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A Peek Into Your Future Personâs Midnight Thoughts (NSFW) - Timeless âł
From left to right. Itâs the one you canât take your eyes off of.
Batman wouldnât get this info out of âem. What are they thinking about when they text you good night? These are the fantasies theyâre too shy to share. No spiritual identities were revealed. (Minors DNI)
Note: This does not necessarily have to align with your kinks. This is what your future person wishes they could do to you.
Must do before you choose: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.
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Pile 1. âYeah? Say that again. I dare you.â
straight up strength kink. trapping you between their arms (thank you kim mingyu for the inspo and energy)
you could share a (huge) height difference with this person and it makes them want to protect you
they either have a muscular build or are very much taller than you. a lot of fs in this pile have both. especially working out the arms.
they like to see you feisty so that they have a reason to conquer yo ass
HEAVILY thinks about pushing you against a wall (a beige-colored wall, in particular) in a hotel room and fucking you against it
the type of person to edge you so much that you start crying
this person may have given you hints or will you give signs of their kinks before, so you will get the idea that they have a brat taming kink
will purposefully try to piss you off to get you all hotheaded and feisty. they really want to test your limits so that you âtryâ and âteach them a lessonâ or âintimidate themâ with a finger to their chest and everythingâlike âjust bc youâre bigger than me doesnât mean you can keep pissing me off.â itâs laughable for them bc this is what they wanted. theyâll let this build up for a little more, keep trying to rile you upâŚUNTIL it explodes and they finally show you whoâs really in charge. you may or may not of like this but youâll be blushing like crazy lmfao
they tend to go for types that are too easy to overpower physically. itâs even cuter if youâre shorter than them and very obviously canât take them down
fantasizes about holding you down/keeping you stationed while going down on you
this person might be hairy. think of a human to werewolf transformation. a good 50% of you will encounter someone completely clean shaven, sophisticated looking, keeps composure so damn well, but has reallllly freaky desires and fantasies. you wouldnât be able to tell. the hints are subtle tho and will come up in their everyday actions towards you. (example: cleaning up after you or watching out for you, holding you close when a stranger approachesâŚiâll add more in the points of interest đ¤§)
holy shitâŚlisten, if this is a sibling of someone you know, theyâll def fantasize abt fucking you with said sibling(s)/family members around, sneaking around the family house, doing it in risky places and times (have mercy!!!) â ex: cupping your mouth while they go down on you or tease you like âyou donât want them to find out, do you? keep quiet for meâ
theyâd love to hold your jaw in place and make you look at them while they pleasure you
wouldnât feel ashamed or embarrassed for making you moan too loud. if youre at an event, they get off on people hearing you â doesnât matter if your parents or the elderly hear it
this person really gets off on the idea of having sex in public. theyâre a true exhibitionist :)
(expanding off my previous point) most of the fs in this pile donât getâŚjealous?? like very âlook but donât touchâ type of person when it comes to you; they know people donât dare to compete with them. this person is very confident in where they stand in your life. if you ever suggest bringing in someone to watch you guys, they would be okay with the idea. now, a very small percentage are extremely possessive in this pile, but the idea is the same. iâm not ignoring them but only mentioning them slightly bc the small percentage want you to at least be aware that theyâre capable of feeling extreme possessiveness (reminder: not the same as jealousy). as long as people know that you guys are together (and itâs been made obvious) and donât try to cross the line or make passes at you, pile 1 fs is confident enough and typically doesnât feel the need to prove more
^^ but i will say that some subtle signs of jealousy include trying to look superior to other âthreatsâ to your relationship
stay with me now. they fantasize about you trying your best- whatever that means ?!?! bc of the height difference, if you get sassy with them or even get annoyed at them, all they do is just smirk and make it known that youâre just a doll to them (to keep it very vague w you).
honestly this person would be down to take you anywhere. for some reason, they always want people to know you guys are fucking so they think about doing it in public a lot. this person could work on just simply having nice slow sensual sex in the bedroom tho. i think itâs just cuz they crave the thrill and itâs a fat ego boost. but cmonâŚitâs nice to just have some chill loving sex once in a while (iâm nudging their spirit abt it)
you guys could be TOTAL opposites and have an enemy-to-lovers trope going on. OR extremely similar feisty, fiery personalities. some people here have a fwb or ewb kind of relationship w them already OR one of you has fantasized abt it
they could honestly give you a whole list of what they like and want to do to you but would rather show you (theyâre pretty impatient). they need to know youâre wanting- no- craving the same thing- that you want them as much as they want you
points of interest: teasing to NO end (in bed and out); has a habit of calling you pet names (even when not in a relationship w you) or nicknames; tall; height difference; possible mbti: very VERY estp, entj, a tiny bit of estj vibes; your front or back against the wall; take you down - chris brown; backshots; hands behind head, âtry it. i dare youâ; âyouâre not that strongâ (idk who- either you or your person says this in hopes to rile the other up); tickle fights or play fighting that leads toâŚother things đ; a friendâs sibling, unexpected or forbidden relationships; going down on you in a closet at a family vacation home (?!?! damn)
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Pile 2. âTreat me like your doll.â
you or this person could be a switch, but regardless, you will have many chances to take charge
the bondage is too obvious in this pile. they also may have body image issues
this person could be sub-leaning tbh. probably struggles making eye contact with you during the deed or just in general (w/ you or people)
wants to please you and be used by you
masochistic as hell
someone here struggles with very obvious self esteem issues, but through this relationship and learning how to trust and be vulnerable, you will both heal each other on a deeeeeply emotional level. you will make this person feel comfortable in what they fantasize about and this will be reciprocated
for some in this pile, like a good 45% of people, your fs may have dealt with sexual guilt growing up. (for a second, i felt like saying more but itâs safer for me to keep it vague for their sake.) this is reallll vague, so iâll try to word it more carefullyâŚthe guilt can come from a plethora of thingsâŚ
yk what would be beneficial for them? if you pleasured them while making them look in the mirror
this person is pretty shy with expressing their sexual desires. for many, this could be their first time, or just extremely inexperienced (but they feel embarrassed to admit that)
listen, the emotional sex will be insane. crying, lots of loveâif youâre into dacryphilia, this will be your jam
trust is so important for them. also looking at each otherâs eyes while going at it
deep long kisses that fade into sloppier, more desperate and needy ones (coming from more of their side)
idk how to explain this kink but itâs likeâŚgetting off to something you canât have? theyâd feel guilty about touching themselves to the thought of you (during the time youâre not yet dating each other) and that mental image would spiral into picturing you standing in front of them and just watching them get off to you while theyâre on their knees. they see you as someone to be worshipped. theyâll be begging and possibly crying for you to let them cum
yk the deeper i dig into this, the more emotional it gets. i think this person is a huge people pleaser and has found it hard to be loved in this life time. but no worries, bc this relationship will help you both connect and become vulnerable. as long as youâre confident in yourself and carry a normal to high self esteem, you should be great in the relationship
mommy/daddy kink (it doesnât mention who will be what but itâs def gonna be something theyâll be shy to confess), loves praise, collars (being collared), being your pet
this person would thank you for touching them. they could get pretty poetic in bed when edged for hours and under so much exposure
they def have the ability to be more dominant, but youâd really have to reel it out of them; theyâre afraid of messing up
on the other hand, degradation will work wonders on them as long as you soothe those wounds later. praise and degradation will change this personâs life lmfao, as long as your timing is right
theyâll touch themselves thinking about soft and sensual, sensitive and teasing sexual acts, like mutual masturbation or if you use your hand to get them off while peppering their jaw with kisses
very sensitive person so their has to be a lot of trust between you to unlock theâŚfreakier stuff (which is why iâll cut it short. this is all theyâre giving you for now đđ¤)
points of interest: pinkie promises, very in tune with their feminine energy, âyouâll be here forever, right?â, very soft person with an insane sex drive, shy, doesnât ask for much- just wants you to be there with them, quietly existing, kinda reminds me of those emo kids who date and kiss in the corner (but you guys will be engaging in no such cringe, esp not in public), shyly clings onto your hand, HOODIES hoodies hoodies, cool toned filters on pictures, matching clothes or accessories- iâm getting one person has a lock and the other with a key, collars with a heart on it, likes when someone gets possessive over them, will unintentionally spill their thoughts and ideas and then apologizes for ramblingâŚi feel like a lot of you in this pile relate to them a lotâŚlike very similar in personality or smthâŚlot of similarities (even subtle or suppressed parts of your personality), i really donât think youâd be able to tell theyâre a secret freak (maybe thru the way they dress but by personality, prob not), very artistic people- whatever art form they love or seek comfort from, you will find this very attractive and unique
- very small note: i realize that i donât feel the need to correct the commas and make them semi-colons to show the list. i think itâs their energy being very forgiving and that they donât care if you mess up (lowkey itâs bc theyâre used to being hurt đ). very unlikely to call out your mistakes. they just want you to be there with them, to love them of their flaws. they will undoubtedly do the same. they just donât want you to leave them.
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Pile 3. If you look at them, youâll laugh.
ok right of the bat, you guys are unarguably the most ânontoxicâ, healthy, but also vanilla relationship out of the piles đđ
this person doesnât have too many crazy ideas or thoughts when they think about sex tbh. they also donât watch porn or at least are not addicted to it. very vanilla person with a normal sex drive
they prob get off like once or twice a day but sex to them is a bonding activity with you filled with laughter and some jokes (which both of you could work on if you want to ever engage in more kinky and dark stuff, esp since it could be hard for you to get serious and in the mood)
^^ like if youâre being handcuffed and youâre ticklish, this person will tickle you (unless you like this being done, it could mess with the sensual moment a bit đ
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very gentle person. thinks about caressing your body
very affectionate and wants to tend to your needs. the last thing they want to do is have you in tears after sex (unless itâs happy tears)
theyâre mostly serious with sex when theyâre touching themselves alone (if youâre not physically there)
if youâre doing long distance, theyâll wait to have sex w you rather than touch themselves
donât get me wrong yk theyâre down to doing the freaky stuff too- but i think you guys are so in the âbest friendsâ laughing with each other all the time, it could get unserious real quick đđ if youâre okay with that, things should be ok for you đ
open to engaging in all sorts of kinks and sexual fun, but they prefer it to be with you and not with another person involved. not that theyre judgmental of it, they just donât want to have sex with others watch you guys or having another person/people involved. they prefer it to just be the 2 of you
so much laughing, too many good vibes, theyâre completely enamored by you
you could share a similar personality to each other, but weirdly, without disrupting the balance
just touching your skin and cuddling for hours = sex for them
points of interest: EXTREMELY LOYAL; canât see anyone in this world but you; loves what you think are your flaws; massaging your feet; caressing your body fat; will go wherever you want to go and theyâd plan the trip too if youâd like; very kind personâso nice that they could try to help everyone- they donât look at these as bad things at all; animal person; theyâre as warm as they look; it would take a long time to piss this person off bc theyâre that understanding; they could come off as too positive and naive tho, if youâre like âdonât you see that person was trying to scam you?â and theyâd shrug, pull you close with a grin and be like âitâs okay. they probably needed that money. i donât mind đââď¸â, very precious soul, not into polygamous relationships
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Teddy Note: Sorry guys I forgot my little ending speech so Iâm going back to add it here- THANK YOU for taking the time to read this. I hope your day is going smoothly and if not, no worries, we got tomorrow. Take what resonates and leave what doesnât. I love that saying when any reader says it. Energy can seriously follow you if you dwell on it too much, while thinking about it negatively. Again, thanks for joining me on my readings if youâre new here :)
Have a good one guys. Teddy out đđđ
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[ID: A full-body drawing of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives kissing in a supply closet. Jon is a thin tall Indian man with long, dark curly hair. Martin is a fat white man with short hair and glasses who is slightly shorter than Jon. The drawing is rendered in murky green colors, with highlights in yellow. Martin leaned back against a shelf, tilting back under his weight, causing items on the shelf to fall backward. Jon is pressing Martin into the shelf, holding Martin's face in one hand and holding on to the shelf to keep it from falling with the other. Martin clutches Jon's shirt, and holds the back of his head. They are illuminated from above by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The supply closet is cramped and dirty and filled with many items on shelves. Items include cleaning supplies, boxes, and crumpled paper. Strings of black magnetic tape hang from various shelves and from the ceiling. A mop hangs on one wall near a bucket labeled "MOP WATER (HAUNTED)." There is a CO2 fire extinguisher on the ground, close to a tape recorder, with spools of magnetic tape unfurling from inside. There are two jars labeled "???" on different shelves. One of the jars appears to have eyeballs floating in murky water, while the other has a vague bulbous shape inside that could be a large worm or an organ of some kind. Two ghostly faces are hidden in the drawing, one under a shelf and one in a box. End Image ID]
KISS A MAN IN A HAUNTED CLOSET (still technically kinda in time for @jonmartinweek :3 office romance prompt)
#jonmartin#jmart#tma#the magnus archives#my art#i wanted to do so many jmart week prompts but alas#i just did the one
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HSR/Genshin characters as dragons
A/n: I feel like this is a bit shorter than my usual dragon posts, I apologize for that. But I also have to say (for my sake at least) that these images of dragons aren't what my finished art looks like. At best I'd call them colored sketches, so please - if you're interested in my finished works, check out my instagram as I have way more concrete examples of my art! <3 Thank you. And if anyone is interested in a c0mission, you can feel free to check the carrd link in bio! They are still open!
Contents: Jing Yuan, Capitano and Aventurine as dragons, x reader, gn reader, tinge of angst, headcanons
Jing Yuan:
-Jing Yuan, although looking really fluffy and soft as he does, is a formidable warrior. He didnât get to be a General for nothing at all
-His fur does hide a lot away and it does give him a rather gentle appearance, making him a bit easier to approach than your regular dragon. His species specifically wasnât made for war but rather for more endurance and some more milder things, but Jing Yuan excels in all aspects of his kind and has proven himself worthy of his station during the wars and during more diplomatic events.
-It goes without saying, but this guy is cunning, he has his brains about himself and knows how to play an opponent where necessary, although he does prefer more honorable approaches and would never do anything purely âevilâ
-Some wonder how he hasnât turned brown from how much he loves to bask in the sun in his dragon form. And oftentimes it has happened when someone went to check on him and he was just knocked out in a nap coma, not laying in any shade, just all sun. If he was in his human form he would have been burnt to a crisp
-But thereâs something about Jing Yuanâs dragon form that is rather comforting, to both you and honestly anyone else. Everyone knows stories of old kings and leaders of planets and countries that are described as these powerful and frightening individuals that hid their softness for special people in their hearts. Jing Yuan, although powerful, does not evoke fear in his people like those kings from the stories do. His presence does command respect, yes, but people can approach him and talk to him just fine, without any unwarranted fear that heâd reprimand them or punish them for saying anything he may dislike.
-He has a lot of patience with people in general, and all diplomatic meetings he attends go by smoothly
-Jing Yuan doesnât shy from his dragon form at all, and at times he prefers it when the sun is not as strong, so he can soak up every single ray of sun he possibly can. He has quite the bit yard so he doesnât lack space either
-Loves to see you cuddle him. Since he is quite big, he does tend to not move much if you decide to hop onto him while heâs sleeping and cuddle him, just in case you find yourself under his claws by some chance. He doesnât want to crush you. Other times he is rather playful, gentle all throughout, as he picks you up or nudges you with his head. Once he smacked you with that big tail of his, and although it looks mad fluffy that thing does have weight to it alright.. you were knocked into the grass bro
-Older age has turned some of his coat a darker shade and some of those spots also came in later in his life. It is something he doesnât mind, he is quite fond of his spots
-He lets you do his hair or help him with his armor in dragon form. There are always those small and annoying clasps that are bothersome to put on so he entrusts them to you
-Some of the armor does hide scars from his past battles, but so does his big thick mane. Thatâs also some of the reasons why people think he doesnât do much fighting since he always looks so well put together and âcleanâ(no visible scars) both in human form and in dragon form
-He is also very clean btw, smells fresh. Chef kiss
Capitano:
-His name has only existed in rumors and legends for centuries, and he has long since become some sort of ghost tale. Some believe this dragon exists, some donât, some use the stories to scare their children with, others laugh about it..etc
-No one doubts Capitano, the strongest man alive, the first of the Fatui exists, but the question of his dragon form is another matter. Many donât even believe those are one and the same, due to the lack of all the proof that the two are correlatedÂ
-Capitano has never admitted to anything either to anyone outside of this Fatui fold, and he never truly had the need to take the form of the ice beast. He is the strongest man in Teyvat, he can do everything in this form without causing too much of a ruckus, he doesnât need a dragon to wreck more havoc and cause more of a scene yk
-Although in his battle against Mavuika⌠maybe they both let out their beastly forms yk and they just duked it out a bit until both sustained damage and that fog curtain was blown over them and they retreated
-In his dragon form he is quite cold to the touch, itâs almost like he doesnât produce much heat at all, and although his breath sometimes smokes and fogs from his nostrils, his scales are never warm.Â
-His scales are dense and thick, made for protection and endurance, but they do hinder some of his ability to be flexible
-Donât be fooled though, although he isnât the most flexible or speedy dragon around, he is a killer tank, a machine. His claws and teeth can pierce anything and everything, and that tail of his is also something to be wary off. Even if he has his back turned to you that tail seems to possess a mind of its own and lashes about to protect him if someone tries an attack from behind (side note: inspired by an iguanodon, specifically that big claw on his front legs)
-Ice powers of course, he can freeze the ground underneath him and summon ice projectiles, as if he wasnât a battle beast alreadyÂ
-This form is quite rare to see, and for a long, long time his darling didnât even know about it until that battle with Mavuika that brought it out of him
-It was nothing to scoff at or turn your head from. You were worried for him when you heard he was injured, and to know he had pushed himself into his dragon form also speaks great volumes of the intensity of the battle itself
-He doesnât see it as important even after you expressed your concerns and bafflement after having found out. He just sort of shrugs it off. No big dealÂ
-His wings look quite heavy, and they are, so he does require quite the run up to take to the skies
-In human form he does have some scales on him, so if youâre cuddled up to him at night you can feel them under your fingertips. Capitano is quite open to your touches, rather relaxed after being with you for so long and these days, your touches often lull him to sleep. He sleeps on his back and sleeps like a log. He usually has an arm around you and the scales on his chest and arms are free to be examined by you
-He is quite scarred, and Capitano is not opposed to telling you how he got which scar. His way of storytelling isnât exactly rich, itâs straight to the point but not boring
-Sometimes he leaves his tail around when he goes back to his human form, but only if he knows no one will see him, except you.Â
Aventurine:
-Although the smallest in the list today, and a smaller stature for his species in general, Aventurineâs strength lies in his head. Due to the rough past he preserved through with luck and cunning, he knows what the world is like and how it operates
-Most people base their judgment on visuals and vocal tones, so Aventurine has gained quite the rep for being flamboyant and extra. Just like he wears so many fancy layers and clothes in his human form, he adorns his dragon form in pretty pearls, gold, rings, scarves, fluff..etc. Everything to show this image of confidence and maybe a bit of cockiness and arrogance
-As the money goat of the IPC, he has to look the part too, no?
-As mentioned before, he knows what a lot of people look at and what they look for, and due to the smaller size of his dragon he is able to walk through most places in that form too, bringing more attention to himself and more opportunities too.
-Of course he has had his fair share of insults directed at him, both in human and dragon form, but he tries not to let it ever show. The dragon form does tend to ward off any truly malicious individuals though, and his status as a Stoneheart has granted him a fair share of protection as well. Not many would dare to strike a Stoneheart.
-By nature he is quite colorful, additionally Aventurine also takes great care and hygiene of his looks. I mean dude probably has his own perfume brand along some others, he smells good and does leave a lasting impression overall
-The only thing he wishes he could get rid of is that branding on his neck. It is there no matter what shape he takes and it is glaringly obvious to anyone that looks at him. He can hide his eyes, but he canât hide the red letters on his neck that the feathers or his collar fail to cover up. Even after so many years after it happened, the feathers in that spot of his neck never grew back, the tissue being far too scarred to allow any new growth.
-It is the only thing he could visibly react to when in the presence of someone else. He may huff and puff, try and jest about it before switching topics
-No matter how much he takes care of himself though, heâll never be able to wash off the blood of his skin and feathers, the blood of his people that died while he survived, then the blood of the master that abused him and kept him chained up.
-His feathers may look glossy, clean, pristine, but if it were up to him, heâd pluck them all out
-In private, if you catch him before he reverts back to his human form, he tends to not let you touch him
-He makes some excuses, that his feathers are too oily, or that they donât smell good, or that theyâre too rough and this and that, and he just goes back to his human form before you can protest against it
-If you really insist he will agree on gifting you a couple of his feathers for keepsake, your pick too. You can use it as an accessory, or maybe house decor - sell it if you want to, he doesnât mind what you do with it
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Free Grimms' Fairy Tales Typeset
I am so very excited to present free typeset #33: Grimms' Fairy Tales, by, of course, Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. (Apologies for this being quite a long post, but I really wanted to show pictures of what's available in these typesets!) When I saw this in my ask box, I knew I had to do a typeset for it. But there were so many individual tales, and I wanted to do something a bit unique for each of them. But I also wanted to use a lot of color. And throw in some art. And that might make the typeset not so super printer friendly for some folks, so....
I made two versions of this typeset! Two different designs and color options. Both pdfs are available for FREE here and are sized for half letter (letter folio).
Grimms' Fairy Tales typeset version one is the full color version with a lot of little details and different art/motifs for each story (most of the art I used was by Maurice Pillard Verneuil; his stuff is so pretty).
And for the second version of the typeset (which I dubbed the Black and White, Hold the Art Alt in my google drive archive--I need a shorter name for that. The Deep Drive? Drivechive? Googachive?--I went black and white printer friendly, with prominent featuring ornaments and a more simple design.
You can see the differences clearly above. Both these typesets were a lot of fun to make, and I hope they print out well for people wanting to use them. It's one I hope to be able to print out soon for myself, to have as a personal physical copy. I kept stopping in the middle of typesetting just to read a few tales. (Cat-Skin and Snow White and Rose-Red are my two favorite tales (I just love the changed appearance lover trope), though The Juniper-Tree has a a solid standing with best revenge death.) Anyway, use these typesets as you wish! If there's any issues with the files, feel free to let me know! Just please leave credit and consider tagging me if you use them, or reblog if you can! More details and interior shots of the first version are below the break!
So the black and white version has pretty much the same design across all the different chapters, while the color version has a different swatch of art featured next to each title, to give some flair to each individual story. The whole double border around the drop caps was inspired by another (much more talented than I) member on Renegade Bindery, but I added in the extra picture frame for the motifs and changed some things around to get the sort of clean, classic, elegant vibe I was hoping for (originally, I was going to use good ol' IM FELL English and go with a much more gritty, vintage-y design, but changed it after seeing how well Crimson Text worked for the fairy tales (like I've said before, Crimson Text is a special occasion sort of font). Here's some more screenshots of the chapter beginnings (albeit a bit pixelated. Dang screenshots and their low quality):
The table of contents is pretty fun as well, extending the same borders and motifs design to full three pages:
And the fun also extended to the last page with info on the Brothers Grimm:
All in all, this was one of my favorite books to work on. If you have any suggestions for future typesets, my ask box is always open! Edit: also, the borders/frames going around the dropcaps were inspired by a design I saw done by the talented @teleportbooks!
#Grimms' Fairy Tales by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm#grimms' fairy tales#fairy tales#typesets#typesetting#book design#bookbinding#book#free to use
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07/26/2024
When the carnivore diet gets out of hand.
JOKE-OGRAPHY: 1. In this Bible story, Jesus and His disciples go to rest on a mountainside, but a big crowd of followers tracks them down. They want to hear more of Jesus's cool Jesus-words and see more of Jesus's cool Jesus-deeds. Jesus asks Philip what they can feed everyone, and Philip replies incredulously that it'd cost 200 days' wages to buy everyone something little. Of course, Jesus was only testing his faith with one of His many Jesus-tricks. Then Andrew appears, escorting a kid who offers to share a few fish and some loaves of bread. Jesus accepts the food and passes some out to everyone, and somehow, there's plenty for over 5000 men (not including families that might have been with them). When Jesus asks His disciples to clean up, the leftovers fill twelve baskets -- way more than they started with. The people are all wowed, dazzled, and amused. 2. In this cartoon, I inject an extra bit of dialogue into the story. When Andrew introduces the boy, Jesus assumes Andrew is suggesting they eat the child, causing Andrew to panic until the boy clarifies his true purpose. Of course, Jesus only said this to test them, for He Himself knew what He was going to do (John 6:6), and is just being super hilarious.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This cartoon is a Tomics "Second Coming," where I've taken an ancient comic that was already resurrected, and redraw it once again. You'll notice through these iterations that it's gone back and forth between length, but the pacing remains roughly the same throughout. The first version features my ancient desaturated style in all its boring wonder. The second features brighter colors but strangely greenish skin, and also a shorter and more to-the-point format. I think I prefer the longer version for setting a scene, but I could go either way -- and I have! Anyway, it's a very exclusive status for one of my comics to be redrawn twice. Maybe one day I'll redraw it a third time, but for now, how does it compare to its past selves?
#catholic#christian#jesus#comic#catholic memes#cartoon#christian memes#jesus memes#tomics#bible#feeding of the five thousand#multiplication#st philip#st andrew#cannibalism
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Bilbo felt a shift in the air itself. Upon waking, he felt invigorated and eager to dash out and explore everything. He walked through the gardens when the sound of a harp filled his delicate ears. He followed the music, entranced by the haunting melody.
There, sunlit and sitting alone was a manâno, a dwarf , playing an elven harp of gold. His eyes were covered by a blindfold, the harp resting against his shoulder as he plucked silver-white strings. Every note enchanted Bilbo more, and he drew closer. He noticed the dwarf had covered eyes, a short beard, shorter than most dwarves Bilbo had come across. He was handsome, with his hair in two braids on either side of his head to keep black and gray tresses from his face. Bilbo hadnât realized how close heâd approached the beautiful stranger until he noticed that the blindfold was sheer enough to see the dwarfâs eyes were closed behind it. He assumed the dwarf was blind but of somewhat noble status, for he wore a finely made blue tunic with golden runes as trimming. His hands appeared rough but his nails were clean. He had light wrinkles on his forehead from age and the concentration he placed in his music.
The music ended and barely visible eyes fluttered open under thin fabric to meet Bilboâs, and what Bilbo wanted in that moment was to know what color those eyes were.
âHello,â rumbled a deep, but gentle voice from the dwarf.
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eighties baby
summary: your parents throw an 80âs themed party in their mansion. you try your best to contain your infatuation for joel, your dadâs best friend. you and your friend get a little too drunk and joel decides to teach you a lesson.
content: joel miller x reader, no outbreak, little plot, dbf!joel, reader in her twenties
warnings: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. 18+ mdni!, age gap is 20s/50, piv unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, doggystyle, dirty talk, choking
an: iâm baaaaaack ;) this was⌠wow! pls enjoy
âYour ass looks immaculate.â
You glance over your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with your best friend. Sheâs giving you wild eyes while biting her bottom lip thatâs covered in bright red lip stick. Her makeup was done very vibrantly compared to usual; blue eyeshadow with bright pink blush.
âYou donât think itâs too short?â You ask, popping a hip to accentuate your ass further under your very tight and very short mini skirt. Typically, you wouldnât mind if a little bit of cheek was hanging out the bottom of your skirt, but this was your parentsâ party, not your typical college party. Your best friend rolled her eyes and you and laid a smack down on your ass. You yelped in surprise.
âItâs perfectly fine. Itâll be dark.â She begins, then her voice lowers. âPlus, Joel will want to eat you alive when he sees you in it.â
You bite your bottom lip to fight back a grin. She knew you too well. You sighed and placed your hands on your hip, your head turning to the side as your further inspect your outfit in your full length mirror. You decided to go with an 80s glam rock look instead of the typical vibrant colors from the time period. You were wearing a tight black leather skirt and matching top, with knee high platform boots with silver chains on them. You had grungy black eyeshadow matched with a glossy red lip. You felt hot.
âI canât be too obvious. You cannot let me get too drunk tonight.â You say sternly. You were talking more to yourself than anything. You knew if you drank too much alcohol you would make a fool out of yourself in front of Joel.
Joel was your fatherâs main man. Theyâd known each other for decades now. Joel was a stern man; the crinkles by his eyes from his fifty years of wisdom werenât usually intensified by joy, more by scowls. Youâd like to think at one point he was a light hearted man, but you canât help but wonder what in his years turned him into such a sour puss. You could count on one hand the amount of times youâd seen him genuinely laugh. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but the times he had, it was the most amazing sound youâd ever heard.
âFine. But this is your chance to act as unhinged as you want because in the morning you can blame the alcohol.â Your best friend winks at you, patting you once more on the bum.
âYouâre a terrible influence.â You turn to face her. Your shorter friend stares up at you with a devilish grin and runs her thumb along your bottom lip, cleaning up your red lipstick.
âWe should head down there, take a couple shots, scope it out.â She suggests, grabbing your perfume off your vanity and spritzing it on the both of you a few times. You nod in agreement, and check your outfit in the mirror one last time. You take a deep breath and grab your friendâs hand to leave your bedroom. The 80s music was already thumping from your parentâs massive surround sound speakers downstairs. The lights were off, with the sole light source being a couple lamps and some red lights your parents used for their annual Halloween party.
When you made it downstairs, the house was already packed out. The entire neighborhood was in your parentsâ house. All of the couples in the neighborhood were in attendance, as well as their children (all in their twenties or older). If you squinted hard enough, it even looked like a college party. The lighting was just enough to see the basic traits of everyoneâs faces, most of them being somewhat recognizable to you. You had just graduated from college earlier that month, so you were home temporarily until you found your full-time calling.
Your friend dragged you to the kitchen where all of the alcohol was stashed. On the island, there was a lineup of liquor with the appropriate mixers. She decided to pour you each a hefty shot of tequila, as well as a lime wedge. You absolutely hated any dark liquor, and unfortunately vodka had been tainted for you in your time at college, so tequila was the sole surviving option for you. You didnât mind the taste of tequila, but the catch was its effect on you. Unlike other forms of liquor, tequila made you incredibly horny. After around 4 tequila shots, you had the tendency to shed off articles of clothing like you were battling a heat wave. This made you nervous considering you knew Joel would be in attendance; however, as your friend said, you can use the liquor as a scapegoat if it got that bad.
As you and your friend shot back your tequila, you began wondering where Joel could be. The party started over thirty minutes ago, and it was uncharacteristic of him to be late, meaning he was in the house somewhere. The thought alone made your skin crawl.
âOne more.â Your friend called out over the music, pouring you each another hefty shot. Your eyes got wide. You knew youâd have to take a break from drinking after this shot, otherwise youâd end up butt ass naked in the middle of this party.
Another hefty shot later, and you were already feeling the buzz from the alcohol. Your veins felt tingly and your limbs felt weightless. You each made yourselves your mixed drink of choice, and decided to make your way out to the makeshift dance floor in your parentsâ spacious living room. They had a portable disco floor, as well as a disco ball hung from the ceiling. No one took parties more seriously than your parents.
Your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the dance floor, with âTalking in Your Sleepâ by the Romantics blasting from the speakers. Your eyes wandered around the room trying to find the brown eyed man youâd be longing to see. Sure enough, you spotted him. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with his legs spread out in front of him. He had a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in his hand, resting on his thigh. You gulped when you noticed he was already looking at you. You quickly looked away and took a sip of the tequila sour you half-assed at the kitchen makeshift bar.
You made eye contact with your friend, and you gave her panic eyes to let her know you found him. She caught on almost instantly, and took that as a queue to scoot out of your line of sight. She leaned closer to you to say something in your ear.
âGo sit next to him.â She suggested loudly into your ear.
You shot her a look of unease. Wouldnât that be too obvious? You shook your head no rapidly in response. It was too early in the night for you to do something as ballsy as that.
After about half an hour, your friendâs drink was empty and she was dragging you back to the kitchen. Your drink was still three-fourths full. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety knowing that Joel had a direct view of you in your anything but conservative outfit. Besides, you were scared for your actions if you ingested any more alcohol.
Your friend took two more shots and mixed herself another strong cocktail. You knew she was going to be shitfaced in the matter of minutes. You rub your forehead and sigh. Itâs going to be a quick night for her.
Your predictions were correct.
Forty minutes passed and her cocktail was gone, and so was she. She was so plastered that she couldnât stand up straight, constantly grabbing your arm for support. You looked around the room and immediately made eye contact with Joel. Heâs watching the both of you intensely, his head nodding over to the side as he observes your friend stumbling around. Youâre fully embarrassed at how gone your friend was already. Your stomach flips when you noticed Joel was lifting himself off his spot in the sofa, making his way towards the both of you. He grabbed onto your arm, a look of concern crossing his features.
âCome on.â He said shortly, moving his arm from yours to hers, helping her stand up somewhat straight. âLetâs take her upstairs.â
You glanced down at your friend and her head was lulling to the side, her eyes fluttering shut. There was no salvaging her. You nodded in response to Joel and helped him practically carry your friend upstairs to your bedroom. After her nearly falling every few steps, you finally make it to your bedroom. You noticed Joelâs eyes wandering around the walls of your room as he took in the decor. You had various band posters still hanging in your childhood bedroom, many of them being 60âs rock bands that your dad showed you. You gently lay your friend down onto your bed, and almost immediately sheâs snoring.
âJesus Christ, Iâm so sorry about this, Joel.â You mutter, looking up at him with apologetic eyes. You absentmindedly toy with your hands in front of you. Despite the shots you did take, you were still feeling nervous; the liquid courage wasnât doing its job.
Joel stepped closer to you and shook his head. His brown eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed.
âIt was nothing, really.â He assures you, taking a glance back at your friend. He was amused at just how fast your friend fell asleep. He turned back to look at you and felt something flutter deep in his gut.
He had kept his eyes in you all night. He couldnât believe how grown you were. Sure, he had known you since you were young, but you were a woman now. You had always been pretty, but now, you were stunning. He felt disgusting about it. Of all the women in his life, none of them compared to you, his best friendâs daughter. The entire night he had watched the way your latex skirt was fighting to stay over the plump flesh of your ass. Your top wasnât much better; it left little to the imagination, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of it. You were genuinely perfect in his eyes, and it was causing him the most intense moral battle of his life.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â You asked quietly. His eyes were wandering over you, but he was saying nothing. It looked as though he was fighting something internally.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked blandly, ignoring your question entirely. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â You pondered, crossing your arms over your chest, unintentionally pushing your boobs up further, placing them in perfect display for Joel.
âYou could be anywhere, yet here you are drunk at your parentsâ party.â He said, glancing down at your chest, hoping you wouldnât notice, but of course you did. You chuckle in response.
âI just graduated college, Joel. Iâm home temporarily until I can find something full time. Whatâs the matter? Am I inconveniencing you somehow?â You asked with pure sass.
âWell not entirely, no.â Joel says, stepping closer to you. âYouâd think you and your friend would have a little self control considering the environment. This isnât college, sweetheart.â
âI beg your pardon? Iâve barely drank anything. For god sake I helped you carry her.â You get defensive, emphatically gesturing towards your friend thatâs passed out in your bed. âAnd unfortunately she couldâve been way worse than this.â
âYou shouldâve stopped her before she was fighting to keep herself standing.â Joel scolded you, his brows furrowing further.
âAww whatâs wrong, Joel? You have no children of your own so you have to parent me?â You snarled, stepping another inch closer to him. Joel frowns, his fist clenching at his hip.
âYouâre a little fucking brat, ainât ya?â Joel growls, getting centimeters away from your face. He was so close that you could feel his hot breath on the skin of your face.
âAnd youâre just a dickhead, huh?â You fire back.
Joel grabbed you by the forearm and tugged you towards your bedroom door. Before you could protest, Joel was dragging you down the hall to a spare bedroom. He swiftly pulled you inside and locked the door behind you. He grabbed you firmly by the throat, squeezing just the sides as to not restrict your airflow.
âBit of an attitude problem, eh?â Joel spoke sternly. You gulped, gawking up into his crinkled eyes. âMight just have to sort you out.â
âWhat are you doing, Joel?â You squeaked out, your hand reaching up to grab ahold of his forearm. His face moved closer to yours, his eyes moving down to your crimson lips.
âI can only imagine you put on this poor excuse of a skirt to try and get someone to pay attention to you in the way youâre craving. Youâre a little fucking whore, arenât you?â Joel growls, his free hand moving down to your skirt, pulling it away from your body so it smacked back against your plump thighs. You gasped. You didnât know how to respond to that. Was this actually happening?
After years of secretly fantasizing about a moment like this, it was finally happening, and you were flabbergasted.
âAnswer me. Tell me what you are.â His grip around your throat slowly moved up to your jaw, his fingers squeezing your cheeks, making your lips purse.
You groaned in response, a hand trailing up Joelâs torso to his chest, laying a flat hand against him. His heart was beating rapidly. You glanced down and noticed the bulge straining against his vintage Levi jeans. He was enjoying this a little too much. You forced your face away from his grip, grabbing his wrist as hard as you could.
âIâm not a whore.â Your words were laced with venom. You were frustrated. Not because of the substance of Joelâs words, but because you were so fucking aroused. If it were anyone else, you probably wouldâve planted a firm kick in their groin or sucker punched them in the lip. His words were disgusting, but you were eating it up.
âNo?â Joel cocked his head at you. His free hand snakes up under your skirt, his fingertips pressing against your folds. His fingers were met with moisture. Your panties were soaked through. His gaze fell to his hand, then back up to your doe eyes. He smirked devilishly at you, his hand moving to your face. With his thumb, he pawed at your bottom lip, pulling it away from your teeth.
âYour cunt says otherwise, darling.â He muttered, his breath fanning across your face once more. You swallowed hard. You averted your eyes from him, his gaze making you feel entirely too hot.
âMy parents.â You blurted out, your gaze returning to his momentarily. He swallows, his thumb still sitting by your mouth.
âThey wonât know.â He said. You retracted your grip from his forearm, and he took that as an opportunity to run his finger up the outside of your arm painfully slow. âWhatâs wrong sweetheart? Scared of your daddy finding out?â
Your lips parted, a harsh exhale escaping your throat. Your body was on fire, your skin littered with goosebumps from Joelâs touch. To any normal person, this situation would be incredibly alarming. Yes, your moral compass was clawing at the back of your mind, but you craved interaction. Your morals were out the window, your desires taking superiority.
âYes.â You whispered, your gaze falling to Joelâs lips. They were tempting you.
âIf you donât want this, stop me.âďżź
Joelâs hand moved from your arm back towards the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up over your thighs, your red panties on full display.
âFuck.â Joel growled, his fingertips grazing your mound through the lacy fabric. He pushed your panties to the side, his finger running through your folds, collecting your arousal. âStop me, angel.â He teased.
His fingertip ghosted over your sensitive clit, your legs jolting in response, a whimper leaving your mouth. His mouth hovered over the soft skin of your neck, his breath stirring up goosebumps.
âSâmatter sweetheart?â Joel muttered, planting a soft kiss to your throat. âTell me what you need.â
âN-need more.â You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.
âYou sound so pathetic.â Joel spat, working his fingers faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Joelâs bicep for stability.
You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were closeâ but Joel knew that. He wasnât going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Joel halted his actions, his hand leaving your folds. You couldâve cried in that moment. Joel grabbed your forearm and tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down onto the duvet.
âJoel, please. I need to cum.â You whined, your head falling back into the soft mattress. Joel purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.
âJesus, sweetheart. At least you know what you want.â Joel said, squeezing the flesh of your thigh with the rough skin of his palm. âHereâs how this is gonna go. First Iâm going to taste you. Then, Iâm going to fuck you until you forget how to think. Got it?â
You nodded pathetically, grinding your hips down onto the mattress, desperate for some sort of friction. Joel ghosted his hands over your thighs to the seam of your latex skirt, gripping it between his fingers. In a swift motion, Joel tugged the skirt down your legs and off your body, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He left your boots on, not quite wanting to get rid of them yet. Your pussy looks so pretty underneath the transparent lace fabric of your thong. It left little to nothing to Joelâs imagination. Your breasts were spilling out of your black top, your areolas peaking out. You looked breathtaking.
âFuck, angel. I wish you could see yourself. So pretty for me.â Joel muttered, lowering his face to your groin, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He ran his large hand up the back of your thigh, squeezing every few inches. You bite your lip and you stared down at his face as he littered kissed across your thighs. His salt and pepper beard added even more texture to the sensations you were feeling. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down your tights and over your boots, leaving your heat bare. Joel lowered his face down to your core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to your pelvic bone, then ghosted his lips in a line down to your sensitive bud. He planted another kiss over your clit, taking his sweet time teasing you. Your pussy was throbbing at this point, desperate for any sort of touch.
âJoel please.â You pleaded, grinding your hips up towards his mouth. âI need your tongue.â
âGood girl.â He said, lowering his tongue to your folds, licking a wet stripe up your vulva, tracing a circle around your clit, sucking down on it gently. He moaned into your flesh, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine. His tongue began to work faster, flicking up and down and side to side over your clit. He brought his middle finger to your opening, ghosting circular motions over it, before slowly pushing it inside of you. You exhaled deeply at the sensation. He began pumping his finger rhythmically in and out of you, paying special attention to curl his fingertip upwards to brush against your g spot. As he felt your walls growing accustom to the girth of his singular digit, he added a second finger, pumping faster. Just from his fingers and tongue, you already felt fucked out of your mind. The pleasure sent shocks down your legs and up your spine, your head rolling back into the mattress in euphoria. A quiet moan slipped through your cherry lips, your fists grabbing the bedding for leverage to cope with the immense pleasure coursing through you.
âJoel.â You whimpered, one of your hands jetting down to grab at his hair as he lapped at your wet heat. His soft brown eyes flicked up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. Your moan went straight to his already throbbing cock.
âChrist, baby.â He groaned, lifting away from your core to unbutton his Leviâs. His hand fumbled with the zipper to get them off as fast as he could. The anticipation was killing him; he was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He needed inside you immediately.
Finally managing to slide his jeans down his legs, his cock was straining against his boxers. The tent was revealing in itself; you already knew he was packing a punch. It felt painfully slow, but finally Joel slipped off his boxers, revealing his erection. Leaking at the tip, he brushed his thumb over, cleaning up the precum that had accumulated from tasting you.
You sat up from the mattress and grabbed his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his in a passionate rush. You could taste yourself on his lips. Another whimper rose from your throat, the moan vibrating off his lips. The sound of your wet kiss filled the room as he lowered his body over yours to lay you back down against the bed. His hand moved from his cock to your breast, pulling it out of your top and giving it a firm squeeze.
âFuck.â He muttered against your lips as you rocked your hips into his. You needed his touch desperately.
âFuck me.â You breathed out, pulling away to look him in the eye. âPlease.â
That was all Joel needed to hear. He reached down to take his cock in his hand again, guiding his top to press into your folds. He ran back and forth against your slick, his precum mixing with your arousal. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he felt your wetness already beginning to coat him. His eyes lifted back to meet yours as he began to slowly press his tip into your entrance, the stretch already making you feel crazed. Your lips parted, an exhale escaping your lips as he pressed himself into your further. Your hands darted up to grab onto his biceps as leverage. He lowered down to your lips, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to them as he pushed his length inside of you to the hilt. Another moan escaped your lips.
âYâokay?â Joel breathed out, slowly pumping in and out of you, allowing you time to adjust. You nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence.
âMore.â You begged. âI need more.â
Joel ran his hand from your thigh up your belly, dragging his finger tip slowly to take in every inch of your skin. He reached your neck, wrapping his calloused fingertips around your throat, carefully squeezing on the sides. He leaned down to meet your lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth momentarily.
âSo fucking needy.â He grumbled against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed.
Suddenly, Joel began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldnât be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Joelâs free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.
âF-fuck.â You stuttered as Joel thrusted into you. âIâm close.â
Joel took this as an opportunity to slide out of you, wasting no time in flipping you onto your belly, laying a hard slap against your bare ass cheek. He groaned as your ass jiggled from the slap, his hand coming back down to grab a handful of your flesh. You pressed your face down into the duvet, letting out a moan. Your pussy was throbbing from the sudden lack of attention. You wiggled your hips, nonverbally begging for Joelâs cock. He chucked, slapping your ass once more before pressing himself back at your entrance, ramming into you fully, his hips meeting your ass in a rush. He grabbed a cheek with his rough fingertips, pulling your ass apart to get a full view of himself slamming into you. Your tightest hole was on perfect display for him.
âOne day Iâm going to claim you here too.â Joel growled, his fingertip grazing the ring of your asshole. You gasped, your forehead coming down onto the bedding, pressing your face down into the duvet to cover your moan. âYouâd like that wouldnât you? Me claiming your tight little ass as mine?â
You nodded rapidly, a straggled breath leaving your mouth. It was so goddamn hard for your mind to focus on anything except the feeling of his tip grazing the opening of your cervix with every thrust. Once again, Joel reached his hand down to toy at your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. The white heat hit you again as your legs began to shake under you. Joel wasnât far behind you, and his pace wasnât easing up.
His hips met yours hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the spare bedroom. If it werenât for the music thumping downstairs, your sinful act wouldâve already been heard throughout the entire house. Joel leaned down, kissing you against your spine, his hand kneading your ass.
âF-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?â Joel grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.
You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didnât answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.
âLook at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.â Joel growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Joelâs cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.
âFuck.â Joel whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.
His thrusts slowed as his seed filled you up, his hands grabbing your hips for stability as he came the hardest heâd ever came in his life. He moaned as he slowly slipped his spent cock out of you, some of his release dripping out of your used up hole. The sight was intoxicating.
âFuck.â Joel breathed out again, taking in the ruined state of your folds. He ran his fingers down your slick, mixing his cum with yours. You flinched at the sensitivity of your pussy, whining as he brushed over your clit.
You were spent. Your face was still pressed against the mattress, your ass still perched in the air. Joelâs cum was slowly leaking out of you, and you couldnât bring yourself to move. You were too fucked out of your mind to notice that Joel had left the bed to retrieve a wet rag from the attached bathroom. You winced as he gently cleaned up the juices spilling from you.
âYou look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.â He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.
You rolled over onto your back, your tender breasts jiggling from the movement. Joel leaned down and took a breast into his mouth, gently sucking on your hardened nipple.
âAs much as Iâd love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before your daddy starts to wonder where we went.â Joel said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
A pit grew deep in your gut at the thought of Joel leaving you, but you knew the nature of this interaction and it would be silly of you to expect any different. You gazed up at him and frowned.
âDonât look at me like that.â Joel shook his head and straightened up, moving his attention to dress himself. He began buttoning his flannel that heâd taken off during your interaction at some point that you hadnât noticed. You watched in silence as he pulled his boxers and Leviâs back up over his legs.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â Joel said after he was fully dressed. You were still laying on the bed completely nude attempting to recover from the mindblowing sex youâd just endured. Joel walked towards the door, turning briefly to look at your one last time.
âYou might want to get dressed, sweetheart. Hate to have your daddy walk in to see my cum spilling out of you.â He winked, then disappeared out of the door, leaving you alone fucked out of your mind.
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If I Took You Home, Part 1
Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. They were constantly setting you up on dates that made you back out. However, you were sick of saying no and your friend's boyfriend really played up his coworker and friend. It was all true. Your blind date leaves you wanting more.
Word Count: 6,245k
AO3 Link | Part 2
A/N: Hello, my loves. I am missing Kevin so bad! It's been 3 WEEKS without a new episode. I'm dying over here. Reblog and comment to save a writer's life. And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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You knew better than to trust your damn friends. You sat at a nice restaurant in a casual berry colored dress, sipping wine and looking like a pathetic loser eating dinner alone. You didnât have a book to try and pretend like this was planned. Like you decided to take yourself on a date.Â
You glanced at your phone. To be fair, you were a bit early. Only because you were so nervous about a blind date to begin with. Why had you said yes?Â
You werenât sure now. Maybe it was your friends and their constant hounding. They were all hooked up with their respective partners so now you were getting the pitying stares. The stressed smiles after they got done gushing about their own dates and partners. As if being single was some type of disease they wanted to cure.Â
You took another sip of the sweet wine and thought about canceling. Blind dates were a joke. They probably set you up with some ogre of a man who picked his teeth at the table or scratched his belly after he was finished.Â
You looked over the menu to give yourself something to do, so you werenât just staring at your phone.Â
Your mind ran through all kinds of possibilities for this random man you decided to go out with. Maybe he was bald. Maybe he was shorter than you. You didn't mind dating someone short, but they usually had complexes that you werenât capable of dealing with. Maybe he was a secret chauvinistâŚ
âExcuse me?â You turned your head to the words and got a face full of stomach. You tilted your head up and saw a gorgeous man with hickory smoked skin, dark and luscious beard, and kinked hair. He smiled wide showing a row of beautiful teeth and you were momentarily struck stupid.
âFriend of Claireâs right?â He asked. âI hope.â He chuckled and licked his lips. Your eyes caught the movement, the slow glide of his tongue across the swell of his lips.Â
You swallowed a giant ball of stupid thoughts, nodding because you didnât trust your voice. You were going to have to marry Claire for this one. Absolutely marry her. Her boyfriend, Jay, was going to have to get in line.Â
The man stuck his hand out and you looked at it briefly, before looking back into his deep brown eyes. âKevin Atwater,â he said.Â
You sputtered and mumbled out your name, finally taking his hand and shaking it. His hand eclipsed yours, so huge with thick fingers. His nails were clean too. He smiled and finally took the seat opposite you.
You rearranged the napkin on your nap to give you a reason to collect yourself. You were not the type to go all googly eyed for a man. At least not where they could see. When you looked up, you caught the eye of the woman next to you who had been throwing her own pitying looks your way.
You smirked and lifted an eyebrow, communicating without words. She swiftly turned her gaze to her own date, fixing her already neat bun.
Kevin cleared his throat, pulling the seat closer to the table. His legs were so long however, that he still had a lot of room from the table to his olive green button up. It was open at the collar, giving you a peak at his chest and a black tank underneath. A hint of a chain He wore dark jeans and dark green boots to match and a row of bracelets on his wrists. He had already taken off his black puffer jacket when you werenât looking.Â
âYou find the restaurant okay?â You asked.
âYes, maâam. The parking though?â He asked and shook his head. You giggled, feeling giddy over the maâam comment rather than annoyed. He said it like it was a casual, Southern thing and not in a teasing way.Â
âI know. But I couldnât believe youâd never been to this place. I thought you grew up in Chicago?â You asked.
âI did. âBout some blocks that way,â he said, pointing South. âBut life got busy. Maybe I just needed the right sign to go.â
You smiled. It was a cheesy joke, but why was it working? Perhaps the wine finally got to you, settling low in your belly. Maybe the sudden ache in your pussy was from the alcohol and not the way he looked framed by the wall of lights behind him. Rather than sink out of focus, his face seemed only framed by it. Kissed by it. Like the light settled into his skin with the softest sigh.Â
âIâm sorry if I started without you,â you said, grabbing your wine and taking a sip. Youâd need your wits about you if you were going to remain cool and calm in his presence. After the disastrous first impression, you needed some points in your favor.
âThatâs fine. I probably would have to. Whatâs that youâre drinking?â He asked. He picked up the menu but didnât look at it as you told him the vintage. He nodded and gave you an approving grin.Â
âAlright, Iâve never had it. Is it good?â He asked.
You shrugged. âNot my favorite but itâll do,â you said. He grinned and caught the attention of a passing waiter. He ordered some type of bourbon, Old Emmer, and then the conversation turned towards the food.
âSince Iâve never been here, whatâs good?â He asked.
The Italian restaurant was famous for a lot of things, but none more so than the lasagna. Every time you had it, you swore up and down that someone in the kitchen was from the Old Country. You could taste the sunshine, hearth, and powdered hands as it worked the dough on the noodles. The tomatoes from the vine in the sauce. That hint of spice from the earth itself. The soft wool of the goat that provided the cheese. And the meat. You resisted the urge to pinch your fingers and kiss your mouth every time you thought of it.Â
âIâd sayâŚthe lasagna. I canât resist it when Iâm here,â you said. You hoped you sounded cool about it. If given half a chance, your enthusiasm would erupt all over the table and heâd be halfway down the street before you could call him back.
âLasagna it is, then,â he said. The waiter arrived with his drink and Kevin took a sip. He tilted his whole body back, pulling up his arm so that you had a good look at his throat. The bob of his Adamâs apple as he sipped it down.Â
You uncrossed and then re-crossed your legs, your thighs burning in the most unholy way. It settled low in your belly, echoing throughout your core. Nasty thoughts filled your brain. Thoughts you did not need to think about this man that was only sipping a drink.
He nodded his approval and the waiter asked if you were ready to order. Kevin motioned for you to go first, so you ordered the lasagna. Kevin ordered the same thing and then the waiter took your menus.
There was no more armor against Kevin and his attractive smile. âSo, what made you agree to a blind date?â You asked. As you tried to steer your thoughts to safer territory, you couldnât imagine a man as fine as him still remaining single.
âMy job doesnât exactly lend itself to a standard schedule. Makes it hard to meet some folks,â he said. He settled back in his seat and twisted his glass in his hand. The glass looked tiny in comparison.Â
You nodded. Claire already told you that Kevin was a cop, like Jay. You asked if it was tough dating a cop. She confessed that it was hard as hell because of the worry. Over the fact that he might not always walk back through the door. And thatâs with someone white. Kevin is Black and that brought an extra layer of worry.
You asked if it was worth it. A stupid grin spread across her face. She told you that it was. Sheâd do it over and over again. Plus the handcuffs helped.Â
âEspecially someone that doesnât automatically see you as a person,â you said.Â
Kevin nodded. âIâve had some tussles but Iâm still here,â he said. Your eyes darted to his body, taking in his thick muscles and corded forearms. You had no doubt that itâd have to be something huge to strike down Kevin Atwater.Â
âIâm glad you are. Okay, but seriously. Help me understand. How do you explain, all of that,â you said and waved to his whole body. âAnd no long term girlfriend.â
Kevn laughed. âI promise, itâs the job and just not vibing with anyone. There was nothing wrong with them, it just wasnât there. But now you have to tell me something. How do you explain all of that,â he said and waved to your body. âAnd no oneâs snatched you up yet.â
He smiled and rolled your eyes, refusing to laugh. âI find that some guys these days have to be still carrying around cavemen genes or something. Itâs really bad out there,â you said and shivered.Â
Truth was, it was incredibly hard to find someone that fit your brand of nasty. You loved sex. Had an insatiable appetite, practically thinking of it 24/7. But you also craved submission. You did so much every day, constantly finding the energy to breathe from second to second. Your work kept you down and your family was demanding. You had to keep up with friends and schedules and made hundreds of tiny decisions every day.
Mentally calculating what was too dressy, too girly, too boyish, too much, not enough. The last place you wanted to have control of was the bedroom. The last thing you wanted to do was order around a man in the sheets.Â
Sometimes you just craved masculinity. You couldnât define it but youâd know it when you see it. The way a man just went around being a man. Flexing muscles, taking up space, manspreading, protecting. What turned you on more was when a man was acting in defense of someone else.Â
And it was hard to achieve that with men these days. Because theyâd all reverted to primitive, banging on the drums type of seduction. One drink earned them the right to put their hands on your thighs. Buying you food was a ticket to second base. You couldnât submit if you didnât trust the fucker in charge of you.Â
Glancing at Kevin though, masculinity poured off of him in waves. You wondered what it would be like to submit to him. To hand over your orgasms and watch him treat them with love and care.
Your pussy throbbed in response like she loved that idea.Â
âDonât tell me itâs that bad,â he said and cringed. You gave him a funny look. He shook his head and cursed.Â
âWell on behalf of my gender, Iâm very sorry. Then again, it brought us together,â he said. He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at you. You giggled.
âOkay, stop. You know what youâre doing!â You said.
âWhat am I doing?â He asked. His voice grew a little rougher and you gasped.Â
âLooking at me like that,â you said. Your voice grew softer.Â
âHow am I looking at you?â He asked.
You were saved from answering by the waiter bringing you lasagna. One huge slice was placed in front of you, a sloppy square of dripping sauce and steam. Some of the edges were burned, the tomato sauce dark with spices. It smelled divine.Â
Kevin grinned and looked down at his meal. He gave you a wink, like he was congratulating you on a good choice. But you waited until after the garlic bread was placed between you. He picked up his fork and cut a piece of the lasagna.Â
Strings of cheese went with it and he rolled it around his fork. He brought it to his mouth and his juicy lips sucked up wayward sauce. You were treated to another sight of Kevinâs tongue on his lips.Â
He chewed and then moaned, a low and deep sound erupting from his chest. Your pussy throbbed with the unexpected praise. You felt good to treat him to something you enjoyed. You got the same feeling when you introduced a new artist or song to someone. But nothing as visceral as pleasing Kevin.Â
You finally bit into your own lasagna and closed your eyes, a moan escaping you involuntarily. You even did a little jig, as the food brought so many flavors to your mouth. Something savory with a tiny hint of sweetness. The cheese and noodles complementing each other so well. The meat soaked with the sauce that made you imagine ripened red tomatoes. Plump with flavor.Â
You remembered where you were, on a whole ass date with a literal offering from the gods. You opened your eyes and looked at Kevin who sat still with adoration all over his face. Like he witnessed the most magnificent phenomenon and couldnât make sense of it.Â
You gave him a sheepish grin but he gave you a shimmy back. He turned it into a Black person acknowledging that the food was good. No words necessary. Just brown eyes meeting brown eyes.Â
Conversation turned towards family as he talked about having to help his brother and sister after his dad went to prison. You nodded along, knowing that dance all too well. He glowed with pride as he talked about his siblings and how it was hard being their father and their brother.Â
He admitted they fell into some drama some years ago, but they were all heading towards healing. He was sad for the childhood he lost, but he would do it all over again. You wondered what it would be like to be so positive like him and Claire. The way they saw the bullshit day in and day out and got completely opposite experiences than you.Â
You tried not to be a storm cloud, shitting all over what came your way. You couldnât help it. Negativity was safer. A constant hammer against your soft heart to try and harden you up. But you still had that need to empathize with everything and everyone. And so in the end, it hurt just the same.
You told him about your family and friends and how you came to know Claire. You asked about him and Jay working together and he said that they got off to a rocky start, but ended up being brothers on the other side of it.
You loved listening to him speak. The deep, whispery tone of his that instantly put you at peace and your core set to burning. You longed to hear that whispered in your ear while he did something disgusting to you later.Â
Yeah, youâd already decided. You were taking this man home with you and you were going to hand him the reins. You hoped that he delivered. That his smooth and sexy interior matched the drop dead gorgeous exterior.Â
You were needy with want. Wanting him. It was an insane thought. Youâd only just met him. But his vibe put out someone trustworthy and you always trusted your instincts.Â
Dinner flew by with more fascinating stories from Kevin. You delved into past relationships and laughed at each of his horror stories. You told some of your own and was mortified how you could be so blind at the time.Â
You had a second glass of wine and he had more bourbon as you shared a dessert. The gelato was sweet and icy. You scooped some on your spoon and made a show of putting it in your mouth. Nothing outrageous, just something to tease him with.Â
He lowered his eyes to your mouth and you felt desired. You felt settled in your body. It was a heady feeling and you knew that it had all to do with Kevin. Once he paid the check, absolutely refusing you when you told him that you should pay since you suggested the restaurant.Â
You walked outside into frosty Chicago. No matter the time of year, it was a bitter place to be. The wind howled around your shins. You brought your coat closer around your neck. Kevin walked you to your car.Â
You didnât have to walk so close together. He didnât have to reach an arm out to keep your balance on low heeled shoes. Yet, your shoulders constantly bumped into his and his arm casually went around your shoulders.Â
You talked and laughed, dreading every inch of sidewalk you covered. You didnât want to leave him but you didnât know how to transition from this date to taking off his pants. When you got to the car on the driverâs side, Kevin smiled at you. You smiled back.
He stepped forward, pushing into you. You walked backwards until your back hit the side of the car. He pinched your chin, bringing your face closer to his. His eyes never left yours while he tilted his head.
âTell me Iâm not the only one feeling this,â he said. His lips brushed against yours and you sighed. You wanted to whimper.Â
âI feel it too,â you whispered.
âCome home with me then. Follow me home,â he said.
âIâll follow you,â you promised. Youâd follow him anywhere. This was the most radical thing youâd ever done in your life. Going home with a man after one date? The scandal of it all would turn your friendsâ heads. Not to mention, theyâd tease the fuck out of you about your blind date going well.
He smiled against your lips, lightly pressing in. He tasted like the bourbon he drank with a hint of pasta. It was a delicious spicy and savory mix that made you lean in for another one. He gave you a brief kiss and then pulled back.Â
âIâll see you there,â he said. He opened your car door behind you, smiling at you, and then tucked you in. You put on your seatbelt and he closed the door with a tap. He finally headed down the street to his own car. You started your car and pulled into the street.Â
The blast of warm air from the heater was just what you needed. Except itâd probably make you sweat harder between your thick thighs. You needed his hands there already, spreading your legs so he could look his fill. You could picture it all so well. So vivid.Â
He pulled out into the street and you followed him to his place. To his credit, he didnât speed up or take close lights so that you couldnât follow. He put his blinker on way ahead of time so you didnât have to scramble after him.
He led you to a corner building that seemed to be an apartment. The faded blue blended well into the dark night, reflecting the stars above. You found available parking and then got out of your car, looking for Kevin.
He walked down the street to you, collecting you from your car with that wide grin of his. His breath fogged into the night time and you smiled. You took your purse with you. You wrapped your hand around his forearm and he led you to the front door.Â
Inside, the place was as cramped as the rest of Chicago, yet roomy enough that you felt like you could breathe. The inside was nice. There was no peeling paint or stained walls. All of the lights worked and there was a first aid kit inside the doorway. You smiled at Kevin. He told you that he bought a building and planned on getting it fixed up. Something to fall back on after he was done with the force.
He led you to his apartment on the first floor and in the back. His apartment was well decorated in dark tones of mahogany and deep steel blue. There was brick on some walls and it all fit with his dark furniture. It was clean and homey at the same time.
There were sweet smelling candles on the coffee table and newspapers beside at a safe distance. He had a record player next to his TV and a rack of vinyl records underneath it. He turned on ambient lights, enough to set the mood without it being sleazy.
He took your coat off and then his own, hanging it on a rack behind the door. You couldnât walk two feet forward before he grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall. He thumbs rubbed your hips back and forward.Â
He hummed and moved his body closer so that from the chest down, there wasnât an inch of space to be found. He was so tall. So imposing. So incredibly taller than you that your brain melted.
âI can give you the tour now or later. If itâs now, youâll take your clothes off for every room we visit. If itâs later, itâs straight to my bedroom but I take my time,â he said.Â
Your body shivered. You were paralyzed with indecision. You wanted to do both. At the same time. You bit your lip, thinking about which you wanted more.
Kevin smiled. âNow it is. The foyer counts as a room,â he said.Â
You giggled because his âfoyerâ opened directly into the kitchen and living room. But you took off one shoe and Kevin smiled. He moved you into the kitchen. âThe kitchen,â he said.Â
He smelled so good, his natural scent filling the room since you were no longer outside. The kitchen was clean, dishes put away and a healthy row of seasonings. He knew his way around a kitchen.
You took off your other shoe, teasing him by technically following the rules. Just because you wanted to submit didnât mean you couldnât put up a fight. He took your hands and led you to the living room, his stormy gray couches made lighter by the few throw pillows. He turned on the light in the hallway, and led you to the bathroom. Your dress fell from your shoulders, around your hips, and down your legs. The shimmery material tickled your skin.Â
He showed you the bathroom. You were already wet from the timbre of his voice. Giving him a strip show and delaying the pleasure only made you unbearably wet. There was a particular ache in your pussy that you needed filled as soon as possible.Â
You glanced around the bathroom, his enormous shower. You took off your bra, sliding it from your shoulders and looking at him from behind your shoulder. He leaned against the doorway, filling it completely. He blocked out most of the light behind him and sucked in the warm light in his bathroom.Â
He had a lean to his wide hips and a hand on his belt. The other was above his head. He scratched his head as his eyes looked over your body. âTurn around,â he ordered.
You did as he said, turning around so that he could see your body. He walked closer, eyes straight to your breasts. Your breathing increased, watching him look at your body and find you appealing in so many ways.Â
He stopped in front of you and leaned down, planting a kiss to each breast. He hummed low in his throat. âI almost canât make it one more room,â he said.
You grinned. You took his hand while he brought you to his room finally. It definitely looked like him. Nice, clean, but an air of feeling lived in. He had photos of his siblings in his room, some artwork, and his huge bed. It had to be two king sized beds put together. Or maybe it was just your imagination. But you knew that he was tall as hell so he needed a bed big enough.
It was the final room. Kevin led you further in, half closing the door. He trailed a finger across your shoulders as he walked into the room, taking off his green button up. He stood in a blank tank underneath.Â
Next went his jeans. He kicked off his shoes and then tugged the rest of his pants off. Now he had dark gray briefs and a black tank on. He looked like the poster child on the packages menâs underwear came in.Â
He sat down on the edge of his bed and beckoned you to come closer. You walked closer, the natural swing in your hips making you feel powerful even though you were handing yourself over to this man.Â
It felt naughty. It felt kinky. You finally found someone who could help turn your brain off. Someone who made you so hungry with desire that you didnât notice anything else. You stopped in front of him.Â
âPanties,â he said.
A small word but a physical effect on you. You trembled with need while you slipped your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and tossed them to the side. Kevinâs gaze drifted down your body, stopping at the juncture of your legs.Â
Kevin crooked his finger and then you stepped forward, straddling his thick thigh. You whimpered at the pressure to your clit. Kevin grinned, gripping your ass and putting you in the spot he wanted. Somewhere between his knee and his hip, where you were perfectly balanced.
âLet me watch you give yourself pleasure,â he said. It wasnât a question. More like a soft plea wrapped in a demand. He deferred to your choices while still taking charge. You nodded.
You put your hands on his shoulders and gyrated on his leg, rubbing your pussy on his thigh. He had coarse hair there, but it only served as an extra bit of friction against your pussy. You whimpered more, finding a rhythm that rubbed against it well.Â
âOpen your eyes and look at me,â he said, that whispery tone tugging on a muscle in your leg. It jumped as you moved your body back and forth.Â
You opened your eyes and stared into his while you got yourself off on his thigh. He had one hand on your ass, squeezing every so often while you whimpered and whined. âCome on, let me see you let loose,â he whispered.
You whimpered more, getting closer to the sound of his voice. âLet me see it. Let go,â he continued.
You gripped his shoulders and squeezed your legs, so impossibly close. You gave one final sigh before you did explode, cumming on his thigh. You twitched and jerked, cries escaping from you.Â
âHmm, cum so pretty,â he mused.Â
He brought his hand down between your legs, spreading your arousal on his fingers. He moaned at how you soaked his thigh. He rubbed your clit before pushing his fingers inside of you. His fingers searched inside while he brought his lips to yours.
He treated you with a tender but scorching kiss. The kind that made you curl your toes. He nibbled on your bottom lip. You cried out as he rubbed against a deep part inside of you. He flicked his fingers a few more times and you knew that he found your sweet spot.
He mercilessly rubbed it while you sputtered and moaned. You clung to him, hands fisting his tank top. âShh, donât fight that shit. Cum again for me,â he said.Â
You huffed in a delicious, torturous pain. You were trying. You didnât mean to fight it, only that you were so turned on. You were afraid that youâd rip apart at the seams and never find a way back to your body.
But you continued to look into his drunken eyes, kissing along your mouth. Till it turned sloppy. Till you couldnât keep your eyes open a second longer. You felt your orgasm approaching once more. You were still nervous, but there was no holding this one back.
You gave up the fight, letting the orgasm wash over you. You were right. It tore you into tiny shreds. You cried out, twitching in his lap. His other arm came around to hold you still while he continued to finger fuck you.
Your legs shook on him while you rode an intense high. You never wanted to come back down. Reluctantly, you did. Kevin slowed his fingers and then finally brought them to your lips. He painted your lips with your cum and you smelled yourself.
Your pussy clenched and Kevin grinned. He kissed you, licking your essence and sharing it with you. Your tongues mixed and danced. You clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck.Â
You made out for some time. Felt like an eternity. Like you spent thousands of years kissing him and it was enough to sustain you. You began gyrating on his leg again. So fucking insatiable for a man of his size.
He pulled back slowly, keeping your lips pressed together for as long as he could. âNever gonâ get sick of that,â he said. âNow I wanna taste it.â
He made you stand up. Then he stood up himself, once more dazzling you with his height. He pushed you onto the bed and commanded you to open your legs. He palmed himself, adjusting his thick bulge, and then climbed onto the bed. He pushed you to the middle so that he had enough room to lay down.
He stared at you while he lowered his mouth to your pussy. The swipe of his tongue made you cry out. You came twice already, both times you jumped out of your skin. But you were greedy for another one. Rewarding him with moans every time he made you feel good.
You couldnât contain them. He made out with your pussy. Licking before suckling your pussy with his juicy lips. You moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper. He brought his fingers up to finger you again, spearing you with his thick digits.Â
âOh, Kevââ you moaned. âKev!âÂ
âSay my name again,â he moaned against your pussy.
âKevin!â You obliged, thighs tingling. You tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This orgasm was another intense one. Robbing you of breath and sight. You lost control of your body as you spasmed on his tongue. Kevin moaned while he sucked up your essence.Â
He stood up, and pulled his fingers from your pussy. He sucked on his fingers and moaned, winking at you. He pulled off his tank and then his briefs went next. His gold chain glinted in the low light. He gathered up some of your slick, rubbing the length of his humongous dick with it.
He was easily the biggest youâd ever taken. Long and thick, he had been hiding an entire monster all night.Â
âIâm clean,â he groaned, yanking on his meat. You whimpered, following the motion.
âI am too. Iâm on birth control,â you said. It was your turn to wink at him.Â
âLet me fill that pussy up then,â he said, groaning as his hand moved quicker. He stopped long enough to gather more, playing with your pussy before leaning back to rub the tip of his dick.Â
âFill me up, Kev,â you begged and laid down.Â
He gripped your legs and pushed them over his elbows. He hauled you closer and you yelped. Being manhandled sent a shiver down your spine. He spread your legs wider and then guided himself to your entrance.Â
You pushed your hand against his chest as he began to breach. He was so big. If it hadnât been for the foreplay, this would hurt even more. He chuckled. âYou can take me,â he promised.
He pushed against your hand and feeble attempt to slow him down. You hissed as he pushed inside slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in. You grew wetter around him and he groaned as it became easier for him to stroke.
He began to move his hips, rolling into the stroke and you hissed with more pleasure. He filled you up completely, taking him just like he said you would.Â
Your teeth chattered as you stared into his eyes, a look of sweet pain on your face, you were sure. You began to whimper, a growing storm deep inside. âI know, I know,â he cooed, continuing to stroke that long dick of his.Â
You cried out, his dick hitting your sweet spot. His mushroom head glided against your inner walls and you scrambled for something to hold onto. Your hands found his forearms.
âKevââ you cried, not enough breath to form his full name. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.Â
âBe good for me and cum on this dick,â he commanded.Â
You bounced on his dick, wetter by the second. He groaned as you slid easily on his dick. âCum on this dick, cum on this dick,â he chanted over and over, his harsh breath fanning across your heated, sweaty skin.Â
âIâmâ, oh fuck Iâmââ You groaned, throwing your head back while you came. You squeezed the hell out of his dick, holding on for dear life.
Kevin groaned on top of you, his strokes having to slow down while you came. âFuck, pussy feel even better,â he said. He kissed your forehead again and panted.Â
He was still stroking, getting stronger with each slide. âOne more,â he pleaded.
Fuck! You couldnât! Itâd been a while since someone tore your ass up. Your solo adventures never quite getting you there that many times. However, underneath Kevin, you felt another stirring. This one was quick. You felt it coming and yet you felt like itâd snuck up on you.Â
You convulsed on his dick with loud, whimpering cries. Broken and estranged sounds escaping you.Â
Kevin moaned, dropping his sweaty head to your chest. His lips found your nipples and he sucked on them, alternating every so often until they were hard little buds. He kissed along your neck and shoulder, stroking deeper at the closer contact.
You moaned, nails digging into his back. He moaned in your ear while his strokes increased. As if he had been holding himself back earlier and now he could let loose. Now his strokes could turn sloppy and desperate.Â
âFinna nut,â he moaned.
âNut in me, Kev. Please, please,â you begged.
âBeg for this nut,â Kevin hissed, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulled back, you sniffled.
âPlease Kev. Please nut in me,â you begged.
Kevin groaned, leaning up slightly and climaxing. Hot pulses of cum filled you and your body jerked, feeling the warm length of him inside you. Kevin pushed his hips in like he was trying to keep his cum inside. Let it soak deep into your pussy.
Kevinâs lips found yours in a sloppy, messy pattern and you licked at his lips, completely spent. He grinned and finally pulled out of you. You moaned as his cum slipped out too. Kevin lowered your legs, pushing them open so he could watch himself drip out.
Satisfied, he gave you a final kiss on the forehead. You sighed, settling into his bed like you were settling against a cloud. He returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned you off. He put it back into his bathroom and then he crawled into bed, turning off the lights beside him.
He was warm, impossibly so. Like a furnace all by his lonesome. You turned onto your side and he snuggled against your backside. âThat was incredible, thank you,â he said. He kissed your cheek.Â
âI should be thanking you,â you said, with a small chuckle.Â
He began to nibble on your ear. âStay tonight. So I can wake you up to my fingers between your legs,â he whispered in your ear.Â
âI canât say no to that,â you said. You didnât know the proper etiquette for a one night stand. Were you supposed to dip? Were you supposed to stay? One night stand implied that you werenât going to see him ever again.
But you wanted to keep seeing him. You wanted to experience this over and over again. The way he established control but still gave you plenty of chances to back out. You didnât have to make major decisions and didnât have to worry about anything but receiving pleasure. You were thoroughly hooked and needed far more than that.
âMaybe I should feed you some dick. See how well your mouth takes it. If itâll be anything like your pussy,â he said.Â
Your pussy clenched with his filthy words. Somehow lulling you to sleep. You were incredibly warm. He pulled the covers over you, trapping you with all his heat.Â
âSo many things I wanna do. Maybe I should tie your hands behind your back and face fuck you until I cum all over that gorgeous face,â he said.
You moaned softly, tiny gasps that filled the quiet space. âPlease,â you whispered. You didnât know what you were begging for. A break? You had so many orgasms tonight, you lost count. More? You couldnât survive another one at the moment, but fuck it. If you passed out, then you just passed out.Â
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. âIâll see you in the morning,â he said.
âYes, sir,â you said. You fell asleep with a goofy grin on your face.
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The Maid.
cw: nsfw, obscenity, cheating, blowjob, masturbation, dirty talk, slight overstimulation if you close your eyes, power imbalance.
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Standing on tiptoe you shake the shelf of the library that is quite high for your bad luck, at least this was better than cleaning in the kitchen. Being in the library was not so bad, it was quite quiet, you could work calmly without having to be rushed by the other servants or get so dirty. You stretch your arm a little further to get behind the shelf where there is a little dust and some cobwebs visible, your duster successfully catches them leaving the furniture cleaner than it seemed. You can feel a light scent of cologne flood your nostrils, you don't know it, but you know it is extremely expensive, a soft and pleasant aroma. You don't dare to turn around because you know that he is behind you, no word is said and his movements are as silent and fast as if he hadn't been there in the first place. Behind you he looks at your back and his eyes scan the worn maid uniform, did it look shorter today? Vincent smiles quietly to himself and the sound of his shoes hitting the finely decorated floor tiles can be heard all around the place. He carefully approaches the shelf you are cleaning on and places a red hardcover book along with the others following the pattern of books of the same size and color. His eyes observe you in detail, wanting to analyze you, his lips widen in a soft and reassuring smile, but the least you feel when you are near him is calm.
âAm I not interfering? âVincent asks still looking at her with strangely kind eyes that do nothing but seem like he is hiding something. You quickly shake your head although you shake your head again this time with your voice not wanting to seem too rude to your master, after all he had given you a chance to work in his mansion, the least you could do was be polite.
âNo, don't worry, Earl Phantomhive, I was just finishing up âyou shake your head a couple more times before standing properly, your feet starting to hurt after standing on tiptoe for so long after cleaning that shelf.
âExcellent. You see, I need you to clean my desk in the office, it's a bit untidy underneath. Maybe after your main tasks âhe asks, his soft voice echoing in your head.
âOf course, master âlosing count of how many times you had already nodded, you do it again. You answer him obediently which makes him smile even more and now it's him who nods and then leaves.
You watch him leave with elegant steps, you observe his expensive suit and how well it looked on him, a perfectly ironed black suit without a single stain, you watch how he caresses his son's head affectionately before going up the stairs to return to his workplace and his son laughs jovially leaving by his side. For some reason ever since Vincent Phantomhive had hired you, after you had almost begged him with your words how difficult it was to find a job in your circumstances, as the days passed the tension between you was more than evident to anyone who paid attention, but most of the time it only came from him. Every time he was close he would very discreetly brush against you and he found a way to do it perfectly to end up apologizing as if it had been an accident or like when he watched you from afar while you were doing your chores, like that time at the family dinner when you had to help serve the dishes with other servants and when serving him his hand brushed your thigh or maybe the many times he spoke to you in a peculiar way that he didn't do with any other servant. You were aware that he had a family, two adorable children and a beautiful wife, but still your mind couldn't help but wander and imagine what it would feel like to touch his hands, they looked warm, kiss his seductive lips and other things that a lady shouldn't think about in those times. You push away any other thoughts before they get worse and decide to continue with your tasks. The bookshelf was already clean, the next thing that followed was⌠oh, yes, the kitchen.
When you knock on the door you can hear a âcome inâ from inside the room, with that signal you open the door and close it behind you, as you approach the desk you see Vincent sitting there reading some papers, you canât understand what he says so you clear your throat before speaking and bowing slightly.
âEarl Phantomhive, Iâve come to clean your desk, Iâm sorry for the inconvenience âyou watch him and for a few moments his eyes donât seem to leave his papers, but he seems to listen to you before turning to you and giving you a nod. Bending down to the level of the bottom of the desk, you notice the dust and small mold spots in some parts, sighing silently you grab a white cloth and begin to remove the stains, forced to go further into the back of the desk. You jump a little when you see Phantomhive's legs crossed in front of your face, his black, polished shoes make it so you can see part of your face in them, you try not to pay attention to that and continue with your work, you jump again when his legs separate and open a little revealing a not very marked bulge between his crotch, you swallow quickly and your body tenses when he says your name.
âYes, master? âYou turn to him and your head peeks out from under the desk as you look at him expectantly.
âThere's dust on my clothes âHis eyes look at you and then point to his pants, there were traces of dust on his thighs and legs, he seemed to have gotten a little dirty while you were shaking.
âI'm sorry, Earl Phantomhive, I... I clean it? âYou ask with doubt and embarrassment in your tone of voice, which makes him raise an eyebrow and smile.
âYes, clean it âhe watches you carefully as you move closer under the desk until you reach his pants and carefully begin to wipe the dust with another clean cloth.
He seems amused, but you think the opposite, you are suffering an internal attack at this, but you decide to hide it with your modest facade. You finish slower than you thought and retreat from under the desk, straightening up you shake your uniform a little, removing the dust and dirt from the floor. You are picking up the cleaning supplies when he stops you dead in your tracks. Your name comes out of his lips again making your chest tighten.
âCome, come here âhis voice seemed more melodious than usual, his eyes seem disturbing as he watches you from his seat.
âYes, master? âstanding in front of him you play with the tip of your uniform before looking at him again.
âI want you to do me a favor⌠I've been feeling quite overwhelmed with so much work, I need to relax, could you help me with that? âhis eyes scan you as he leans his back against the chair.
âDo you need me to get you something? âyou ask hesitantly. It's a stupid question, his eyes seem to want something more, it's always like that, it seemed like he was playing a game with you. Standing up, he takes a few steps towards you and looks at you with a charming smile.
âYou're not silly, are you? âhe asks, looking into her eyes, his smile widening even more.
âNo, master âyou deny murmuring, your gaze deviates for a moment, but remains with his.
âThen you know what I want âhis voice suddenly rises at his words, he smiles when you nod. His hand runs along the bottom of your uniform and lifts it up a little before looking at you. You look back at him as you begin to squat down to unbutton his pants, carefully freeing his cock that seems to get bigger the more you touch him.
You hold him in your hands and pump him a little before caressing his tip with your fingertips, you stick your tongue out and lick around it, your hands carefully masturbating him while you suck on the tip, he tenses up even while standing and one hand rests against his desk. With more confidence you take as much of his cock as you can into your mouth sucking hard, your tongue makes small circles around the tip making him gasp and bring a hand to your hair caressing it. You spit a little to better prepare him, your head moves up and down with quick movements.
âT-that's enough âhe stops you with a small low growl, as if it had been difficult for him to separate himself from the good moment. Grabbing your hand to stand you up and push you without so much force against the desk.
The tip of the furniture touches your stomach and you feel his hands on your back, shamelessly lifting the skirt of your uniform removing your panties and leaving them aside, he looks at your hungry and soaked pussy that seemed to clench with nothingness waiting for something. He takes two fingers gently caressing your clit and inner lips before inserting them one by one, moving his fingers in and out with ease. You gasp loudly at the feel of his long, warm fingers fucking your pussy. He plays with you, for a moment he is accommodating and then stops abruptly and goes heartbreakingly slow. You let out a moan of annoyance when he stops again and pulls his fingers out, stroking your clit a few more times to try and hold you back.
âYou must be patient âhe declares. Positioning himself behind you, he grabs his cock and runs it over your pussy letting it get covered in your juices, an obscene sound is heard when he enters and you feel like it could be heaven. His hands rest on your waist to guide his movements as he watches your pussy swallow his entire cock and your ass slam against his pelvis over and over again, a gasp leaving his lips at the sight as he begins to go at a faster pace. âSilence, do you want us to be discovered? Hm? âHis tone of voice is more playful and he tries to silence you by squeezing his hands tighter against your waist when he hears your loud moan.
At this point it was inevitable, his cock was going in and out of you non-stop, his balls were hitting your clit, his hands were moving from touching your waist to touching your breasts carelessly, you felt like you were about to explode. What would happen if his sweet wife walked through the door and saw her husband with his cock buried deep in the maid's pussy? It would be a scandal.
âI'm going to fill you up, fuck, it must be lucky to have a little slut like you in my home. If youâre good, maybe I can use you again âhe murmurs against your ear just before he releases his load and fills your walls with white.
You clench your pussy at his words as you feel his hot cum paint your insides and continue to fuck you even though heâs already emptied himself. You moan as your pussy tightens around his cock again and you cum hard, your orgasm sweeping over you leaving you lying face down against the desk. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, watching as his cum drips out of it and some of it falls onto the polished, shiny floor. Putting his cock away and buttoning his pants back up, he sits back down in his chair, not even bothering to help you, instead going back to arranging his papers and reading them. Your legs shake as you put your underwear back on and straighten your uniform.
âYou must not question me here, understand? This will remain between us, without any indiscretions âhe says, looking at her out of the corner of his eye while writing something down on a piece of paper. Your head moves slightly at his words, you don't get to nod but you don't ignore him either. âAnyway, your services have been very well received. Come back here regularly... âhe falls silent at her last words and replaces them by quickly shaking his head âI'm going to need you for tomorrow, is that okay? âhis gaze turns to you, this time giving you his full attention.
âIt will be a pleasure, master. âyou answer naturally, obediently, without protesting, not that it was a problem for you.
âYou may leave now. âhis gaze leaves yours, returning to the paperwork on his desk and with a bow you open the door leaving the place.
Vincent's smile never fades, even after you left the room, he continues to smile hiddenly against his papers. What an obedient maid he had at his disposal, hiring you had definitely been a good choice.
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đša/n: I don't know if it's what I expected, but I had it in drafts and I wanted to finish it.
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â.ŕłŕż*:シ NOW THAT WE DONâT TALK â [E.W]
months after you & your childhood friend cut contact, you see her while out. on a date.
part one. > part two.
ellie punched you square in the nose, knocking you to the ground with a thud, and ever since then youâd been best friends.
itâs rough to tell the story that way but itâs the honest truth. third grade ms. lamontâs class, youâd taken her dark green crayon to color in the stem of your flower. she asked for it back for her dinosaur. you begrudgingly decline stating that âyou werenât done yetâ and âthe teacher said to shareâ sticking your tongue out at her. then she socked you.
the two of you sat outside the principals office awaiting punishment when she apologized for lashing out. you apologized for stealing her crayon. she forgave. you forgave. and you both played with the toy trucks she had in her pocket.
as punishment, you both lost recess for the entire week. you spent it together in the classroom cleaning the tables. ellie showed you how to draw all the flowers you wanted to and you showed her how to make a paper airplane.
as cheesy as it sounds, this routine never went away. here you both were in a waffle house at 3am, celebrating ellieâs 18th birthday. she was making an airplane out of the napkins.
âwe should get matching tattoos.â she says, not looking up at you. face fixated on perfecting the object. you shake your head rapidly. âgod no. please donât ever say that again.â
she shrugs on her final fold. âone of these days.â
you shoot her a small smile, eye falling down towards the tulip youâd drawn her in 8th grade, proudly etched onto her forearm.
how could things have fallen apart so easily? a simple miscommunication and she started to slip away. you called each other less. your texts lessened as the days went by. she didnât call you on your birthday? did she forget?
you couldnât stomach the thought so you pushed it down as far as it would go. going the long way home so you wouldnât have to pass her home. hating all the places you both used to go. blocking her on everything just to feel a small sliver of peace. even though the lack of clarity was eating at you. why hadnât she answered you? why was she never home when you came by? she was the first girl to ever really break your heart.
and though that pain still sticks in you like a knife, you decide to move on. silently hyping yourself up as you walk into the small cafe. your head peaks around searching for a blonde matching the profile, but your eyes fixate on the girl behind the counter.
there she was, flirting with a mystery beauty while she mixed up someoneâs coffee. the girl laughed so hard that she nearly tipped over, and your daze was broken by a stranger trying to get by behind you. time was still frozen, though. for you atleast. she looked so different, more tattoos and shorter hair. tulip turned into an extension of a sleeve. it hadnât been more than a couple months but it felt like itâd been years. just looking at her made it feel like she was slipping through your fingers all over again.
and then she turned around and looked at you.
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CHAN
His cock is definitely pale on the length and has very prominent veins running along the length.
His cock curves upward in a soft arch perfect for hitting the best spots inside someone.
The head is a soft pink color. The prettiest cock. The pale length matching the pink head perfectly.
The head doesn't protrude off the length much but just a little, perfect crevice to run your tongue along.
He keeps himself shaven or with stubble.
I think he'd be about 8 inches in length and a bit girthy but nothing too thick.
If you can picture the prettiest pink cock, soft and defined, length and girth the perfect size, that's Chan's cock.
MINHO
His length is tan and honey colored with one prominent vein running up the underside of his cock.
It curves slightly to the left but nothing extreme.
It's heavy and about 7 inches long and not as girthy as Chan's.
It's almost delicate looking, as delicate as a cock can look.
The head stands off the length, a deeper crevice between the head and length.
The tip is a pretty mauve color. Pinkish Purple in color, contrasting the tan skin beautifully.
He doesn't like being completely clean shaven so he always has perfectly trimmed stubble.
CHANGBIN
Heavy and girthy. Tan length as well.
He's about 6.5 inches long but what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth.
VEINY. Multiple obvious veins decorate his length.
The head is a soft brown and pink color.
Again, his cock is heavy in the best of ways. If you can imagine a muscular cock, it'd be the best way to describe Changbin's cock.
It Curves downward because of the weight. His balls on the larger side as well
Stubble is the most pubes he'd have but never completely bare and clean shaven. Man scaping is very important to him.
HYUNJIN
Pretty pretty pretty soft and delicate
Another pale and pink cock. The head a deep pink color bordering on red.
The veins in his cock are visible but not protruding. Keeping it looking so soft.
Clean shaven 24/7. Adding to the feminine and delicate look.
I wanna tie a pretty pink bow around it.
His cock doesn't really have any curve to it, mostly straight but with the tiniest barely visible upward curve.
I think he'd have a long and skinny-ish cock. Maybe 8-8.5 inches and the length the same girth as the head.
Uncut and pretty, the soft pink head poking out of the foreskin but in the prettiest of ways.
He'd have a mole/beauty mark on his pubic bone, right above his cock and slightly to the right. Perfect spot to kiss.
JISUNG
A pretty deep honey color with a red head.
A couple of veins travel the top and sides of the length that poke out more towards the base of his cock.
Either clean shaved or with a tiny bit of stubble. Mostly keeps a small amount of stubble tho but his balls are always clean shaven.
7ish inches long, maybe a tiny bit less. Not particularly girthy but just enough to stretch his partner open for him.
Curves slightly up and to the right. With heavy and pretty balls. His balls don't hang far from his cock.
Picture a pretty, tan, soft, leaky cock and that's Jisung's cock.
His cock is like a mix of soft boy and fuck boy and God does he know how to use it.
FELIX
Pale with a red mushroom head.
Also uncut and pretty.
His cock is on the smaller side at 6-6.5 inches, not very girthy but he knows how to use it.
Curves upward a bit with soft veins going up the length. 2 veins standing out the most
He also stays clean shaven with pink swollen balls.
Another very soft and delicate cock. But very leaky as well.
Resembles Hyunjin's cock the most but shorter with a bright red tip.
SEUNGMIN
His cock is about the same size as Felix's but a bit more girth to it. Heavy cock.
Tanner than Felix's and Chan's cocks but not as tan as Minho and Jisung's.
He'd have longer pubes. Not a jungle or even a bush but long enough to be softer than stubble but short enough to lay mostly flat to his skin.
I also can't see him being circumcized. the foreskin a soft pink color to match the darker pink color of his head.
His veins aren't very visible but can definitely be felt inside his partner.
Soft downward curve. Not as heavy as any of the others cocks.
Light, delicate, pretty, tan cock. His balls are smaller and don't hang very low.
JEONGIN
Long and pale. Porcelain skin covers the length and a dark purple/pink mushroom tip.
Not girthy at all, his girth is about average but he'd be the longest at 9-9.5 inches.
Not the biggest fan of manscaping but he keeps himself trimmed and pretty.
Smaller but heavy balls that hang a bit lower from his cock.
Beauty marks paint the skin around his cock. Some on his pubic bone, on the inside of his thighs, traveling up to his hips.
Veiny as well but still softer looking. The veins visible but not standing out too much.
He'd have a slight curve to the left and his head would definitely be the leakiest.
Very very sensitive on the tip and the underside of his cock where the most obvious veins is. The vein his partner would love to follow with their tongue.
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Hello! I hope you are doing well ^^ Can I request for Sanzu Haruchiyo with a chubby reader where reader wants to try Ab riding but is too shy to tell him about this.
COME ALONG FOR A RIDE
SANZU HARUCHIYO X CHUBBY READER
content warnings âââ slight body insecurities, bonten sanzu, drugs, guns, smut, abs riding.
notes. i'm sorry it took a long for me to finish this. hope you like it. thank you!
á° synopsis .á you've been thinking about it a lot but never brought it up afraid of what he may think but sanzu is more than pleased to give what you desire.
âi can't give what you need pretty girl if you won't speak.â the scars in the corner of his lips animatedly move as it turned to one of his signature smirk.
his coat hanging into one of the expensive chairs. leaving him only in his usual formal suit. pale violet vest with matching slacks. his thumb and forefinger grasping your jaw to meet his green eyes gleaming with joy although a crazed one to be exact. his long lashes flattering in a elegant manner.
you sat in the bed, embarrassed. desire pooling between your legs as you rubbed your thick thighs together. the tight fitting dress hugging your plush body and considering how tighter it was than the usual and shorter. your little ministrations making the dress ride up exposing more of your skin to be considered immodest as what others may say but sanzu loves it.
after meetings with his executives followed by cleaning out the traitors of bonten, he sure deserves a reward. something to ease and relax him other than what his pills can do. his pretty baby waiting for him all dolled up for him to ruin.
tonight, he knows something is going on with that pretty head of yours. stealing glances from him time to time and the way your throat move from swallowing. he knows about you every minute more than you could ever know. doesn't mean he's not around he doesn't know anything what's going on with you.
you avert your gaze at him. you can't even make the words without looking at him. you want him so bad.
âspeak up, doll.â he firmly orders to you and the words forced its way from your mouth.
âcâcan i ride your abs for tonight?â you stutter. swallowing thickly and you look at him, afraid. your face felt hot and the tears making it's appearance in your eyelids. you should have never asked.
his grin grew wider from hearing your request. grasping your jaw tighter to look at him fully. his eyes gleams like a maniac, one you've seen often when he's killing traitors or those who dared to get closer to you.
âshould've told me sooner, pretty girl.â his scars appearing wider than it already is from smiling.
even with the cool breeze coming from outside in one of the highest floor of the expensive hotel with the overview of city lights. you can't quell the desire growing stronger and hotter. naked in the bed, straddled in sanzu's hard abs. he lays there amused. his pink-colored hair splayed in the soft pillow, a huge grin plastered on his face while he watched you grind on his abs.
âh-haru...â you moaned out. your palms pressed in his chest. back arched while your hips back and forth to get that delicious friction. your clit throbbing every time it brushes with his firm muscles. the smooth skin of his abs adding stimulation that your thighs shakes from every movement.
âthat's it, pretty. show me what you can do while you ride me, 'kay? make yourself cum and i'll reward you.â he praises and still have he smirk in his face doesn't disappear while you rode him. your slick drips and trails from the lines of his abs and if it wasn't filthy and hot he doesn't know what is.
your breasts squished between your arms and your tummy folds while it jiggles from the movement of your hips and your breathy moans occupying the space of the room. you face sweaty with a timid look coming from you. all the hard work and the troubles he dealt today disappearing slowly while you used him for pleasure. careful now, he thinks he might get addicted to this but he didn't care about it.
âyou cumming for me, baby? sâshit, do it for me baby.â he rasps out, chuckling at your shaky form.
he buries the heel of his feet in the soft duvet. arching his back slightly for you to get the stimulation you needed as you get nearer from your edge. your hips grinding harder and your body jolts. your aching clit hitting the firm muscle. instinctively cupping your breast and rolling your hardened bud to prolong the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.
â'm going to cum now, haruâ you warned him. your hips rutting desperately and faster to his rock hard abs. âthat's a good girl, cum for me now, pretty.â
and with a whine, grinding harder making your clit hit that same spot all over again you came in his abs. the clear, sticky liquid of your cum spreads messily to his stomach. you pant, recovering from the high and the strands of your hair sticks to your face.
you look at the man who granted you in indulging your desires for tonight. he looks contented, happy even and you're more than ready to please him whatever he wants for tonight.
âthink you can ride me again, pretty?â you nod at his words in which he replied with a smirk. âthis time in my cock.â
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IkĂŠmen Series Expo 2024 - A âVillainsâ Original Short Story
This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Cybird owns everything. This is exclusive content for IFC members that gained it via point accumulation during the event. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not share my translations. Thank you! âž
This story features: Ellis, Liam, Harrison & Ring. The stories are dialogue only (Cybird's doing not mine.)
Ellis: Oh, itâs my acrylic stand.
Liam: It is, and this is my card.
Ring: Thereâs also buttons.Â
Liam: I donât know which one I want.
Ellis: For now, why not collect and organize your own merch?
Liam: Good idea, thenâŚ.what should I get?
Ring: Isnât this armor cool.
Ellis: Itâs Mr. Nobunagaâs acrylic stand, his armor isnât something found in the West.
Ring: Ah, it doesnât exist in the UK or Germany. Are there other types of armor that exist.
Liam: Itâs nice they each have their own colored armor, I wonder what our colors would be.
Ellis: I think youâd be pink Liam. Ring isâŚ
Harrison: What are you excited about?
Liam: Ah, Harry!
Harrison: Your hands arenât moving. Arenât going to work hard so the robins can enjoy it.
Liam: Sorry, I got really excited.
Ellis: Harry, youâre all done?
Harrison: I organized the goods so theyâre easy to grab.
Harrison: You guys only put your own merch upâŚ..
Ellis: I want people to see and get my goods firstâŚ..
Liam: I put my merch upfront because I want them to see how well made it isâŚ
Ring: âŚ.IâŚ.for some reason
Harrison: Haaa. Come on, put it back. This wonât be done no matter how long it takes.
Liam: Okaaay.
Ellis: Yeah.
Ring: Sure.
Liam: Hey, doesnât this Harry merch look good?Â
Ellis: These Jude goods are so cute.Â
Ring: Nicaâs merch is nice too.
Harrison: Hey.Â
Liam: Willâs card looks so stylish.Â
Ellis: Rogerâs acrylic stand looks just like him.
Ring: Dariâs tooâŚ.
Harrison: âŚ.Oi.
Liam: Oh, Lord Elbie is beautiful! His beauty doubles when merch is made of him.
Ellis: Victorâs hair looks so smooth seeing it like this.Â
Ring: Alfonsâ personality comes out in his goods tooâŚ..
Harrison: âŚ..Set up!
Liam: Oh, sorry!
Ellis: Sorry.
Ring: I-Iâm sorry.
Harrison: The space you guys touched is nothing but a mess.
Harrison: Who said theyâd work hard to get set up.
Liam: MeâŚ..
Ellis: MeâŚ..
Ring: I didâŚ
Harrison: âŚ.Liam line up the larger goods. Ellis, clean the shelves, and Ring handle the smaller items.
Liam: On it! Ring, letâs do our best.
Ring: Oh, by the way, where should I put this?
Liam: Is that this one.
Ellis: Iâll dust the upper shelves.
Harrison: Itâs finally getting it doneâŚ..
Harrison: Why am I in charge?
Ellis: Harry?
Harrison: Hm, something happen?
Ellis: I hope the robins will be happy.
Harrison: âŚ.Oh, thatâs right.
Ellis: I hope theyâll be the happiest when they see our merchandise stand.
Harrison: Iâm not sure about the happiest, but theyâll be happy.
Ellis: Heh, Iâm looking forward to it now.
Harrison: âŚ.I see.
Liam: Harry, come here!
Harrison: Yeah, what is it now?
Liam: Do they look better placed this way, or that way?
Harrison: Either way is fineâŚ.
Liam: No itâs not, I have to arrange them in a way thatâs easy for the robin to look at them.
Harrison: In that case, I think itâd be better to put the larger items on an upper shelf.
Harrison: Since theyâre shorter than us, it might be harder for them to reach the items on top shelf.
Liam: Thatâs true, thanks Harry.
Harrison: No problem, you okay?
Harrison: Your fingers are shaking as you line up the merch?
Ring: Iâve never done a task like this before.
Harrison: You donât have to fine tune it so much.
Ring: But, I want them to think that the display looks pretty when they see it.
Harrison: âŚ.Want me to help too.
Ring: No, Iâll do each of these hereâŚ..ah.
Liam: Huh!
Ellis: Wah!
Harrison: âŚ.Bad move.
Liam: All the goods you lined up fell like a trail of dominoes.
Ellis: The dust pile fell down, due to the impact,
Ring: Thereâs a lot of dust the fell on top of the merchâŚ..
Harrison: Worstâs come to worstâŚâŚ
Ring: I-Iâm sorry! Itâs my fault, Iâll clean it up quickly!Â
Liam: Wait! Youâre going to bump into something,
Ring: [Gasp!]
Ellis: Ringâs arm bumped into a lower shelf, and now itâs all messed up.
Ring: S-sorry!
Liam: Itâs okay, letâs start again, weâve got dust in our heads.
Ring: AhâŚ..
Liam: Haha, weâre all matching.
Ring: âŚ.Haha, itâs true.
Ellis: Itâs kind of funny.
Liam: Harryâs the dustiestâŚ..Harry?
Ellis: Harryďź
Ring: Whatâs wrongďź
Harrison: âŚâŚI, am NOT your guysâ babysitter!
Fin.
Quick, someone get Harry a double shot of extra extra super sweet strawberry milk, a cupcake, and a Sherlock Holmes novel STAT! ....Poor Ring lmao.
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Best Friend's Mother Masterlist
Chapter: One
Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader
Summary: You finally meet Wooyoung's father, and he isn't who you were expecting at all.
WC: 3.3k
CW: Mostly more plot/character development, but suggestive at the end (teasing, flirting). Wooyoung is a brat (no one is surprised), Seonghwa uses pet names on the reader (darling, dear, (little) doll)
AN: Ahhh, here we go, first official chapter! There's no smut just yet BUT the next chapter will be, promise! I hope you enjoy!
Tag List: @hyunjinsjeans
You let out a huge sigh of relief as you submitted your final assignment for the semester. You flopped back onto your bed and laughed in relief, feeling your pulsing headache beginning to ebb away.Â
The last day of the semester came way faster than you were prepared for. And you werenât nearly as stressed as your normally wouldâve been.Â
Maybe because tonight, you and Wooyoung were leaving to go visit his dad.Â
Wooyoung told you the next day after you asked that his father responded with an âenthusiastic yes,â and couldnât wait to meet you. The last week of the semester flew by after that, and now you were here.Â
You checked your phone, and you had thirty minutes before you had to meet up with Wooyoung before you started the drive back to his dadâs house. Thankfully, youâd packed most of your things the night before, so you spent your time double and triple checking everything, and collecting everything else you might need.Â
And before you knew it, Wooyoung was texting you.Â
Heyyyyy
Iâm parked outside your dorm, I finished early
Did that essay kill you?Â
Come onnnnn, we gotta go sooooooon
You ignored his texts until you were leaving the dorm. You got outside with your bags, being met with the early Winter weather. Cold air, a little bit of snow on the ground. Par for the course for northern November weather.Â
Wooyoung got out of the car and helped you with your bags. âDid you bring your whole closet?â He asked as he put them into his trunk.Â
âI had to, this is all I have.âÂ
âOh, right. Well, you can borrow some of mine if you run out while weâre there.âÂ
You were going to be with Wooyoung and his dad, and maybe other family, until classes started again in January. A whole month away really was a small vacation, and you were ecstatic to be away from this building with your best friend.Â
âThanks, Wooyoung,â you said softly, hoping you wouldnât have to bother him with borrowing his clothes. He smiled and motioned for you two to get in the car.Â
And then you were off. It wasnât a long trip, about a forty minute drive, but it felt way shorter to you. You were both incredibly relieved to be away from school, but also incredibly excited for what this Winter Break would hold.Â
Your heart was pounding as Wooyoung entered his home town. He hadnât told you much about where he grew up or where his dad lived, so when Wooyoung drove into a rich suburban neighborhood and pulled into the driveway of an extravagant house you were floored.Â
The house was a minimalist, modern aesthetic. The colors were sharp and contrasted starkly, the windows were clear and clean, there wasnât a speck of dirt anywhere.
âYou didnât tell me your dad was loaded,â you joked as Wooyoung turned off the car. But when you looked at him, he was nervous. You couldnât really fathom why Wooyoung was nervous to be home, unless he himself didnât want to see his father.Â
But if Wooyoung didnât want to see him, why did he bring you along? It didnât make sense.Â
âI need to tell you something about my dad before we go inside,â he started, looking down at his hands in his lap, fidgeting with them. You couldnât help the numerous ridiculous thoughts that filled your head, trying to predict whatever Wooyoung was about to say.Â
âMy dadâŚâ He was already hesitating and trailing off. Warning bells were going off inside your head. Wooyoung thought for a long while, before you could see him mentally make the decision to just rip the bandaid off. âMy dad isnât a masculine man. He prefers to dress like a woman.âÂ
And you sat stunned for a few seconds as to why your best friend thought this would be an issue for you.Â
âWooyoung, Iâm sorry, but do you know me?â You asked. He looked up at you, and along with nervousness, guilt started creeping into his eyes. âI donât care how your dad wants to dress or act, as long as heâs not an asshole.âÂ
You saw Wooyoungâs whole body relax, melting back into the car seat. He laughed softly. âYeah, I donât know why I was so nervous. I just didnât want you to be surprised when we went inside to see him.âÂ
You nodded, and smiled encouragingly. He smiled back, and you both went to get out of the car.Â
As you two were grabbing your respective bags, Wooyoung said âah,â remembering something. âBy the way, he prefers being called âmomâ.â
âAre you sure your dad doesnât have something to confess?â You said, half joking. Wooyoung laughed and shook his head.Â
âNo, no, itâs not like that. Believe me, I asked a couple years ago. He likes being a man, he just also likes looking feminine.âÂ
And then the nervous excitement bubbled up inside you as you both walked up the driveway, then the sidewalk, then the stairs to the front door. You could feel the mix of emotions clawing at your body from the inside out as Wooyoung struggled to grab the correct key.Â
The excitement of meeting your best friendâs dad, along with the nervousness of wanting to impress him was making your stomach churn. But not in a way where you felt sick, your body just didnât know how to calm down from everything.Â
Wooyoung finally got the key out and unlocked the door. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and run away.Â
You walked inside and were greeted to the inside of the house reflecting the outside. Modern, stark, clean, but with tasteful decorations scattered throughout. Some paintings, statues, plants, decorative lights.Â
But all of that was second to the gorgeous man in front of you.Â
Wooyoungâs father-or, mother, as he preferred-was sitting on a large, plush couch to the left of the door, watching a movie. He looked over the couch and smiled at the two of you. You forgot to smile back, because you were staring in awe of how someone could be this beautiful.Â
You didnât hear what he was saying as he stood up to greet you two, because you got a full view of him and all the air left you.Â
He was wearing a long sleeved sparkly sweater dress that stretched down to his knees, with sheer tights underneath. His black hair was fluffy and fell freely around his perfect face, reaching down to his jawline.Â
Oh, his eyes and smile made your knees weak. You could feel nervous tremors run up and down your thighs.Â
What mightâve surprised you the most was his hourglass figure. He had tits, hips, and a tiny waist.Â
Oh, what a Winter Break this was about to be.Â
âHey!â Wooyoung called, and you suddenly remembered you werenât in a dream. Both men were looking at you, Wooyoung slightly annoyed, and his mother amused. âEomma, this is my friend. This is my mom, Seonghwa.âÂ
âItâs wonderful to meet you,â Seonghwa said, holding out his hand. You took his hand and tried to give the best handshake you could. His grip was firm, but delicate. Your eyes flicked down to look at his hands, and to your surprise, even his hands were feminine.Â
âThank you, itâs good to meet you too,â you babbled out, struggling to make sure your voice didnât waver. Seonghwa smiled warmly as he pulled back, and he turned to Wooyoung to hug him tightly. Wooyoung struggled to return the hug with his bags on his arms, but he still managed to make it work.Â
âDid you go out?â Wooyoung asked Seonghwa as he pulled back, looking over his motherâs outfit. âYouâre all dressed up.âÂ
âNo, but my son and his friend visiting me is reason enough to dress up.âÂ
You swear you could feel your head starting to get light. Wooyoung glanced at you, then back at his mother.Â
âOkay, well, Iâm gonna go unpack.â Wooyoung looked at you before continuing. âThereâs a guest room close to mine, Iâll show you.â You nodded, and you two started for the stairs.Â
âDonât be too long!â Seonghwa called, âDinner will be ready soon!âÂ
You felt your heart stutter at the mention of a home cooked meal for the first time since you couldnât remember when.Â
Wooyoung brought you down the hallway, turned to the right, and stopped at the end. âThis room on the far end is the master room. Belongs to my mom, obviously.â Wooyoung waved his arms around to express his point, then motioned to the door on the left side of the hall, the one he was in front of. âThis one is the guest room, and the one on the other side by the corner is mine.â He pointed to the door all the way down the hall.Â
You nodded, your eyes betraying you and drifting to Seonghwaâs bedroom door. The forbidden room, your brain was telling you. You had no reason to go in there, but the idea of going beyond it-Â
âOkay, dude, I can see that you were checking out my mom, okay?â Wooyoung blurts, making you whip your head back to him. Youâd hoped you didnât look as obvious as you felt, and your worst fear came true.Â
If Wooyoung saw it, so did Seonghwa, and the mortification slowly took over your body as you felt your face burn hot.Â
Your first instinct was to apologize, but you stopped yourself. All possible words left you, and you just stared at Wooyoung with fear and embarrassment all over your face. Wooyoung sighed and shook his head.Â
âWeâll talk about this later, go unpack your stuff. Wait until I come get you.â And with that, he walked off to his room and disappeared into it.Â
You didnât even get to appreciate the gorgeous room you got to stay in, because you were too consumed with guilt to properly look over it. It was large, lavish, and comfortable, but you felt awful as you started unpacking.Â
You were drooling all over your best friendâs mom the second you walked in the door. You couldnât help yourself from feeling awful the entire time you put your luggage away.Â
You jumped a whole foot in the air when you heard a knock on the door. The door creaked open and Wooyoung peeked inside. You were just finishing up as he came into the room, and you felt simultaneous relief and dread.Â
Before you could stop it, words began tumbling out of your mouth. âLook Woo, Iâm sorry, I know it was insanely disrespectful of me to act that way in front of your mom, I shouldâve acted better and I-âÂ
âWoah, slow down,â Wooyoung said, holding his hands up. You stopped and swallowed back the rest of the words you thought of saying. You realized then that Wooyoung didnât look upset anymore. In fact, he looked resigned. âIâm not mad. I think I was just protective.â He looked away for a second before he looked back at you. âI didnât want you to think of my mom as some kind of porn character.â
âNo, never!â You immediately blurted.Â
âI know youâre not like that, and Iâm sorry I snapped at you.â You could see in Wooyoungâs eyes, he felt remorseful. You found it a little weird, because he was justified in being upset. âPeople have done it in the past, he thinks he found a partner, and it turns out they liked the idea of having him as a personal porn star object, nothing more.â
The fact that such a revelation didnât surprise you made you doubly upset.Â
��So, I guess, what Iâm saying is,â he started, and then sighed again. âI mean, if you fuck, just donât tell me about it.âÂ
The bluntness of his request makes you choke, and you can feel your face instantly burn hot. Wooyoung finally breaks and laughs, and his laugh makes you laugh.Â
You really were lucky to have an amazing friend. Not because he just gave you permission to fuck his mom, but that you could have proper conversations about issues and settle them like the adults you were.Â
Then again, you both clearly still acted like teenagers, but it was like a wise man once said: Thereâs a time and place for everything.Â
The three of you were sitting around the small dining table in the kitchen, enjoying the dinner Seonghwa had made for you all. Despite saying that it was a âsmallâ table, there was still tons of space left over. You could fit much more food and people at this âsmallâ dining table with how much space there was.Â
The food was delicious. Half because Seonghwa was clearly a skilled cook, and half because you hadnât eaten anything made with love in so long. The fact that it was made with love and care put into it made it taste stellar.Â
âSo,â Seonghwa started, looking over at you. âWhy are you spending your break with us?âÂ
You expected this question. Youâd rehearsed it a million times over.Â
âI donât talk to my parents, and the rest of my family already has plans this year.â It was the truth, but it didnât give away too much information. Seonghwa gave you a sympathetic look with a slight pout. He mustâve realized you didnât wanna talk about it more than that, because he didnât push for you to explain more.Â
âWell, Iâm happy to have you.â You smiled and said a soft âthank youâ before taking another bite of food. âYouâre welcome.âÂ
You expected Wooyoung to be rolling his eyes with every look you gave Seonghwa, and to be annoyed with how permanently flushed your cheeks were. But to your surprise, he was giving you little smirks the entire meal, and giggling silently when your voice wavered as you spoke to Seonghwa.Â
Itâs like you two never really grew up. Two little kids giggling at each other from across the table, almost reminiscent of teasing your friends about their crush at lunch time.Â
The big difference here is that your fucking crush is your best friendâs mom.Â
And yet despite how obvious you two mustâve been, Seonghwa never commented on anything you two did. It was as if he hadnât noticed a thing.Â
You survived the rest of dinner, with light talk about how you and Wooyoung met, how school was going, your major, and more about you as a person.Â
Seonghwa began to clean up when you all were done eating, but you grabbed your dishes and brought them to the sink.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Seonghwa asked as you began to rinse off your utensils. He looked genuinely stunned, and you couldnât understand why.Â
âCleaning?âÂ
âYou donât have to do that.â Seonghwa took the dishes from you. Not forcefully, but gently removing them from your hands. âI know, itâs polite to help, but I donât mind cleaning. I actually like it.âÂ
âBut you cooked. Itâs the least I can do,â you argued. Seonghwa looked at you for a moment, then smiled. You felt your stomach flip over, and smiled back to cover it up.Â
âThank you, dear. Thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
The name shouldnât have made you as flustered as it did.Â
You spent the next few hours with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, continuing to talk, having some movies as background noise. As you sat with them, you observed their dynamic, and learned more about both of them in the process.Â
Your irrational theories about Wooyoung being averse to Seonghwa couldnât be more wrong. He was relaxed, comfortable, and he clearly loved his mom. Wooyoung was cuddled up to Seonghwa towards the end of your conversation, his head basically on Seonghwaâs chest and his arms around him.Â
After the final movie, all three of you decided it was time to head to sleep. You said your good nights and went to your separate rooms.Â
But despite the comfortable bed, the wonderful room, and the hospitality of Seonghwa, you couldnât sleep.Â
You looked at your phone, you shifted around, you tried walking around, but you didnât feel tired. You were getting frustrated after a couple hours.Â
You decided to go get a drink of water. Maybe it would calm you, or walking around would take your mind off trying to sleep.Â
You quietly made your way out of your room and down the hallway, using the light from your phone to guide you. As you passed Wooyoungâs room, you heard him softly snoring.Â
You got into the kitchen and carefully navigated to the cabinets. Seonghwa and Wooyoung both had shown you where to find cups in case a need like this arose during your visit. You didnât expect to need it the night of, but here you were.Â
You found a glass and got your water. It didnât make you feel any better, but it did feel nice.Â
âCanât sleep, darling?âÂ
Your whole body jumped as you whirled around to look for the owner of the sound. You knew it was Seonghwa before you saw him, but you still werenât prepared to see him in the archway, leaning against the wall, in a long black silk robe with flowers all over it.Â
You shouldnât have been fixated on the fact that his robe was open enough for you to see the line that ran down his chest, and the slight ridge of each side.Â
He laughed softly before he spoke. âIâm sorry for startling you.âÂ
His voice was deeper than it was before. Smoother, almost. Like chocolate sauce.Â
âItâs okay, I know you didnât mean it,â you mumbled, trying to keep your eyes on his face. That ended up not working out as his eyes made you feel small, and you looked to focus on your glass instead of him.Â
But what you didnât know yet was that Seonghwa didnât like to be ignored. You looked at him when he spoke to you. It was a rule like any other. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and you listen to Seonghwa.Â
He walked over to you and grabbed your chin, turning your head to look up at him. Your mind went blank and your stomach churned inside you like a washing machine. A smirk pulled the corners of his mouth up as your cheeks turned red yet again.Â
âThere we are,â he cooed softly, his voice hardly more than a rumble in his throat.Â
âSeonghwa, what are you doing?â You said, your voice wavering on every word. Amusement sparkled in his eyes as he moved even closer, his hand moving to the back of your neck.Â
âDonât tell me I was hallucinating the looks you gave me since you showed up. Did you really think I wouldnât notice you checking me out the entire time?âÂ
Of course not, you knew there was a strong possibility he knew everything. He was at least over double your age, he was no stranger to all of this.Â
âI just didnât think youâd do anything.â You began to stutter more as you struggled to pick the right words. You could see it clearly, in his big dark eyes, that he was enjoying watching you fight to stay composed.Â
âAnd why wouldnât I? Youâre a cute little doll, how could I resist?âÂ
Your heart gave one massive beat you could feel throughout your whole body. The air in your lungs was sucked out. Your head felt light. You didnât feel like you remembered how to stand.Â
Seonghwa laughed again, and his eyes shifted to something more hungry. More primal. âCome, little doll,â he said, pulling you even closer until you were pressed up against his chest. âWonât you stay with me for the night?âÂ
How could you answer with anything besides âyesâ?
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summary: killing kim myeong-gil would bring many people satisfaction. as hyeon-ju, gun-woo, woo-jin and the others begin to plan on how to do it, choi knows that there's someone in seoul who would take part in it with much pleasure.
wordcount: 3.348k (i got a little bit excited, the other chapters gonna be shorter don't worry)
tw: swearing, almost-fighting, so just plain bloodhounds-things (i update this section with every new part of the story)
author's note: i watched the k-drama in one day, it's wonderful. a little explaining for the "y/h/c", i wrote it with creme-blonde haired character so i'd recommend some extreme or light color. other than that, it's free for every hair color!!
in the burger shop, the pregnant silence after gun-woo's confession about the loan and his mother's cafĂŠ shop was broken by the arrived burgers, brought by woo-jin. hyeon-ju's face became hard again.
"as you heard, my grandpa is no longer a loan-shark. he provides zero-interest loans to people in need. but we occasionally come across punks who try to take advantage of his good heart. yang jae-myeong was one of them. he lied about his mother needing to get an operation. he borrowed ten million won and vanished. it took me half a year to track him down. i saw him begging in front of a train station. at first, I thought he had really become homeless, but i noticed how clean his teeth were as I was passing by. so i tailed him, I found out that he and his goons were pretending to be homeless and stealing IDs from actual homeless people. they use the IDs to create shell corporations and open bank accounts. then they con loan sharks and take out loans anywhere from tens to hundreds of millions of won. this tactic was so professional, we thought there could be someone behind yang jae-myeong. i heard that this person had connections to yang jae-myeong. do you know him?"
after the photo was shown, they talked about how to follow yang jam-myeong's gang, but before the trio stood up from the table, hyeon-ju nodded to the guys to stay sit. digging into her jacket's pocket, she took out a piece of paper that seemed to be like a photo.
"before you begin stalking the gang, i want you to find this girl. i didn't have the time to talk to her, since i was searching for yang jae-myeong, but now i want you two to talk to this girl. gun-woo, tell her about the loans your mom signed and what happened after. she's hard-headed and kind of keeping to herself."
"fine, but who's she?" woo-jin asked, as gun-woo looked at the picture. long y/h/c hair, the mask was on her face, but she had wide, clear speaking eyes. ones like woo-jin's, the ones you look in and can read from them without a loud word.
"she's y/n. i heard my grandpa talk about him on the phone, this was the only picture i could get about her. she doesn't have instagram, facebook or any of these apps, i took this from my grandpa's office. it's possible that she won't open up to you, but it's a must to talk to her."
"yeah, i get it. but why do you want us to find her?" gun-woo was also interested about this question. was she an enemy? young kids can also be stolen by criminals and raised by them, to be as loyal as a dog can to do anything for theirs.
"y/n is good, don't worry. as far as i know from what my grandpa said on the phone, she is someone whose parents were close to my grandpa. she followed her father's track and trained herself in the most brutalist martial arts, like the israelite krav maga, the russian systema or muay thai."
"aisssh, i wouldn't want to confront her in any way", woo-jin said. gun-woo thought about these fights; he only saw muay thai on tv, and that seemed really dangerous in itself. he knew that as soon as they begin to track the girl, he's gonna search up the other two martial arts on his phone.
"yeah, me neither" gun-woo added.
"will you two do? and asking for her phone number?" hyeon-ju asked, the guys nodded.
"yes, of course. but i'll bring a white flag just in case", woo-jin answered as they stood up from the table.
a few hours later, gun-woo and woo-jin were on the streets, wandering around buildings.
"fuck, how can we find someone in a town where nearly ten million people lives?" woo-jin asked. gun-woo looked at the picture.Â
âhyeon-ju said that sheâs a pro in martial arts. maybe we should look in the gyms?âÂ
woo-jin patted his chest, âlook, a real genius here.âÂ
going to every gym around the town, gun-woo and woo-jin began to lose hope.Â
âmaybe sheâs working today or just doesn't feel like coming down to train.â gun-woo began to think about what to tell hyeon-ju if they donât find the girl. she sure will be pissed or angry, but this is a really difficult task.Â
âaish, gun-woo, donât be like that! would you say something like this? people like us, people who train daily, their safe place is the gym. feeling sad? go to the gym! feeling happy? go to the gym! did your date went well? go to the gym! you just broke up with your girlfriend? go to the gym! look, for every problem, thereâs a solution, and the solution is calledââ
as woo-jin talked and talked, gun-woo thought heâs hallucinating. on the other side of the crosswalk, a girl tapped on her phone. same (y/h/c) hair, same (e/c) eyes, the same way she dipped her shoulder as she looked behind her, even the black sweater was the same. she wasnât tall, the arms of her sweater weren't puffed from muscles. maybe she isnât y/n, but they can try.Â
âwoo-jin, look. do you think that is her? y/n?â he asked, cutting off his friend. woo-jin looked at the picture, than at the girl, than at the picture again, and the girl again.Â
âhonestly, how could we know if we donât ask her?â woo-jin smiled, just as he always does when heâs in some doubtful situation. they began to walk behind the girl. she wore earphones. woo-jin went to tap her shoulder, but when he touched her shoulder, the girl turned around, grabbing woo-jinâs wrist to keep him still so she could punch him in the face, gun-woo hurried to stand beside woo-jin. the girl took out the earphones with her free hand.Â
âwhat the fuck do you want from me?â she asked, looking up from under her eyebrows, looking from one second to another at each of them, like she waited for some attack. she really was a pro, gun-woo said to himself. gun-woo had to admit that she was quite pretty. not like pretty girls from clubs or his high school and university, or the nurses at the marine, but some pretty girl that his mother would like to date him. he bent deep down.Â
âwe are sorry to disturb you, but we have a question. we donât mean harm, we donât intend to hurt youâ he said fast, and the girl let go woo-jin after looking at the guy, and making sure he nodded. the girl turned, pointing to one of the restaurants.Â
âcan we talk while i eat? i just came out from training, iâm starving.â woo-jin and gun-woo nodded, following the girl.Â
âso, what did you want to ask?â the girl began eating. woo-jin looked at gun-woo, who watched her dainty fingers grabbing the utensils. he sighed and took out the photo, placing it down to the table so the girl could see, she stopped eating instantly. pulling up her eyebrows, she distanced from the table a little bit. before any of the guys could talk, the girl began to speak fast and stark. âare you from the police? the secret service or some fucking spy-bullshit? what the fuck do you want from me? it doesnât matter, i shouldn't talk to any of you, iâm not gonna do this shit. how did you get this photo of me?â gun-woo wanted to talk, but the anger in her eyes made his mouth shut. âdoesn't matter, i hope i'll never see you again.â she began to pick up her things. gun-woo thought about hyeon-ju, sir choi, her mother, and the ugliest guy that beat him up that night in the coffee shop.Â
âwe just want to ask you about your name,â he spoke clear. âweâre just curious if youâre y/n or not. anyway, my name is gun-woo, and heâs woo-jin.â
âyeah, why? you probably know this because you have every information about me.â she replied, her chest rising and falling a little bit faster than usual.Â
âno, we donât. we⌠so, well⌠we know a man whoâs name is sir choi. and her granddaughter⌠her granddaughter told us to meet you.âÂ
y/n looked around herself, like checking if someone else was there as a spy or some third wheeler, but when everybody was lazily chomping down on their dinner, being on their phone with some boring video or tweet, she slowly sat back down. sir choiâs name moved something in her, because she leaned closer to the guys.Â
âif thatâs what about i think it is about, then this is some serious shit. really, maybe the most serious shit in seoulâs money and business history, so if you truly mean sir choiâs name, than i really recommend you two to turn around and walk away from all of this. understood?â gun-woo sighed.Â
âi think that iâm deeper in this than i wanted toâ, he replied, the girl looked at him from under her lashes.Â
âwhat do you mean? is this about loans?â gun-woo nodded, the girl looked up to the ceiling, sighing, letting out a long whisper of swearings. âthen we aren't talking about the price of my dinner, aren't we?â Â
âwe don't talk about money, we talk about catching the men who are behind this.â woo-jin continued, y/n looked up at him, smiling sadly.Â
âi hope that you are alright in the head, so you can understand that this is nearly impossible.âÂ
âit is not, believe us. we gonna find a man whoâs in contact with them.â y/n sighed, looked to the side, looking at her phone.Â
âhow can i trust you two? really, anyone can talk to me about this, anyone who took loans from the old man.â âwe found this photo of you in sir choiâs office.âÂ
âyou two? how did you get into sir choiâs office? not even his closest people could get there.â gun-woo looked at woo-jin, sighing.Â
âwell, not us, but his granddaughter. her name is hyeon-ju, we are her so-called bodyguards.â
âi donât know anyone whoâs name is hyeon-ju. so, summing up, not sir choi, but his granddaughter wants to talk to me? why?âÂ
woo-jin looked at gun-woo. âcan we talk a little bit?âÂ
âsure.â y/n responded, turning back to her food. woo-jin gulped.Â
âshould we tell her about the plan? yang jae-myeong? but what if hyeon-ju wants to tell her this?â
âi think she would understand it better if we told her. she doesn't know who we are, and sir choiâs name means something to her, but in this case, sir choi doesn't know about our mission.â woo-jin shrugged his shoulder, turning back to y/n.Â
âitâs about catching a man whoâs in connection with the loan-sharks, and the one smile capital. since hyeon-ju told us to find you, we think that youâd be interested to catch these guys.âÂ
âthis is real, they have some repayments for me.â gun-woo somehow knew that this wasn't about money, but how could he ask when they knew each other for two hours?Â
âso, are you in it, or not?â woo-jin leaned forward, offering his hand for a handshake. y/n pointed up her forefinger.Â
âone talk. only one session with hyeon-ju, and then i decide whether i'm in or not.â she stated, woo-jin and gun-woo nodded, while they smiled lightly. looking at each other, they shared the âwe made itâ-look, making the girl scrunch her eyebrows. âokay then, where and when should we meet tomorrow? i guess this can't wait, if thatâs so important that you found me.â y/n brushed her hair behind her ear, gun-woo didnât miss the tattoos on her fingers, and theÂ
âmaybe⌠tomorrow at noon? here, in front of this restaurant.â gun-woo offered, the girl nodded.Â
âdeal. see you guys tomorrow!â she said as she stood up, gun-woo stood up too. he didn't know why, he just felt that he needed to accompany the girl, no matter where she went home.Â
âwait, y/n!â the girl turned around, woo-jin looked at him like he had some shock or something. âwhere⌠where do you go home?âÂ
âto yongsan, and you?â she asked, gun-wooâs eyes lighted up.Â
âme too. would you mind if i⌠so, maybe we can go home together?â he asked, hoping that the girl wouldn't mind.Â
âyes, we can. goodbye, woo-jin!â she answered easily, bidding goodbye to the guy beside gun-woo. after she went out of the door, woo-jin began to lap gun-wooâs back.Â
âaye, gun-woo! did little y/n just trickle some love into your heart?â he asked grinning, gun-woo shook his head.Â
âno, itâs just⌠what if she gets into trouble at night? itâs dangerous.â gun-woo answered innocently, making woo-jin do a little âtskâ in the corner of his mouth.Â
âby her grabbing on my wrist before he almost punched me to death, the one who needs protection is me!â woo-jin dramatized the situation, pointing at his wrist.Â
âshe didnât do anything, and she wonât again. she seems⌠peaceful.âÂ
âyeah, well, stopped beating me because she found his prince.â woo-jin continued the teasing by adding some eyelash flutter that girls do when they find someone really handsome, making gun-woo roll his eyes. âokay, well, just go. and tell me everything when you get home. or⌠if you haul up at hers. or i hope that your house has thick walls and your mother doesnât mind the constant whining noise!â he giggled, having fun. he could tease his friend forever, now that this girl was in the picture.Â
âwoo-jin-ah! donât do this!â gun-woo replied, making woo-jin laugh.Â
âokay, okay! have fun, and bring her too! donât forget to ask for her phone number!âÂ
âgoodnight, woo-jin.âÂ
stepping out into the chilly night air, y/n waited for him. they began to walk to the bus station. gun-wo thought about what he should ask from her. family? no, that's too personal, and they just met today. he wasnât good with girl stuff, only had one girlfriend and she dumped him after two months, when he applied to the marine.Â
âso, since when do you box?â she asked, making gun-woo looking at her wondering.Â
âhow⌠how did you know that i box?â y/n snapped with her tongue, looking at him. she had pretty eyes, and although her mask was on, she seemed like this was the easiest question in her entire life.Â
âwhen your friend grabbed my shoulder, his grip was firm, his palms are not too big, but they are strong. he lifted his other arm, just in case he needed to protect himself. i think i even saw your friend on the tv. you two are muscular, it can be seen from under jackets, but your legsâ aren't as muscular as your torso. in other martial arts, you need to train your legs too, to kick as strong as you can, but in boxing, you only use your arms. oh, and bodyguards are most of the time professional agents, but you two are young. or am i wrong?âÂ
gun-woo didnât know how to respond, he wanted to tell her how cool it was to deduce what they did, just from looking at them.Â
âno, you are right. and⌠hyeon-ju told us that you are a pro in many martial arts, so⌠since when do you train?âÂ
âsince my childhood. itâs not that difficult, many movements and styles are similar.â
âdid you fight competitively? like, in championships?âÂ
y/n shook her head.Â
âno. only in gyms, i donât like championships. you can get burned out easily. but i guess, since you asked that, you do championships. what is it like?âÂ
gun-woo smiled under his mask. y/n was really cute as she asked about him. otherwise, maybe he could never tell her these things. he wasnât a man of words, and only a few times he knew what to say.Â
âyou would like it, really much. before covid, the arenas were filled with people, and the energies, the mood was really high and good.â
y/n hummed as they got on the bus, sitting beside each other. gun-woo protested that he should sit on the outer seat, and as y/n didnât sense any dangers from him, she accepted and sat down.Â
âi hope that this hyeon-ju girl is cool, because i had some cat fights with others in the last weeks. girl fight in the gyms, you know.â
âcat fights? with girls?âÂ
âyeah, but it wasn't so serious, i wondered where all the girls were, who'd ripped each other apart. a year ago, those fights were brutallic, like some freaking mma-cage fight, and now⌠at there, we say about these lazy gym-championships that there were no claws, but only strokes.âÂ
gun-woo snickered.Â
âand these gym fights, do they pay well? or⌠do you work somewhere?âÂ
the girl looked at him, scanning him from bottom to top while leaning to the glass window, leaning on her elbow, tilting her head. âyou donât look like a drinker, so i donât think we would meet at my workplace.â
âyou're a bartender? woo-jin would like this! he likes to drink, sometimes, always saying how good he can bear alcohol.â
y/n laughed.Â
âyeah, he looks like the typical tough guy who grew up on the bad side of the river, but when the two of you constantly looked at each other, i knew that heâs just as rookie as you.â
âyeah, thatâs right. we began to work recently at sir choi, we are his granddaughterâs, hyeonjuâs bodyguards. but she said she donât need bodyguards.â
âbut if she doesnât need you, then how did you stay?âÂ
gun-woo sighed.Â
âi⌠i begged for her to stay. i have a debt to work off to sir choi.âÂ
âoh, so you work down the loan sir choi gave you, and this is the way you are affected personally by these loans?âÂ
gun-woo thought about that night. when in-beom beat him up, when the boss threatened him not to call the police because his mother would end up dead, when he felt like he canât do anything. looking at y/n, he didnât want this girl to get involved in this business. gulping, gun-woo nodded.Â
âyeah. my mother too.â
âyou work for your mother and her protection? you take life danger upon yourself so that she doesn't get hurt?â y/n asked, pulling together her eyebrows.Â
âwe could say so.â
y/n sighed, looking forward, leaning back on the seat. looking at her hands, picking at the tattoos she had on her fingers. after a few seconds, she bent closer to gun-woo. she had dauntlessness and bravery in her eyes, without a blink of her eyelashes. her lashes were longer than usual, giving her the attitude on the outside as on the inside. pressing the get-off button of the bus, she gathered her bag in her lap.Â
âi understand it now. in this case, count me in, too.âÂ
gun-woo looked at her.Â
âwhy? you doesnât even know what is this about, this is serious danger, y/n.âÂ
y/n shrugged her shoulders as gun-woo let her out from her seat, as they stood, y/n gave her a piece of paper.Â
âbecause itâs personal for me, too. see you tomorrow, gun-woo.âÂ
gun-woo bent deep down as the bus stopped.Â
âthanks, y/n, for talking to us, and not beating up woo-jin.â
y/n giggled, and bent slightly down too.Â
âthank you for giving me an opportunity.â
as she got off, gun-woo sat back, folding out the paper. it was her number, they didnât even ask for her number and she gave it to him! on the paper, there was a little message too.Â
show this to hyeon-ju. you guys forget everything. make sure she notes my number. and donât worry, we are going to figure this out, one way⌠or another. y/n.Â
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author's note: i hope you liked the first chapter. sorry for my english, it's not my first language, and i just got back to writing after a looong break. leave a like or comment if you liked it!! by babes
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