#but more importantly... what happens afterwards

[ainsworthluv]

Daughter of a Legend | Lando Norris

Lando meets the daughter of Formula One's greatest legend

Sorry everyone, but there was no way I could let you choose the name on this one.

Everything about Ayrton is true, Disney, the car, what Adriane thought.

Viviane Galisteu Senna — Vivi, to the lucky few—entered the world only a handful of months after that fateful first of May. Her hair, the color of sun-kissed sand, was Adriane’s through and through, as were the generous smile and warm, bronzed skin. But the eyes—those deep, espresso-dark eyes — were pure Ayrton. They reflected everything around her and, more importantly, everything within: kindness, determination, a stubborn refusal to look away when someone needed help.

Vivi had grown up well outside the camera flashes. She nursed a quiet, slow-brewing resentment for Formula One, the sport that hoisted her father onto a pedestal and then snatched him away. Strangers still approached her with reverence shining in their faces. “Your dad was the greatest driver who ever lived.” Vivi would smile—small, practiced, polite—and swallow the rest of the sentence she wanted to say.

She knew the legend, of course. Everyone did. Brazil’s unbeatable hero, Ayrton Senna. But Vivi also knew the backstage version—soft-spoken stories her mother shared in the half-light of their living room. Their apartment was a museum of love: a McLaren helmet in the hallway, the little Fiat Uno with the lovingly Brazilian vanity plate DR I (for “Dri”) tucked in the garage, ticket stubs and photographs everywhere. Yet the same memories carried warnings in their margins.

“No one loved racing like your father,” Adriane would murmur, tracing the outline of his grin in a photograph. “He gave his whole life to those cars. He wouldn’t even take a day to visit Disney—said it would steal training time.” The words landed like gravel in Vivi’s heart. Her father had lived for speed, and speed had taken him apart in a race that should never have happened.

That story defined her childhood. Adriane had just learned she was pregnant and told Ayrton—his joy nearly burst through the telephone lines. Hours later, the phone rang again. Brazil fell silent. Ayrton Senna was gone.

Six months afterward, Vivi arrived—no father, but a name he’d chosen himself: Viviane, in honor of his eldest sister, founder of the Ayrton Senna Institute and creator of Senninha, the cartoon boy who taught Brazilian kids to dream.

Engines made Vivi’s skin prickle for years; she’d change channels the instant she heard them. Yet today—thirty years since Imola—she stood in the paddock at Interlagos. This wasn’t about her hurt feelings. It was about him. And if Ayrton had taught the world anything, it was to keep driving forward.

•••

“Mate,” Lando whispered, jabbing Charles in the ribs while Charles chatted with Alexandra. “Tell me I’m hallucinating, or is that Senna’s daughter?”

Charles tilted his head, sunglasses glinting. “Looks like her.”

“She’s stunning—exactly like her mum,” Alexandra said, all effortless cool.

“Remind me who her mum is?” Lando asked, eyes still glued to Vivi.

“Adriane Galisteu. Super-model status, Brazilian icon.”

“I cannot believe she’s actually here,” Lando breathed. “She’s practically mythological—never shows up, never does interviews.”

“Probably here for the tribute,” Charles reminded him. “Hamilton’s taking the MP4/8 out for a lap. Big anniversary.”

“Right.” Lando nodded, brain clearly screaming focus, heart equally clearly ignoring the directive.

Alexandra snorted. “You’re practically drooling, Norris. Go talk to her.”

“Are you kidding? She’s Senna’s daughter. If Ayrton was the god of Formula One, that makes her, what, a demigoddess? I’m mortal at best.”

“Bring offerings,” Charles deadpanned. “Maybe a double espresso and a smile.”

Lando swallowed. He could handle 300 kilometers per hour and wheel-to-wheel combat, but apparently not a single conversation-speed approach to a girl with legendary eyes.

Still, every great race started on the grid. And Vivi—demigoddess or not—had just wandered into his pit lane.

•••

Vivi hadn't meant to sit down. Not really.

She had arrived at the paddock out of obligation—at least, that’s what she told herself. She wasn’t here for nostalgia. She wasn’t here for closure. She was here because someone had to remember her father as more than a highlight reel and a pitlane ghost. Someone who loved him had to be present.

So she sat, almost defiantly, in the corner of McLaren’s garage. Not drawing attention, but not exactly hiding either. The helmet—his helmet—rested in her lap, the colors still bold despite the passing of decades. Red, yellow, green. A symbol, a relic. A memory.

She stared out toward the track, half-lost in thought, half-holding herself together. Until a familiar voice cut through the buzz of the paddock.

“…and we’ll tweak the rear suspension, but otherwise it felt good,” Lando was saying, casually, like it was any other day. His engineer nodded, distracted. But Lando’s words trailed off when his eyes landed on her.

He froze.

There was no mistaking her. She wasn’t surrounded by cameras, she wasn’t giving interviews—but she didn’t need to be. Her presence said enough. The cheekbones, the sun-kissed skin, the unmistakable quiet pride in the way she held that helmet.

She caught him staring.

Instead of pretending not to notice, she tilted her head slightly and gave him a half-smile. It wasn't shy. It was amused.

“You’re Lando Norris, right?” she said, her voice low, steady. The kind of voice that made people pause.

“Yeah,” he replied, mouth already dry. “That’s me.”

“I’m Vivi.”

“I know,” he blurted, too quickly. “I mean—yeah. Everyone knows. You’re—” He stopped, because how exactly do you tell someone they’re famous for being the daughter of a legend?

“The daughter of Ayrton Senna,” she said for him, with a tired, soft smile. “It’s okay. You can say it.”

“I didn’t want to be weird.”

“You’re already weird,” she said, teasing. “But I don’t mind.”

He laughed, awkwardly brushing his hair back. “I’m a huge fan of your father. I mean, who isn’t? I think it’s basically mandatory if you love F1.”

“I always joke about that,” she said, eyes twinkling. “But you might be right. It’s probably a legal requirement.”

“I’m serious. They should put it on our FIA licenses: ‘Must worship Senna.’”

Vivi let out a real laugh—short, surprised, warm. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Oh? What did you expect?”

“Something colder. More serious. Maybe a little arrogant.”

“Well, ouch,” he said, clutching his chest in mock pain. “But fair.”

She glanced sideways at him, then back at the helmet in her lap. “You drive for McLaren, right?”

“Yeah. Feels surreal most days.”

“Are you happy?”

He nodded, a little more seriously. “I’m living my dream.”

Something in the way he said it made her shift slightly on the bench, creating a small space beside her.

She didn’t say anything.

But he understood.

Lando sat beside her, close but not too close, his eyes never leaving the helmet.

“Is that really his?” he asked, voice lowered like they were in a cathedral.

Vivi nodded. “Yeah.”

“Can I…?” He trailed off, unsure.

She handed it to him without a word.

Lando took it like she was passing him something sacred. And maybe she was. His fingers traced the edge of the visor, the curve of the shell. “This is incredible,” he whispered. “I never thought I’d even see it up close, let alone hold it. I think I might faint.”

Vivi laughed again, and Lando’s stomach flipped. That sound was magic.

“I’m giving it to Hamilton,” she added, gently.

“Careful,” Lando grinned. “He’s old. That much emotion might kill him.”

She laughed louder this time.

“He deserves it,” she said. “The tribute he’s doing for my dad… it’s beautiful. My father would’ve liked him.”

There was a pause. Not awkward—just heavy enough.

“Can I ask you something?” Lando said quietly.

“You just did,” she replied, lips tugging upward. But then she nodded. “Go ahead.”

“You’re the daughter of the Ayrton Senna. But you’ve kept your distance from all this. Why?”

She inhaled, then exhaled slowly. “Anger, mostly. Grief too, I guess. Formula One didn’t just make him—it took him from me.”

Lando didn’t speak. He didn’t rush in with reassurances or cliches. He just listened.

“My father gave everything to this sport,” she continued. “And in the end, they repaid him with a mechanical failure. A stupid, pointless error. A race that should never have happened. And now… all I have are stories. A name he chose for me before he died. A helmet. A country that mourned louder than my mother ever could.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and Lando glanced down at the helmet in his hands.

He wanted to hug her. Every part of him itched to move closer. But instead, he just said,

“Your dad changed Brazil. He changed all of us.”

Vivi nodded, blinking tears from her lashes. “I know. And I’m proud. It’s just... complicated. In Brazil, people live and breathe football. We cancel school for World Cup games. We cry over it. But no one expected the country to stop for a race car driver. And yet—my father made that happen. He made a nation care about something no one noticed before.”

She paused again. Then smiled—wistful, broken at the edges.

“My mom told me once that his dream was to go to Disney.”

“Disney?” Lando echoed, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” Vivi nodded. “Silly, right? But he never went. Said it would steal time from training. That’s how much he gave to this. His life. His time. His joy. And it killed him.”

Silence fell. Except it wasn’t empty. It was full��of love, of loss, of a million unspoken things.

Lando handed the helmet back to her gently. “He would be proud of you, you know.”

“I hope so,” she said, brushing her thumb over the visor. “I really do.”

•••

Later, when the tribute finished and the engines fell silent, Hamilton completed his final lap in Ayrton’s McLaren, waving the Brazilian flag just as Ayrton once had. The crowd was louder than thunder.

Vivi stood near the pit wall, eyes wet, heart full. She watched Hamilton remove his helmet and break into tears. She had already given him the old one—the one—and he’d held it to his chest like it was made of his hero’s spirit.

Lando found her hours later, long after the crowd had left and the champagne had lost its fizz.

“Think he did okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

Vivi turned, smiling gently. “He did more than okay. I think my father would’ve been proud.”

“You heading out?”

“Yeah. I came, I remembered, I cried. Mission complete.”

“No after-party for you?”

She shook her head. “Not really in a party mood, to be honest.”

Lando hesitated. And then—well, bravery had won him a few races before.

“What about dinner?” he asked. “Just us. I mean… you’re Brazilian, I’m not. Maybe you can show me something new.”

Vivi blinked, surprised—but amused. “Dinner?”

“Strictly educational,” he said, grinning. “Cultural exchange.”

She looked at him for a beat longer than necessary. Then, finally—finally—smiled.

“Okay, British boy,” she said. “But only if there’s dessert.”

“Deal,” he said, holding out a hand like he was sealing a contract.

And just like that, Vivi stood, tucking the helmet beneath her arm. Grief would always live with her—but maybe, just maybe, joy had room too.

They walked off together—not as legend and fan, not as symbol and driver, but as two people learning what it meant to be seen.

[gideonisms]

Sometimes my reasons for shipping something are deep and relate to my personal flaws and neuroses but sometimes I simply think it's hot when girls are mad at each other

[suguann]

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Riley.” 

“It’s just Simon,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.

He nudges Simon with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Say it any louder, and she’ll hear you, mate,” he grumbles.

Simon’s not blind; of course, he knows you’re pretty, but he doesn’t have time to commit to anything outside of work—even if you smile at him like you’re happy to see him and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.

Honestly, it’s that you—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)

It’s weird because it’s almost like you—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasn’t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again. 

Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)

He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.

You’re just…he’s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.

Sometimes, he wishes—

(Simon doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. He’s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.

Then you walk into the bar in a dress that’s probably too light for early spring in London—even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the table—and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But you—

(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gym’s business cards—it’s weird that we don’t have each other’s numbers, so message me sometime or whatever—and he messages you ‘hey’ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later. 

It slowly shifts and changes over time.

You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

You really are—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the bar—a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…would you—fucking hell,” Simon runs a hand through his hair. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissing—him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you mumble, lips brushing his.

“Me too,” and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass, love.”

“But yours.”

This time, he does smile. “Yes, but mine.”

Masterlist

[thesvnandthemooon]

What about Nat experiencing the rage of pregnancy, being terrified of r

oh god.

natasha could write an entire book on this, but it wouldn’t be a nice one. she’s always been a little afraid of you, but when you were pregnant? downright terrifying.

she didn’t even have to do much. the smallest things made you see red.

like seeing her throw her dirty jersey on the floor after coming home from practice. natasha usually always cleans up after herself (as she should), but that day, she just…forgot. she forgot one (1!) time. it was enough to get you snapping at her.

“i’m not your maid, romanoff!”

natasha stood in the corner, visibly sheepish. “i know, baby.”

“i’m not your mom either!”, you added, huffing.

“…that implies my mom ever cleaned up after me.”

death glare. natasha? silent.

your jealousy, bad as it was before the pregnancy, skyrocketed. she didn’t have to flirt with other girls (not like she wanted to, anyway). she didn’t even have to look at them. existing in the same space as one was enough.

you’d tug at her sleeve, already looking like you’re about to strangle her. why? because she dared looking into the same direction as another girl.

“you wanna fuck her or what?!”

she started sputtering, her cheeks red. of course, you both remembered what happened at spring break.

“baby, what? no!”

she truly didn’t look at her. she’d never be interested in anyone else, either. she still held your hand extra tight afterwards and made sure to kiss you until you were annoyed.

speaking of kisses — your sex drive had been impressive before, but once you were pregnant, it was insane. like, genuinely worse than natasha‘s (which is definitely an achievement). nat foolishly thought that, hey, during sex it’s basically impossible for her to do anything that’d upset you.

WRONG. all she had to do was even glance in the direction of your belly, and you paused mid-sex. you squinted your eyes and she knew she was in trouble…again.

“you looked at my stretch marks.”

natasha, on the verge of coming, sweat dripping down her temples. “i…did?”

“you think i’m disgusting, huh?!”

and she was panicking once more. no doubt she spent an entire hour kissing every stretch mark she could find. you fell asleep afterwards, which was kind of a relief. you’re cute when you sleep. peaceful, soft, snuggling into her and keeping her close. but, maybe most importantly — you were unable to get mad at her. no yelling, no snapping, no cold shoulders. just warmth.

or so she thought. she didn’t consider the fact that her dream-self could piss you off as well.

it happened the night after a big exam. she was tired. like, exhausted. you both crammed into the narrow bed in her dorm (because you didn’t want to sleep by yourself and, honestly, natasha didn’t want you to, either) and she knocked right out. it was way too tight, but she loved it. you both did. she had the most peaceful sleep of her life. you, half-asleep and on the verge of tears, ruined it by smacking her arm.

“you fucking jerk! what were you thinking?”

in retrospect, you’d feel bad for natasha. she was confused and sleepy, rubbing her eyes and stuttering. “i…uh…what?”

then, tears. she immediately sat up. “you cheated”, you sobbed. “in my dream. with some bimbo.”

“in your dream? are you kidding me?”

“yes, in my dream! what, you thinking about leaving? huh?? tell me, you bastard!”

(no, she wasn’t thinking about leaving. but she was definitely thinking about sleeping in the fucking hallway instead.)

that’s not the only time you woke her up, though. during your pregnancy, the most random things tended to annoy you. the smell of cheese, for example. someone looking at you too long. your clothes not fitting anymore. worst of all? certain sounds.

it wasn’t constant, thankfully. but during a few days of your pregnancy, natasha’s breathing seemed to offend you. it wasn’t particularly loud or anything. she wasn’t even doing much — she was just sitting there, working on a paper and sipping black coffee. you were beside her, looking for baby clothes and ways to shut her up.

“stop breathing like that.”

“like what??”

“like that.”

she stared at you, eyebrows furrowed. “baby, i kinda have to breathe.”

“yes, but not like a fucking horse.”

she was holding her breath after that, hoping it wouldn’t end in another fight.

she thought it’d only bother you while you’re awake. she was wrong about that.

to be fair, not being able to sleep is bad enough already. but not being able to sleep because someone is sawing logs? horrible. the worst. wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy.

now you, heavily pregnant and tired and unable to sleep, were stuck in the same bed as someone who just wouldn’t stop snoring. nat usually didn’t snore unless she was sick, but tonight, the odds were stacked against you.

you suffered through her obnoxious freight train-imitation for about five minutes. when not even poking her side or nudging her helped, you reached for the pillow under your head and slapped it over her face. she woke up gasping for air.

“did you just try to smother me in my sleep?!”

“…you were snoring.” (at that point, you felt bad)

“so you thought, ‘oh, let’s try and kill her’??”

“if i wanted you dead, you would be.”

she just stared. after this, she made sure to sleep on her side.

with you, it was either the cold shoulder or full blown rage. natasha never knew what to expect, so she was always left guessing. like a surprise menu, except that you were either serving the silent treatment or absolute war.

nat hated both, but the first option was worse. you wouldn’t even do so much as tell her what she did, so she couldn’t even apologize for whatever she did.

then, the screaming. the fighting. the random accusations. once the hormones wore off, you’d feel horrible — but in those moments, you didn’t care. all you knew was natasha did something inexcusable (she literally left an empty glass in the sink), and that was enough to set you off. explosive arguments over the most random stuff, usually ending in you first sobbing, and then cuddling nat because the guilt suddenly hit. your mood changed so quickly sometimes it actually gave her whiplash.

like, you’d threaten to gut her like a fish. you’d threaten her entire bloodline. and then you’d just suddenly get all sweet and loving and kiss her face, and nat had no choice but to sit there and accept the fact that, until this baby is born, she’ll have to endure this. (and she gladly did, even if she sometimes feared for her life)

[actual-changeling]

we do not talk enough about the moment right before crowley puts his sunglasses back on. the "nothing lasts forever" is devastating and if you're like me your eyes were so full of tears you couldn't see the screen the first time you watched it (just like crowley, look at us all twinning in sadness!).

there is a shift that happens in his eyes and i think it is absolutely fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time.

we begin with crowley averting his gaze from aziraphale's face and staring off into the distance instead, and you can see his spirit break. that crowley just lost the one thing in the world he cannot live without and we can see it written across his face like a neon sign.

then, as you'd expect, he gives into the need to cover up his pain, to try and make himself less vulnerable, and even before he lifts his glasses he looks down so aziraphale can no longer see his eyes.

now, the next part is what would not let me out of its grasp all day. we know it happens because of his demeanour afterwards and up until the kiss, but you can actually watch as crowley makes himself numb to the world.

i am intimately familiar with dissociation as a trauma and stress response, and while you can never fully control it, you do eventually find the switch in your mind that makes you snap back into the haze. crowley has had six thousand years to get really, really good at leaving reality behind when he needs and/or wants to.

that's exactly what he does.

he still looks sad, and yet there's just something distinctly distant in his eyes, the shift from openly heartbroken to "i don't want to feel any of this let me leave".

glasses? on

emotions? off

hotel? trivago

i have stared at those four frames more than any person probably should and i don't know if it's the light, if i am going insane, or if there is a single tear sliding out of his right (our left) eye. i'm probably insane and the light is a bitch so if anyone has some high resolution shots or anything that could answer that question without a doubt PLEASE do add it.

by now you are probably ready to threaten me with a knife in a dark alley but before you do that or drive your car off a cliff, let me tell you the best part:

aziraphale notices.

they might be communicating on two different frequencies but aziraphale knows crowley. he knows and loves him, and, most importantly, over the last few years he has gotten used to seeing crowley without his glasses. aziraphale could probably write a book on the expressions in his eyes alone and watches that shift happen and is devastated.

look.

he tries to make himself hope the same second, tries to convince himself crowley is putting on his glasses so they can leave together, but he knows.

aziraphale sees the light leave crowley's eyes, sees crowley leave, knowing that he is quite literally running away from him. you and me against the world, angel, but in that moment crowley firmly pushes him back to "the world" (or tries to, anyway).

the entire season we see crowley take off his glasses whenever he enters the bookshop to the point where he's running around without them on in broad daylight with jimbriel right there.

can you imagine how hurt and confused aziraphale must be?

because what crowley is telling him, if we really, really break it down, is that aziraphale is no longer a safe person for him. and repairing that trust is going to take time and work, no matter how much crowley loves him, how badly they love and need each other.

anyway to seal this off and really rub in the pain - how it started vs. how it ended. <3

oh one last thing: now crowley no longer has a single person he can be himself around, no one that knows him, no one he trusts. no one in whose presence he can take his glasses off.

and outside of the bentley and his own flat, he no longer has a place to do so either. the bookshop was theirs. with aziraphale gone, is it really a safe place anymore? is it somewhere he can just let himself be knowing he will be looked after and protected?

easy answer: no.

alright, off i go. see y'all on the next angst post or in the tags.

[shlonguru]

Can we get one of Alastor fucking you in his radio booth and broadcasting it to fuck with Vox~ pretty please with a cherry on top💕

God thank you so much for your request and this idea, it really inspired me so much and I might do even more with this cause I find it inherently hot hehe. I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the first part of Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox and I'm a degenerate so I wrote a second. I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy my fellow degenerates! o/

I would also like to thank @wipmoop for their amazing art cover for this smut! They're truly the best you can check them out !

And with this, I present you, drumroll please :

Alastor X Fem!Reader X Vox 2 - Rematch !

Summary : You're tired of waiting for your rematch and decide to take things into your own hands. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions ?

Warning : 18+, Smut, dirty talking, oral, oral creampie, creampie, threesome, cum swallowing, praise kink, teasing, overstimulation, rough, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bondage, spanking.

Word Count : 4883 words (Yup, it's worse than the first one.)

After the events of the party Alastor brought you back to the hotel, explaining to Charlie that you might’ve hmm…had more than you could handle. She was delighted at the idea of you residing at the hotel and extended an unlimited invitation to you. You had your own room and actually enjoyed the people there more than you thought you would. You thought you’d give redemption a shot. However, you had been dreaming of your rematch with Vox and Alastor and it occupied most of your daily thoughts, as much as you hated to admit it.

It had been 2 weeks since you moved in and you hadn’t really been seeing Alastor since the party, he was a busy man after all, he was usually very polite when he saw you and would give you a hand kiss or wink at you. You hadn’t seen Vox at all since the party, but it wasn’t too surprising. Slowly, you started realizing that you were okay with what happened being a one-off thing.

This day you had just finished exercises with everyone and was chilling having some tea when Charlie exclaimed: “Oh Alastor is hosting his radio show! We should bring him some tea! Where’s Niffty? She’d be super-fast.” She looked around unable to find her.”

“She was chasing a family of roaches last time I saw her.” You explained drinking your tea. “I can bring him if you want.” You offered, not thinking much of it, but knowing the idea of seeing Alastor brought a slight smile to your face.

“Really?” Asked Charlie with sparks in her eyes. “That is such a selfless act I love it!”

“Is it?” You questioned. She nodded furiously before handing you a tray with a cup of tea, some milk, sugar, and some biscuits on it.

You left the group and started making your way to the radio tower. As you approached it you heard the demon speaking into his mic.

“And that my fellows, is why you should never trust a demon whose name starts with a V. I will return in a moment, enjoy this musical break of electro swing.”

You arrived in front of the door and knocked.

“Come in.” You heard.

You entered the room to find Alastor sitting in front of his station, his legs crossed.

“Oh, Hello Dear!” He exclaimed seeing it was you at the door.

“Hi! Charlie asked me to bring you some tea. How’s your show going?” You smiled as you entered the room. Alastor looked at you intensely as you walked past him, his smile as wide as ever, you could feel his gaze on your body, you were wearing a short red dress hugging your shape and flared at the bottom and a pair of black thigh highs. You sat the tray on the coffee table he had next to him and poured him a cup of tea.

“The show is going as well as it needs to be.” He replied coldly, pausing afterwards. “But more importantly, this dress suits you very well, I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since that night at the party.” He proclaimed calmly.

Your face flushed lightly and he noticed. He hadn’t talked about the party since that night and the simple mention of it sent back embarrassing flashbacks to your mind. Not that you regretted it.

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed. This is more casual though.” You replied, not looking him in the eyes.

“Is it now Dear?” Asked the demon searching for your gaze then looking you from the bottom up.

“I'm glad you like it." You teased then presented the cup in front of him and thought you noticed a quick glance at your cleavage.

This was enough for you to decide that you had done progress at the hotel and that meant you deserved a little reward, and if you were honest with yourself, you had missed Alastor and Vox’s touch since that night, after all, they had given you a night you could never forget as promised. You had been a good girl but now it was time to drop the act.

You lingered giving him a good look. You then asked innocently: “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He took a good look at you, almost as if he was trying to gauge your intentions. “Actually, I do, would you grab me the mic from the shelf over there.”

“Sure!” You replied smiling. You made your way to the shelf and pretended to struggle to grab the mic which fell to the floor and rolled under the shelf. You then got on all fours and bent over trying to grab it, almost exposing your parts. After grabbing it you stood back up and turned around only to be met with Alastor smiling widely, leaning on the counter of his studio.

“Are you doing okay, Dear?” He grinned tauntingly before taking a sip.

“I don’t know, am I? Here’s your mic.” You handed him the mic. He put down his cup of tea and grabbed the mic slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. He then proceeded to pull swiftly on it, bringing you with it as you hadn’t let go yet. Your body ended up pressed against his.

“You know if you had been craving my attention this badly you should have mentioned it sooner.” He exclaimed looking deep into your eyes.

“Did I crave your attention, or did you miss giving it to me?” You asked smugly smirking back.

“Oh, I can give it to you alright.” He smiled wider, his mouth an inch from yours.

“Do it then.” You smiled back, holding the fold of his jacket.

You felt his lips crash onto yours, the both of you dropping the mic simultaneously. He grabbed your hips tightly pulling you into the kiss, kissing you even deeper as he moved one hand behind your neck. He then lowered his hands to your ass before grabbing both of your cheeks tightly, pulling you off the ground, you legs locking around him instinctively. He turned around, still kissing you while holding your weightless body and sat you on the edge of the counter of his studio. He grabbed both of your wrists and laid you on your back, pinning your hands above your head. He then proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your cleavage.

“Coming here dressed this way was your mistake.” He smirked.

“Debatable.” You smirked back.

He kept both of your hands pinned together with one of his and took a good look of your flushed, panting, and eager body. While scanning down your body he noticed something that made his eyes widen slightly before he went back to looking into your eyes with a devious smile. His second hand travelled down your body making you realize how sensitive you felt already.

“You might not have missed my attention but this part of you certainly has.” His hand then rubbed against your womanhood, making you realize just how soaked you were already as you squirmed.

“Listen Dear,” he looked at you, still rubbing your pussy, “I’m going to let go of your hands, but you may not touch anything but yourself with them.” He then let go of your hands and pussy before bending over you, resting both of his hands on each side of your head.

“Understood?” He menacingly whispered with a very serious grin.

You nodded.

“Good girl. And be sure to make all of hell know how good you’re feeling.” He smiled before removing his jacket which he threw on his couch.

“Wha-“ You were about to question but then saw him casually turn on the mic of his station. The sign [On Air] turning bright red confirming what you thought.

Alastor then proceeded to kneel in front of you and pull you closer, to the edge of the counter, he then ripped your panties in one movement and started digging in.

You immediately felt his tongue dig deep inside of you, earning a loud moan out of you as he spread your walls. The moans kept pouring as he enthusiastically ate you out, alternating between the inside and the outside of your pussy that he was eating like the first meal he’d had in days. He kept moving his tongue in motions that sent jolts up and down your body.

Before you realized, your hands had made their way into Alastor’s hair, pulling slightly as the pleasure intensified. You only noticed when the pleasure stopped. You looked down, confused, and immediately realized your mistake, letting go of his hair, as the tall demon stood back on his feet, looking at you calmly, which somehow made it scarier.

“Didn’t we agree on you touching nothing but yourself? See not only have you not touched yourself, but you’ve also touched me, and I am not part of you, yet.” He said menacingly.

“Sorry…” You muttered.

“Too late Darling, I’m afraid bad girls need to be disciplined.”

You stared at him as you witnessed him calmly removing his bowtie then grabbing both of your wrists once again, this time tying them together, in a very tight fashion.

“Good.” He exclaimed proud of his work.

And with that he resumed eating you out, this time more aggressively. You felt your walls tighten as he attacked them relentlessly, grabbing your thighs with both of his hands. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his name poured continuously out of your mouth until you felt the knot that had been building up break and the orgasm wash over your body, making your legs shake in the process.

“Holy shit…” You blurted, panting hard as you watched Alastor stand up and give you a quick kiss.

“See, you know how to be a good girl.” He whispered in your ear before licking your ear lobe. You felt his throbbing crotch press against yours.

Before any of you could add anything, you saw a glowing blue circle draw itself around the both of you.

“What is th-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt yourself fall down through what had now obviously been a portal. The radio demon fell with you, though in a much classier and composed manner, almost as if he knew it was coming.

You felt yourself land on something soft and looked around. It was a very large bed. Alastor had landed comfortably on his feet next to the bed.

“Took him long enough…” He huffed.

You scanned the room; it was very large and luxurious, like a palace. It was a giant bedroom with huge French windows, and tall wooden doors at its entrance. As soon as you laid your eyes on said doors they opened violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you !?” Yelled the handsome tall demon entering the room. It was a very furious Vox. Seeing him furious made you immediately crave him.

“Well, hello to you too.” Smiled Alastor, still in the same relaxed position.

“Why would you broadcast her for all of hell to listen to? Have you lost your mind?” He screamed unable to compose himself.

“I only did so long enough for you to notice.” He mentioned “And if you were so bothered by it, then maybe you should have noticed sooner.” He smiled wider.

“What a dumbass.” Vox walked past Alastor and arrived in front of you. He smiled for the first time.

“Long time no see y/n !” He leaned in front of you making you blush as you took a good look at his handsome figure.

“Hi Vox! I’ve missed you!” You smiled with your face still flushed from your orgasm. He held your chin up gently.

“Fuck I really missed that hot face of yours, I’m sorry you were stuck with such an ungrateful prick for so long, I knew you should’ve moved into my place instead. You’ve clearly gone way too long without getting some well-deserved action, which would have never happened here by the way.” He said that last part louder on purpose. He looked down for a second. “Dear, you are making my sheets wet already, did you really miss me that much?” He smiled looking at your exposed parts, dripping onto the bed.

“We could have settled on a date to have our rematch instead of you exposing her to every lowlife that would listen.” He turned to Alastor.

“Our dear friend couldn’t wait any longer and well I guess I had to take matters into my own hands.” He said innocently.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” Proclaimed Vox with a wide grin on his face, briefly glitching. “I see you’re unable to try and beat me without a head start you radio bastard.”

“It’s not like I was doing anything you could do anyways, Mr. Flat-screen-no-tongue.” The redhead smirked.

“Oh really?” He glitched lightly. “Sit back, relax and shut the fuck up.”

He turned to you, and away from Alastor.

“Y/n! Time to get that rematch baby! Get your ass on the edge of that bed and spread those legs for me!”

Your body moved on its own at this command, and you managed to sit up at the edge of the bed despite your wrists still tied together and sat with your thighs spread open, revealing your most intimate part which couldn’t lie about how much you wanted this. Vox looked at you intensely, taking in the sight he had missed more than he thought he had and bent over resting one hand on his knee, the other holding the bowtie tying your wrists together with a finger.

“Has someone been a bad girl~?” He teased.

“That’s entirely possible.” You smirked back. You could tell from his face he liked that. He let go of your wrists and grabbed both of your thighs tightly, making you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed. The next instant, you sensed something that felt like a tongue slide inside your pussy. It sent immediate literal jolts up your body, earning a loud moan out of you that surprised even you. You came a little from that but didnt say anything, you moved your head, looking at what was going on down there and saw a big blue tongue, sliding out of Vox’s screen and eating out your deepest parts.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed not knowing what to make of the mix of intense pleasure, surprise and shock you were feeling. A quick glance behind Vox and you saw Alastor roll his eyes unbothered having a cup of tea on the sofa not too far. You didn’t have time to really process anything as the TV demon kept eating you out aggressively, making your orgasm come sooner than you would have expected. You had absolutely no control over how fast it was building up, you just felt it snap and felt yourself come, arching your back embracing the wave of pleasure, grabbing your dress tightly as you did so.

You felt the tongue pull out of you and giving your whole pussy a good lick before Vox stood back up, wiping his face with a satisfied look on his it.

“Fuck you’re so hot when you come.” He blurted trying to keep his composure, but you could already see his member throbbing through his pants.

“Are you done with your ridiculous endeavor? An attempt to prove what exactly?” Exclaimed Alastor in a tone he tried to portray as nonchalant, but everyone else could tell he was ticked off. “Can’t you see she comes so easily you could barely even consider it a challenge.”

That statement pissed you off because as much as you were enjoying yourself you didn’t like being underestimated.

“I had no idea my enjoying myself would make you this insecure?” You responded smirking in your brattiest tone.

“Oh, I like you more and more.” Said Vox raising his brows and smiling at you.

You could swear you noticed an eye twitch on Alastor.

“You brat…clearly if you’re still feeling this confident then we haven’t gone hard enough on you.” He declared with a wicked smile scaring you as much as it turned you on. Alastor teleported onto the bed next to you, grabbed your hair firmly into a ponytail and pulled you further into the large bed, leaving you no choice but to follow him on your knees before pulling your face close to his. Your tied hands were hanging down in front of you as you looked up at the radio demon. “I guess we’ll have to fix that.” He kissed you deeply shoving his tongue in your mouth making your head spin. He pulled away from the kiss for a second.

“Sorry Dear, I am but a terrible spectator.” He went back into the kiss making you dizzy as he pulled down the top of your dress making your breasts bounce out of it. He grabbed one of your tit with his free hand, pinching your nipple and making you whine softly.

"Now you’re going to use all that confidence you were so proud of just seconds ago and you’re going to take it all in.” He let go of you and you fell on all fours, now facing his crotch. You took a good look and immediately noticed how tight his pants looked around his cock, it almost looked painful. With your tied wrists you unzipped his pants, pulling out your reward.

‘Was it this big last time?’ you thought to yourself. A slight look of surprise covering your face for a brief instant.

“Yes, it was.” Replied the radio demon, as if he had read your mind. “You were just too eager to notice.” He finished. You blushed heavily before giving your best shot at taking as much of his member as you could in your mouth, it amounted to about 2/3 of his manhood.

“Not quite, Dear, here, let me give you a hand.” He chuckled before shoving your face down his member, lodging it all the way down your throat. You couldn’t breathe but it still felt good, you pussy was quivering and dripping, and Vox noticed.

“Damn, look at your cunt, don’t worry I gotchu.” You heard Vox who was right behind you and the moment after felt him give your ass a hard spank. That made you moan loudly, and you knew Alastor felt it when you heard a groan coming from him, you looked up only to be met with an intense and serious gaze filled with lust coming from the radio demon. His hands were both in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, enjoying himself.

Vox stood right behind you, and you heard his pants unzip. Immediately after, you felt one of his hands rest on your hips and the tip of his cock rub against your entrance teasingly.

“Have you missed that?” He asked, lust exuding off his tone. After a few seconds of his teasing, you wanted to beg for him to insert it but you mouth was too full for that.

“Come on…” He teased, knowing he put you in an impossible position.

In one motion you pulled your mouth off Alastor’s cock and pleaded loudly. “Vox please I need your cock in me!” You looked at him with a lewd look on your face .

Seeing you in that state made him blush briefly before he composed himself again.

“Fucking finally! You’re so fucking hot!” He groaned loudly pushing all of him inside of you in one go making you scream of pleasure in the process. You immediately felt Alastor grab your hair in the same fashion he had moments ago, pulling your face close and squinting.

“Let’s not get distracted now, shall we?” He demanded sternly.

Vox felt you tighten around him as you heard those words, pulling an involuntary moan out of him.

“You naughty girl, you’re loving this aren’t you?” He spanked roughly you before starting to thrust at a rather fast pace.

“Obviously.” Declared Alastor smiling before shoving your face back onto his cock. He was the one thrusting now, in fact, they both were and soon enough, you felt that coil build up once again in your insides. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot snap.

Vox felt you tighten almost uncomfortably around his member as you came. He grabbed both of our ass cheeks tightly.

“That’s right, come for me!” He groaned throwing his head back and fucking you through your climax, holding your ass tightly then spanking it.

You had just finished coming when you felt Alastor pull out of your mouth. You exhaled loudly catching your breath.

“Good job not suffocating, here’s your reward.” Said Alastor grabbing your panting figure, pulling you off Vox and propping you onto his cock as he stood on his knees, you were still panting but it was now intertwined with moans as he effortlessly moved you up and down his member. You moved your tied up wrists over his head, wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbing it gently, you kissed him softly yet longingly as the moans continuously flooded out of your mouth. You felt his member grow thicker inside of you, as expressed by your moans becoming louder. Your kiss was interrupted by the TV overlord who grabbed your chin, turning your face away from the radio demon.

“Now you can’t just give all your holes away so easily my dear.” He said calmly standing bent over next to you.

“My apologies.” You replied looking up into his eyes.

“You’re forgiven.” He added with a smooth voice before you felt his lips meet yours. You were surprised at how soft they felt, and you had just found out he could do such a thing. He probably didn’t do it every day, but he was such a good kisser, you were dazzled by the kiss before he pulled out of it.

“Now open up dove, we’re not done just yet.” He grinned.

He hadn’t finished his sentence that you had opened your mouth, eagerly awaiting him.

“My god you’re such a good little slut.” He laughed not able to contain himself any longer, he pushed himself deep into your mouth and moaned loudly as he did so, you started moving your head swallowing his member to the base each time.

You hadn’t noticed because of how gradual it had been, but Alastor was now moving much faster than how he had started, hitting your deepest parts each time.

“Are you going to come again and prove me right?” Alastor smirked at you, pausing his thrusting for a moment and spanking your ass roughly. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock and stopped moving as he immediately grabbed your head and kept the thrusting going.

“Nuh uh, you can’t stop yet.” The TV demon said as he kept pumping in and out of your mouth.

You looked at Alastor from the corner of your eye.

“What is it sweetheart? The TV got your tongue?” He spanked you again this time harder. Your pussy tightened around him, and he felt it, making his grin widen even more.

You looked at him trying your hardest to stay in control.

“Aww you still think you can decide whether you come or not. How adorable…I guess it’s time I teach you this lesson.” He squinted his eyes challengingly before he spanked you one last time, harder than all the other time, this time immediately grabbing both of your ass cheeks very firmly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I…” He slammed you against his cock. “…decide…” He slammed harder. “…if…” He slammed even harder, digging his nails into your ass. “…and when…” He slammed hard and you felt yourself dangerously close to the edge. “…you come!” He grinned, slamming one last time harder than you had ever felt him thrust in you and he saw your eyes roll back as your pussy started pulsating around his cock. You moaned loudly around Vox’s cock, who pulled out just in time to hear it aloud. You were panting hard, your whole body going limp.

Vox grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together bringing his face close to yours. “You’ll relax soon enough bitch, but we’re not done yet.” He then proceeded to grab you off Alastor and prop you once again on all fours. You were wobbly at best. “Come on are you already exhausted? After all this big talk?” He spanked you now red ass making you whine. You moaned softly and looked at him with pleading eyes. Your legs felt weak from all this thrusting and climaxing, and he could tell. He let out a soft sigh.

“Here. Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder. “Now you’re going to take it like a good girl?” He looked at you his eyes focusing intensely on you.

“Yes, Sir.” You pleaded. As soon as he heard those words coming out of your mouth he felt an irrepressible urge to take you and you felt all of him enter you once more, at this point your pussy being overstimulated felt so sensitive everything felt ten times more intense. You moaned loudly while your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you gripped the sheets tightly as Vox started thrusting more roughly than he previously had.

Alastor, seeing your tongue hanging and your mouth open, took this opportunity to push himself inside your mouth and started thrusting.

“Enjoy your own taste dear, because you’re about to taste me.” He declared with a sadistic gaze on his now flushed face. You loved seeing the evolution of his boldness as lust took over.

“Shit you’re so fucking tight!” Vox thrusted hard, gritting his teeth, and digging his nails into your thigh, pulling it close against his chest as he lost himself in pleasure, his movement becoming more erratic as he glitched and he brought himself closer to the final release, nevertheless, he never failed to hit your G-spot with each thrust. You felt it coming, despite your best efforts, they both felt you tense up more and more. You still did a great job wrapping your tongue around the radio demon’s shaft, you heard his breath get shakier as he maintained composure fucking your mouth, one hand under your chin and the other in your hair.

You felt the knot about to snap as you hear them both declare as one:

“Are you ready?”

They both thrusted deep in you one last time, releasing simultaneously, filling you up from both sides as you came one last time, almost seeing stars at this point.

Alastor let out the closest thing to a moan as he emptied himself directly down your throat tightening around his member, slowly pulling himself out afterwards and enjoying the sight of your dazed expression.

“Good job.” He patted your cheek smiling and slightly panting, much more relaxed than a few moments ago.

Vox pulled out next and you immediately collapsed onto the bed, cum flowing out of you.

“Holy shit you felt so fucking good!” Vox also felt all sorts of dizzy after his orgasm. He quickly got a grip and they both grabbed what was necessary to clean you up, laying you down comfortably after Alastor removed his bowtie from your sore wrists and Vox handed you one of his shirts to wear.

You were fast asleep and woke up probably a few hours later to both of them having tea in the corner of the room.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you can’t talk your way into being better in bed, she literally blacked out after I made her come, that’s how good it was.” Expressed Vox with frustration.

“Maybe that or you were just so boring she fell asleep.” Replied Alastor calmly sipping his tea.

“Fuck off, weren’t you facefucking her as well? Wouldn’t that make you boring by extension?” He proclaimed, anger taking over his tone.

Alastor ignored him. You moved in the bed making it creak and earning their attention.

“Oh, looks like our friend has finally awaken from her great slumber.” Announced the radio demon.

They both arrived by your side as you fully came to.

“Hello beautiful.” Exclaimed Vox, with his usual smile and composure. “How are we doing?”

“Well!” You replied attempting to stretch then realizing how sore your whole body felt. “Never mind.” You added.

They both smiled with a satisfied look on their face, almost as if admiring their work.

“Yeah, you need to rest. Next time try not to bite off more than you can chew sweetheart.” Declared Vox with Alastor nodding approvingly next to him.

“Any idea who performed best this time Dear?” Asked the radio demon.

“I mean, it’s hard to give you an answer when you both do whatever you want at all times.” You said with a hint of frustration. “Maybe if you both stuck to one hole, I would be able to tell.” You added, genuinely trying to recall all the events in the right order.

“Hmm, No.”

“Nope.” They both proclaimed simultaneously.

“We will, however, keep fucking you until you give us an answer.” Gloated Vox with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“I’m afraid it’s the only way.” Added Alastor calmly.

“Fair.” You conceded.

‘Holy shit what did I get myself into…’ You thought to yourself.

“Now, rest my dear, you’re going to need it.” Said Vox still smiling at you before vanishing into electricity out of the room.

“I’ll see you soon Darling.” Declared Alastor before smiling and disappearing into a shadow.

To be continued...

Vox is genuinely so effortless to write. I love how versatile he can be, Alastor on the other hand is rough -.- but once I'm done I can fully appreciate it.

PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.

Peace out ! o/

[yuwuta]

RODEO STATION, 2 — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

A collection of you and Megumi through the years, through Gojo’s eyes. 

content, warnings: childhood friends to lovers, canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique sort of delved into here

word count: 2.2k

part ii: you and megumi are ten, tsumiki is eleven, gojo is twenty-ish?, about six or seven months after gojo meets all of you, and adopts megumi and tsumiki. you can read part one here

The moment that Satoru met him, he knew that Megumi was a little troublemaker and there was little he could do to stop that. Satoru didn’t mind for the most part, and he couldn’t blame the kid either—honestly, he was more surprised that Megumi didn’t routinely get himself into more trouble, but he supposes he has you and Tsumiki to thank for that. 

He’d naively believed that you and Tsumiki both played the role of anchoring maternal figure for Megumi, but it only takes a few weeks for Satoru to learn that it’s Tsumiki that serves as the anchor for you two. Satoru then earnestly wonders if you were bullying Megumi with the way you’re able to keep him under your thumb, but when Megumi adamantly refutes this with the nastiest, most offended scowl Satoru’s ever seen on a kid before, he backs off and reasons that this is just how your relationship with Megumi works.

And, as it turns out, Megumi is the only one doing any sort of bullying. He’s ten and Satoru has been to more parent-teacher conferences than any other parent has ever possibly attended in their lifetime. He didn’t even know that it was possible for kid his age to get kicked out of school, especially at this point in the year. There’s only three months left until summer vacation, so Satoru enlists Ieiri’s help in enrolling Megumi into public school to finish out fifth grade. She also reassures him that this separation from you and Tsumiki is temporary, and that you would all be able to attend middle school together again in the fall. 

The major problem then becomes that you all get dismissed at different times. You and Tsumiki used to end your days at the same time, but Tsumiki starts staying late to take piano lessons. However, this is remedied by the mother of a friend of Tsumiki’s, who drives her home afterwards; an older woman that Satoru becomes eternally grateful for. Even so, you’re dismissed thirty minutes before Megumi, and some shuffling has to be done to align your commutes. Satoru knows that the three of you took yourselves to and from school before he came into the picture, and that most kids your age are more than capable getting home on their own, but after you told him that some old man from the Kamo clan came to talk to you after school one day, he can’t help but to worry. 

Satoru isn’t your guardian, not in the way that he is for Megumi and Tsumiki, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel responsible for you—morally, financially, emotionally, and more importantly, for his own safety because he knows he’d have both Divine Dogs biting at his ankles if something curse-related happened to you and he didn’t do anything to stop it. 

You were currently under the care of your elderly great aunt who hadn’t a shred of cursed energy from what Satoru could tell. He had Principal Yaga do a background check, and found no other sorcerers in your immediate family, nor any traceable Kamo relatives, and more importantly, you didn’t possess any sort of Blood Manipulation technique. Satoru’s seen what you can do so far to control water, has even seen you give the Divine Dogs trouble in a gentle sparring match—you’re impressive, even at your young age, so he can understand why a powerful clan might see the potential in you, but the Kamo clan isn’t historically welcoming of outsiders. If you’re not related to them, he can’t fathom why any member would physically approach you. 

The old man never revealed his name to you, but Satoru’s certain it’s either a clan elder, or the current head himself; neither of which bring him any comfort. In the spirit of their traditional ways, he doubts anyone would actually try to harm you out in the open, but Satoru still wants to keep you on close watch for a little while. He thinks he’s the best man for the job. He’s quickly proven otherwise. 

He exorcises curses with a bit of hastiness and little tact in order to be there when you get dismissed from school. Ieiri says it’s creepy to follow you from a distance, but Satoru is just doing what he can to protect you. If somebody else is following you, he wants to see who they are. They’ll never approach or reveal themselves if he hovers next to you, and if you half the pride that Megumi has, you’d run him out of town if he ticked you off by playing overprotective big brother—so, instead, he positions himself far enough away to observe you, and close enough to defend if need be. 

He never needs to. 

For as wild and boisterous as you are with Megumi and Tsumiki, you follow a simple, quiet after school routine. You walk with Tsumiki and her friends to the west gate to drop them off at piano practice, then cross the street to buy a snack—this differs, but you always get a carton of strawberry milk—and then walk to the train station. It’s a ten minute walk from your school to the station, and a fifteen minute walk from Megumi’s school to the station, which is why Satoru doesn’t quite know how the kid manages to keep you waiting for only seven minutes on average when he already gets out of school thirty minutes after you. 

Once he gets over the initial shock, he can’t help but to be amused. He knows that when Megumi first changed schools, he started meeting you on the train, two stops later—at the one closer to his new school. But in the last week, Megumi has walked himself seventeen blocks east, at what Satoru guesses must be an inhuman pace, just to meet you at the station closest to you. 

When two weeks have passed since the unknown Kamo elder has contacted you, and no other incidents have occurred, Satoru resigns his position as perimeter watchdog. He has a bunch of missions to catch up on anyway, and he figures that you and Megumi are safe in each other’s care for now. 

A few weeks later, after catching up on his assignments, Satoru decides to check back in. He knows he doesn’t have to, but something in his stomach is telling him to. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the curse he fought earlier today had some kind of toxic blood that has him thinking the worst could happen to you, or getting a call that Megumi had been cutting some of his classes, or that he’s tired and delusional and worried and scared, or maybe it’s just his blooming maternal instincts telling him something is wrong, but he rushes to spy on your commute home. 

He’s late. Megumi isn’t with you, and you’re already on the train when he makes it to the station and he can sense two sources of cursed energy trailing way too close behind you just as the train doors shut. His mind is racing irrationally—is this an unusual move by the Kamo clan, or perhaps someone else? Word had certainly gotten around that he’d picked up Toji Fushiguro’s kid, plus another kid with immense cursed potential, and Satoru himself and the Gojo clan have more than enough enemies. Whatever it may be, he doesn’t take his chances, using his newly honed short-range teleportation skills to make it to the next station before the train can. 

He’s panting, thinking about every worst possible scenario at once, wondering how to best deal with whoever or whatever was targeting you, especially in such a crowded place, wondering if you’re safe, if Megumi was safe—why wasn’t he with you? Has someone already gotten to him, too? Was Tsumiki even at piano practice? Oh god, if he hasn’t already been kidnapped, Megumi is totally going to kill him if something happens to you. 

Satoru rushes onto the train as soon as the door opens, eyes wildly scanning for you through the crowd, ready to strike when he finally finds you—seated towards the back of the car, reading the book that Tsumiki had loaned to you, quietly, and both the black and white Divine Dogs sitting on either side of you. 

And Satoru has to laugh at himself. If he’d stopped for even a moment (or if he’d gotten more than two hours worth of sleep in the past three weeks trying to make up all his assignments), he’d have recognized Megumi’s residuals, would have recognized the energy of the dogs, and would have pieced together that there wasn’t a single threatening aura in the vicinity. 

Oopsies. 

“Gojo?” you call to him, not too loud as to not to disturb everyone else’s commute. “How come you’re here?” 

Satoru shuffles through the crowd and holds onto the overhead rail once he’s next to you. The white dog moves to settle underneath your short legs, blinking at him with disinterest. “Got off a little early today, thought I’d surprise you brats, that’s all,” he says, then motions to the dogs next to you, “Where’s Megumi?” 

You blink at him. Satoru knows you probably don’t believe him, but you spare him the embarrassment when you don’t push it further. “He had to make up a credit today, so he’s getting on at the next stop. Do you want a sandwich? They only had ones with peppers today, so Megumi won’t eat it, but Mr. Teuchi gave me two, anyway.” 

“What, is he allergic or something?” Satoru questions, accepting your offer, and the seat next to you when he starts to unwrap the sandwich. 

“No, he’s just picky,” you tell him, closing your book to unwrap yours, too. You’re quiet, taking your first two bites, before you turn to him again, “How did you know Megumi was missing?”

Satoru chokes. It gains him a few concerned stares, and even a pointed ear from the black dog, before he regains his composure. “Um... he tells me usually he follows you home from the other stop, that’s why.” 

“Then why didn’t you try to surprise us at the other stop?”

Satoru pauses again. Since when did ten year olds get so lippy and observant? “I did, but I was late. So I sort of,” Satoru leans down, crinkling the empty sandwich wrapper in his right hand and uses his left to beckon you towards him to whisper, “Teleported here.” He pulls back, prideful, and crosses his legs, “Pretty cool, right?” 

“So, why didn’t you just teleport to the first station when you realized you were going to be late?” You question, mocking his whispering tone when you repeat the word. 

“Hey, you think doing that kind of stuff comes automatically? I can’t just pop up anyplace at any time,” Satoru groans, a bit overdramatically, “Not yet, anyway. I’ll be able to do that soon.” 

You hum, kicking your legs happily as you take another bite out of your snack. “I think I get it. Megumi says it’s hard spreading out and controlling your cursed energy over long distances, but he’s been practicing hard. He can send the dogs way far away from him now.” 

“I see,” Satoru turns his chin down, eyeing the Divine Dogs with a gentle smile. He almost says that it’s easier to send shikigami on their own, especially those like Megumi’s, and particularly when you anchor them to another source of cursed energy such as yourself, but you look way too proud of Megumi for him to burst your bubble. He also declines to say that Megumi probably doesn’t send the dogs to you on days like this just for the sake of practicing. 

A crush isn’t quite exactly the motivation Satoru pictured when he told Megumi he’d have to work hard and get strong, but whatever works, works. 

Ten minutes later, the train comes to a steady halt. Megumi is the first new passenger on board, and unlike Satoru, he doesn’t need to turn his head wildly, every which way to find you. You’re like a beacon to Megumi, he easily finds the both of you in the last seats in the car, and steadily makes his way to you. 

Megumi greets you before he greets Satoru, taking the seat across and facing you before he turns to the taller man with a much less receptive frown, “What are you doing here?” 

“I believe the word you’re looking for is hello, Megumi,” Satoru teases, reaching across to ruffle his already unruly hair. Megumi grumbles, batting his offending hand away.

“Gojo ate your sandwich,” you chirp. 

“What?” Satoru yells, incredulous, “I did not. You gave it to me—tell him!” 

You have much more fun watching Satoru scramble than defending his honor. It’s only when Satoru gives his best pout that you admit to Megumi that you offered up his sandwich, consoling him with the fact that it included his least favorite ingredient and making it up by pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk for him. Megumi accepts them both with quiet thanks, cheeks growing pink to match the cartons, and you smiling widely when he takes his first sip. 

Satoru had a hunch those were for Megumi. So, this isn’t one-sided. Good for you kids. 

It’s another twenty-six minutes before it’s time for you all to get off the train. The Gojo-Fushiguro residence and your great aunt’s house are in opposite directions, but are both just a short five minute journey from the station exit. One you can certainly make on your own, and still, Megumi insists that you let the dogs walk with you and that he’ll release them once you’re home. 

“It’s good practice,” Megumi mumbles, shooing you on your way uphill, “I want to know how long I can keep them out, too.” 

You have that same look on your face that you had earlier, like you don’t quite believe Megumi, but just as with earlier, you don’t say anything, sparing Megumi and Satoru a formal goodbye and a wave before heading home. Satoru and Megumi turn to walk back to their own house, he can’t help but to smile every time Megumi turns his head to look back at your silhouette. 

Satoru decides that you’re not Megumi’s anchor, you’re the lighthouse that guides him to shore, a light that he follows with faith and reason; a safe haven that Megumi seeks to protect. Satoru can admire that, but he wonders what happened that could make the most unruly kid he knows pledge his allegiance like that. Megumi would have refused Satoru’s aid if he hadn’t agreed to let you stay in his life, and although he’d chalked it up to puppy love before, Satoru’s beginning to wonder if there’s anything he, or anyone, even could do to separate the two of you. 

Likely not, he concludes, when two weeks later, your class goes on a field trip and Megumi is the one who comes home exhausted and crashes onto the couch immediately. When Satoru asks, all he gets is a tired grunt; but shortly after Megumi falls asleep, he can feel a few extra shadows at his feet, and a glimpse of the white dog before she completely vanishes into the darkness. 

Satoru chuckles, leaning down to ruffle Megumi’s hair before heading to the kitchen to make a snack for Tsumiki. If this is the rate that Megumi trains to keep his loved ones protected, then Satoru has no worries about him getting strong enough to keep up with him.

[noir-tarot]

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Pile 1 (left) 🪷

You will find the solution to a problem that has been in your life for a long time! Some of you might even be going through a very turbulent time in your lives right now, but don’t worry, this will pass! After this, you will find yourself in a moment of peace and with a lot of potential in your hands to start a new phase!

This reading seems to be about the aftermath of dealing with this problem/ situation. You can use this opportunity to try something new and improve yourself, to take actions towards what you want and do what you desire! The most important thing is to not miss this opportunity and let it pass. In this process, there might be things from your old problems that could resurface in your life (fears, insecurities, even the consequences itself of the problem you had), but don’t let it get in your way! Even if you still find yourself in this situation, don’t lose hope: the worst is coming to an end or has already passed and you have great things ahead of you! Welcome these positive energies into your life and don’t let your fears haunt you!

Pile 2 (middle) 🌉

You seem to be in a situation where you have been thinking a lot about your life in general. You might even be isolating yourself from the world because of that. It looks like the main issue is that you don’t know what to do when faced with the current problems/ situations you have: you might know what is bothering you but you are having difficulties with taking actions or talking with others about it. (For some of you, it might be related to romantic problems or conflicts you are currently having).

This reading seems to be asking for you to express more your feelings and what is bothering you. You have been spending way too much time reflecting and not enough making choices and “moving on” with what you want in mind. Take care of yourself, do things that increase your self esteem! If you have a creative hobby, it might also be a sign to do it more often and express your creativity!

Pile 3 (right) 🌌

There are new opportunities ahead of you, but you might be afraid of taking them or not even noticing these chances. This is happening because you are not getting out of your comfort zone. Perhaps because it involves something you are not very experienced at or you are afraid of how it will make you feel if you fail. This seems to be related to old insecurities and fears you have.

You need to let these new opportunities come to you, don’t try to stop what is happening at the moment! Instead, try to analyze more your insecurities and fears, and most importantly: be kind to yourself. There are new things coming in your way, take this as a new beginning and an opportunity instead of something that could hurt you. Focus on the present and enjoy the moments as you go through them!

[undertale-encyclopedia]

@mint-swirl

Lets talk about GALLERY can we talk about GALLERY please ive been dying to talk about GALLERY for the past 7 years

"Gallery" is the 29th song in the Deltarune Chapter 1 OST, it plays before the King boss, the Queen boss, and the Titan boss (slowed down a bit). The title of this song is capitalized in all instances.

As you hopefully know, ALLCAPS TEXT is heavily associated with the character W.D. Gaster. Now in my experience whenever you hear this name you usually hear some insane fan ramblings afterwards, but everything I say here is going to be some of the only Genuine Factual Information we have about this character. Quick refresher if you genuinely know nothing, Fun value "soundtest menu" room in Undertale has a song titled "Gaster's Theme", in the files it has the name "mus_st_him" (music_soundtest_him), and the beginning sequence of Deltarune has a cover of this song called "ANOTHER HIM", almost certainly indicating this character speaking is "HIM", who is Gaster. Anyways,

Everything definitively tied to Gaster and associated with Gaster-Like happenings is in ALL CAPS. This is most notable with the ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN room in Undertale, where he speaks exclusively in ALL CAPS, but can also be found in many other places, the more notable being the Meta-Areas (menu adjacent places) in Deltarune, like the intro sequence, file menu, end of chapter 4, other places, and importantly for this discussion, the files of the game itself. Sound files, names of sprites, ALL CAPS, notable examples are the assets for the "vessel creation" segment labeled "GONER MAKER" (goners intrinsically associated with Gaster, as they are the only characters in Undertale that refer to him at all), and songs like "ANOTHER HIM", "THE HOLY", "GUARDIAN", and some others.

Now, something being in ALL CAPS doesn't really tell us... much of anything at all. Not even sure if it definitively tells us its W.D. Gaster related, because there are things that dont fit this established theme, like "A CYBER'S WORLD?" or "KING OF ROLYPOLY". So it's maybe not a rule that all ALL CAPS songs are tied to HIM, but there is definitely a pattern here. Though there is an oddity in that in the game files, some different songs are in ALL CAPS and some arent.

Along with these, the other sounds that are in ALL CAPS are:

AUDIO_INTRONOISE THE_HOLY TV_GAME (ch3 quiz song) KEYGEN And, did you guess it?

GALLERY

GALLERY

GALLERY

It was never certain that it was tied to Gaster, the fact that it wasnt capitalized on the OST raised some flags, but even if not! The name alone is captivating!! Gallery? What does that mean in any of these contexts? In japanese the name just translates to "The Gallery" so it must mean That and not some other meaning of the word. GALLERY. ALL CAPS. Plays before fighting the final boss of all chapters (minus ch3). It FELT like it meant something, yes? It was such an odd title for this song it was hard to not think about it. Ive been pacing back and forth thinking about this song for almost 7 years now.

As a quick aside, ever see this guy before?

spr_mysteryman. Never truly CONFIRMED to be W.D. Gaster but. Come on. Strange unknown man in a room found via fun values? Anyways, very very interestingly, in the data of Deltarune there is a bit of failsafe dialogue, dialogue that is there to display in case something goes wrong and there isnt any other text coded to show up...

Thank you tcrf

It seems to describe our little mystery man over here, detailing a maybe sort of cut or gash through his face! Wild! Back to the conversation at hand,

Finally, about the question you have asked about. In chapter 4, we see many many panels of the prophecy, things that are said to be certain and will happen no matter what. And in the second dark world inside the church, in an area that is ever so slightly off to the side.

Is this section of the prophecy.

A figure, with a cut down their face, frames to each side, and the title

GALLERY

(which basically tells us nothing other than "yea theyre probably related" 😔)

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Ghost King uses Uno Reverse Card

Ghosts are not a race of evil creatures that most people think they are. And Danny was really happy when the Infinite Realms were able to make peace treaties with most countries of the human world. Ghosts, however, are a very vindictive race. At least that’s how young Phantom explained himself to Batman afterwards.

It just so happens that a couple of hours before the event aimed at expanding intergalactic unions most of the JLeague members due to an emergency call went on a mission. Which means people who had any authority in Phantom’s eyes became unavailable for a while.

So Shazam and Phantom as the most known outside the Earth were assigned to greet the guests and most importantly to entertain the visitors until the founders of JL return.

According to Phantom, Batman, being such a good detective with a bunch of backup plans, should have known that Danny’s favorite cereal ran out this morning, that he was late for first class, and that after school he had a fight with his parents. No, seriously, aren’t so-called scientists supposed to be able to admit mistakes in their own judgment? Danny got tired of being constantly ashamed of their behavior near other ghosts. It's bad enough that his authority as a ruler is sustained only by the support of those Ancients with whom he maintains friendly relations. Average citizens still doubt that he is a is sufficient to claim the throne. He’s had enough of being accused of not being a full-fledged ghost.  He’s not ready to hear rumors that he supports his parents' racist judgments too. In short, his day sucked. And all his ghostly nature now wanted to do something nasty to his neighbors to get rid of the tension.

Alien leader stretched out a hand to Phantom and Shazam. “Your Majesty Phantom, Champion of Magic. It’s an honor to meet you. I hope I learned the proper greeting gesture of the local intelligent race.”

And with that Danny’s reserve of conscience ran out. It’s a perfect moment to feed his need to be a little shit.

“The local intelligent race?’ Danny had this extreme bewilderment on his face. “Which one do you think..? Earth was the home of the Gods and of various inhabitants of the galaxy but it was a long time ago.”

Woman is clearly confused. Great. “E-Earthers. I think they’re called that.”

“Earthlings, intelligent race? You must be mistaken.” Danny faked a giggle. “Who told you that crap?”

“Phantom, what are you doing?” Batman hissed at him from an earpiece. Danny turned the sound off with a clear conscience. “I mean, seriously, there’s not a single serious study in the science library in this galaxy or any other galaxy that says humans are intelligent. Shazam, do you think they’re..?”

For some reason, Billy immediately remembered watching a man spend his entire salary on lottery tickets last week. And of course he was careless enough to shake his head and snort. That was all Phantom needed.

“Exactly. Earthlings don’t have to be intelligent to mimic the behavior of more evolved species. Surely you are well aware that Martians and Kryptonians, and many others have visited Earth at different stages of human development. My supervisor Clockwork and I have long been observing this strange species. In many ways, their behavior resembles a mixture of instinctive reactions of specimens from the 126 sectors of the nearest SBc Galaxy and several other creatures from planets of the galaxy KV59. However, even I, as an anthropologist with extensive experience of observing human species in their natural habitat, still have to explore and discover many of their secrets.”

“I do not understand. According to the documents among the delegation that greets us there are Earthlings. I mean I don’t question the scientific evidence of a respected Chronos or you, but why then..”

“Of course you don’t! It’s really quite simple. For the purity of the clinical experiment, which we are conducting now, it is necessary that Earthlings feel themselves ostensibly full participants of the «society» consisting of members with developed intelligence.”

“So, any luck, colleague?” Shazam, who realized that Batman would now skin them anyway, decided to at least participate in this theater so that the punishment would be at least deserved.

“Well, we’ve certainly come up with some interesting preliminary insights about the adaptive capacity of the human brain in limited contact with Martians. Of course, humans do not have real emotions to be full participants in communication, but their attempts and zeal are very inspiring.”

~~~~~

Meanwhile, Fentons watching a live broadcast of what was supposed to be an interplanetary friendship encounter are beginning to realize that if trying to punish a rebellious human teenager has always been difficult for them, the attempt to control the behavior of the 14 y/o half-ghost may become a nightmare not only for them.

Jack: Honey, I think Danny’s still a little upset about our old theories about the ability of ghosts to feel or think.

Jazz, sitting between them with the face of a man resigned to the chaos around her, could not restrain the sarcasm: Really? Why would you think that?

[skeletonh0e]

Can ignore if this is too dark but uh

Nightmare finding out his S/O had an extremely abusive ex? Again fine if you aren't down with that

Oof, time for some angst and some fluff. But more importantly some protective Nightmare content

Obvious tw for talk of domestic abuse & some ptsd, reader and the ex in this situation are both kept gender neutral. Also I guess tw for some minor manipulation (reminder Nightmare isn't the healthiest partner either)

Nightmare finds out about your last relationship

The thing about dating dear ole' Mare is that it's hard to hide most things from him

His whole thing is he can sense emotions, negative or otherwise

So even if he doesn't know, he knows something is up, you're very jumpy and there's this sense of fear around you whenever he so much as raises his voice

He's patient as he can be with it, a part of him naturally assuming these feelings are simply because he is....himself, that despite what you say a part of you is truly disgusted and terrified of him

A part of him almost doesn't blame you even if that sentiment still hurts coming from his partner of all people, most rightfully should be

When he does learn the truth though?

.....interesting

He's calm as you explain your former relationship and the things your ex did to you, like alarmingly so. You'd expect some form of anger, but no....he's calm.

Once you finish, he gently but lovingly pulls you into a tight embrace. Giving you all the reassurance you need

Dare I say, he's the perfect boyfriend in this situation. He'll let you cry, he'll soothe you, he's there to care for you and promising you'll never go through that again

It definitely becomes a night all about spoiling you

The moment you fall asleep though is when things take a turn

He gives his underlings a very important mission, your ex is retrieved that Night and then brought to his castle right to Nightmare

The things he does to that poor sucker

By the time he was done they were begging for death and even then he still didn't grant it just yet

No matter what happened though, there was no way your ex was getting out alive or if they did it might as well be a fate worst than death

Depending on the nature of your relationship and how well you'd take the news, he might relay what happened. Not going into every gorey detail but in a very "oh your last lover? I took care of them" :)

If you raise a fuss he'll downplay the issue or try to assure you that it was for the best, don't you trust him after all?

Regardless there is definitely a shift in how he treats you afterwards, not an extreme change bit but a change for sure

Gentler in his approach, more careful and somehow despite Nightmare already being known for a partner that's quite controlling more protective

Killer made the mistake of simply grabbing your shoulder a bit too roughly then Nightmare smacked him so hard he flew across the room

Nightmare is many things but he's a patient guy, so he'll be understanding as he can about most trauma and due to his unique skillset can usher away any bad dreams (won't guarantee the return of good dreams but still HE'S the only Nightmare you'll ever have to worry about)

If there's one thing you should never have a doubt about is that you're loved and more important that you're safe

And woe to the person that attempts to challenge that

[dyns33]

Family's bet

ALFIE IS BACK !!! I need to post one Alfie story per month or I explode or something.

Most of the time, Y/N stayed out of the conflicts between her brothers and her husband.

They didn't happen as often as you'd think, and most of the time they were over ridiculous matters that were resolved as quickly as they arose.

Furthermore, neither the Shelbys nor Alfie had ever asked her to play referee, as if they knew perfectly well what her answer would be, guessing her silent rule of neutrality, or didn't want to put her in such an embarrassing situation.

Only in the rare case where one of the parties dared to do something very serious would Y/N feel compelled to intervene.

If asked, and after a moment of hesitation, she would have admitted that she thought that if one of them decided to make a mistake, it would probably be Alfie. The King of Camden was known for breaking certain pacts when they no longer benefited him, in favor of more interesting partners. Business, nothing personal.

At the same time, these only concerned pacts with disreputable people or those he didn't like, who themselves hadn't always followed the terms of the contract, trying to double-cross him in one way or another.

Alfie Solomons didn't necessarily like the Peaky Blinders very much, they had a complicated history, but they were family now. He'd have to have a good reason to stab them in the back again.

To a more objective observer, it was more likely that it would be a Shelby who made a mistake. Arthur, John or Finn, given their temperaments. It was hard to say for the others, who covered themselves with a supposed veil of honesty and honor.

So it was with determination and anger in her heart that Y/N went to her brother Tommy's office to have a talk when she learned what he had done.

"Can you explain this to me, Thomas ?"

"Hello, little sister," he said, remaining seated and continuing to smoke calmly.

"Can you explain to me why several of the "bread" warehouses in South London burned down, and why I'm told your men were seen in the area just before the fires when they had no business being there ? And why, shortly afterward, you signed a sale with several of Alfie's customers, adding that you were sorry that their "bread" delivery wouldn't be possible this month ?"

"I have good reasons."

"I'm going to need more than that."

"Don't you trust me ?"

"Of course, that's not the question. Answer me."

"If you trust me, knowing I have good reasons should be enough for you."

After several years of marriage, Y/N had learned to take a deep breath during a conversation that seemed to be going nowhere, knowing full well that, with the men in her circle, shouting was pointless.

This was even more true with Tommy. Unflappable, vicious as a snake, he always managed to gain the upper hand, seizing the slightest weakness to turn it against his enemies and get what he wanted.

Without any qualms, he used the same method with his family, managing to make them feel guilty or stupid if they didn't go his way. It didn't work with everyone. Especially the women. Polly, Ada, and Y/N knew him all too well.

It wouldn't work this time.

"You know people are talking, right ? They're wondering what's going on. More importantly, they're wondering if this calls Alfie's authority into question. You publicly humiliated him. I haven't seen him yet, but I imagine he was surprised by the news and will want a good explanation so he doesn't wring your neck."

"Mr. Solomons is intelligent, he'll listen to me. And he'll never resort to violence, he knows you wouldn't approve."

"Just this once, I might make an exception," Y/N growled, standing proudly before him. "Don't use me in your schemes, Tom. Don't think for a second that this will be enough to protect you. If Alfie senses the slightest possibility of getting revenge with my permission, he won't hesitate."

Still calm, Tommy stared at her for a long time, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. There were several possible outcomes. The calm before the storm. But Y/N wouldn't tremble, not this time. Not when her husband's honor was at stake, brother or not.

Seeing her determination, Thomas nodded, before flashing a small smile. She even thought she heard him chuckle.

"Tell Alfie he'll get a nice compensation. I'll take care of the rumors."

"I don't care about your compensation, I…"

"Y/N. Trust me. He knows why I did what I did."

Alfie didn't know why Thomas had done what he had done. As furious as she had imagined, he paced around his office, screaming like a madman and threatening the entire world.

He didn't calm down much when he learned that Y/N had gone to see her brother. At least, not before she told him she'd gone to him to reprimand him, and more or less gotten what looked like an apology.

It wasn't like Thomas Shelby to apologize, admit he was wrong, and look for a way to avoid the Wandering Jew's wrath since he didn't have his little sister's protection in this matter.

"… He apologized ?" Alfie repeated suspiciously.

"In Tommy-speak, you could say that. With a nice, annoying smile."

"And he said I knew why he did it ?"

"Did you do something ?" Y/N asked, narrowing her eyes, searching for any sign of nervousness in her husband.

But no. As far as Alfie was concerned, he hadn't done anything that deserved punishment. And if he'd done something, Thomas wouldn't have mentioned compensation, he would have simply taken what was due to him and let him deal with the consequences of his actions. For once, Solomons had nothing to be ashamed of.

He seemed to suddenly have a revelation when he saw Y/N ranting at her idiot brother. He stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes wide, and froze in his seat.

"The bastard."

"What ? Alfie, what ?"

"That dirty little bastard… He thinks he's clever. I'm going to kill him."

"You're not killing anyone until you explain what's going on !"

It turned out Thomas and Alfie had made some kind of bet. Well, not really, they hadn't shaken hands after spitting, and he hadn't discussed what the winner would get or what the loser would give.

But, at a family gathering, Alfie had affirmed that if she had to choose, his wife would always side with her brothers. He wasn't offended by this fact. He understood the importance of family, he admired that loyalty, that love. It was simply an observation on his part.

To this, Tommy had retorted that he was wrong. Of course their sister loved them, and because she loved them, she would kick their asses if they did something horrible for no good reason, especially if it was against him.

Unsurprisingly, this led to an argument, quickly forgotten the next day. At least, by Alfie, Arthur, John, and most of the other players.

Not Thomas.

Clearly, he hadn't appreciated anyone questioning his sister's impartial integrity. Or maybe he just found it amusing to prove Solomons wrong.

Part of his "compensation" was a proof of love, the absolute certainty that his wife would be on his side if anyone wronged him, even her own kin. Too bad it was bound to be accompanied by Tommy's mocking smile every time he saw him from now on.

"You are idiots. I knew I should never deal with your problems."

"I didn't ask you, treacle. You were the one who went to him, instead of coming to cheer me up. That hurts me greatly, by the way. Wicked woman, leaving me alone with my despair to go see her brother."

"Be very careful, Alfred."

"… You're furious with him, not me. Remember, love."

"You two could end up tied if you push your luck. Don't ever bet on me again."

"But I didn't… He was the one who… Yes, love. Sorry, love, I'll shut up now."

Y/N called her brother to give him the same order, which made him laugh, though he accepted her request without the slightest concern, before asking if her husband was okay.

She hung up without answering. Bastard indeed.

[rainyorca]

Rebirth 𓆗 Kenji Sato x Reader

Content warnings: F!reader, smut, pnv, cunnillings, long form, angst/comfort, no established relationship.

Summary: You aren't the type to date one night stands, however, after a rather compelling night with Kenji, you may reconsider.

Notes: I dropped one of my other works to work on this one, the idea came to me in the middle of the night and is slightly inspired by Love song By Rihanna. This one came from the heart, a little self reflecting in there but I find works where the author can reflect on are often times the best ones, a little bit more significant. Anyways I hope you guys like this one <3 I took a little inspiration from @spurbleu please go read their works!

Words: 7,987

MDNI

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It all started as a simple one night stand, or so you thought. You’re not the type to date your one night stands, as it was something you deemed….inappropriate, just simply not something you're comfortable with. He doesn't really seem like the type to have time for a relationship anyways, given he’s a famous baseball player, which you weren't aware of at first, ironic his face was plastered all over Tokyo but you didn't care enough to pay attention. Why would he waste his time on you? But also, the overall idea of being in a relationship with a celebrity makes your head hurt, you have no desire to be the center of attention, especially with someone like him by your side. 

But you always thought about it. 

In truth, you always thought about him, whenever you had time to think. You remember the first night he brought you home, you weren't expecting much, given the way he acted when you met him. He was arrogant, egotsictal, but he was cute so you gave him a chance, flirting with him in hopes of getting what you wanted, just a quick fuck and you’d go, like usual. 

However, there was a new found deepness in the way he kissed you, the softness and genuine feeling of his touch, the way he would moan your name, or even simply say it. It awoke something in you, made you realize something, you’ve never felt that kind of profoundness before and it uprooted some new feelings in you. That night, you sat awake in his bed, your mind replaying what had just happened. 

Even before he gently opened your legs that night the whole experience between getting to his house was incredibly different, a sweetness in his eyes as he watched you admire the vastness of his place. How he would ask questions before to make sure you were comfortable, even offering you something to drink or a quick snack before he brought you to his room. Usually with your other hookups, your hands are already on each other as soon as you get through the door, even in the Uber or ride to someone’s place, but taking a breather before getting into things was nice, significantly better than what you were expecting.

The usual guilt after the climax always hits you, and it did this time just not as strong. You couldn't help but wonder if this is really what you wanted to keep doing, if you wanted to keep hooking up with random people. Another thought slithered its way into your brain, fangs sinking into the organ, intruding your thoughts. This was the most honest, real, one night stand you’ve ever had. 

Something about the way he looked at you before kissing you, the way he spoke softly to you the whole night, how gentle he was, and most importantly how he cleaned you up afterwards, gingerly holding your legs apart. You stared at the softness of his face, noticing every little detail from the faint (but visible) eyebags to the beauty mark on the right side of his face, just a little below his bottom lip. His focused expression and relaxed posture made your heart swell, and the way he would praise you while he cleaned you up. Saying things like “you did so good” or “you took me so well.” He even asked about you, how you were feeling while he carefully helped you get your panties back on, mindful of your shaking hands. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Questions about you, paying no mind to himself. God, it was torture, from his looks to his mere and genuine kindness, he had you wrapped around his finger and he didnt even know it. 

Everything about him was torture. 

That morning you awoke to his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his sharp features softened, a quiet snore emitting from him. You sat up, his arms sliding down to your hips now. Staring outside one of his massive windows, you could see the reflection of you and him on the bed, his shirt fitted over your frame, once worn by him. It made your head throb, your heart ache. You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, still trying to really wrap your head around how you were feeling. Carefully, you slide out of bed, his arms dropping onto the mattress softly. You dress yourself, taking his shirt off and leaving it folded at the end of his bed. As you always do, even for your worst experiences, you left him a note, but trying to figure out what to say to him was difficult. You left without waking him, leaving him with the scent of wisteria on his pillow. 

But really, you couldn't lie, you did leave your phone number on the note, saying if he needed anything or wanted to reach out to give you a call. To your surprise, he did, about a few days later. He had asked to meet up again, and you physically reacted. You didn't know if it was excitement or regret for leaving your number, seeing him again, after all this is what you wanted, right? Of course you still went, it would be crazy if you didn't. He had made a nice dinner which you two shared and talked over, it wasn't long after that, his hands were all over you, studying your body and taking in the canvas of your skin, desperate to decorate it with his own colors. 

A part of you wanted to believe it wasn't just lust and rather he felt something for you too, but in situations like these it was hard to believe.. And when he moaned your name as desperate and softly as he did that previous time it was like it all came washing over you, cold water splashing onto your face, jolting you awake in the middle of the night. Kenji’s arms wrapped around you again, holding you a decent distance away but you could still feel his warmth. Three in the morning and you were wide awake, staring at his beautiful face, struggling with the viper in your head. 

It became repetitive.

Kenji would invite you over, have dinner, maybe even watch a movie or swim in his pools and then he’d bed you again. The more you spent at his place, the more confused you were but the deeper in love you fell. You didn't want to ruin what you two had going on and most of all you were terrified, fear stopping you from asking him out officially. What would he say? Would he laugh at you? He’s awfully arrogant sometimes. Would he end things with you, tell you to leave his house? If you did, would you ever see him again? Aside from the billboards, the Tv ad’s, not being able to see his face in person would destroy you. 

But none of that really sounded like him, honestly. You wished you had the confidence, the power to say something, you were confident enough to flirt with him, to get him to fuck you but not confident enough to tell him you wanted to be with him. It was weird, something that seems so easy is so difficult for you to do, you felt like a little girl all over again, afraid to ask your crush out.

So you lay there, always up before him because that viper won't leave you alone. When you get home, you can't help but wonder, hope, that you're on his mind as much as he's on yours. It's pathetic, really. You tried seeing other people when you weren't wrapped around him, but it all felt empty to you, a cold spot on the bed. The others would treat you like any other girl, fuck you, leave you a mess, and then tell you to leave in the morning, something you were used to after spending years of this same cycle, and when they moaned your name it made you want to vomit. Nowadays, you leave before they can kick you out themselves. 

And you always notice something about him, he only fucks you in the comfort of his bed. He never bends you over the table or sits you up on the kitchen counter, it’s always in the softness of his white sheets, surrounded by his room. Curtains halfway open, letting light pour in so he can see your face and so you can admire his. 

You hated yourself for this, you wished you never got caught up in this lifestyle. You don't even remember why you started, desperate for love maybe, touch deprived? It's all blurry to you now.  Eventually, you stopped hooking up with other people, but you stayed with Kenji. Your heart wouldn't let you leave him. And you know, his face has probably been buried in tons of other girls' thighs, even the days when you're not with him. But when he was buried between your legs, mouth working expertly at your core, deep eyes staring up at you, you couldn't help but feel, maybe he gave you better treatment than the others. Your love for him dripped out of your core, seeped into his mouth, staining his tongue, but he was too blind to taste it. 

You wanted him, not in a sexual, carnal way but in a loving, passionate, devoted way. You wanted to be in his possession, you wanted to be his girl. You would whine his name, countless times as he reached your sweet spot perfectly, hoping he feels that same shudder, that same tingle when he would moan yours. The feeling of love in just the simplicity of a name. 

One night you got home from work, a hectic day weighing on your shoulders, Kenji had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over. You broke down, suddenly, randomly, sobbing into your hands while you sat on your knees. You don't know why you cried, maybe stress from the rough day you had, or maybe it was because of him, oblivious, unaware, him. 

“Oh, okay.” he said over the phone, his voice echoing into your ears. “Is everything okay though?” Perhaps he could hear your sniffles, your quiet sobs. 

“I’m fine,” you responded, simple and quick. “Just had a rough day.” 

He said, “I understand, if you wanna talk about it—-you know I'm here, always.” 

You had tensed up, feeling sick to your stomach all over again. He sounded unsure, like he knew you were crying but didnt want to push, like hes never never had to comfort someone hes fucked before, only when theyre sore and hurting. You felt bad, wiping your tears as you tried to settle down after the rather short phone call. Again you were left wondering if he was thinking about you, that viper curled its scaled body around your mind, squeezing. 

On the rare nights he would cancel, he was busy and didn't want you coming over too late, he would offer to give you some release over the phone. Always putting your pleasure first, that's what he's done since day one. When he called you that first time, it surprised you, he cared enough about you that he still wanted to help you out in some sort of way. You'd tell him you were fine, to enjoy whatever it was he was doing and usually that would be that. But sometimes he catches you at the right time, when you're frustrated, needing release. He’d talk you through it over the phone, drinking up the sound of your soft moans as you pleasured yourself to his voice. His voice, god. It was the most devastating, siren-like melody you had the honor of hearing. He knew all the right ways, tones, words to get you off. His voice was indescribable, he could literally call you by your name and you’d be on your knees, it always sounded best after his own release. Once you were finished he’d talk to you a little more, at least until you stopped responding, and then he would hang up. 

He owned you, he owned your thoughts, your feelings. It was terrible, absolutely terrible. 

The real eye opener was a few months into this situationship, after you had gotten rid of your other hookups, right around the time baseball started picking up again. He grew busier so seeing him, being able to feel him after not being able to in a while was rewarding. You remember it so clearly, he was buried deep inside you, his eyes closed and mouth agape as he pushed himself to his release, soft moans and grunts coming out of his mouth. That was when he finally released and upon the bliss, he spoke freely. 

“I love you,” he gasped, not once, but multiple times, “I love you—love you….so much.” 

That was it for you, really it was. The once tears of pleasure turned into something deeper and you cried in front of him (unnecessary, embarrassing tears you would tell yourself). He didn't realize at first, his head was resting on your collar bones as he caught his breath, settling down from his release. But your quiet whimpers and sobs made him sit up, his expression changing when he saw you crying. He knew it wasn't a cry of pleasure, you were full on sobbing, covering your eyes and wiping them with your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, pathetically. “I'm so sorry.” 

Confused and bewildered, Kenji cups your face with both hands. “Hey, hey,” he says softly, “no need to apologize, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” you choke out, grabbing his hands as he holds your face, “no–” You couldn't even get the words out, it was embarrassing, choking on mucus and struggling to breathe. You weren't sure why you were crying, maybe because you felt bad, maybe because his words set you off, but why? 

“Then what's wrong?” he pushed on, his voice as gentle as ever. “You can talk to me.” 

You never told him, instead you continued to cry like a baby, until he pulled you into his chest, holding you tight. One of his hands running up and down your back soothing you until your sobs quieted to sniffles and then went silent. He was up before you the following morning, still rubbing your back softly, listening to your breathing, chest stained and damp with your tears. You left your mark on him that day, unnoticeable to the naked eye, but seen by him. 

For once, you thought about praying, praying to whatever god there was, up there watching you. It's not like you were asking for the world, you were just asking for him, is he really too much to ask for? A few days later, he had hit you up, asking if he could come over this time. So he showed up at your place, standing in the doorway while the rain pelted down, soaking his clothes and hair. 

God he was beautiful, he looked so good standing in the rain you couldn’t even find the words to express it. A tingle goes up your spine, making you shudder, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little turned on right now. That was his effect on you, just merely the sight of him can get you excited, turn you on, sometimes you even questioned yourself if it was your libido making you feel this way, but you knew it wasn’t, it was more. 

You gave him a towel to dry off as he looked around your apartment, given it was his first time in here. The first thing he noticed was the smell, your place just smelled like you. It was earthy and floral at the same time, hints of jasmine. He looked at your bookshelf, multiple books of all genres, dusty and showing that they hadn’t been cleaned in a while, a clear give away to the state of your mind. You make him some tea, butterfly pea for yourself and regular green tea for him, setting them both on the coasters of your wooden coffee table. Kenji sat down on your couch, the towel resting on his broad shoulders. You sat next to him, feeling the awkward tension, averting your gaze. His fingers tap on his cup, as if he’s debating on bringing up what had happened a few nights ago, he’s tense. 

“So, I didn’t just come here to-“

“I know,” you interrupt him, “I know.”

“You never told me what happened that night,” he continues, cautiously, watching your face for any change. You turn to look at him, pressing your lips into a line before trying to speak. 

“It was-“ you stop yourself, “I was just having a rough day, that was it. Sometimes it catches up to me at the wrong times, I’m sorry.” It was a lie, of course it was. You didn’t want to tell him what it really was, especially now of all times. It’s silent for a few moments until he suddenly reaches over, grabbing your face with one of his large, gentle hands, scooting closer to you. “Hey, there’s no need to apologize,” he responds softly, “you should've said something earlier.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Moments like these are what makes you feel like there's more to this, more than just the sex but still, you keep your mouth shut.

He’s gotten more stingy with his time, finding it hard to see each other. A part of you wonders if he's chosen to move on after what happened the past week, wondering if he decided to drop you completely. You wouldn't blame him if that's what he was doing, at least he was letting you off easy. His texts and responses were still the same but they became slower and eventually you stopped texting him, it was foolish anyways, pointless. Why in the world would he freely talk to you, waste his time, when you two aren't even together? When you were bored, you would find yourself watching his games on the Tv, or at least whenever they came on. You would focus on him the entire time, ignore every other player, he was your star, your black sheep. 

You questioned if he would even enjoy seeing you at one of his games, after all he never invited you, you would have to invite yourself. So you did, the next game you went ahead and bought a ticket, clearing your plans for the night just to watch him play. Your seat was pretty good, you could see his face clearly from where you were sitting. His focused face always made you smile, always made you flutter, he was so indescribably charming it hurt. You kept your cheers quieter than everyone else, but it wouldn't really matter if you didn't, you would be fitting in with the crowd, but a part of you didnt want him to look up and somehow notice you, it would be hard to pick you out of this huge audience anyways.

After the game, you decided to stay, somehow finding where the locker room was, surrounding yourself with wives, even children of the other players, in a way you kinda fit in. You don’t know what motivated you to go there, maybe the ache between your legs? After seeing him play you couldn’t help it, something about a man with ambition, a man with passion. 

You were still sticking out like a sore thumb, nervously tapping your foot and feeling uncomfortable, it was obvious, you were just too dumb to realize. Your eyes bore into the door, waiting for him to come out, a new found nervousness filling your soul. “Psst,” someone tries to get your attention, you didn't realize it at first until a lady bumped shoulders with you. You turn to look at her, brown eyes meeting yours. She was older than you, probably around thirty maybe even forty but you dont assume.

 “I’ve never seen you before,” she says, voice friendly, “do you know one of the players?” 

“I guess you could say that,” you respond quietly, trying to find a way to explain who you were to Kenji but most people wouldn't take “we hook up all the time” as an answer. So you kept quiet until she spoke again. 

“Which one? I'm curious.” She pressed on, her tone dripping with some type of underlying excitement. 

You clear your throat, feeling a little awkward.”Um, Ken–Kenji, Sato,” you try to keep your voice from sounding too shaky, worried she might assume you're an obsessive fan. 

“Oh!” she exclaims, laughing lightly, tossing her head back and gesturing with one of her hands, “I’ve never seen anyone come see him, it's about damn time.” 

You can tell she's just joking a little, you smile as a response. “God wow,” she says suddenly, sounding astonished, “you have a beautiful smile, absolutely gorgeous, wowww.” 

“Oh,” the random compliment makes you smile a little wider, “thank you.” She nods, looking back at the door but then turning to you again. 

“You're a real pretty girl, you know,” she hums, crossing her arms, “and you seem nice, I mean you came to one of his games. Sato must feel really lucky to have you as a girlfriend.” 

Girlfriend. That word, the word you avoided for so long, what a terrifying thing to be called.

“Oh, I’m–” you stop yourself, should you tell her or not? What's the chance of her bringing it up to her husband and then he says something to Kenji. “He's not my boyfriend, we’re just friends,” you settled with that, she seemed to be a little surprised and ... .upset? 

 “Oh but you like him,” you blink at her, the response unexpected, “a mother always knows, I can see it all over your face.” 

Warmth spreads over your face, painting your cheeks a gorgeous shade of red and she notices, chuckling to herself. “I’ll tell you what I always tell my daughter,” she says, her tone morphing into something more firm, she turns her whole body towards you now, “it's always good to tell them before it's too late, you never know what’ll happen.” 

Were you really about to express your feelings to a random middle aged woman? “But,” you start, shifting uncomfortably, “what if he doesn't like me?” You sound pathetic, like how you did in highschool, crying to your mom because you were confused on why you couldn't love the way others did. You suddenly felt bad for your highschool lover. The real question you should have asked is why do you feel uncomfortable at the mere thought of being in a relationship. 

“His loss,” she rolls her eyes playfully, “but all you can do is accept and move on, it sucks and it hurts for a while but it gets better, trust me.” 

It was nice talking to her, you don't talk to your mom anymore since moving to Japan, she also just doesn't approve of your lifestyle. Having no friends(too distracted, driven by lust to try) made it hard to get advice or even someone to talk to about problems. Having someone to tell you this made you feel a little better, opened your eyes. 

“I guess you're right,” you mutter out, “thank you for the advice.” You smile a close lipped smile at her and she returns it. The locker room door opens and the first few players start to spill out, greeting their wives and children. Her husband comes out next and she turns to greet him, smiling widely as she wraps her arms around him. You can't help but feel envious, until Kenji walks out, hair messy and his bike helmet under his arm. Holding your breath, wondering if you should go up to him, his eyes scan the area, like he's looking for someone, then they lock onto you. You can feel yourself shaking, worried he’d be upset that you're here, especially after not talking in a while. His expression is unreadable for a few moments and then he smiles, you can't tell what type of smile it was. Happy? Surprised? Hiding disappointment? He walks over to you, a mixture between his cologne and sweat wafts into your face when he stops in front of you. 

“What're you doing here?” he asks, his tone playful. 

“Just thought I’d pay a visit,” you breathe, shoving your shaking hands into your pockets. “You played really well today.” 

Before he can talk, the woman from before taps on your shoulder, you look and she quickly hands you a sticky note before smiling at Kenji and then walking off with her husband. Kenji raises an eyebrow, watching the woman leave and then looking at you. 

“What was that about?” he questions, chuckling softly. You read the note, squinting at her cursive handwriting. 

I can tell by the way he looks at you, he is so in love. Shoot your shot and if you need anything, call me :) 

Her phone number was left under those words. “Just a friend I made while waiting,” you respond, shoving the paper into your pocket. 

“Making friends now?” he nudges you, making you laugh softly. He must've found out about your loneliness a long time ago, something you both had in common but never spoke about. You walk out with him, passing by the other waiting wives. 

And of course, he invited you over and you agreed, almostly immediately. Needing release, from your thoughts (thick scaled viper squeezing at your flesh), from your pent up arousal after not seeing him in what felt like an eternity. You were the one that latched onto him first this time, most commonly he starts it. Sooner than later he has you on his bed, legs spread, one captured between his in an attempt to keep you stiil. He lays on the side of you, fingers buried in your cunt while his lips stay attached to your throat, your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close. Cries of pleasure spill out your mouth, his name like a prayer on your lips. The sweetness from his kisses stuck on your tongue. Your back arches off the bed when your first peak washes over you, making you sob out his name sinfully as you always do, music to his ears. 

“You have no idea–” he grunts, his tip now nudging at your entrance before sliding into you slowly, his jaw clenches until he's fully inside you, “how good it felt to know you were watching me play.” 

He practically fucked you like he was thanking you, clearly appreciating your presence. For once your mind didn't wander other places(the viper loosened), too focused on the feel of his cock pressing against your sweet spot and his moans to even think about anything else. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, “My girl, my good girl.” Those simple words always made you crazy, a moaning mess in short. It sounded so filthy during the moment but afterwards, when he's bathing in the afterglow, chest heaving, the words leave his lips again, and they sound less sinful, more fond and tender. 

The next few weeks you ponder on what that lady had said to you, debating on texting her, asking her for more advice. As baseball started to come to a close, Kenji started having more availability. You started to invite him to more casual things, like coffee at your favorite cafe or a walk in the park just to talk. The whole time he was around you, a permanent smile worn on your face, he talked to you like you were more important than anyone in the world, however your time together was never long. This new feeling bubbled up inside you, happiness for once? Maybe excitement that you finally get to be around him without the sound of skin against skin. You invited him over to your place for some wine one night, sitting in your living room, music playing softly in the background while you two drank until your faces were warm and red. 

“Do you see other girls?” 

Fuck.

The question came off your drunken lips, a sober thought meeting your intociaxted mouth. You realized shortly after that you fucked up, quickly tensing up and waving your hands dismissively.

 “I'm sorry,” you rush, “that just came out, I don't really mind if you do, it wouldn't change anything.” His face was unreadable, but he turned to stare down into his glass. 

His response is simple, “No.” 

“You're the only one,” he continued after a few seconds, “I stopped seeing other people a while ago.” 

Your face heats up as if it wasn't hot enough already, a drunken smile on your lips, unnoticable by him. “Okay, sorry I asked,” you huff, deciding not to refill your glass this time, instead just setting it down on the coaster. 

“What about you?” 

His question probably catches you off guard as much as yours did. “I couldn't bring myself to do it,” you admit, “I did for a while but then things got complicated, so I cut everyone off, stopped going out to try and find sex and just settled with you.” 

The silence is uncomfortable for a moment, until he speaks again. “Why?” simple, just like his response.

 You bit your lip, staring at him and then looking away to avoid eye contact. “I….” you didn't want to admit anything now, not when you're intoxicated at least, “I just didn't want to see anyone else.” 

He's silent again but then he hums, drinking down the final drops of red liquid before sitting back on your couch. “Come here,” his voice is quiet but strong, beckoning to his side with his hand. You hesitate but slide over to him, laying your head on his chest as his arm comes to wrap around your waist. Thoughts swarm your head (the viper slithers into action once again), but they are quieted when he speaks again (the ear bleeding hiss, silenced).

“I didn’t wanna see anyone else either.” 

Mentally you smile, physically you probably made a weird face he couldn't see but you stayed quiet, listening to his heartbeat through his clothes.

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The thought about what that lady said to you lingered in your mind. You’ve known Kenji for a year now, fucked him for a year now, at this point you shoudlve told him, save yourself the suffering. The winter was long, nights growing ever the more longer, you found yourself reaching out to him for warmth rather than just sex. 

And to your surprise, you came home after work to a freezing apartment, your heater had broken leaving you with nothing but sleepless nights in your freezing bed. You had complained to company numerous times until they finally got someone to come by and take a look, and to make things worse, it would take longer than usual for them to fix. You weren't really sure why, you weren't the only one having this problem in the complex, numours people had left because they were taking so long to fix them. Out of options, and exhausted, you called Kenji. You were worried he would decline but he agreed without hesitation. So, you packed up some clothes, your necessities and headed to his house that night.  

It was safe to say he was pleased by your company, upon living alone himself, despite having a supercomputer floating around, he still loves you being around. He respected your space, fed you, made sure you knew where everything was. Mina would talk to you when he was gone, you freely asked her questions about him, oftentimes she would give you a schedule of what he had going on today and when he would be home. 

Before he would get home from whatever he was doing that day, you would cook for him on your days off of course. He’s a late eater, assumingly due to him coming home late from practice or games, so you always start cooking a few minutes before he arrives. He comes home, smiles when he sees you in the kitchen, walks over to you and snakes a hand around your waist, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before disappearing somewhere into his huge house. Moments like those made you forget you weren't in an actual relationship, you don't even know what you would call it, friends were too simple, lovers were too complicated. Friends with benefits would be overlooking everything, you two were not close like friends but you two still hung out, had sex, no strings attached they would say. But still, there was never a right label to describe what you and Kenji were, so no labels were used, by either of you. 

Sleep was still hard to come to, difficult in such a large bed, you would turn to your side, expecting him to be there but he wasn't. Sometimes you would hear a faint beeping sound, then some rustling outside your room, a low rumble below you and then silence. It happened often, not so often it was repetitive, but often enough it made you curious, too curious.

 One night after the rumbling stopped, you left your room, tentatively heading to his room. You opened the door to see his bed was empty, your heartbeat quickened, slowly stepping into his room until Mina called your name from behind you. “Where’s Kenji?” you ask, shutting the door softly behind you. 

“His father asked for him,” she says simply, “you should go back to bed.” You were suspicious, there was no way his father was calling him at two in the morning, his dad was old but not that old that he couldn't take care of himself. However, you listened, heading back to your room, opening the curtains of the massive windows to look out at the ocean, something you always found peace in.

And then, you heard him come home around an hour later, hesitantly you go out to greet him. You catch him right as he’s about to go to his room, making him stop in his tracks and stare at you. He takes in your slightly exposed form, all you had on was a shirt and panties, acting as if he hasn’t seen you naked before. 

“You’re up?” He questioned, his face confused, he looked guilty of something. You stare at him for a few moments, blinking tiredness out of your eyes until you settle with a sigh, not questioning where he’s been. 

“I can’t sleep,” is what you settle with, yawning to make it more believable. A soft smile graces his face, and then he beckons you to follow him, so you do. For once since high school, you sleep in until noon, face buried in his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. 

You knew something was up, you’ve always been good at figuring things out and Kenji was a terrible liar, also terrible at hiding things in general. You wanted to be respectful, mind your business and not act like an overbearing lover, if that’s what you would even call yourself, but you were desperate to know his little secret. That viper squeezed a little tighter these past few days.

 So you waited for him to come home after disappearing, sitting up in his bed with the lamp on, you had grown accustomed to sleeping with him rather than in your own bed, after all it was just a few more days until your heater got fixed and you wanted to savor this feeling as long as possible. Mindlessly scrolling on your phone, watching all the news about Ultraman and the recent, ongoing Kaiju attack. The door opened up to his handsome face, a visible cut on his lip still bleeding. Then it clicked for you, his awkwardness when coming in, the surprised look he had on his face. When he got in bed you hesitated to speak, but then he spoke for you. 

“I’ve been keeping something from you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

 “I’ve noticed…” you respond, trailing off slowly. You watch him seemingly debate with himself mentally, biting his cheek. He wets his lips with his tongue, some of the blood smearing but going unnoticed, he’s vulnerable right now, you tread carefully.

 “Kenji, you can tell me anything you know,” you hum, putting your phone down, “nothings gonna change my view of you or whatever.” 

“I’m Ultraman,” he blurts, looking more surprised than you. The expression on your face is probably what made him nervous, really he didn’t know what response you would give him. 

“Oh,” you say, quickly softening your face, “um well that’s something.” He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “Still, that doesn’t change anything,” you continue, pushing the blankets off and crawling on top of him, straddling him. 

You cup his face, your thumb on his bottom lip, wiping off the excess blood. “You’re still the same Kenji I know,” you sigh, wiping the blood off on your shirt. He makes a face, like he’s surprised but disgusted by what you had done, he starts to smile slowly.

 “Being a…twenty foot tall metal man doesn’t change how I feel about you,” your words make him raise a brow and it was then when you realized what you had just said. “And how do you feel about me?” He teases, grabbing your hips to hold on to you, his demeanor shifting slightly.

“The same way I always have,” you quickly try to change the subject, planting a kiss on his lips, “anyways you should get some sleep.” He holds you still, his grip on you tightening as you try to get off of him. 

“I’m not tired,” he coos, running a hand up your shirt to feel the bareness of your body. 

“Well I am,” you remark playfully, squishing his face with your hand before getting out of his grasp and settling down beside him. You reach over and then turn the lamp off, pulling the blankets back over you and closing your eyes. His secret was safe with you, and the fact that he was so trusting of you made you think, maybe it really isn't just his libido. Kenji stares at your back, a concerned expression on his face before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in. 

Your heater was fixed just a few days later and you left Kenji’s place with a heavy heart, standing in his doorway with your bag in your hand. It was weird, how you felt, that viper had become still for a moment and then it was back, hissing and sinking its fangs into your already hurting brain. You didn't know when you would see him again, but you knew it would be soon. 

The night before you left, Kenji had shown you a picture, his face a mixture of emotions. “Who’s this?” you ask, pointing at the woman next to him, it was a dumb question but as stated before, you dont assume. 

“My mother,” he responds plainly, the underlying hurt heard in his voice. He’s hurting, you can tell, and he's vulnerable. You dont push, instead you compliment her. 

“She's beautiful,” your eyes scan over her still face in the picture, noticing the same, signature beauty mark Kenji has, “I see where you get your looks from.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips, smiling fondly. 

The vulnerability he showed while you were staying at his house, made you fall ever more in love with him and it made you sick, the venom seeping into your brain and spreading throughout your body. 

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Rain pours down outside, loudly pelting against the windows, sounding like hail. The sound drums loudly in your ears, making your head hurt for once. The grayish blue lighting seeps into the expansive space of Kenji’s living room, the city fogged and rain wrapped in the distance. 

Placed on his lap, legs on either side, straddling him fully clothed, damp from the downpour outside. His clothes sticking to his skin, his chest and torso exposed under the soaked white fabric, visible to your searching eyes. Black panties pressed against his crotch, not in a teasing manner. Your shirt sticks to your skin but loosens as it dries in the chill of the room. Kenji’s eyes, gray and lustrous, staring up at your warm face, strong grip on your hips. His head rests on the arm rest, lifting it enough so he could get a good view of your precious body.  

The viper is still, its fangs frozen deep in your consciousness. 

His lips part, glossed over from the rain as well as his chapstick, he starts to speak. “You look so pretty like this,” he breathes, reaching up to feel your body, an empty canvas waiting to be painted, to be marked. 

You shift, eliciting a rather warm noise from him, a moan in short. His cock desperately wanting freed from the prison of his pants. The fabric of his pants rubs against your throbbing clit through your panties, making you hum a soft tune of anticipation. The viper moves, its teeth itching further into your ruined brain. Chewing on your bottom lip, you move again, a little rougher this time. 

“You’re tense,” he randomly points out, making you freeze, “relax, baby.” 

“I am relaxed,” you remark, rutting against his clothed cock again. 

“No, you're extremely tense, I can see it,” he pushes on, his voice hoarse, “keep your shoulders down.” 

“I’m frustrated,” you admit, dipping your head down so all he sees is your hair while you mindlessly tug at his pants. He watches you, lifting his hips so you can pull his pants and boxers down to his knees. 

“Then tell me,” he says suddenly, “tell me your frustrations, ride them out on me.” 

“Fuck,” you breathe, “I hate you.” You move your panties to the side, slowly sinking down on him with a delightful moan. 

He hums, watching you slowly grind against him, his tip already nuzzling against your sweet spot. The viper moves again, this time its scaled body curls around, tears suddenly stinging your eyes. This is the type of sex you liked, sensual, slow, the type he always gave to you. You grab one of his hands, interlocking your fingers together in a warm grasp, letting his hand rest near his head while you use it to steady yourself. “So beautiful,” he purrs, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, his other still gripping your hips. 

“I hate how good you make me feel–” you cut yourself off with a shaky gasp, “and how–how…” He raises an eyebrow, watching you with an amused expression, waiting for you to continue. “Mmhm,” he hums, eyes closing briefly, devouring the feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“You stress me out so much and you don't even know it,” you shudder, your body relishing the way he throbbed inside you, poking at your spot, “you really have no idea.” Playful banter at first, at least that's what he assumed, but you couldn't stop talking, couldn't keep your mouth shut. 

“So I'm the cause of your frustration?” he asks, his voice sickeningly sweet and playing his part, a melody to your ears. You gasp, lifting your hips and then sinking back down on him again, slow and steady. 

“Yes,” you whine hoarsely, “you're on my mind all the time, you have no idea how annoying it is.” His expression softens, going from a small smirk to a slight frown, he’s trying to debate if you were being serious or if you were still being playful. 

“I'm on your mind…?” he questions, sounding unsure, a deep groan breaks from his throat. 

“Fuck yes, all the fucking time,” theres a throb in your heart, “your like a fucking snake, squeezing my mind—mmmh—making my head hurt.” 

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” you whimper, throwing your head back when you feel him suddenly buck up into you. 

“But you have me already,” his voice is gentle, as sweet as candy, understanding. 

“No, I don't,” you roll your hips, squeezing his hand, “No–” His other hand comes to caress your bare skin, sneaking up your wet shirt, his sounds of pleasure starting to pick up in volume. You clench around him. 

“I don't understand,” he hums, “I'm right here, underneath you, feeling your body. I'm real, my love.” 

“Don't call me that,” you hiss, “please.” Your plea ends in a whine rather than a firm word, his expression completely changes. 

“Do we need to stop?” puzzled, he sounds concerned. “No!” you exclaim, a little louder than you intended. “No, please don't stop, I don't wanna stop.”

He gives you a questioning look, but allows you to continue riding him, your orgasm starting to build up deep within you. “I don't have you, Kenji,” you keep talking, suddenly feeling a whole new wave of confidence, maybe it was your mind torn between pleasure and the truth, maybe you finally realized it's time, “and it's killing me.” 

Endearing, that's what he thinks as you ride out your truth on him, spilling from both your cunt and tongue, staining him once again, but this time he can taste it, feel it, bathe in it. “You don't get it,” you sigh, keeping up with a steady pace, trying to bite back moans as you speak to him breathlessly. 

He doesn't talk, doesn't say a single word, why would he need to if you can see it in his eyes? He wants to know more, wants you to keep going. “Im tired–tired of this,” heat pools in your stomach, the feeling of release drawing ever closer, “shit..”

“I've been keeping this quiet for so long, too scared to tell you anything because–because I didn't know what you would say or do,” the viper freezes, your orgasm approaching, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, onto his shirt.

A mixture between pleasure and pain falls onto him in drops, he reaches up, wiping your tears with his thumb. You grab his hand, holding it on your face while you start to ride him quicker, desperately. 

“I'm in love with you,” you finally say, coming out more as a choked out sob than simple words,”I always have been.” You open your eyes hesitantly, looking down at him, unable to read his face. Expressive as he is, he had no physical reaction, he just stared at you, blankly. 

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I know I just ruined everything, but I needed—fuck—needed to tell you before i dug a deeper hole.” His hand still remained on your face, flush against the warmth of your cheeks. Then he smiles, soft and understanding, a mix of relief in there too. 

You erupt into a whiny sob, digging your nails into the back of his hand. Your climax comes over you, a viper shedding its old, dulled, colorless scales into something new, bright, and colorful. Rebirth. 

While you're riding out your orgasm, pulling his out of him too, he sits up, quickly adjusting himself, and he captures your lips into a kiss, passionate and heartfelt. Your arms curl around his neck, sobbing against his lips as you kiss him back, your grinding coming to a slow even pace and then stopping completely. 

“I love you too,” he says, pulling away from your swollen lips, “as I always have.” 

Kenji is a terrible liar, you can see in his eyes, he's telling the truth. More tears well up in your eyes, body shaking, tremors from your orgasm. 

And then you cry again, a mixture between happiness and sadness, apologizing profusely as he pulls you in for a tight embrace, your tears staining his shirt that was once soaked with rain water. 

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[icycoldninja]

Dante x Reader who is always comforted by Dante when they’re sad or distressed somehow but they also insist on comforting him because they see through his happy mask.

Aw yeah

Dante x Reader comfort headcannons

-Dante knows what it's like to be in the depths of despair and borderline suicidal. He understands the pain of self-loathing and remembers a time when he felt resentful towards the world.

-These memories are why he does everything in his power to make sure you never fall into the same darkness he did.

-Whenever you're even the least bit sad, he'll hurry to your side, ask you what's wrong and see if there's anything he can do to help, and then promptly gets to work fixing the issue.

-If the issue happens to be a person bothering you, you'll find that the person in question no longer wishes to have anything to do with you and visibly trembles when you approach them.

-He holds you when you're feeling emotional, rubs your back when you're stressed, and most importantly, gives you virtually endless cuddles whenever you're feeling anxious or generally distressed about anything.

-He knows how to make you laugh like no one else can, because he is naturally that goofy.

-Tickle ambushes are often initiated whenever you have a pout or a frown on your face.

-However, despite how much energy and humor Dante brings to the table, he, too, has his off days. There are times when he's feeling lower than usual, and when those times come, he tries to hide it by being funnier and goofier than usual.

-You can see through his attempts to appear cheerful and worry-free, and he knows it. When you start asking questions, he does his best to lie directly to your face, not realizing it just makes him seem to be doing worse than he really is.

-You try to lighten his mood, but you're not as good at comforting others as he is, and sometimes your jokes, especially self-deprecating ones, fall flat.

-You know that the more eccentric he's acting, the more upset he is on the inside, which is why you usually pounce on him with lots of hugs once he starts behaving in this way.

-He doesn't want you to do this—he appreciates that you care for him, but he knows you have problems of your own and doesn't want to weigh you down with his emotional baggage.

-Nevertheless, you are determined to make him as happy and comforted as he's made you, and brush off his attempts to push you away with a persistence only you could dare to have around him.

-Pizza parties with just the two of you are always guaranteed to cheer him up, and splitting a bottle of wine or a can of beer afterwards isn't a bad idea.

-Sometimes you'll find Dante in a particularly vulnerable mood where he actually shares how he's feeling, and while it's sweet that he trusts you enough to tell you these things, it also means something is bothering him a lot and he really needs your help.

-There are times when whatever was bothering the two of you causes you to snap at each other and sometimes yourselves, but at the end of the day, you're always there for one another, ready to cuddle or maybe just listen to whatever you need to get off your chests.

[3amwritings]

Backstage Pass

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader X Seonghwa X San

Author's Note: This is in fact a reupload, I edited some things and it diverted too much from the original. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!! -admin j (aka admin coconut)

Genre: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, Sweet tooth rotting fluffy aftercare afterwards >.< Word Count: 11.7k words Summary: After a long, exciting concert, your bandmates know the perfect way to release all that extra energy and adrenaline. Warnings: Fem!Reader, Mommy!Hwa, Noona!Woo, Unnie!San, Woosanhwa uses feminine honorifics (and pronouns), Double Penetration, Lots of cum, Cumplay, Object insertion, Snowballing, Spitting, its fucking messy as fuck, Cum marking, Dom!Hwa, Mean Bratty Dom!Woo, Soft Dom!San and Sub!Reader, Blowjobs, Face Sitting, Facials, Creampies, Lots and lots of cum did I mention that?, Cum Eating, Oral (F and M receiving), Facefucking, Foursome, Anal, Ass eating, Rimming, this is so fucking filthy holy shit, Fingering, Video Recording, Possessive sex, Jealous sex, Petnames, Dick piercings, Woosanhwa are just all covered in piercings ngl, i probably missed some shit, dacryphilia, slight mxm in a few parts nothing too serious, Biting, Free use, Choking, Praise, Degrading, Princess!Mingi mention lol

 The moment the last note is strummed, the concert comes to a halt, and the crowd cheers with pure excitement. You’re gasping for air, the pump of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Oh, you could never get used to this. It was exhilarating.

“Thank you, Houston!” You cheer, and the crowd roars with cheers and excitement. As you lift your hand to wave goodbye to the city, there’s a big grin on your face.

You love what you do. You love performing for the adoring fans, and you love travelling to meet new fans, but most importantly, you love your bandmates more than anything.

As you grabbed your microphone off the stand, you began to make your way off the stage, following right behind Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and San. In order, their roles in the band were guitarist, drummer, bassist, and vocals.

The curtains close in on the crowd, but you can still hear the cheers from the other side, filling your body with a great sense of pride and accomplishment.

When the four of you make it backstage, there's a flurry of staff running around. Some of them are carrying props, and others are carrying sound equipment and lights. It's extremely chaotic.

“I’ll be back. I need to find a restroom here.” San lets out a groan, gently propping his bass guitar against a wall, walking deeper and deeper backstage. A staff member quickly grabs his bass guitar, running around backstage to put it away.

“Maybe we should head to the bus.” You spoke up softly. Seonghwa looks down at you, pursing his lips to a thin line. There has been jealousy, a bitter jealousy, simmering in his blood ever since he saw you with a fan.

Are you serious? Are you just going to get on the bus and act like nothing happened? Not on his watch. Hwa’s eyes dart over to Woo, who is biting the inside of his cheek.

Wooyoung was a lot more open about his jealousy, and the angry tint in his eyes was all Seonghwa needed to proceed.

You stop in your tracks as you feel Seonghwa grip your bicep, his grasp firm and his intent clear as day. “Let’s have a chat, first,” Seonghwa says dryly, and with a gentle tug, he begins to lead you towards what seems to be a green room: Your green room.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but have a sly grin on his face, his other arm snaking around your waist. His grip is tight, squeezing your hip like a child holds his favorite toy. “Wasn’t that a great show? I’m just so pumped up right now.” Woo couldn’t help but purr. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne made your head spin. You swallow back some of your spit, a pit forming in your stomach. Not out of fear or anxiety, but more out of anticipation. “I-It really was.” You couldn’t help but nod.

The inside of your green room was rather spacious, all things considered. Your vanity desk was rather neat, with just your prop microphone resting in the middle. The mirror has little LED lightbulbs around the frame. A soft plush sofa is propped against the wall, accented with little decorative cushions and blankets, and there’s an armchair on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart around the padded acoustic wall panels on the walls and the ceilings. Wooyoung is the last one to walk in behind you, lazily locking the door behind him, ensuring complete privacy.

Wooyung couldn’t help but mentally give kudos to Seonghwa: He chose the perfect room to get as loud as they pleased.

The two sources of light in this room are the overhead light that illuminates this soundproofed green room and the vanity lights. It’s dead silent, and the atmosphere is so tense. Knives would have a field day slicing this thick tension.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Seonghwa broke the silence. “Who was that guy in the crowd?” There's a dangerous undertone in his voice. You swallow nervously, his hands tightening their grip on your biceps. Your hands curled into fists, your arms tensing up slightly.  “O-Oh you know. Gotta play my part with our fans.” You stammer out a reply, a little smile forming on your face. Wooyung growls, and his arms fully wrap around your waist, yanking you back against his chest. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his soft plush lips begin sucking gently on your exposed neck. His cold lip ring piercing makes your skin tingle slightly. Wooyoung couldn't care less if you were going to complain about the marks. Right now, he’s fucking fuming. “We know we agreed to keep this private, but you’re really, really testing us.” Woo hissed out, sinking his teeth into your neck. You cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, letting out soft whimpers as Wooyoung lazily licks over the new-forming bruise. A smirk forms on his face, he loves hearing your pathetic noises so much.

Seonghwa, who was not amused with your response, lets go of your biceps, only to immediately grip your chin. He forces you to look up at him, the intent of his jealousy shining so obviously in his eyes. “You don’t have to get that into it.” Seonghwa snarls. 

You couldn’t help but shudder; Seeing Seonghwa this pissed was so fucking sexy. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. “You get on stage… and it's like your pretty head immediately forgets who you belong to.” He leans in, and his lips are pressed to yours in a rough kiss. You softly moan in response, your hands gently gripping Hwa’s forearms, feeling the soft polyester material beneath your fingertips.

Hwa’s kiss is rough, needy, and demanding. His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, only soothing it better as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongue playing with the metal ball of his tongue piercing sets his body ablaze. This is exactly what Hwa wants. This simple act soothes his frayed, jealous nerves.

Watching your kiss with Hwa, Wooyoung’s hands, which were littered with silver and black colored rings, began to trace and dance around your body. “You really need a reminder of who you belong to.” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, a big grin forming on his face. You let out another moan between Hwa’s soft lips as Wooyoung’s hands snuck underneath your tank top, his hands cupping your breasts through your thin bralette.

You shudder and twitch ever so slightly under his grasp. Wooyoung’s fingers begin to tease at your nipples, nibbling gently at your earlobe. “Look at how responsive she is for Mommy and Noona… She’s just begging to be put in her place, isn’t she?” Woo purrs, his hands pulling your tank shirt up just enough so it rested above your chest. With swift fingers, Seonghwa works to unbuckle your bralette, also raising it above your chest.

Gasping for air, you broke the kiss, moaning as Wooyoung toyed with your nipples, tugging and pulling until they were stiff peaks. “Isn’t that right, baby? Are you so needy for Mommy and Noona?” Seonghwa couldn’t help but croon, his long, deft fingers reaching for the hem of your low-rise jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly and deftly.

“Y-Yes…” You whimpered in response, and Wooyoung pinched your nipples, causing you to whine slightly and arch involuntarily against his back. “Nuh-uh, slut. Who are we to you?” His tone is almost mocking, snickering slightly as your face flushes red. Wooyoung loved teasing you, he loves seeing how flustered you get because of him. “M-Mommy and Noona…” You finally stammer out as Seonghwa pulls down your pants, revealing your black lace underwear. “Such a good baby…”

“Let Mommy tell you what she has in store for her naughty baby, okay?” Seonghwa purrs, his eyes staring right up at you, waiting expectantly for you to respond. So, reluctantly, you swallow and nod. “Y-Yes, Mommy…” You responded, and Seonghwa hummed with delight.

Wooyoung’s hands finally stop toying with your breasts, his fingers gently trailing down your abdomen. His touch is feather light, and he can feel the way your body prickle with goosebumps. Wooyoung smiles to himself, enjoying the way you’re just so responsive to him.

“You see, you’ve been a very naughty baby. Looking at your fans, while you know full well you belong to us....” Seonghwa has a smirk on his face, relishing in how much dominance he currently has over you. “Such a bad, little pet...”

You let out a soft yelp as Wooyoung’s hand makes direct contact with your ass, gently squeezing to soothe it better afterwards. “You’re so naughty, little pet. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to rile up your Noona and Mommy.” Woo growls, nipping your ear again. As much as he likes the chase of it, sometimes you did like to push it too far. “I-I wasn’t doing this on purpose, Noona.” You squeaked softly, and Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I know your game better than you do.” He bit your earlobe again, and he growled once more in your ear.

“We will not gonna go easy on you, either. Since you want to be such a little brat, you need to be punished accordingly.” Wooyoung giggles with glee as Seonghwa gently forces your legs open further.

Hwa felt his blood go utterly cold as he sees the sight of the small, ruby bejeweled buttplug that was inside of your ass. Oh, you’re such a little brat. ”I can see you had some… plans after the show that we were not aware of.” He murmured, although there was nothing light about his tone of voice. His long fingers gently reach to it, slightly teasing by tugging on it, and pushing it back in place. You let out a soft noise, with Hwa tsking lightly in disapproval. “You’re claiming you weren’t doing this on purpose, and yet here you are, your ass ready to be whored out.”

You let out a strangled moan as Wooyoung suddenly plunges two fingers knuckles deep inside your pussy. His fingers rub that special spot that makes you see stars, your legs trembling and threatening to buckle from the pleasure.

“You need a lot of reminders, it seems.” Seonghwa spat, watching with great interest as your sweet juices spill all on Wooyoung’s fingers, enjoying the sound of your noises spilling from your lips.

“N-Noona, please...” You found yourself softly begging, and a whine rips from your throat as Wooyung pulls his fingers out of your leaky cunt, tsking slightly. “No. You’re not in control here.”

Wooyoung then lets go of you, his hand to his lips, licking up your sweet juices off his fingers. “Now, sit down and relax, pet.” He crooned, although there was nothing light-hearted about his tone.

 You comply, and with your face now a soft pink color, you carefully make your way to the soft plush couch, taking a seat as requested.

Your eyes widened, and your face burned with embarrassment as Wooyoung handed you a microphone. That’s your microphone, the recognizable sleek, matted navy blue color unique only to you. The one that you used to perform the show today. And then Woo tosses a condom on your lap, and it’s like your brain is melting into goo.

Seonghwa was rather surprised by Wooyoung’s little plan, but he had no qualms about it. “Go on, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, his arms crossed. Your eyes accidentally land on his tent in his jeans, and you swallow a bit of drool that formed in your mouth. 

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” Carefully, you brought the condom to your teeth, tearing off the wrapper with precise ease. Pulling the condom itself out of the wrapper, you took a shuddered breath, hesitating for just a moment. You knew what you had to do, but it still felt a bit embarrassing. You looked back up at Wooyoung, who was already shamelessly jerking himself off. “Come on, pet. You wanted to be naughty, this is your punishment.” Wooyoung sneers, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly pumping himself. The ladder piercings that trailed up his shaft were in full view, and you drool just a little bit.

With a soft, shaky breath, you took the condom and effortlessly rolled it onto the base of the microphone. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Hwa or Woo. It felt way too embarrassing, your face was bright red. But at the same time, it all makes you feel like your core is spiraling, your pussy throbbing with need. This was so fucking hot, for all the wrong, filthy reasons.

“Now, why don’t you give us a show? Go ahead, Love.” Seonghwa smirks, slowly unzipping his jeans to finally release his throbbing cock from its confines. There was no need to explain what he had wanted. 

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” You stammer out, slowly pulling down your black underwear off your body. Trails of your sticky arousal clung to your thighs, your face burning more with shame. Carefully, you spread your legs, the view of your throbbing cunt in full display for Hwa and Wooyoung. “Oh fuck, look at you. You’re such a little horny slut for us, aren't you?” Woo sneers, his thumb rubbing over his red, sensitive tip, smearing precum all over. 

You softly bit your lower lip and tried to look down and focus on the mic between your legs instead of them. You can’t bring yourself to look at their intense stares anymore. It feels like you just might explode.

Soenghwa watches with keen interest as you carefully brought the microphone to your folds, letting out a soft moan as you rubbed the blunt tip against your clit. “Good girl. Keep going.” Hwa nods, his cock twitching with interest. But he doesn’t touch himself, wanting to watch you instead, just to make you feel more shame.

“Oh fuck, that’s sooo hot.” Wooyoung moans out, his hand still pumping the tip of his cock, his eyes glued on the scene before him. With a sly grin, his free hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. You can immediately recognize it as his spare: The one he uses to record you.

“Come on, Sweetie. Fuck yourself with your mic already.” Wooyoung whines out in annoyance, positioning the phone so it had the perfect recording view of you, capturing everything.

“N-Noona…” You couldn’t help but slightly whine, but deep down, you knew better than to piss them off further. They can and will leave you alone, not touching you for the rest of the night. You could already imagine Wooyoung’s shit eating grin and Seonghwa’s sadsitic smirk as they leave you be…

You softly bit your lower lip, and you let out a shuddered moan as you slip the microphone inside your leaky cunt, your walls clamping eagerly around the handle. Your face burns even redder in pure shame, your eyes shut and your eyebrows slightly furrowed. You couldn’t deny that there was something about this filthy, explicit scenario... It’s turning you on even further.

“N-Noona..!” You moan as you slowly begin to thrust the mic inside you, the end hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your juices leak and spill out, coating the condom covered mic and Wooyoung couldn’t help but let out a moan too in response. His heavy cock leaks more and more of his precum onto his hand. Woo’s hand grips the camera tighter, trembling to keep it steady and focused on you. He’s pumping himself faster, hoping to finally catch that peak himself.  He tossed his head back, biting his bottom so hard crimson blood oozed out steadily.

Suddenly, Wooyoung’s eyes snap open as Hwa’s hand grips his wrist, forcing him to come to a halt. The pleasure that had been building up in his spine disappears almost immediately, causing a loud needy, whiny “What the fuck?” to leave his lips.

“Noona needs to be patient.” Hwa clicks his tongue, and Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” Wooyoung grumbles, reluctantly pulling his hand away him his throbbing cock, that was twitching and jolting from unresolved frustration. His attention is brought back to you, and he zooms in a little bit on the show, grinning excessively. 

Your moans are getting louder and more whiny, adjusting the position of your hand to fully thrust the mic inside you. You tossed your head back against the couch, the noises leaving your lips being borderline pornographic. “Look at us, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, and you moved your head to look back at him, eyes opened with little tears of pure bliss forming. “Look at us as you fuck yourself stupid with your microphone.”

More of your juices spilled and coated the condom-covered mic, and you could only sheepishly nod, eyes locked on Wooyoung and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa has a taunting smile on his face, finding this whole scene erotic. The bulge in his jeans was proof of his enjoyment. Wooyoung is still recording, having a shit-eating grin. “Awh, look at Little Miss Rockstar here…” Woo taunts, and he makes his way to you. He holds the camera up higher, flipping the camera so it was recording ont he front camera. Woo grins, moving his face and the camera just enough so it caught his face, and the mic buried in your cunt in the same frame. He stuck his tongue out in a playful manner.

“Such a dirty dirty little whore, using her mic to get off after such a long show…” He laughs. “How do you think Unnie would feel about this, seeing you use your mic for such a dirty thing?” Wooyoung has a shit-eating grin, and he suddenly grips your wrist, forcing you to halt your movements. You let out a whimper, the buildup of an orgasm that was forming in your abdomen had disappeared once again, leaving you with a growing sense of sexual frustration. ” See this, Unnie?” Wooyoung taunts, his grin wide and devilish. His hand lets go of your wrist, reaching and pulling the mic out of your leaky pussy. You let out a shuddered sigh as he pulls it out, feeling a sense of emptiness now. “You better hurry here, or else you won’t get a taste.”

A loud moan spills from your lips as Wooyoung’s tongue presses suddenly against your clit, giivng long laps and strides like he was a starving man. The hand holding the camera trembles as it tries to focus in on the lewd sight of Woo eating you out, your moans filling the room. He softly moans between your pussy, humping the couch so slightly to get any form of relief on his aching cock.

Seonghwa bit his lip softly at the erotic scene before him, and he finally begins to palm him aching cock through his jeans.

“N-Noona, fuck!” You cried out, your hand gripping his long dark locks of hair as he greedily eats you out, the metal ball of his tongue piercing playing with your clit with each flick. At some point, Woo hits end on the recording, and tosses the phone on the couch. “You’re so loud and wet for Noona. You like being humiliated like this, don’t you?” Seonghwa softly croons, a smirk on his face. 

You can’t help but let out a whimper, as Wooyoung pulls away from your cunt, your juices glistening on his lips and piercing. The build up had once again been torn from you, and you had tears streaming down your face at this point. “N-Noona, Mommy, please, I-I can’t……” You cried out pathetically. Wooyoung tsks, shaking his head. “Nope, don’t try to play innocent now. You were the one being bad, this is just your punishment.” He brought his hand to his lips, wiping away the remainder of your arousal off his hand.

“Noona is correct. Bad pets don’t get to cum.” Seonghwa nods before making his way to you, his hand gently cradling your face. His thumbs gently wipe away your frustrated tears, and he makes a pout, patronizing you further. “Awh, is my Dove frustrated?” He croons, before his free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping himself slow and steady. “Well, too bad, baby. Open wide.” Seonghwa commands, and you sheepishly comply, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl. Just stay like that for your Mommy and Noona.” Hwa nods in approval. He positions his cock as he pumps himself, having a direct target right on your tongue and lips. 

Wooyoung rose ot his feet, his hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off fast and quick. His cock also aimed right at you. This was humiliating. Your jaw is slightly burning, staying in this position as they jerk themselves off. The way they’re also staring you down like they’re taunting you further…

Wooyoung’s moans get loud and whiny, his hand moving quickly on his shaft. The pleasure builds up again in his spine. He couldn’t care less who could hear him. The sight of you with your tongue out, waiting for his cum was driving him further and further to the edge.

Hwa has soft, pretty moans spilling from his lips, his hand paying special attention to his sensitive tip. He tosses his head back in pure bliss, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slightly with each moan. 

The first to cum was Wooyoung. He lets out a high-pitched whiny moan as he came, streams of his cum shooting and landing on your tongue and lips. You slightly jolt but recover quickly, letting him cum in your mouth as he so pleased. Some of it lands on your cheek, adding more ot this humiliation.

Seonghwa came not soon after, his cum also shooting on your tongue, a few spurts on your plush lips. The mixed taste of their cum fills up your senses, and for a moment, you close your mouth, getting ready to swallow.

But then-

“Do not swallow. Kiss Noona.” Seonghwa commands. Wooyoung looks rather surprised by this, but he does not hesitate for even a second.

He leans down, and his lips are eagerly pressed to yours in a passionate, needy kiss. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer. His teeth gently nibble at your lower lip, and you let him slip his tongue inside, the mixture of Hwa’s and Woo’s cum now mixing with yours and Woo’s spit.

Wooyoung pulls away, a trail of spit connecting yours and his lips. Woo grins, and carefully, he stuck his tongue out to reveal the sticky pearlescent mixture of cum and spit he snuck from your mouth, the ball tongue piercing glossy in its essence.

Wooyoung rose to his feet and let out a shivered moan as Seonghwa pressed his lips against his. Your eyes widen at the sight, the heat pooling between your legs getting even hotter and hotter. More of your juices spill out in response, feeling waves and waves of arousal coursing through your body. Seonghwa grips Woo’s bicep, his head tilted to gain better access into Wooyoung’s mouth. Woowoung moans even more, and you can see a glimpse of their tongues playing, exchanging the cum between their mouths.

Seonghwa pulls away from Woo, who is softly gasping for air. His cock was  twitching and rock solid at such an unexpected encounter, but he would not be one to complain one bit.  You didn’t miss the way Hwa’s also begun to harden, his cock jolting slightly. You softly swallowed, as Hwa turns his attention to you, leaning down so his head was right close to yours

“Open.” Seonghwa croons, and you comply, once again sticking your tongue out. There’s still the milky evidence of their cum in your mouth, and you waited, fully expecting his lips to come in contact with yours.

But Hwa had other plans..

Instead, he sticks his tongue out and spits the mixture of cum and spit on your tongue. Your tongue jolts again, and Seonghwa forces your mouth shut. “Now you may swallow, Dove.” He taunts, his words having a slight sadistic edge to them. Their cum mixed in with Woo’s, Hwa’s, and your spit created an interesting texture, one that, you admit,  is looking forward to doing again. You slowly swallowed all of it, and Seonghwa smirked. “Good girl.” He croons, and he finally begins tugging off his clothes, one by one. He slips the top off with ease, the little studded jewelry on his nipples and belly button catching the light and shining so brightly. You found yourself staring at his ethereal beauty.

Being the jealous, needy Noona he was, Wooyoung couldn’t help but slightly whine, as you was giving Seonghwa all of your attention at the moment. He pulls you by your wrist, forcing you to rise to your feet, and his lips are then pressed against yours. Needy, desperate, everything. 

You moaned softly, his teeth biting at your lower lip until it was swollen and raw. He slips his tongue inside, and your can feel the cool metal ball of his piercing playing and toying with your tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you and him from the passionate kiss. Eagerly, he pulls off his jacket, revealing his toned arms and shoulders. 

“Sit on my face.” Wooyoung barks, leaving no room for argument. He lies down on the plush couch, propping one of the decorative pillows under his head for support. His long black hair spreads slightly behind him, and  he looks up at me with expecting eyes. “Cmon. Noona wants a taste.”

You blush and comply, carefully straddling his chest, and moving upwards until your hips were hovering right over his face. Your knees waere planted right next to his head. He tsks and does a little spinning motion with his finger. “Face the other way.”

Oh 

Oh. 

You got off him  for just a moment, turning 180 degrees, and carefully hovering again over his face. You could see the vanity mirror now, which was highlighting the erotic display now. Hwa smirks as your face flushes at the realization,  with a soft hum. He’s pulled off all of his clothing, his cock hard and twitching. Wooyoung’s cock was in full display, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he wants you to do.

“Good girl…” Wooyoung coos, his hands gently pushing down on your  back so your chest was pressed against his abdomen, your face head to head with his cock. His cock jolts slightly, some of his salty precum oozing against your cheek. His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving marks anywhere he so pleased. Your legs trembled and ached at each bite against both sides of his face.

Carefully wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, Wooyoung lets out a shuddered moan, his hands gently gripping and kneading the soft cushion of your ass. “Fuck, just like that, for Noona..” He moans, and he begins to feast on your pussy, short impatient strokes of his tongue against your throbbing pussy.

You moan, your hands trembling as you tried focusing on pumping Wooyoung’s cock, his feral strides making it difficult to do so. Your  lips carefully wrapped around the tip of his cock, feeling his cock jolt and twitch under your lips. Wooyoung is going feral, his tongue licking over your clit and folds like he’s a dying, starving man.

Your mind is spinning with all the pleasure on your aching cunt, your moans vibrating on Woo’s cock. You slowly lowered your head further, your tongue pressed against his shaft. Your hands moved to grip into Wooyoung’s thighs, your nails lightly digging into his jeans.

“Aren’t you such a good little thing for Noona and Mommy?” Seonghwa croons softly before walking towards you. The tip presses against your face, smearing some of his precum on your reddened cheek. “Don’t forget Mommy’s cock, love” He says in a singsong tone. You took your hand and wrapped it around the base of Hwa’s cock. He sighs as you tighten just enough for him, and he moves his hips as he fucks your fist. He collects some of his spit and spits on yout hand, lubricating himself with each thrusts. Each time he thrusts, the tip of his cock hits your face, more of his messy precum spilling on your cheek. 

The door to the practice room suddenly opens, and you gag in pure shock. Your eyes accidentally locked in on San, standing in the doorway.

He is standing there, looking down at you with a surprised expression. It shifts over to a mischievous grin. He already has his jacket off, just wearing that tank top that shows off his large, muscular arms and shoulders. His cock is straining against his jeans. 

“Noona sent me your show earlier.” San muses, slowly pulling his shirt off his body. His toned body was now in full display, with the belly button piercing he always hid now glimmering slightly and catching the light. “I’m a bit sad, Angel. You started having fun without your Unnie.” San has a little pout, his hand gently caressing the top of your head, and you whimper, your mouth still full of Wooyoung’s thick cock. “About time, Unnie. We thought you would miss using our little toy.” Seonghwa smirks, his pace not stopping one bit as he fucks your fist. San chuckles, his eyes gleaming with something. “No worries. Better late than never, right?”

Carefully, he walked over to your lower side, biting his lip as he watches Wooyung devour your pussy, the buttplug still inside of you. “Oh fuck. That’s so hot.” He moans.

Your moans are muffled as Woo plants his feet on the couch, and begins thrusting his hips upwards, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Wooyoung is still going crazy on your pussy, his tongue lapping all of the mess, his tongue thrusting inside your hole. “Sho good.” Wooyoung moans between your lips, completely lost in the pleasure. Having your sweet lips on his cock was amazing, but also tasting you come undone on his tongue was driving him mad.

San’s big hands gently grip your asscheeks, spreading them apart just a bit more to watch Wooyoung devour your pussy. “Oh, look at you. So wet and so perfect.” San coos gently, his hands caressing and kneading the soft flesh.

You couldn’t even respond if your had wanted to, little tears form in your eyes as Wooyoung face fucks you, Seonghwa has gripped your hair in a makeshift pony-tail, keeping your head steady. He’s still fucking your fist. A pornographic moan spills form his lips, the sight of Wooyoung’s cock buried in your mouth, the tears in your eyes, your hand wrapped around his own cock was becoming too much for Hwa to handle.

A muffled moan escapes your lips as San gently hooks his fingers underneath the ruby jewel buttplug base, leaning down to leave a bite on your buttcheek. “Look at you. Did you pick this one just for Unnie?” San purrs softly between your skin, and with a simple, gentle, and careful motion, he gently pulls on the plug. Your ass eagerly opens up, releasing the plug without any resistance. San pulls the plug out and tosses it somewhere on a towel.

“Don’t let her trick you.” Hwa lets out a shuddered moan. “She had other plans we were not aware of.” He smirks slightly, as your eyes widen at his words.

You tried to protest, and  San lets out a soft velvety laugh. “Is that so? Well…” His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, San begins to pump himself slowly as his tongue makes its way… to your second hole. “Could he do this as good as us?”

Muffled moans leave your lips again as San greedily eats your ass out, his spit dropping and collecting over Wooyoung’s tongue, who was at this point, pussydrunk. He was tonguefucking you at this poiint, the metal ball of his piercing running up and down your velvety walls and making you lose your mind further. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, a powerful orgasm washing through you. You juices had spilled out and made a mess all over his face, as Wooyoung wanted so badly.

Wooyoung’s own moans are muffled between your lips. The room is filled with the soft shallow breaths of San and Seonghwa, their noises getting louder and needier.

Wooyoung’s thrusts became erratic, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a whiny cry leaves his lips as he reaches his peak, cumming streams and streams of cum inisde your mouth. You gagged slightly, tears forming in your eyes as his cock hits the back of your mouth, his cum slightly leaking out from the corners of your lips.

San lets out a gutteral moan, moving his tongue away from your hole as he pumps his cock like a madman. He tosses his head back, and he spills his cum right on your pussy. Wooyoung greedily eats up the mixture of your juices and San’s cum, making him moan in response. “Fuck, Noona…”

Seonghwa lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, lookign down at you as he cums. Streams of his cum land all on your face, and you shut one eye as his cum lands on your nose, forehead, and some on your cheeks and lips.

Swallowing Wooyoung’s cum, you slightly cough as Seonghwa finally lets go of your hair, pulling yourself off Wooyoung’s softening cock. It feels like every nerve in your body has been lit on fire, yet you insatiable need grows deeper.

“God, isn’t she just a good pet?” Wooyoung laughs, finally pulling his tongue away from your pussy. He reaches his hand and rubs your pussy slowly, before giving a slight slap. You let out a yelp and your face is burning a bit red. There were little beads of sweat on your body and forehead, and you’re softly panting.

“Come on, Pet..” Wooyoung pats your back, and you take the hint, getting off his body. Woo slithers out from behind you,  whistling for San to follow. San obeys, leaving with Woyougn towards a backpack int he corner.

Seonghwa pushes you onto the couch gently, licking his bottom lip gently.His fingers gently scooped up the cum that had landed on your face. Seonghwa brings his fingers to your lips. “Lick my fingers clean.” He commands, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes, Mommy.” You slowly stuck your tongue out, and you gently took his fingers in your mouth, sucking and licking up the cum. He pulls his fingers out to scoop up some more and brings it to you again. You suck them clean again, gazing up at Hwa with faux-innocence in your eyes. Hwa lets out a moan, biting his lip soft. “Oh fuck, look at you. Just the perfect little toy for us.”

He pulls his fingers out, and he immediately dips to his knees, his hands gripping your soft, trembling thighs. You tried to squirm ever so slightly, but Hwa’s grip is firm, his eyes looking up at you. “Won’t you let Mommy have a turn?” He hums, and a smirk forms on his face when you shyly nod.

“What a good girl…” He spreads your legs wide, and immediately buries his face into your pussy. You let out a strangled moan, your back arched against the couch. “M-Mommy!” You cry out. Seonghwa moans between your pussy, your taste sending him to another plane.

“My beautiful girl…” Hwa’s tongue lap over your sensitive clit, giving long strides. Your hands reach and gently grab his hair, more moans spill form your lips.

“M-Mommy… m-mommy..” Your eyes water as the overstimulation sets in, your hips bucking and jolting. He hums, and he buries his tongue inside your pussy. His nose is pressed right against your clit, and his hands move to your hips, guiding you to shamelessly ride his face.

The sound of a click caught your attention, and you looked up, eyes widiening. 

Wooyoung is holding a camera, and San is adjusting the height of a tri-pod stand to be at the perfect angle to catch everything. Wooyoung sets the camera on the stand, his other hand wrapped around his cock..

“I hope you don’t mind if your Noona and Unnie record a special video, don’t you?” Wooyoung sneers slightly, a shiteating grin on his face.

Seonghwa pulls away from your pussy, shushing you softly as you whined once more, the orgasm ripped away from you again. “Don’t worry, my sweet Dove.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, before rising to his feet.

Once the camera was positioned and ready, Wooyoung gave a hungry stare, signaling to me he was ready to devour me.

“Is it ready?” San asks, hands twitching with excitement and anxiety. Wooyoung adjusts the camera one last time, stepping back and nodding. “Yep. It’s ready to go.”

Your face burns a bit red seeing the camera, meant to capture everything.

Wooyoung immediately shimmied out of his pants and boxers, his eyes locked right on you, a feral grin on his face. Seonghwa tsks in disapprovement, crossing his arms. “No, Noona. You have to wait your turn.”

“What?” Wooyoung stops for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. San perks up for a moment, taking the change to step forward. Seonghwa shook his head. “You too, Unnie.”  Wooyoung couldn’t help but whine, and even San had a bit of a pout, but ultimately, Mommy had the last say in this relationship. San and Wooyoung begrudgingly took their respective seats, sitting on either side of the camera recording.

“Now, my sweet Dove.” Seonghwa looks down at me, a smirk on his face.

You eagerly got in position, lying on the couch, your head on one of the soft pillows for support. His body hovers over yours, his fingers gently tracing and leaving fire in its wake. Seonghwa’s hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart to make space for his hips. Your legs in response wrapped around his hips. Once secured, he moves to cup your face, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. It was such a tender sweet moment, your arms wrapping around Hwa’s neck. His kiss was sweet, romantic, it made your tummy flutter. He gently pulls away, his eyes looking down at you with so much affection. Hwa then looks to the camera recording with a devious grin. And then-

You let out a strangled moan as Seonghwa suddenly buries his thick cock inside your pussy, your head tilted back against the pillow. It feels so fucking good, your head is spinning from all of the pleasure. Hwa lets out a moan,  trying to cling onto the thread of self restraint, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel so fucking perfect, your pussy wrapped around his cock. He begins to thrust his hips sharply, his cock dragging against your velvety walls, and against your G-spot with each thrust.

Your tits bounce with each thrust, moaning and whining out as Seonghwa thrusts into you relentlessly, the camera catching every slutty noise that you and Hwa make. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust.

“Look at me, Dove.” Seonghwa commands, one of his hands letting go of yoru face to grip the armrest of the sofa. His hand still on your face grab you by your cheek harshly. You moan, tears forming in your eyes as you gaze up at him. Hwa’s gaze is powerful and dominant. 

“You’re such a good pet. I could fuck you and use you all night, if I could.” He moans out, his cock plunging in deeper inside you. “M-Mommy, feels so good, Mommy...” You babble incoherently, and Seonghwa gently cradles half of your face as he thrusts with vigor. Your arms unwrap around Hwa’s neck, your nail accidentally digging into Hwa’s shoulder. He moans with delight, enjoying the sting of your nails on his skin. “Good girl. Keep scratching like that.” 

A soft whiny moan accidentally escapes Wooyoung’s lips, and Seonghwa turns his head to see Wooyoung was gently rubbing the tip of his cock, trying to get a little bit of pleasure. San was biting his lip so hard it was about to bleed, but he wasn’t touching himself. His hands are in fists, resting on his thighs, straining so hard his knuckles are turning white.

Seonghwa tsks at Wooyoung, who stops his motions with a slight whine.

“Noona doesn’t seem to understand that she needs to wait her turn,” Hwa mutters, making direct eye contact with Woo. He squirmed in his seat, clearly hating the fact he was called out. “She will be forced to wait last.” He purrs in your ear, but you’re too cockdrunk to process exactly what he said.

Your hands claw at Hwa’s back desperately, your eyes watering as a bubble forms in your abdomen, the intensity rising with each thrust. “M-Mommy, wanna cum, wanna cum so badly-” You cry out, as Seonghwa returns his gaze to you, the hand on your face moving down to your clit. His fingers gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, and you let out another strangled cry. “Cum for Mommy. Show her just how much you love being her cocksleeve.” He purrs, leaning in and burying his face to your neck, sucking gently and leaving a bright red hickey. He then began peppering kisses all over, his subtle lipstick that he had worn for the show being left on your skin.

“M-Mommy!” You cry out, back arching against the couch, chest pressed against his, as the bubble in your lower abdomen pops, and an explosive orgasm washes over your body, making your brain go utterly white in pure pleasure.

Your walls eagerly clamp and suck his cock in deeper with rhythmic clenches, and Seonghwa’s thrusts get quicker, sloppier, grinding more and more of that sweet pleasure. He pulls himself away from your neck, which is littered with his hickies and kiss marks, and he tosses his head back, letting out the prettiest moan I’ve ever heard. The pleasure that had been forming in the base of his spine has finally tipped over, and with a moan, he cums deep inside, each thurst aimed only to milk more and more of his milky white seed out of him.

This was always Hwa’s favorite sensation. He could never get used to this.

He nearly collapses on top of you, his breathing labored, his arms the only thing holding him up.

Your breathing is also ragged, trying desperately to catch your mind again from such an explosive orgasm. You hadn’t even processed that Seonghwa had pulled out his softening cock, placing a sweet gentle kiss on your lips. Standing to his feet again, he looks down at you, having a bit of a tender, sweet smile. “You did so, so good for your Mommy. Now, it’s time to be good for your Unnie, yes?” He looks over at San. Wooyoung was slouched back against his chair, grumbling something. San perks up, and almost immediately gets up, his eyes gleaming with delight. Finally, his patience will be rewarded! 

He carefully made his way to you, with his thick throbbing cock in full view. Once he was close enough, he leans in, and his big grabby hands were all over your body, squeezing and caressing every curve he could get his hands on.  His hands snake behind you, and he kneads the soft flesh of your butt. San lets out a gutteral moan. He absolutely loves your thick booty, and he swore that just being able to squeeze it could make him cum on the spot. His lips pressed against yours, softly nibbling and biting on your sore, raw bottom lip.

Your body was still trembling and shaking from the pleasure. Your arms found their way wrapped around San’s neck. He lets out a moan between your lips, and his cock begun to grind against your wet folds, letting your juices and Hwa’s cum coat him for preparation.

“You’re so perfect for Unnie.” San moans, his tongue slipping between your lips to play with yours, exploring every crevice he could find. 

“U-Unnie…” You couldn’t help but softly moan, the tip of his cock rubbing against your overly sensitive clit was making your head spin, your body stumbling down the thin thread of overstimulation.

“Let Unnie take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you.” He whispers between your lips, and he breaks the kiss. His big, strong hands gripped your hips, using his strength to manhandle you as he pleases. In an instant, you’re lying on the couch tummy down, your ass up in the air, right up against his cock.

San shuddered softly, taking just a moment to appreciate the sight. His hands immediately grip your butt, squeezing with delight. “Oh look at you..” San moans, his cock twitching, wanting nothing more than to just fuck you senseless already. Your back is arched and he pressed his chest flush against your back. One of his arms is wrapped right around your waist, and the other is right under your head, giving a cushion to rest your head on. You rest your cheek on his large forearm, San gently nuzzling his face to the back of your neck, kissing the skin tenderly.

“Fuck, you’re so good for Unnie. All of this… I love every bit of you, my Angel.” His grip around your waist tightens, letting out a gutteral moan as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy. A moan slips from your lips as his pace is deep and steady, each contact of his hips makes your butt jiggle with recoil. San softly groans in your ear, biting his lip so hard he might accidentally break skin again.

He’s losing his mind. San furrows his eyebrows, trying to focus on his pace. He wants to savor this, he wants to enjoy the feeling of being sheathed inside you, but he can’t. “Your sweet pussy… It’s making Unnie lose her mind…” San chuckles pathetically.

“U-Unnie!” You moan out as San finally begins to pick up his pace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Each thrust plows deeper inside you, hitting a spot that you swore made you see stars in your eyelids. “F-Fuck, Love.” San moans. “You’re so good for me.”

Through dewy dazed eyes, you could look to your side to see Wooyoung was on his knees, tears formed in his eyes as his lips were wrapped around Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa lets out a soft hum, his hand gripping Wooyoung’s dark locks of hair. Slowly pulling Woo off, there was a trail of spit that was connecting Woo’s mouth to Hwa’s tip. Hwa lets go of his hair, caressing his head in a patronizing manner. “Noona needs to be better behaved.” Hwa softly mused, with Woo squirming slightly, a soft whine spilling from his lips.

“Does that turn on Angel?” San moans, his cock still driving like crazy deep inside you. “Y-Yes, Unnie.” You managed to moan as San gripped your hips and began to manhandle you once more. He makes you arch your back further, your butt even higher in the air. This new angle let San drive himself deeper inside youe wet cunt, hitting all your sensitive spots easily with his big fat tip.

“Unnie… U-Unniee…” You let out a cry, a little bit of drool escaping the corners of your mouth, accidentally spilling onto San’s forearm. “Awh, my Angel loves Unnie’s cock so much. She’s losing her mind…” San gently places a deep kiss against your cheek, his hips moving faster, signaling his peak is near.

Your hands reach up to San’s big arm, weakly clutching onto it for any means of support.

His hand on your hip lets go, and his gently run down your abdomen. Finding your clit, your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a strangled cry. “T-Too much, Unnie!-” The gentle rubbing of your overstimulated clit was making your head spin, and lighting your nerves on fire. His thrusts mixed in with this slightly painful pleasure was too much to handle, and you bit down on his forearm, another powerful orgasm washing over your body. Your nails dug into his arms, making San moan so prettily in your ear.

San couldn’t help but groan as you bit and scratched his arm. San loves the way your spasming walls milk him for all he’s worth, and with another moan, his cum spills deep inside, mixing in with Hwa’s cum from before. In a pleasure-filled haze, it barely dawns on you exactly how messy this had become.

San’s breathing is ragged; each little breath and whimper is right up against your ear to hear, his hand gently caressing and soothing your tummy. He mutters sweet praise in your ear. Even as much as San loves fucking you senseless, he loves the sweet tenderness after. He hopes, deep down, that you knew exactly how much he loves you.  

“She’s so good for her Unnie, too.” Seonghwa breaks the tender silence, and San reluctantly lets go, pulling his cock out of your sweet wet pussy, still rock hard, however. He uses his strength one last time to roll me on your back, gently caressing your face with a lovely smile before getting up.

“M-Mommy, please?” Wooyoung then begs, biting his lip as he sits anxiously on the chair. Seonghwa raised his eyebrow, the left one with two studded piercings, looking down at Wooyoung. “I’ll be good for the rest of the night, please?” His eyes are big and pleading, like puppy-dog eyes. For a moment, you almost didn’t recognize this sweet, docile Wooyoung.

“Well, only because you begged so nicely.” Seonghwa croons slightly, and Wooyoung perks up, almost immediately making his way to you.  Almost instantly, you are met with a dominant, needy kiss, his tongue immediately slipping in your mouth. His hands immediately reach for your breasts, massaging and giving a squeeze, moaning filthily in your mouth. Well, so much for docile Wooyoung.

“Noona’s gonna fuck you so good, she’ll make sure you forget everything except us.” Wooyoung pulls away, the look in his eyes screaming nothing but feral. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he grips your hips, pulling you to his hips. He grips your thighs, spreading them further and immediately positioning himself. He licks his top row of teeth with a grin as your trembling legs spread, and wrapped around his waist. His cock twitches like crazy against your cunt, eager to plunge in.

“Look at me Noona fucks you dumb.” His hand grips the couch, and you moan out as he thrusts his dick inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as each ball of his ladder piercing on his shaft rubs against your velvety walls, the pleasure so intense you’re utterly left speechless. 

His pace is fast and rough, his hips slamming against your hips with each brutal thrust. Wooyoung lets out pornographic noises. Oh god, this was so fucking good.

His cock’s piercings were making your head spin, each rub against your walls made your head go white. All you could do was moan out like a cock-drunk whore. “N-Noona…”You moaned, legs trembling as your entire body began to feel the effects of being overstimulated, wanting to just squirm away from him and his overbearing pace. 

His free hand moves to the smooth column of your neck, and he squeezes. You can feel the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin, and a strangled moan leaves your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hand scramble to grip Wooyoung’s bicep. Wooyoung moans filtihly. He loves watching you come undone like this. The control he has over you makes his cock twitch even more.

His fingers apply pressure at the right spot, which makes little black spots form in your vision. “Noonaa… N-Noona…” You let out a choked cry, and the bubble that had formed in your abdomen without even realizing it exploded. Your orgasm has your head go pure white, your walls clamping desperately around his length, which makes Wooyoung let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. Your nails dug into his bicep, so hard little droplets of blood spilled. Not soon after, his thrusts get borderline-animalistic, pushing his cock deep against your cas he cums. It was a lot, Wooyoung moaning as his hip sslam against yours, aiming to drop all of it inside you. The cum from the past two rounds finally overflow out and spilling out of your spent, well-used hole.

“Oh fuck, look at that.” Wooyoung moans, his hand finally releasing your neck and peppering kisses all over, biting occasionally. You were gasping for air, vision slightly blurry. You whole body was trembling, legs shaking, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Overstimulation has finally set in. Carefully, Wooyoung pulls his cock out, marveling at the sight of all the cum dripping out of your pussy. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot.” He moans in your ear. “You’re such a perfect cumdump.” 

“We have the perfect pet, do we?” Seonghwa hums in agreement, and Wooyoung can’t help but let out a slight grumble, reluctantly letting go of you. He stood up, making space for Seonghwa to take the reigns once more.

Hwa gently walks towards you, pouting slightly at your shivering, used form. “You’re doing so well, baby. Do you think you can do one more round?” Hwa asks, his hand gently reaching out to cup your face. You gazed up at him, eyes dewy with unshed tears. Despite the fact you were extremely overly sensitive and overstimulated…

Hwa smirks as your nod is quick, almost desperately so. “My baby is just a needy whore, drunk on cock, isn’t she?” He purrs, and he takes a seat on the couch, legs spread and his cock in full view. “Come here, my sweet thing.” Hwa croons, and he smirks as you comply, legs trembling as you found yourself situated on his lap, his dick right up against your ass.

“Ride Mommy.” Seonghwa grips your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing the smooth skin. You bit your lip softly and with his help, you slowly lifted your hips, sinking right on his cock. Our moans are in sync, and almost instantly, Seonghwa planted his feet to the tile floor, thrusting up inside me. “Oh, my sweet Dove.” He moans delightfully, loving the way you’re crumbling on top of him.

Moans leave your lips, eyes shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the slight pain from overstimulation and sensitivity.

Suddenly, you  feel a pair of hands push down on your lower back, and your eyes shoot open, Seonghwa’s hands moving from your hips to wrap fully around your body. Your chest is pressed right against his. He halts his pace, his cock still buried deep inside. “Shhh, it’s just Unnie.” Seonghwa hums, his hand rubbing youe back gently.

“Unnie wants a taste.” San’s voice tremble slightly, taking a small bottle of lube, and squirting it on two of his fingers. He has to hand it to himself, he has a lot of patience. That patience is weaning thin.

He grips one of your buttcheeks, revealing your second tight hole, moaning slightly to himself. “Fuck!” He growls, and he smears the lube onto your hole, pushing inside carefully to ensure you were prepped and ready.

“U-Unnie…” You moan, your second hole gently squeezing around his fingers as he gingerly thrusts, San biting his lip as he feels the resistance melting away. His free hand squirts some more of the lube on his cock, pumping himself slowly to ensure he was fully lubriacted. 

Pulling his fingers out of your hole, San grips your buttcheeks again, the thick tip of his cock gently prods at the hole.

“U-Unniee…” You moan out, Seonghwa rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering words of praise as San pushes his thick lubricated cock inside yout tight hole, slowly thrusting. As the resistance slowly fades away, he takes the opportunity to push more of his cock inside, inch by inch.

You let out a strangled cry as Seonghwa began to thrust upwards again, setting a pace opposite of San’s. Each stroke of their cocks against your overly sensitive walls was making your head spin.

“Hey.” Wooyoung’s bark caught your attention, and with dazed eyes, you could barely process that he’s standing in next to you, his cock right against your lips.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but smirk as you obey without a second thought, slipping his cock between your lips. A loud slutty moan leaves his lips, his hand gripping your hair, and he begins to roughly fuck your face, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You can feel the ridges and bumps of his ladder piercings against your tongue, the sensation driving you insane.

The room was full of slutty noises, all of your bandmates moaning as they used your body as they pleased. San grips your ass even tighter, plunging himself deeper inside your tight ass until he was bottoming out. Seonghwa moans as he thrusts upwards, each thrust rubbing against your swollen g-spot, and the tip hitting the back of your pussy and cervix.

Their cocks were moving agaisnt eachother in sync, which makes you, San and Hwa moan together. Both of them could feel the other’s cock thanks to the thin wall seperating your pussy and ass.

Your moans are muffled by Wooyoung’s cock, still facefucking you without any mercy. Wooyoung looks up to the camera with a devious grin on his face.

“Hey, see this?” He moans out, his free hand pointing at you still sucking him off. “This is your sweet little popstar, a slut backstage for her bandmates. Just a toy to be used by her Noona, Unnie, and Mommy.” Wooyoung grins, and his pace somehow got even more forceful, forcing you to deepthroat him with each thrust. Your nose presses against his pelvis, his slight happy trail right up against your nose.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moans muffled as Seonghwa’s and San’s pace got rougher, utterly rearranging your insides. Your orgasm arrived swiftly and messily so, your juices squirted all on Seonghwa’s cock, the mess spilling down your thighs and on his body.

Fuck. Seonghwa wished he could have saw that.

Fuck. San is so grateful he saw that, moaning out at the filthy sight before him.

“Oh fuck, good girl.” Seonghwa moans out, thrusting upward as he shoots his cum deep inside, some of it spilling out and escaping the corners. A milky white ring forms around the base of his cock, each clench of your walls milking hin further. 

San lets out a gutteral moan, spilling his cum deep inside your ass. He shudders, stalling himself insidejust to savor the sensation of your velvety walls clenching around him, milking him dry.

Woo lets out a slutty moan as he tilts his head back, finally dumping all of his cum deep inside your mouth. He stills his hips still deep inside, the cum spilling out of the corners of your mouth. 

Tears of pure bliss were streaming down your face, and Wooyoung’s thumb gently rubs your tears away as you swallow his seed, coughing slightly as he pulls your face off his cock. God, you looked so sexy like that. “Good girl, such a good girl.” Wooyoung’s hand cups the side of your face, rubbing your cheek in a calming manner.

Seonghwa rubs gentle circles on your back, and San grabs your waist, massaging the muscles on your lower back. You gently closed your eyes, resting your head on Hwa’s chest, taking deep breaths, and just savoring the afterglow.

Finally, San slowly pulls his softening cock out of of you, some of his milky white seed spilling from your used ass. Seonghwa lets go of your shivering body, and grips your hips to help you off his cock, the past few rounds accidentally spilling out as a result. San immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You in response raised your arms, andweakly wrapped around him, letting San hold you close as Woo and Hwa began to put their clothes on. You watched as Wooyound slipped on his boxers and jeans, zipping himself up like this had never happened. But of course, you know what happened. Seonghwa puts on his long-sleeved shirt, fixing his chains and jewelry. Wooyoung then begins to tear down the camera. These two had a quite a bit to clean up before leaving on the tour bus.

“How are you holding up?” San interrupts your train of thought, looking down at you. “We weren’t too much, were we?” He whispers , concern etched on his features as he gently peppering kisses on your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his affection.

“I’m fine, promise. I feel exhausted but satisfied,” You reply earnestly, looking up at San with a dazed smile. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting San grip tighten around you.

“That’s good.” San hums slightly, and he gently sets you back down on the couch, Wooyoung half-hazardly tossing San his clothes. Wooyoung gently handed you yours. “Get dressed, (Name). Manager is a bit pissed at us…” Wooyoung rubs the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. 

San stands up to put his clothes on, and he looks down, chuckling slightly as he watches you struggle to put on your clothes, extremely sleepy and sore. He doesn’t blame you. A protective instinct washes over him, and he reaches out to you “Here, let me help you…” He kneels, and he helps you get your bralette and tank top on your body, placed nice and snug.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the mess still leaking out of you, clicking his tongue. “That won’t do… You’ll ruin your pretty panties..” A mischievous grin forms on his face, and his big hand grips your hips, spreading your legs a bit wider. You let out a tiny whimper, as he places his face right next to your swollen wet cunt, the milky essence of what they’ve done earlier in full display.

San looked up into your eyes, waiting silently for a confirmation, and when you gave him a nod, he immediately leaned in, his tongue pressed right against your entrance.

A soft moan spills from your lips as San greedily eats the cum out of your swollen, overstimulated pussy. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut as he devoured your pussy, his spit mixing with your juices making an even bigger mess.

“U-Unnie, can’t… Too much...” You managed to whine out, your hand gently gripping his dark locks of hair. 

Finally, San pulls himself away from your pussy, and immediately pushes his lips to yours, the initial shock allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth.

All of the cum he collected gets pushed over to your mouth, plus the taste of your juices were making your head spins and setting your body aflame.

San pulls away, softly gasping for air, a mischievous kitty-like grin on his face. “The mess is all cleaned up now.”

You swallowed up all the cum, and you slightly roll your eyes, a smile on your face, and a soft giggle leaves your lips.

“Come on, guys. Hongjoong is pissed.” Wooyoung whines, in his hand the microphone, the condom already discarded. He’s twirling your buttplug in his hands, making your face flush. “Woo, put that away!” You whine, burying your hands in your face. He laughs but obeys, slipping it into his pocket.

Hwa has a gentle smile, watching the lighthearted banter between you. Moments like these were always his favorite.

With San’s help, you finally get fully dressed and ready to go. He lifts you in his strong arms, carrying you out of the practice room.

All four of the bandmates make their way deeper backstage, a pissed off Hongjoong waiting for them by the exit.

“You guys need to hurry and get on the bus now,” Hongjoong barks, pointing at the tour bus that was teal blue. It was running and ready to go, the door wide open.

“Sorry! We got a bit caught up with fans.” Hwa replies, his voice as smooth as honey. Hongjoong grumbles something under his breath and walks to the bus. The four follow after, gently walking up the steps inside.

The inside of the tour bus was always cool, the AC always on full blast. It oftentimes smelled like a mixture of lavender and sweat.

There were six seats in the front near the driver’s seat, and the bunk beds were towards the back of the bus, alongside two restrooms and showers. It was rather cozy, a place you all had become very accustomed to. Cramped? Most definitely.

Tonight, however, your bandmates didn’t feel like splitting up and sleeping in the usual bunk beds.

Seonghwa pulls the couch out, creating a bed big enough to harbor all of you. Wooyoung lights up as he sees this, quickly rushing to his cubby to grab his pajamas. “Everyone needs to hurry! I want cuddles!” He barks, immediately rushing into the bathroom for a quick shower and skin care.

A few moments later, Wooyung emerges, his black dark hair damp and messy, wearing just a black tank top and plaid pajama pants. His face was bare and smooth, all of the makeup removed.

Seonghwa chuckles slightly at Wooyoung practically pushing San into one of the empty shower rooms, whining up a storm. “Here, Dove, let me help you.” Legs still sore from before, Seonghwa helped you get into the bathroom, offering you his arm like a gentleman.

The shower water was just hot enough, and you sighed softly, body leaning into Seonghwa’s frame. He looks down at you and hums softly, gently massaging some shampoo into your scalp.

“I love you,” Hwa whispers in your ear, a sweet, tender smile on his face. His fingers gently massage the shampoo in your head, and you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you embrace the soft, tender moment. “I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you or the others.” You confess back. 

He smiles, gently rinsing the shampoo off your hair. Once your hair was rinsed, he gently raked some conditioner into the bottom half of your hair, getting any tangles out.

Seonghwa places a chaste kiss on your cheek, and your can feel his smile beneath your skin. “You and the others… Are truly the light in my life.” He whispered, turning off the shower once all of the soap suds were washed off your bodies. 

With his help,you get out of the shower, and Seonghwa sits you down on the toilet seat, using a blowdryer to help you dry your hair. You couldn’t help but giggle as he brushed out your hair until it is all nice and dry.

After you and Hwa both got dressed, brushed your teeth, and done your skincare, It was finally time for bed. 

“Let’s go.” Seonghwa hums, gently holding you close as we walk out of the bathroom, the light turning off automatically.

Wooyoung was lying on the plush couch bed, his eyes looking up to see you, and he grins. “Come on! It’s bedtime!” He whines, and you can’t help but chuckle, making your way into the bed with him. Almost immediately, Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body.

“Don’t hog her,” San whines slightly, carrying a pile of blankets and pillows in his arms. He unfolds a giant comforter, placing it over your and Woo’s bodies. Woo grins, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Well then, you two better hurry.”

Seonghwa watches with a certain fondness in his eyes, watching San get under the blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist.  San and Woo bicker slightly, causing you to roll your eyes ever so slightly. With his long, deft fingers, Seonghwa turns off the lights in the tour bus, and only the soft glow of the overhead lights in cyan color became the only source of light here.

Carefully, Seonghwa made his way on the bed, snuggling in right behind you, his arms around your waist. San grumbles something about not having space, and Woo whines when San pushes Woo to sneak in between him and you.

After a lot of complaining and shifting, the position has changed to you on your back, Wooyoung hugging you  and resting his head on your chest, semi squishing you. San was to your left, arms wrapped around you, Seonghwa on the right.

The bus finally began to make its move, driving the band back to home town. The tour was finished, and you were all heading home.

A few moment stuff have passed, and Seonghwa and San were already knocked out. San was nuzzling his face into your neck, Seonghwa gently holding your hand in his. Wooyoung, however, was still up, his big eyes looking up at you. It was a bit difficult to keep up this staring contest, your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Hey, (name), I need to tell you something.” He whispers, like he’s afraid to wake up San and Hwa.

“What?” You whispered back, and passing car headlights that shone in the window illuminated his face for just a moment, and you could see his sly grin. “I sent your videos to Mingi.” He responds, his finger trailing along your arm.

Mingi… Mingi was the fifth member, who had to go on hiatus for a broken wrist but has been better since about a few days ago. Your heart clenches at the reminder that your fifth guy has been in so much pain all by himself. At least his wrist is healed now, and Mingi can practice with you guys as soon as you are back home.

“What did he say?” You softly mused, and Wooyoung grinned wider.

“...He said that when you get home, Princess is going to devour you whole.”

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A Kiss Goodnight | Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Fluff for Leon since he's a cutie. I picture RE2 (after Raccoon City) or RE4 Leon in this but you can choose which ever one you like more.

WC: 1.1K

CW: Leon being a sweetheart? Pet names, kisses (duh), angst/fluff. Mentions of Leon's struggles after RC.

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Working for the government was hard, especially after just getting dragged into it without a choice. Life was hard for Leon ever since that fateful night where he believed he shouldn't have lived. Luck was too kind to him, but the consequences of luck is always regret. Mission after mission, bioweapon after bioweapon Leon was tired. All he could think about was getting back to you. You were his saving grace, his only way to escape the pain. Even if it was only for a second, a minute, a hour, a day. You helped in a way where he was indebted to you for the rest of his life. Driving home, all he could think about was you. How you warmed him up after a hard time shooting and murdering anything that was diseased. He was yours, and you were his.

Leon shortly arrived home, sluggish in his movements as he took off his work boots and coat. His bag thrown into the corner of the doorway as he sighed heavily. Finally, his body could relax. Tense movements slowly turned into tired movements as he brought himself to the bathroom. Seeing a new cut on his face and blood and mud splatted on him. It never really was a nice sight. The house was silent, you were asleep. Something that wasn't unusual as the clock ticked to 3 AM. You never really knew if Leon would come back from his mission, that sense of worry hung low over you. Causing distress as every call you received could be Hunnigan's voice. Informing you of Leon's death, but you were lucky enough to not have that, not yet at least. As you slept peacefully, Leon showered and cleansed himself from his own sin. His murderous intent and sorrow washing down along with the dirt covering his body. The towel gently wrapping around his waist, he walked into your shared bedroom. Where you laid asleep, seeming to be cuddling a pillow in hopes of getting the same satisfaction of Leon having you in his arms.

Leon couldn't help but smile looking at you as he walked past the bed to his dresser, getting a pair of boxers and sweatpants. Quickly changing to soon sink himself to his side of the bed. Soft. Everything was soft around him. The pillow his head laid on, the new sheets and most importantly you. Getting under the covers he felt your bare skin touch his. Your shorts and t-shirt hugging you in a cozy way. Without thought, he wrapped his arms around your body. Nuzzling his face into your neck, there was no intention of waking you up... But it was bound to happen as he gripped you tightly. Giving you no chance to escape you whined as you woke up.

"Sorry baby... You just looked so warm." He mumbled into your neck as he gave a sweet kiss on your skin. Wriggling yourself to at least turn around to face him, you notice the fresh cut on his face. "What happened?" You whispered, still in a half sleepy state. It always worried you seeing him hurt, but Leon always reassured you he was okay. "Just a cut from the mission, nothing to worry about." He softly smiled, you couldn't help but replicate the smile. A gentle kiss on the nose is what Leon felt from your smooth lips. "You okay?" You asked as your hands wandered down his chest, carefully wrapping your arms around him. Ensuring you weren't going to hurt him in the process. "Everything is okay when I'm with you..." He murmured, slowly enveloping you in a sweet kiss. "God.. I missed you so much, you smell so good" He whispered to you in a gentle tone. Much different to the aggression towards the bioweapons he previously fought only hours before.

"I missed you too.. so much." You whispered back, a giggle following short afterwards as you felt him playing with your hair. "I love you." Was all Leon could say as he admired you in his arms, admiring his lover was his favourite thing to do in this situation. "I love you more." You poked at his cheek as you kissed him again. Soft kisses with him were heavenly, otherworldly. The clock ticked 3:30 AM, it really was time to sleep. Mellowed breathing was soon shared between you two as you held each other. Enjoying the comfort of one another as you were glad he returned home. He was glad for everything. Glad to live in a lifetime with you in it - he would protect you no matter the cost.

"Can't sleep?" You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling him stare at you. "No, kinda hard to." He muttered, relapsing the past mission in his mind. "Wanna talk about it?" Rubbing his arm always calmed him down, made him feel safe for once. Safe from the horrors of this world that he swore in his heart nobody else should face or see. That he would be the one to protect people, to save people. Even if that meant him deteriorating his own mental stability. At least others would be saved. But he didn't need to be the hero with you. He could just be Leon. A man who was lost in his own train of thought, still a young boy in his heart yearning for answers to why he was chosen to face dread at every moment of his life. Sadly, beggars can't be choosers. Although he had one choice in his life, and that was you. He would always choose you. Always. "Not right now.. Just wanna have you in my arms." You felt a peck on your forehead, a grin spreading across your face. "Okay. Well I'm always here for you Leon." Reassurance was vital for you and Leon. The slightest amount of praise to Leon was all he needed to crumble into your arms. He could be himself with you. "Thank you Y/N, I really appreciate you. So much." His voice cracked, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. What did he do in his last life to deserve you? Gentle hands caressed his face as he wept, your kisses taking away the pain.

Minutes passed, Leon's cries slowly disappeared as he cuddled you. Staring into each others eyes, you felt yourself slowly slip into a sleepy state. Same with Leon, he couldn't hold his eyes open much longer. Not when you gave him a warm feeling like no-one else did. "I have one request." He hushed out as he rubbed your back with his calloused hands. "Mm?" You murmured out, melting into his touch.

"One more kiss goodnight?"

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Someone tell this man everything is gonna be okay.