Can you help us?" Mimi undoes the shackles around your wrist and feet, and you slowly move, feeling the blood flow come back in your extremities. You roll, making sure Seunghee is on the bottom now, all the better for your seed to stay in her.

“Thanks oppa, I’ll just lie here, and let it ahh... Let it seep in.” Seunghee sighs dreamily, her hand moving between her legs, trying to plug her leaking dam.

“Come on oppa, Seunghee can take care of herself.” You kiss Seunghee before letting Mimi guide you out the door, your own legs still weak.

"Umm, are you going to shower?" Mimi asks you as the two of you leave Seunghee's room.

"Yeah, I'm all sweaty."

"Can I join you?"

"I don't know if I can do it right now, I'm really sore."

"I know, just... can you get me off? That was really hot."

The capsule has potent side effects, including turning on someone who watched the aftermath of your fuck session. Mimi doesn’t even bother stripping before entering the shower with you, and you finger a wet t-shirt Mimi to two climaxes before she finally leaves you alone to actually get clean.

Thankfully no one approaches you that night, and you are able to cuddle against Binnie chastely, spooning her as the two of you settle in for night.

"That capsule you gave me is really strong, like really really strong."

"I know, Seunghee said you went to town on her, even when you were tied up."

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"If we're in good shape, mmhmm, it just takes a lot of stamina to get all of it out of you."

"And they're all okay with me using it?"

"As long as you are okay with it. We all want as much out of you as we can get."

"You're serious about this aren't you?"

"Just the thought of it turns us on like you wouldn't believe."

"Me too." You wrap your arms around her, but your body is unwilling to go any further tonight. "When is it your turn?"

"Not yet, besides, you'll have plenty of chances with me."

"True, I'm going to fuck you every month when you're fertile, even when you're not I'm going to fill you up anyways." Binnie hurriedly turns around and kisses you.

"Shut up, you're going to get me horny, go to sleep!"

"Good night!"

!, (Marker for Jiho)

Sleep comes easily, but it also slips away just as easily, in the form of Jiho shaking you awake.

"Jiho? What is it?"

"It's my turn," she says quietly, her tone laced with anticipation. "Come to my room?" You nod and slip out from under the covers, your back still sore from thrusting too much yesterday. Jiho notices your grimace. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just a little sore from yesterday."

"It's okay, you just need to lie down." You can't help but admire Jiho's long legs in the morning light, perfectly accentuated by the tiny shorts she wore. "Do you think you'll need the capsule?"

"No, I'll be fine."

She brazenly grabs you through your boxers. "Sure seems like it. Go lie down." You lie down on the bed, and Jiho pulls your boxers off before straddling you. She removes her top with a flourish, then stands up briefly to throw her tiny shorts and panties to a corner of the bedroom. You get even harder—you had forgotten how hot she was, how her breasts are perfectly sized for her figure, the delicious gap between her legs, and her squishy butt cheeks that you could somehow see even from the front.

Your reaction doesn't go unnoticed. "I have been keeping in shape for you, I remember how much you love my figure."

"I still do."

"Good, now I want to ruin my figure on you." Jiho crawls up your body. "I want to feel swollen by the time we're done, utterly stuffed." She grabs her own breast, squeezing it harshly. "I want this to swell too, and my toned tummy? Ruined as well, it's going to be round after we finish doing this." She locks your gaze, her face flush with lust. "I want to ruin myself on you, I don't want us to be friends-with-benefits, I want us to be parents-with-benefits, okay?"

"W-Whatever you say," you manage to sputter out, your mouth dry at Jiho's seduction. You grunt when she grabs you, and with a quiet groan from both of you Jiho sinks herself all the way down.

"God I can never get over that stretch, you fill me out so good!" To your surprise though, Jiho never really moves, simply staying still on top of you. Instead, she pulls out two small remote vibrators from a bag. "Remember these oppa? We used to have a lot of fun with them."

"We did, but what do you want to do with them?"

"Just hold still." With some difficulty she manages to slip one inside herself next to your shaft, making both of you moan—Jiho because of the additional stretching, you from the odd sensation of her warm walls on one side and the hard vibrator on the other.

The other vibrator she places on her clit before pressing her crotch even more tightly against you, wedging it between the two of you. "Now we just turn it on and... ah!" Jiho moans are almost delicate, exquisite as the vibrating pleasure flows through both of you.

"Don't move okay oppa? Just relax, and cum whenever you want, however many times you want." The two of you were almost catatonic—is it sex if neither of you are moving? Jiho simply kisses you over and over, occasionally stopping to tell you that she was cumming before her walls grip you oh so tightly. You were much the same—a groan, usually soon after one of Jiho's orgasms, and you were letting loose inside her. The vibrator inside her rubs the underside of your shaft, coaxing the maximum load out of you. Jiho's whines and coos of satisfaction are more than enough to get you hard in short order, and the vibrator causes you to start climbing towards another orgasm.

Jiho hugs you tightly, her legs digging into your sides, clinging on to you, and you hug her back best you could, both of you frozen in vibrating bliss, taking part in artificial insemination of the most intimate kind.

"Do you want the capsule?" Jiho asks as you deliver another load inside her.

"Do you think you need it?"

"Just to be sure, but promise not to move? This feels amazing."

"I'll try." Jiho stops the vibrators briefly, reaching over and grabbing one of the capsules she had, popping it into your mouth with a kiss. She interlocks her fingers with yours, and her thighs hold you in place as you feel the burst of heat and lust flow through you. "Turn it on, I feel so warm already, I need to cum Jiho!"

"You feel even bigger somehow... ah!" Jiho buries her face in your neck when she turns the vibrators on, both of you moaning loudly as you immediately deliver a virile load into her. Yet you remain rock hard, and Jiho is loathe to let you go, judging by how tightly she grips you.

"That's it oppa, just keep cumming, keep cumming in me. Oh I'm cumming again!" Jiho can only stare at your pleasure-wracked face for a few seconds before she is taken on her own wave of ecstasy, your shuddering body helping her along, rubbing the vibrator over her clit even more intensely. Your world devolves into two states: orgasm and pre-orgasm. The capsule renders a post-orgasmic state unneeded, and before you can collect your thoughts the vibrator and Jiho's snug pussy combine to send you into incoherence over and over again. Every little bit of overstimulation manifests in the form of more ropes of cum into her. You're not sure how you can still produce semen, and Jiho is not sure how all of it fits in her, wave after wave of warm seed filling her womb to the absolute brim.

"Jiho, Jiho I think I'm done..." The haze lifts when the effects of the capsule finally wears out, and you realize you are locked in a sloppy kiss with Jiho. She only opens her eyes at your words, still riding her own high that she didn't realize you had slipped out.

"Thanks oppa, I feel so full and warm." You gently roll Jiho to your side, removing the vibrators and spooning her until she fell asleep, drained of energy maintaining her hold on you. Chancing a look between her thighs, you watch the slow-moving flood of white leak out of her and over her pale skin—no doubt the capsule did its work on her.

You get dressed and head downstairs, to find Yooa and Mimi eating breakfast.

"Good morning."

"Morning. Did you do it already? With Jiho?"

"Umm yeah, how did you know?"

"Schedule, but also we can smell Jiho on you. Do you need some time to recover?"

"Maybe in the afternoon? We didn't really move, but I could use some rest. Is it one of you two next?"

"I think so, I forget, we'll come find you then. Just make sure to rest oppa, we want you ready." Mimi hands you a plate of food.

You gulp and grab extra food for breakfast. You are glad you did, because in the afternoon everyone goes out to the yard to mess around. Everyone except Yooa.

!/ (Marker for Yooa)

"Oppa, you want to come upstairs?" She peeks her head out from over the stairs.

"No, I'd rather be outside," you say jokingly.

"Maybe we can make it work, come upstairs please?" You make your way up to her room, only to find her dressed breathtakingly in the outfit she wore for her solo album. "Is this good enough to count as outdoors?" she teases, posing for you. "There's more too." She opens another door in her room, and it opens to a small balcony, a yoga mat already laid out. Yooa lays down on the mat, propping herself up to look at you seductively, ready for the taking. "Come fuck me outdoors then."

You join her on the balcony, comfortably nesting on top of her as the two of you make out under the clear afternoon sky. You slip your hands under her thin costume. "Won't you be cold?"

"Not if you fuck some warmth into me, I really want this."

"Turn around then." Yooa gets on all fours, wiggling her ass as she slips her shorts off, revealing her toned butt and the distinct lack of underwear.

"No panties?"

"Why bother, we both know what we're here for." You smile when she spreads her cheeks open, spanking her before stripping naked yourself.

"Not taking your ass today, we both know what we're here for," you echo her sentiments with a cheeky smile. You were hard and Yooa was wet, so you easily slip into her in one attempt. "I want your pussy, and the only way I'm fucking your ass from now on is if the doctor says it's not safe for our child that's going to be in your belly." Yooa whimpers and contracts around you immediately.

"F-Fuck my pussy then oppa, fuck me!"

"Forest’s Child was your song right? Your next solo should be Forest’s Children!" you snarl and begin slamming into her. Yooa cries out into the open air, and vaguely you wonder if the others outside could hear her and the claps of flesh—you fuck her harder.

"Nngh, mmm! Oppa I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" You pull on Yooa's arms, yanking her off the yoga mat, her breasts jiggling, for all to see just how hard you are pummeling into her. She tightens around you right as you hit your peak, and the two of you shatter the peaceful afternoon, grunting and crying out in joy as you sow your seed in her. You let go of her arms and collapse over her, breathing harshly into her neck. But you were not done with Yooa, and neither was she.

"Oppa more, please, give me more!" You grow hard again inside her, Yooa's needy cries serving as a perfect substitute for the capsule.

"I will, I'm going to make you pop so many little forest children out, you'd like that wouldn't you?" You suck on her neck as she whimpers at the thought. You spread your legs and get into a squatting position, and with your hands on Yooa's shapely hips you start rooting into her, the two of you mere animals, mating outdoors without any sense of decency. The lewd moans pollute the air, and you do the same to her body, spewing load after load of thick cum onto her fertile land, staining her in the most primal way possible.

"You love Mother Nature don't you, my little Forest Child?" Yooa looks up at you in a daze, drunk on being bred. "Go ahead, tell her what you're doing."

"I'm going to become a mother too!" she cries out as you thrust hard one last time, yanking her hips back on you. Yooa twists in pleasure, and it opens her up just that little bit more. You take advantage, pressing your tip deeper than ever into her before groaning and sending another thick load inside her. Capsule or not, you felt potent, on top of the world as you filled a mewling Yooa, and you're sure you did your job. You kiss her sweaty face, and Yooa smiles back dazzlingly at you.

"Thanks oppa, it feels amazing, I'm so warm right now..." You wrap her up with your clothes and bring her indoors, closing the balcony door.

"You're still going to catch a cold if you just stay out there."

"I guess, but I feel like I'm floating!" Her cheeks are rosy red, clearly glowing from the session.

"Yes, well come back to earth and rest." Yooa curls up against you, and you cuddle her until she's quiet, her soft mumbling replaced with light snores. As soon as you leave her room though, a hand pulls you into another room.

"Arin?"

"You're just teasing me now aren't you?"

"What?"

"You know that I'm still a day away, so now you're just making me horny on purpose right? Doing it outdoors, so that we could all hear!"

"No I didn’t know! Yooa wanted to do it outside—"

"Of course she does, the unnies are getting us all horny, talking about what you did to them, I don't want to wait!" Her hands fumble on your shorts.

"Arin please, I don't have anything right now."

"Fine, then get me off, I'm so... I'm so hot I could scream!" Her nails run through her hair, threatening to tear chunks off her scalp. You grab her hands, holding them in yours tenderly as you pull her into a kiss. She immediately starts pushing you down her body, and you follow her instructions, kissing her neck before moving past her t-shirt, pecking her belly before kneeling between her legs. Deftly she loosens the drawstring of her shorts, and it falls to reveal a completely soaked pair of panties.

"Please oppa, I need you to do something to me, whatever you want!" She whispers. You lift one leg, letting her rest it on your shoulder as you lean in. One hand pulls her panties to the side, and you immediately start eating her out, hoping to help relieve her arousal. Arin's reaction is immediate—you don't hear her say anything, but her juice is worth a thousand words, and as you lick her pink flesh she is leaking all over your chin, her hands immediately going to your head, trying to push you further into her. As she cums your face becomes her parchment, and she writes paragraphs about how you eat her out, your tongue probing her thoroughly, readying her for what she'll be getting tomorrow.

"Stop, stop oppa!" She tells you in hushed tones, and you finally stop kissing her lower lips. Her leg drops off your shoulder, and you have to hold her to keep her from collapsing to the floor. Even in the dark bedroom you could tell her face was red, and you spot several teeth marks on her previously unbitten t-shirt.

"Better?"

"Thanks, that felt so good, I can't wait for you to be in me."

"I can't wait either, you said tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm, I'll see you then, I'm going to be touching myself so much just waiting for you." The thought almost works to get you hard again, but you settle for getting Arin wet again.

"Don't, save it for tomorrow, I'll get you off so many times tomorrow, promise." A whimper, and then Arin nods, forcing her hands to her sides.

Dinner goes by uneventfully save for a few jokes at Yooa's expense—some of them definitely heard the two of you, and if others didn't, they knew soon enough.

"Is that how you were trying to get a forest child Yooa? By fucking oppa outdoors?" Seunghee quips. "So if we fuck in the pool are we going to have a sea child?"

"Shut up Seunghee!" Yooa blushes madly before firing back. "You better stop eating, else you'll have a food baby, and ooh, you wouldn't want oppa to smell that!"

The rest of you burst into laughter, and you hear them continue to bicker as you wash the dishes in the kitchen. As you stand at the sink you feel someone slip a hand into your pocket, but before you could catch them in the act the hand is gone.

"Thanks oppa!" You see Mimi place a few more plates into the sink, but the look she gives you tells you that she did more than bring you the plates. After you finish doing the dishes you check your pockets, only to find a slip of paper.

My room, 11 pm

Your "chores" for the day were not done.

!< (Marker for Mimi) TW for simulated non-con.

At 11 sharp you knock on Mimi's bedroom, and she lets you in, pushing you back against the door you just entered. The distinct click of the lock catching indicates that you'll be here for a while; the leather suit Mimi's wearing tells you you're not leaving until tomorrow morning. To your surprise though, Mimi reverses your positions, making you press her against the door. She raises her arms above her head, and you find yourself holding her wrists up, almost like you're... restraining her?

"No! Stop! Get off me!" She cries out shrilly, and as if electrocuted you jump off of Mimi, back all the way to her bed.

"Mimi I'm sorry, I thought—"

"Yaah, I'm trying to film something here!" Mimi whines, put out by your lack of cooperation.

"Filming?" You look around, finding a camera set up, facing the door and the bed.

"I film vlogs, now I want to film my own adult video."

"Yeah but, why am I forcing myself on you? Why are you dressed like a female agent? You watch too much Japanese porn."

"Shut up! So what, I want it, please?"

"Fine, but we need a safe word."

"Ugh, okay, the safe word is 'cut cut', two cuts, got it? Now can we begin?" You reluctantly agree, and Mimi pulls you towards her, making you press her figure against the door.

"Hahah! Now I'm not trapped with you Agent Mimi, you're trapped here with me!" you shout, and Mimi winces at your comment.

"I see why you're not in acting. Just do your thing oppa." Mimi wraps one leg around yours, pulling you further into her. "Whatever you want to do, just play it out, nothing's off the table." She leans her head back, exposing her neck, and on instinct you go for the jugular, sucking the offered skin. "Ahh no! Get off me, get off me!" Painless smacks on your shoulders make you aware of Mimi's free hands, and you grab them by the wrist, pinning her hands on either side of her head as you continue to mark all over her neck. "No, what are you doing!"

"I told you, Agent Mimi, you're trapped here with me!" You grab her by the chin, yanking her up to face you before smashing your lips into hers. Pursed lips stay that way but for a few seconds, and Mimi allows you into her mouth, her tongue pulling yours in despite her hands saying otherwise, still pretending to resist you.

"No! Mmm, mmph! Stop kissing me!" Mimi protests as she devours your lips.

"I think you're the one kissing me Agent." You pull back, forcibly disconnecting your tongues. Mimi glares at you with lust disguised as anger. "Oh Agent Mimi, I think we're going to enjoy ourselves very, very much." You reach for the zipper at the front of her leather suit and pull it down the length of her body. It ends right above her pussy, but you can already feel the heat and soaked leather from between her legs.

"Hmph, I doubt that very much, you'll never get what you want!" Mimi retorts. You grab both sides of the open suit, and pull on it hard, your strength fueled by libido. The zipper breaks, and the seam it creates in her outfit rips right down the middle, the leather suit effectively torn cleanly in half. Mimi's panties are soaked, and you rip it easily off her with a wet snap. "H-Hey!"

"Shut up, strip me!” you command, and biting her lip, Mimi does as you ask, removing your clothes, her hand moving for your cock the moment you are naked.

"Are you sure you don't want this, Agent Mimi?"

"No! I don't!"

"We'll see." You reach for her knees, lifting her off the ground. Mimi yelps, instinctively wrapping her arms around your neck, and her legs around your hip. "Good girl."

"Put me down, put me down!"

"Sure, one second." Both of you gasp as your tip touches her entrance. You pause for a moment to look at her, both of you breaking character briefly.

"Please do it, please please please!" Mimi whispers to you desperately. A strangled groan escapes her when you penetrate her, nailing her against the door.

"Should I put you down now, Agent?"

"No, don't move, don't move!" She hugs you tighter, both of you groaning at the extra stretch you subject her to. Your arms burn, and you shift your hips a little under her, letting your arms and thighs share the weight evenly, along with help from the door. Hidden from the camera you plant small kisses on Mimi's neck, waiting for her to get used to you. She signals her intent by playacting once more. "Get off me, get me off!"

"Which is it Agent?" Mimi yelps as you find the strength to bounce her on your shaft once. "Do you want me to get off you, or get you off?" You don't give her a chance to reply, as the burn in your legs gets too much to hold a static position. Your lift her higher and start pumping into her at a furious pace, trying to reach your climax before your strength gives out. Mimi is reduced to gasps and whimpers as you slam into her over and over again, rattling the door, hopefully not loud enough to wake the others up.

"I'm going to cum in you Agent!"

"No, not in me, not in me!" Mimi cries out, although her actions say otherwise, her legs locking around your butt, causing you to really slam her against the door.

You whisper in her ear, your words uncaught by the camera. "I'm going to cum in you on camera Mimi, we're going to name the video 'How I Fucked Your Mother'."

"Yes oh god yes!" Mimi breaks character and crumbles under your intense thrusts, her entire body seizing up in bliss as she reaches her own orgasm first. With a grunt you damn near break the door down, nailing her to the wall as you inject her with wave after wave of your potent seed.

Mindlessly you keep thrusting into her as she clings on to you, fucking your cum deeper into her. "I'm going to watch the video afterwards, I want to see your face when I cum in you, Agent."

"Yes, whatever you want, fuck!"

As you recover though, reality quickly catches up to fantasy. "You're not heavy, but I'm going to have to let you down, can you stand?"

"I'll try..." With her arms still wrapped around you, you slowly let Mimi stand, only to have your neck immediately yanked on as her legs immediately go weak. Before either of you collapse unceremoniously on the floor you quickly help her to the bed, your eyes glued to the fresh wave of cum leaking out of her pussy, no doubt captured on camera as well.

"Should we continue?"

Mimi nods breathlessly. "D-Do you want a capsule?"

"If you want me to."

"Suit pocket."

You fish out two capsules from the breast pocket of her ruined suit, and hold it up for the camera, continuing the playacting. "What's this Agent Mimi? Were you planning on drugging me? How dare you!"

"N-No, it's safe, I wasn't going to do that to you!"

"Is it now? Fine, let's both have one then." You take one capsule, swallowing and immediately feeling your body heat rise a few degrees, and with your fingers you try to feed Mimi the other one. Unexpectedly she puts up a strong fight against you, and you struggle with her for a few moments before she calls out.

"Wait oppa, wait, cut cut!" You recognize the safe word and immediately stop, pulling back and stepping away from her.

"I'm sorry, too far? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah just, Binnie said we really shouldn't take it, the effects are very strong on women, something about difference in body weight."

"Got it, I'm so sorry."

"Apologize to me by putting the one you took to good use then." She pulls you in for a kiss, and your dominant position on top of her immediately reignites the libido in your body. Mimi whimpers as you position at her entrance again. "Wreck me like you wreck Seunghee, don't hold back."

"Oh I will." With an exaggerated growl of satisfaction you slide into Mimi once more. "This capsule is quite something Agent, look, I'm hard again!"

"No, don't— ah!"

"I can fill you so many times, I feel like I can go all night!"

"No, don't do it in me, I'm not safe!"

"Even better, that makes me safe, surely you wouldn't harm the father of your children, would you?"

"No, I can't!"

"That's right, you can't, so just take it, fucking take it!" You grunt, hooking her knees with your arms—Mimi is flexible, and you bend her in half, her ankles at her ears, wholly drunk on pleasure as you hammer down into her. "Look at me!" Mimi's eyes open, but only briefly before they roll in her head, succumbing to an orgasm. You follow closely behind her, your own vision turning black, your body leaning forward as you send cum straight into her depths.

You ease the pressure on her when you withdraw, and the lack of fight in Mimi is apparent, her limbs limply strewn wide open. Your cock is still mostly stiff, coated with a mixture of slick and cum, representative of the mess inside Mimi. You pull her up into a sitting position and get behind her, your elbows finding her knees once more.

"Look down Agent."

"Huh, ohh..." she groans as you slide into her well-fucked pussy from below.

"I said look down." You arms squeeze her legs together once more. This time though, her knees are by her ears, and your hands manage to find each other on the back of her neck. With a gentle push you make Mimi look down, locking her in a full nelson. "Look down Agent, what are you doing right now?"

Her eyes stay glued on your shaft as you shove it in and out between her swollen lips. You watch a string of drool land on her breast before making its way down her body, hastened by your pumps up into her. "I'm ah— being fucked!" Her words are slow and slurred, as if her mind is slow to process anything but the pleasure forced through her.

"Tell the camera, Agent."

"I'm being, I'm being fucked!"

"State your name for the camera."

"I'm Agent Mimi—"

"Not anymore!" you growl and turn her head back a little to face you. "You're going to be Mama from now on, I hope you like it Agent Mama."

"No! I mean yes, I mean— ahhh!" Mimi jerks and shudders in your arms as you threaten to crumple her like a paper ball, pumping her hard and fast, your core working overtime to curl your whole body around her before you explode. The entire scene is caught on camera, and the physical process of reproduction is caught in lurid detail as you plunge deep into Mimi one more time before filling her completely with cum. Your thrust up and press her head down, making Mimi watch herself get thoroughly bred. The thick cum leaking out the side of your shaft serves as the perfect conclusion to her adult video.

You release your grip on her neck, and Mimi immediately begins groaning and wheezing, and for a moment you thought you hurt her.

"Cut cut, are you okay? Are you hurt?" You lift her off you and place her on the bed, where she remains with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. You wait in silence, broken only by her labored breaths.

"God oppa, you really know how to make a girl feel wanted, or how to make a girl feel like you wanted her dead, I can't tell."

"I'm so sorry, I went too far, do you need anything?"

"There's bottles of water over there, can you get us some?" You bring Mimi some, and have some yourself—you didn't notice it earlier, but you are equally parched. You help Mimi sit up, only to have her lean against you tiredly. You've never seen her so clingy.

"You can still go more rounds can't you?" she asks, eyeing your still hard shaft.

"You don't have to do it, it'll go down eventually."

"I want to, I have you for the whole night you know."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Just go slow then, it will still be a good video." Right, the two of you are still being filmed. Mimi pulls you on top of her, her hands wrapped around your neck, not letting you stray far from her. "Make me feel wanted oppa?"

"Of course."

"And then make me a mama, just like you said." You get a little harder at that comment. When you watch it after the trip, the rest of the video is slow movements, scattered with many soft cries of pleasure as you pump Mimi full of seed over and over again, until finally the effects of the aphrodisiac end and your stamina runs out.

!> (Marker for Arin)

You wake up to Arin standing over the two of you, looking shy and embarrassed.

“Arin?”

"Umm, you're late, it should be my turn now..."

"Sorry, I overslept."

"I've been waiting all night, please don’t make me wait too much longer?"

"Can I take a shower first?"

"Sure, I’ll be waiting in my room."

You groan when you step in the shower, the warm water relieving the soreness of your muscles from last night. You let the water run a little longer, hoping to let yourself recover enough energy for Arin.

"Oh, you're awake?" Binnie asks you when you step out of the bathroom.

"Yeah, it's Arin's turn now. When is it yours?"

"After her. I can't wait!" Binnie promises. "Aww, are you missing me already?"

"Maybe, probably, yes."

"We'll have plenty of time, so don't worry. Now go fuck Arin!" She gives you a solid slap on the ass.

"How can you say that to your boyfriend?"

"Because I know you'll come back to me and fuck me even better." Binnie pushes you away. "Now go! Before I jump you and Arin gets mad."

You leave Binnie after giving her one more kiss, and you open the door to Arin's bedroom to find her pouting and waiting for you on the bed.

"What took you so long!"

"Sorry, I was talking to Binnie."

"Fine, come fuck me now!" Something nagged at you, this isn't the Arin you normally know.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I feel so hot even though the window is open, ugh, oppa, please fuck me already?" A chill goes down your spine—the window was open, but underneath the open window, on her desk, was a capsule broken in half.

"Yah, did you eat the capsule? Why did you eat it?"

"Yes, I want to get the most out of today! Binnie said we shouldn't eat it, so I only took half!"

You hurriedly close the window, and then lay Arin on the bed. "You're not supposed to eat it at all, it's for me! How do you feel?"

"Ah... just really warm oppa, I'm so wet!" She drags your hand between her legs. "Please oppa, please put something in me!" Your mouth drops as Arin continues to squirm on the bed, her hands alternating between reaching for you and pulling on her own clothes.

"You are—You're in heat."

"I don't know what that means, please oppa, come here, hold me!" She kisses you fervently. "Please, I want you in me, I want you now!"

You had to quell her heat first. You return the kiss with equal strength, and Arin moans happily, her legs already spreading for you. You slip a hand under her shorts and panties, and Arin immediately seizes up, all her senses focused on your fingers moving towards her soaked slit.

"Mmmmm!" An impossibly erotic groan escapes Arin when you slip a finger into her slick heat, her walls immediately clenching around you—gods she was needy, it was making you needy as well, and you haven't had a capsule yet! Her hands struggle to do anything productive, and she whimpers piteously as you pull out from her, only to gasp when you tug her bottoms off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

"P-Put it back, put it back in! Mmmmmngh!" Arin lets out a high-pitched whine as you push into her with one finger again. "Ah ah ah ah!" A few yelps, and Arin is already cumming on your hand, her pretty face red with desire. She twists and thrashes on the bed. You hear a rip—she has torn her t-shirt with her hands, and she keeps going, revealing herself to you. Her entire body is flushed pink, and with no t-shirt to rip, her hands roam all over her body.

"Please oppa, please keep touching me!" You launch yourself at her, groping and sucking and squeezing her everywhere you could, all while you work multiple fingers into her. You lick and suck every inch you could get at, as if your saliva could cool her heat—it only serves to make her burn hotter. "I'm cumming again!"

You take one stiff nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it counter-clockwise. Arin's head spins in the same direction, twisting into the bed as she hits critical arousal, orgasming repeatedly. Wantonly she humps your fingers, her hands grasping for your arm, trying to shove you deeper into her. Arin's groaning, grunting even as she masturbates herself on you mindlessly, a hand on your head pushing you deep into her chest. You try to get her to slow down, but you're taken along for the ride—somehow your free hand finds a squishy butt cheek, and when you squeeze her, Arin squirts with an extended groan. You are blind, buried between her cushy breasts, but you don't need sight—you hear her groan, feel her squirt, and smell her pheromones, her need. Arin's butt cheek is the perfect grip as you help guide the erratic movements of her hips, allowing your fingers to push deep into her.

It all comes to a head when your fingers find her g-spot, and strumming on it repeatedly Arin shrieks before going still, only the sound of her juice spewing over your fingers is heard in the bedroom. You gently remove your fingers from her, and she's too tired to protest. Still buried in her chest, you finally use your last sense, licking your fingers and tasting her arousal—so fucking sweet.

"Oppa, did you— did we do it already? You felt so good, I couldn't tell..." You look up to find the Arin you know, a little dazed from her orgasms, but blushing and glowing at you, with no look of annoyance.

"We haven't done it yet, I just used my fingers." You hold your fingers up for her, spreading them, making her blush when a string of her juice stays connected between them.

"Oh, why haven't we done it?"

"Because someone didn't listen to Binnie and took my capsule." Arin's blush deepens, slightly chastened by your words.

"I thought it would be okay if I just took half, I couldn't wait after hearing you and Yooa unnie, and then walking in on you and Mimi unnie... I thought it would make me, I don't know, cum harder so I could get over it."

You smirk and slowly get on top of her, you drop your shorts and boxers, revealing your raging erection to Arin. "No, it's my job to make you cum harder, and wait till I eat the other half of the capsule."

Tentatively she reaches out for your shaft, almost scared by the throbbing. "It won't hurt right, it'll feel as good as the first time we did it?"

You line yourself up with her entrance before kissing her. "It'll be even better than that, even better than just now. You just focus on cumming. If you feel good, I'll feel good, and if I feel good, I'll cum in you, and if I cum in you..." Arin smiles shyly, not able to bring herself to finish your sentence.

"Please oppa, please do it." After watching her cum her brains out earlier you can barely restrain yourself any longer. You kiss Arin and plunge into her, muffling your relieved moan of finally being inside her. You force yourself to slow down, but Arin can feel your throbbing length and see your tortured expression, and she nods meekly. "Go faster oppa, I want to feel you cum in me!"

Arin's plea is replaced with a cry, your bodies meeting with a not too soft clap of flesh. Followed by another, and then another, Arin’s cries growing louder with every passing pound into her. You hug her tight, her moans right in your ear satisfying and heightening your pleasure. A few more rough thrusts, and your tip presses deep inside her before you groan, painting her walls a shade of semen white.

"That felt so good oppa, please, more!" The artificially inflamed heat inside Arin is replaced with a naturally stoked fire, every thrust into her pushing more cum into her and fueling her desires as you ride out your orgasm .

"Good, I have more for you." You reach for the uneaten half capsule and pop it in your mouth. Arin's eyes widen when she feels you get hard again inside her, already pulsating with need. "Cum for me, cum hard, okay?"

Arin bites her lower lip and nods, but almost immediately her lips part in a shout as you fuck her again. This time it is Arin that orgasms first, her body gripping you just like she did to your fingers. You cum soon after her, filling her clenching heat. Yet you wanted more, you wanted Arin to cum hard, you wanted her to groan and grunt like she did earlier, you wanted to send her into heat again, fuck the capsule.

"I'm going to pound you till you're sore, your arms and legs will be tired from clinging on to me, I want you to forget what it feels like to be empty!"

"Yes, do whatever you want—mmph, nngh oppa!" The dirty talk and hard thrusts trigger another orgasm from her, and soon you are glad to see you have reached a tipping point for Arin. She's groaning and grunting again, the pleasure numbing her from any further coherent thought. All she knows is to moan.

Arin’s voice grows hoarse from her frequent vocalizations. Freely she cums, her pussy gripping you incessantly, without rhyme or reason, it was hard to tell when she's finished one orgasm or started another. Freely you cum too, your body jerking every so often as you fire more cum into her. The two of you fight fire with fire, with Arin bucking up into you as you pound down into her—she wants more, so you gave her more, and more, and more...

"Deeper oppa, get deeper, deeper!" Arin holds your face in her hands, somehow knowing that you are beginning to flag in your efforts, the sweat streaming down her face mirroring yours. "Just one more oppa, I'll feel good, and you feel good, and you cum in me, and, and—" she leans in, her scent more intoxicating than ever.

"I'll have your baby."

"Fuck, Arin!" You groan into her neck, thrusting as deep as you could go before you seize up in pleasure, delivering one last virile payload deep into her. Arin finally reacts as you desire, growling and twisting and purring like a satiated cat, the heat inside her finally quenched.

The two of you pant like you've just run a marathon, and given how much the two of you have sweat, you might as well have. You pull out and collapse on top of Arin—you can feel your load leaking out of her, your post-orgasm erection still pressed against her slit.

"Fuck that's a lot," you mutter to yourself mindlessly.

"It is, thanks oppa, it felt so good, you didn't lie at all." Arin cuddles your head in her arms, planting kisses in your hair. "You can keep a secret right?"

"About?"

"Me eating half a capsule?"

"Just don't do it again! I was really worried for you!"

"Thanks, don't tell anyone, promise?"

"Fine, promise, but you really shouldn't have eaten it."

"Yeah but think about it, if you had taken a full capsule there, it might have been too much for me, or for you! So in a way it is good!"

"Really? Mimi and Jiho both had me take a full capsule, and we were fine."

"What!" Arin suddenly breaks the hug, looking outraged. "I can take a full capsule too! Where's the other one!" Her hand flails wildly over her head, wanting to reach for her bedside table, but you hurriedly settle her down, pulling her hand back.

"No we don't need a full one, I loved every moment of it, you looked so hot I was even harder than normal I think, you're hotter than the capsule, okay?"

"Hmph, make sure you tell Mimi unnie and Jiho unnie that!"

"Sure sure." You kiss her passionately. "You were wonderful."

Arin's cheeks are glowing pink at your sudden intimacy. "You were too—aaah..." Her mouth opens comically wide as she fails to suppress a yawn.

"Did you really stay up all night?"

"I was waiting for you to finish with Mimi unnie, but then her door never opened, and so I went in and saw you two there. So... yes?"

"You should sleep!" You try to pull the covers over her, but Arin stops you.

"Umm... we should shower first oppa, we're kinda sticky." The shower makes you more aware of your soreness, washing away any lingering desires for now, and gladly you wrap Arin up in a bathrobe before kissing her good afternoon, leaving her to take a needed nap.

You return to you and Binnie’s room and crash on the bed, debating if you should take a nap too before your stomach growls angrily—you haven’t eaten yet. One step at a time you make your way downstairs, but halfway down you pick up the smell of food, and you bounce down the remaining steps two at a time. "Please tell me there's something to eat!" you call out to whoever is in the kitchen.

"Oh oppa? Do you want to eat something? We've just started preparing for dinner." Hyojung brightly smiles at you from the dining room. "We can make you something."

"Yeah that would be great, thanks!" You walk into the kitchen to see Binnie and Mimi busy prepping food as well, and you sneak up behind Binnie, hugging her tightly. "Hey."

"Hey, hungry?"

"Mmhmm, make me something?"

"Kimchi fried rice?"

"That would be great." You kiss and hug her tighter. "Just you left."

"I'm going to cook a large plate for you, I want you to be strong for tonight, maybe I'll mix in some of the capsule inside the food, and we can start early."

"Better save it for tonight, I need a bit of rest, but I promise to be good tonight."

"Yah, save the bedroom talk for the bedroom!" Mimi looks at you two witheringly.

"Hah, that's because your bedroom talk is not appropriate outside of the bedroom, Miss 'I'm not safe', such a dangerous 'Agent' hmm?" Hyojung shoots back. Mimi flings a wet glove at her, and the two of them quarrel all the way out the kitchen.

"Go sit, I'll bring you the food soon."

"You're the best, love you."

You eat what she brings you gratefully, and it tides you over till dinner, where you learn to no small horror how open the members are; they pester Arin for every small bit of detail, and you are glad they reserve this for their group chats normally.

"Oppa treated me so well, I just wish he used the whole capsule!" Arin sighs contentedly as she digs into her food.

"He didn't?"

"Yes, only half." Arin admits without thinking.

"What about the other half?" The table goes silent, and Arin's guilt is clearly written on her face.

"You ate the other half didn't you? Are you crazy?"

"I— It was fine! Oppa just got me off a few times before we started, nothing else happened!" They all turned to you for further explanation.

"Umm, she was really needy? But yes you really shouldn't have taken it Arin! She took it before I even entered the room, else I would’ve stopped her!” you add hastily, all of them staring daggers at you, like it was your fault their precious maknae took half a capsule.

"Ugh stupid maknae luck, of course you’re fine. You're doing all the dishes tonight!" Mimi passes judgment for the group.

"What? No that's not fair!"

"Be glad it isn't worse, we can make you do the dishes the rest of the trip!"

"Fine, I'm sorry." Arin mutters sullenly into her food. The rest of the dinner is spent on idle chit chat and Hyojung mollifying Arin, and the group eventually disperses—some of them watch movies, others return to their rooms. Binnie tugs on your sleeve.

"Do you want to, you know?"

"Yes." You follow her up the stairs, and the moment you are out of sight of everyone else you sweep her off her feet, opening the door to your room and depositing her on the bed like a newlywed. Unlike a newlywed though, Binnie pulls you in hungrily, eager to get things started.

!^ (Marker for Binnie)

"Finally!"

"Sorry you waited so long, you could have just put yourself first in the schedule you know."

"Tell my body that, god I was going crazy the past few days."

"Really? You hid it well, I couldn't tell."

"That's because you were in every room but ours." Binnie snaps at you before immediately backtracking. "No, sorry, that's not fair, I asked you to do this for us."

"It's fine, it must have been hard for you too. We're here now, focus on just the two of us." You kiss her lovingly, but after a short tongue wrestle Binnie breaks the kiss, her hands already on your clothes.

"Come on, please just do me already. I was this close to having you push me against the fridge and just doing me in the kitchen!"

"In front of everyone? How lewd!" you tease her, but you quickly strip down as Binnie does the same. She groans when you slip a finger inside her. "Yep, you're ready." Binnie forces the finger into your mouth, making you taste her.

"I've been ready! Can I ride you?" The two of you switch positions swiftly, and with a sigh Binnie immediately sinks her hips on you. "Ahh... so much better than my fingers."

"You should have told me, I would've helped—"

"What, by using your fingers? Not that different. Besides, I know the girls are riding you hard, I was worried."

"Well I'm here now, so it's all ok."

"Yes, my stud, my wonderful little stud, love you."

"Love you too." Binnie rides you firmly, neither fast nor slow, but the passion she kisses you with turns you on more than anything, and eventually you grunt and hold her hips still, pulling her down on you as you fill her with your first load. She moans and shudders through her own orgasm in response, her walls grasping and tugging at you. The two of you lay quietly on the bed together, taking some time to recover before Binnie starts squirming in need again.

"Do you want a capsule?"

"Later, you can keep riding me until you're tired."

"Good, I have so much pent up energy." That she does, and Binnie rides your hard again shaft to a few more peaks of her own. You eventually reach your own peak, spilling inside her as you watch her face turn pink. She collapses against you, drained of stamina temporarily, and you hear her whisper in your ear.

"Can you take the capsule? I want to be... sure."

"Of course dear." You take the capsule she offers you before easily switching positions once more, leaving you on top of Binnie. With one thrust you push yourself into her, and she can't help but groan.

"Fuck it feels even better when you're on top!"

"Cum whenever you want, because that's what I'm going to do," you mutter in her ear, gasping when she reacts viscerally to your words, tightening around you immediately. Driven by the aphrodisiac you ramp up quickly, your slow and loving thrusts giving way to fast and wild jerks of your hips. Binnie's cries are varied, although inevitably they go up a pitch when she reaches a peak, the hug and grip around you becoming just that little bit tighter every time. She looks oh so beautiful with her legs around your hips, or with her legs around your neck, or with her legs spread wide for you.

You slow down eventually, stamina the main factor, your mind the other—it tries to tell you to stop every time you plunge into her cum-filled heat, that your job is done, that you should pause to feel just how viscous and creamy her walls are with your seed. But you didn't want to stop, you wanted to satisfy her.

Binnie knows you better than you know yourself. "Oppa, just one more, don't strain yourself." You grunt acknowledgment and spread her legs further, propping her hips up with a pillow, wanting to get deeper inside her. Binnie grunts and you feel something slightly different on your tip, and as you grind against the spot Binnie she bites her lower lip, trying and failing to refrain from crying out.

"Ahh!"

"Is that—"

"Mmhmm, it—it's sensitive, slowly please..." Your tip brushes against her cervix as you carefully grind against her, watching her expression relax. "Cum right there oppa, send it straight in me," Binnie whimpers as you continue to grind against her. Over and over you brush against her entrance, and you feel her open up to you, even as she got tighter around your shaft, her walls already trying to milk you, her body reacting needily to yours. You touch your forehead against hers, both of you looking at each other lovingly as the beginning of the end arrives.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Ah! What is it oppa?"

"There's a bunch of kids, they happen to all be born around the same time." Binnie gasps and whimpers, she knows exactly what you meant. "They're all so talented and good looking, they remind people of a famous girl group. They form a co-ed group, and to reference their famous sunbae, they're called Oh My Kids." She moans, and she looks at you desperately, nodding and willing you to continue, to finish the job and the story.

"And they're all our children. The. End!" You groan and grind deep against her, your tip right against her opening as you explode in orgasm, sending virile semen straight into her womb.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Millions of sparks fly through Binnie, setting her alight in ecstasy as the hot seed flying into her triggers her own orgasm, making sure she milks you for everything you have left. You can feel her heart hammer against yours as she hugs you close, both of you finally satisfied, doing what both of you have been waiting to do since day 1 of the trip. The two of you squirm for minutes on end, trying to get every last drop out of you and into her.

"I love you I love you I love you." You think she's the one who's saying it, she swears you mumbled it to her first, but it doesn’t really matter. Murmuring sweet nothings to one another you fall asleep together in a tangle of limbs, letting nature roll the dice millions of times inside Binnie.

You wake up next morning to an empty bed, and you amble downstairs to find all of them waiting for you.

"Where's Binnie?"

"Making breakfast, eat fast oppa!" Hyojung calls out excitedly

"Why, aren't we done with the schedule?"

"Exactly, we are. And we have a few days of the trip left, so now we want to play. While you're busy doing us one by one, we've all been getting pent up again, hearing what you did to each of us."

"Plus it never hurts to be sure does it? We should go again!" Jiho quips, already next to you, and you find yourself getting dragged to the living room. Breakfast never gets eaten, and the rest of the stay devolves into hedonistic debauchery.

With copious use of the capsules you fuck them all over and over, as much as you wanted and as much as they wanted, in every way you knew how—you properly fuck loads of cum into Jiho this time; you take Yooa's ass; you test Arin's limits and give her a full capsule's worth of pounding; you let Hyojung scream as much as she wants for all to hear; you fuck Binnie against the fridge just like she wanted; and finally, as you all watch Mimi's adult video, Mimi jumps you again in front of everyone before Agent Seunghee returns with handcuffs that she "mistakenly" cuffs herself with.

You also realize your ultimate fantasy with the help of the capsule as you have them get on all fours side by side—by the time you are done fucking them all from behind, you have left an evenly spaced trail of seven cum puddles on the floor, each courtesy of your load left in each of them.

Of course, the girls don't just take it lying down, or on all fours, or standing up, or however else you fucked them. They use you for their own pleasure as well, often jumping you in the shower or while you were watching a movie. Sometimes it creates a chain effect, leading to some absolutely obscene circumstances.

"Unnie, why am I the one filming!"

"Because there's no space left on oppa, and you're the maknae!"

"But I'm the maknae!" Arin whines, the camera shaking as she gets wetter by the second looking at the scene in front of her.

"It's okay Arin, put down the camera, we can share oppa's face." Even as she gets eaten out Hyojung plays the role of the leader well, and you are faced with another pussy to lick as Arin settles on top of you as well, the two of them alternating who you should eat and lick next.

You don't have the capacity to think, your entire body working on autopilot—on either hand you have Binnie and Seunghee humping themselves mad on your fingers, and if you weren't blocked by Arin and Hyojung riding your face, you would see Jiho's pert cheeks bouncing in your lap as she fucks herself on your cock, all while squeezing and rubbing Yooa and Mimi for you, who are grinding themselves on your legs. The pleasure becomes too much and you cum up into Jiho far too quickly and intensely, triggering a cacophony of cries. By the time the blood stops pounding in your head you realize you are covered in the lewdest mixture of seven different types of juice.

And that was just one vivid memory among many.

Eventually your time together with them in the cabin comes to a close, and you leave before them to not arouse any suspicion on the way back. With passionate kisses you bid them all good bye, and it is only a day later when you notice a new article about them.

Oh My Girl members walking bowlegged out of company building, intense training indicates a comeback may be happening soon?!

You half snort at the article—it was intense, but it certainly wasn’t training. Nor was there any chance of a comeback any time soon, not if everything went as Binnie planned.

Regardless of the speculation, you moved in with Oh My Girl a few months later, and you fucked them happily ever after.

The End.

A/N 2: And the end! Smut is fantasy anyways, so I’m just ending it like a fairy tale, happily ever after.

This concludes the OMG series, obviously I’ll still write more for them in the future (like Penpal is separate from this series entirely), but this idea seemed like a good one to end it on. I tried to reflect or include some reference to previous stories of them in the series, so that this one is sorta a microcosm of the series as a whole. Also I just wanted to do a dumb mic drop and just have the whole group be in the fic.

I know Yooa’s solo is called Bon Voyage in English, but in Korean it translates to Forest’s Child, which fit the breeding kink better, naturally.

Random but I love how Binnie’s in the center for the group pics.

In any case, I hope you enjoy the bite-sized smuts, thanks for reading, and happy new year!

#smut #ohmygirl

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A collection of my thoughts after/during each chapter of The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt:

5/7/2022 - 14/8/2022

(Will contain spoilers, obviously)

Chapter One: Boy with a Skull

Jesus, I can already tell this is going to be a rough read for me. The start, the first line I believe, where he mentions his mother has set up my expectations for this book to revolve a lot around mother-hood and a relationship between a son and his mother.

WHILE I WAS STILL in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.

As someone who has very strong ties to his mother and actively depends on her for advice and help I already know that this story is going to end up being super personal for me. (As well as the whole deadbeat father issue, though for me I’m still a little more attached to mine).

Theodore Decker, who I have nicknamed Little Guy for some odd reason, so far has been incredibly written and I am very excited for his character to be explored more in the rest of the novel. He so far he is definitely fighting for the stop spot of my top teen protagonist. He is a teen, flawed, anxious but also incredibly bright and not annoying or to standoff-ish (I find those traits very common when writing teens and it is so annoying lmao). Very very excited for more of Little Guy.

Also I love his mother, Ms Decker is what I will call her because I’m to lazy to recall a first name, even though I have knowledge that she dies I can’t help but appreciate her love and fascination for art. I aspire to be as knowledgable as her when it comes to discussing art pieces.

Chapter 2: The Anatomy Lesson

Ouch. This chapter really fuckin’ hurts, more than the last.

WHEN I WAS LITTLE, four or five, my greatest fear was that some day my mother might not come home from work.

The first line, once again, is all ready relatable which helped me immediately infer that this chapter would end up impacting me a significant amount.

Little Guy, Theo, helping the old man even when he himself was injured was absolutely beautiful. As I’ve stated before, I’m so glad that he isn’t just a bitchy little teenager and that he is actually shown to be decently selfless when it comes to the wellbeing of others.

Back on track to me being all angsty and sad about his mother though. Theo had so much goddamn hope that his mother survived the bombing of the museum, he had so much hope that he didn’t even stop to question if his mother was truly alive, he just ran home knowing that she would be there. The whole time he was waiting in the apartment waiting for his mother to come home it took everything in me not to cry though I have to admit I whimpered “No, Little Guy :(“ at some point which was cat judged me for.

I have not watched the film yet but I’m so excited to see the cinematography of this entire chapter (more specifically the scene where he gets the call about his mother’s status) because I just know that I’m going to get stabbed and bleed out in tears.

Chapter 3: Park Avenue

I haven’t finished the chapter yet but I’d just like to talk about how much I love Andy as a friend towards Little Guy. Like, I want him to be my friends because he sounds like a genuinely fun guy to be around.

Also like damn, the author definetly wasn’t afraid of saying ‘faggot’ lol. Not even 100 pages through yet but that already pulled out a full on slur lmao. I do doubt that it would be used again though, mainly because I really really hope that I don’t have to read about Theo getting bullied in depth.

…boys who tripped us and shoved us and slammed locker doors on our hands, who tore up our homework and spat in our milk, who called us maggot and faggot and dickhead …

I’m loving Andy but I want Boris now! I’ve heard about him and he needs to hurry up and be mentioned in the book, like come on man! I want to read about you being helplessly in love with Theo! (Boris and Theo’s whole thing has been the only thing spoiled to me so far, luckily.)

Back on Andy because something about him just completely messed up my reading schedule and I just have to speak up abt it.

the sleek little phone with an anime still of Virtual Girl Aki (naked, in porny thigh-high boots) on the lock screen.

Sir, Andy, my guy, we need to sit down and have a talk because I knew you would have a lock screen like that but I still prayed that he wouldn’t. The fact that it’s just straight up admitted makes me though more and as well as the fact that it just comes out of no where 💀 It was so serious—the possibility of Little Guy meeting some sort of family friend of his—but then this fucker pulls out his anime girl lock screen.

(Just read spoilers about him dying, sorry for bullying the dead boy lmao)

Chapter 4: Morphine Lollipop

I am up to just a bit into VI and of course I love Pips, I’m glad that she is okay and survived by a miracle but I’m all on board with her aunt taking her to Texas. Like yes queen, seperate the straights because Theo, Little Guy, this is not you. You just don’t know it yet.

Also also time for me to be more angtsy about my new found affinity with Little Guy’s daddy issues.

“Who knows? He ditched us.”

“Good riddance?”

“Well—” I shrugged—“I don’t know. Sometimes he was okay. […] There was a lot of yelling and stuff. It was mostly him doing it. But—” uncomfortably aware that I’d said more than I meant to—“it was mainly him making a bunch of noise. Like—oh, I don’t know, like when he had to stay with me, when she had to work? He was always in a really bad mood. I

This is the exact way that I think of my own father, make that of what you will, and I really despise how accurate and painful it is. What makes it so painful is that he wasn’t an ‘okay’ dad, he was a shitty dad and thats pretty evident. But since Theo was facing this abuse, a like me, he downplays it and just says he’s ‘okay’. HE’S NOT AN OKAY DAD LITTLE GUY! Now watch my continue to call my dad okay.

Just started XVII, by that I mean I’m like three paragraphs into it, and my god, HIS FATHER??

I stood frozen in the doorway. The voice was unmistakable: my father.

Mate I was just shit talking him and now he has appeared in the book, I goddamn jinxed it. If he dare puts up and act in front of the Barbours, acting all cute and stuff as if he’s a good dad, then I’m going to die right here right now. I really really hope he doesn’t get custody of Little Guy, like Hobie should be his new father please, not him. Praying to god that his father wont put a single hand of my boy, Theo.

Yeah, just finished the chapter, finished 1/5 parts of the book, and holy shit my boy is moving :(

Farewell to Andy, Kitsey, all the other Barbours, and maybe farewell Hobie. Idk the last line of the chapter was funky:

He pushed open the door, and I walked out of the house—for the last time, as I thought. But though I had no idea I’d ever be seeing him again, about this I was wrong.

Like, Theo! That’s really damn ominous my boy 😭 Why do you have to go see Hobie again and why are you so creepy about it. Do you need him to restore you a coffin because you murdered someone in the future? Theo????

I’m very excited for Theo to finally move and go to a new school because I really need some Boris right now and I’m tired of reading the book without him. Boris this part please.

Chapter 5: Badr al-Dine

Woo! They’re finally heading to Nevada which means more story and please please please means that Boris will introduce himself.

When Little Guy was thinking to himself about how he will miss Goldie and the other doorman but he doesn’t ever verbalise the thought because ‘it would come out gay’. Come on man, your internalised homophobia is showing as well as the toxic masculinity you probably gained from your father 😭😭

“I—” I was going to miss them, but it seemed gay to come out and say so.

Also like just as I began to think that damn, with a turn of events Theo’s dad isn’t an ass anymore and no longer an alcoholic, his dad had a change of heart and began to be an ass again. I had hope for you, Mr. Decker!

So… Little Guy is not very innocent and little anymore. He sure loves doing his drugs and drinking beer with Boris. He sure loves Boris. Little Guy has grown out of his nickname in only a few months, guess I have to start just calling him Theo again.

Chapter 6: Wind, Sand and Stars

The chapters are beginning to get ridiculously long so I think I’m only half way through this one but so much shit has happened lmao.

So Boris has a girlfriend, Kotku, who is eighteen, right? And then Theo comments how she is three years older than them so that makes Boris fifteen? Listen, I would maybe be okay if Boris was sixteen, it’s not ethical in any way but it is at least legal. Once again though Boris isn’t the person to go to if you need something done legally.

I love Boris but my god, if he was really and I would either be terrified of him (fifteen year olds are scary, okay?) or I would go out of my way to shit talk him everyday. Mate is a druggie so early into his life so I can tell it ain’t gonna get any better for him, poor bud. Actually nvm. Not poor bud, just remembered he said a racial slur twice. Was it in character? Yeah, I suppose, since he picks ups on english that strangers use, but was it necessary to include? No. Love ya’ Boris but you need to fix your vocabulary.

Alot of things happened when I stopped updating but let me scream about it in order:

Theo admitted that he and Boris have fucked. He was so defensive about it as well, not word for word but basically what he was saying; “I’m not gay, I swear, I’m just jealous about Kotku. No! Not because me and Boris have fucked before, I can’t even remember that! [insert a rough description about how it happened and describing an 0rg@$sm]”. This boy…

And yet (this was the murky part, this was what bothered me) there had also been other, way more confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses: hands on each other, rough and fast, kicked- over beers foaming on the carpet—fun and not that big of a deal when it was actually happening, more than worth it for the sharp gasp when my eyes rolled back and I forgot about everything;

My guy… my boy… this is the gayest shit ever. I tried explain this to my mother as well (because when ever I mention a gay relationship in my book she is always convinced I’m just over-exaggerating and making everything gay lol) and it was awkward because I was like “um yeah so ma’ I think they are gay because they um-“ and then I just handed her the book and it was so funny because she was laughing at the fact that I can not say the word ‘sex’ in front of her without being embarrassed (something my father practiced with me lol, I can’t talk about anything sexual aloud anymore).

Jesus. I got a bit off-topic and personal but I’m back.

But next event in the story:

“Potter—” he followed after me.

“Yes?”

“There is something important I have to tell you.”

“Boris,” I said, turning, “what the mother fuck. What is it?” I said, as we stood and stared at each other. “If you have something to say, go on and say it.”

“Am afraid it will make you mad.”

“What is it? What have you done?”

Boris was silent, gnawing the side of his thumb.

“Well, what?”

He looked away. “You need to stay,” he said vaguely. “You’re making a mistake.”

When I was reading this I was gripping on the page (I’m actually reading a digital version so I was not quote gripping on the ‘page’, it was actually my bed sheet but that sounds like it belong in some smutty work) and freaking out. It didn’t hit and I didn’t even ask myself if this was about him being love with Theo and I just assumed it was about either more death, more debt or drugs. Glad it wasn’t lmao

Chapter 7: The Shop-Behind-the-Shop

Mediocre chapter lmao. This chapter was one of my fastest read throughs and nothing of severe note happened. Sure, Theo got temporarily adopted by Hobie and he might’ve had at least one actual conversation with Pippa (icky, get away from the woman Theo, I know what you are) but honestly nothing I was screaming about.

Chapter 8: The Shop-Behind-the-Shop, continued

Still mediocre and boring lol. Theo got into his weird school thing, good for him but jesus he got my anxiety going from the stress of waiting for an acceptance letter. He also found a hiding place for The Goldfinch but just gonna be honest here, shitty spot, like I wouldn’t trust that it hadn’t been stolen if it wasn’t constantly in my view.

Also like oh my god! His apartment is destroyed and he’s so fucking sad about ittt. Theo it’s gonna be okay :( I’m sure someone has your mother’s stuff. Having to hold back tears right now because my boyfriend keeps looking at me weirdly, he mustn’t see me cry over a fictional character (again)

Chapter 9: Everything of Possibility

This chapter already has me in shock; an eight year time skip? Really? Smh. We missed all the fun stuff like his first legal drink since his time with Boris (I’m sure Hobie wouldn’t have allowed him to drink while he was staying with his) and I suppose his time at school, like isn’t this dark academia? WHERE IS THE ACADEMIA

Wait but Platt is back and… both Andy and Mr. Barbour are dead?? Miss Donna skipped a lot of the fun stuff in this time skip, like Theo is learning his old best friend died a few months after his death. Theo is learning this way too late and I imagine he probably feels super guilty for not checking in on the Barbours when he first entered this city

Chapter 10: The Idiot

Donna Tartt went straight into this chapter and was like “yep, Kitsey and Theo are dating now and they have always been in love.” Like ma’am where are you getting this from. Kitsey and Theo being in love since childhood is even more of a stretch than Boris and Theo being in love since childhood.

Also Theo is being watch by people I’m going to assume are people Reeve had hired (Reeve’s men, probs gonna call em’ that) and this book is starting to get scary. Like what is Reeve gonna do to get The Goldfinch from Theo if not some form of abuse, manipulation or torture. A simple conversation with Theo no matter what will never end with him handing the painting over. Honestly even if Reeve threatened to kill his fiancé, my man honestly wouldn’t care much lmao.

Also Theo is currently look into a bar and I got spoilers that he and Boris meet in one so when ever a bar is mentioned from now on I just freak out and start to scream whenever one is mentioned. I’m a little fangirly (gender neutral) over them boys. He’s going in one now eeeeeekkkkk

OMG POTTER SCMFFHZDHDDHDNDN BORIS IS BACK BABBBYYYYY

HE WAS THE GUY OUTSIDE OF THE SHOP WANTING TO SEE THEO??? PLEASE HE WAS SO SCARED SOMEONE WAS OUT TO GET HIM AND IT WAS JUST BORIS WHO WAS WAITING A GODDAMN MONTH TO JUST TALK TO HIM. THEO UR SUCH A BAD BOYFRIEND FOR MAKING HIM WAIT SO LONG

Sorry. That was unprofessional, let me get serious again because who is this Myriam lady and why is even Boris scared of her. Also not this man biting his lip and seeming flustered around Theo, what a gay man he is.

Boris, Boris was scared to come back to Theo because he thought he would be mad. He thought Theo would be mad because he thought that he already knew that the painting was gone and that Boris stole it. Boris is an overthinker and it fucking hurts so much. I LOVE YOU BORIS AND THEO WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER TOO ITS OKAY BB BOY

Also the fact that Boris has stopped Theo from killing himself multiple times is fucking murdering me. He doesn’t want to loose him but Theo can’t see that and feels as if he is alone. Fuck me mannnn this book is so sad now. Boris asking Theo about what that cut was on his face and you cant tell me that Boris wasn’t praying that Theo didn’t cut himself on purpose. For sakes of more angst this chapter, I need Theo to try to kill himself again but then Boris saving him for one last time.

Bro, why did Kitsey think it was a good idea to cheat on her boyfriend WITH HIS BULLY. What were your thoughts my dear Kitsey, WHAT WERE YOU THINKINGGGG. My girlie is in a silly goofy mood and the ice is getting thinner. If Theo had a menty b over this then booooo Kitsey, you suckkkk, you suck Tom Cable’s dickkkkkk

So he confronted her after Boris told him to do so (very submissive of him /j) and my god… the result to me is quite amusing. The fact that Kitsey thought it was okay to continue to see Tom up until her and Theo’s marriage is absurd. Listen, I know some shit is going down that I don’t think I’ve quite gotten to but I need to punch Tom because it’s all 100% his fault but Kitsey my girlllll you should’ve told Theo about this shit before it blew up.

During the confrontation may I just say, Theo was micromanaging the way he spoke, reacted, and expressed his emotions and yeah, me too bud. Hyperfixate on trying to keep calm when you were obviously not.

ALSO PIPPA IS BACK!!!! MY BABY GIRL!!! The way that Theo always describes her hair is quite hilarious though. Donna, you can’t keep describing her hair because you are eventually going to run out if words. Idc if Theo is obsessed with her hair, the descriptors are starting to get tiring. (Also he commented on how she had bitten down her nails or something and related it to how Boris did the same. Stop comparing your lovers to your boyf riend challenge!!!)

Um Theo just recalled him at 16 dating a 27 year old. Theo… are you good? You seem totally desensitised to this shit because of Boris and Kotku but DATING SOMEONE ALMOST 12 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU IS NOT GOOD! Theo baby boy you need to go to a therapist for more things than just the bombing, you were fucking groomed!

He’s currently at his engagement party (ik, why is it still happeninggg my guy she cheated on you) and some rando creepy dude is here but so is BORIS! Boris is fun and good and eeeeeeekkkkk I love him.

Chapter 11: The Gentleman’s Canal

I keep forgetting this is here and I keep ranting on discord instead of here so let me just catch you up on my thoughts on this chapter rq

I’m up to a section in The Idiot where Pippa and Theo are on a date and it’s so interesting… Pippa is another survivor of the bombing that almost killed both her and Theo and I feel like that love is so special to both of them but Theo is translating the nostalgia of their connection as something romantic when it truly isnt. Theo has this thing, I’ve noticed, where he thrives for nostalgia. Reason why he started dating his fiancé? She was his bestfriends sister during childhood. The reason he continues to do drugs even after Boris influenced him to do so? Sure, probably addiction but also the addiction to nostalgia. The reason he is in love with Pippa? Nostalgia. She reminds him of the last moments of his life when everything was truly in order

In addition to this, they play Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex during this scene in the movie which at first I thought was very odd (homophobic? Erasing his relation with a man and in turn making him crush on a girl?) but it definitely is used in a platonic way or at most from Theo’s perspective (where he displays his obsession with nostalgia as romance). *’sharing secrets with each other since we were kids’* very nostalgia based romance of you Theo

Chapter 12: The Rendezvous Point

So basically, Boris who was always characterised as the one of the ONLY characters to not simply give Theo and then push him away but instead gave him actual affection pulled a homophobia AND GAVE HIM DRUGS AND PUSHED HIM AWAY AHHHHH🔫🔫🔫 Theo is all sad about that (he was kinda happy abt the drugs but he’s an addict leave him alone)

And then shit got really bad right

Theo was aimlessly flicking through the television channels and he ended up watch a film his FATHER acted in and that triggered him to think about HOW MUCH HE IS LIKE HIS DAD and I’m literally going to die because me too Theo Decker!! Daddy issue mf bitch

Anyway I think he is gonna try to kill himself now so thats fun!

…I only said he was trying to kill himself as a joke but I think its serious now guys

I want to die,

RIP comfort chara 🤭🤭

Hahah heheh so cute Donna Tartt dont make him do this please

Act of rebellion. Life: vacant, vain, intolerable. What loyalty did I owe it? None whatsoever. Why not beat Fate to the punch? Throw the book on the fire and be done with it? There was no end in sight to the present horror, plenty of external, empirical horror to line up with my own endogenous

WOAH MY MAN JS WRITING THEIR LETTERS ALREADY HUH WHAT SLOW DOWN THEO HOLY SHIT HUH HUH WDYM IF HE ACTUALLY DOES THIS IM DONE

He’s talking about how his body feels like a marionette to his own actions and I literally cant rn

*insert picture of marionette from fnaf bc im to lazy to find one rn*

So he survived and he just compared Boris to his father…

Something in me had gone dead at the sight of him, almost like with my dad when I was a kid,

MY MOTHER WAS JOKING ABOUT THIS YESTERDAY PLEASE

Ten pages left 🤠 I am so fucking sad holy shit please dont finish I dont want this to end when this ends I am going to scream and I cant do that its 12:03 at night c’mon

3 pages…

Whoah im emotional and still reading but Screensaver by Wilbur Soot just started playing and my god I am litearlly dead. I have not heard this song in ages and it’s reminding me of the start of my MCYT phase but Im reading about the end of something im crying stfu Wimblur Shit

2 pages…

1 page…

I cant read it, at least right now. It’s like the square of chocolate, yk, I want to eat it but then it would be gone and I cant enjoy it after that. I dont want this to finish but here I go.

I have started the final page

Shit.

Closed the book.

It’s done Im so fucking upset 😭😭🤮

Anyway lets ignore that fact that I will never be able to experience this for the first time again and focus on what Mr Decker said

And—I would argue as well—all love. Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love. Viewed close: a freckled hand against a black coat, an origami frog tipped over on its side.

A freckled hand—Pippa’s presumably—against a black coat—Boris?—an origami frog tipped over on its side—Pippa.

OR YOU SEE MAYBE THEO COULD BE BORROWING BORIS JACKET IN A ROMA-

sorry.

No but I cant wtf is this ending Theo this isn’t good enough baby boy.

I am sad but guess no more saving this post to my drafts anymore. The Goldfinch is done.

#the goldfinch #donna tartt #theo decker #theodore decker #i love it #so far at least #i want to hug him #tgf boris #boris pavlikovsky #pippa blackwell #kitsey barbour #andy barbour #boreo #fuck this book #i am a mess #i feel ill #long post

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