#i believe you shouldn't be afraid to get your hands dirty

[eleemosynecdoche]

Gonna go relieve my anxieties about whether being a white-collar worker and femme makes me intrinsically assimilationist by crashing a local high school GSA meeting with a baseball bat. Statistically, all of those evil little kiddies would be very uncomfortable if I started screaming "faggot" at them out of the blue, which proves they're homonationalists or whatever. Forfeits their right to a life without lasting damage from blunt-force cranial trauma, I M O.

[moriitis]

Hey! Happy holidays, moriitis!

This is an unusual curiosity, but... What do you think about Toby being a father?

I feel like he wouldn't like having a child, or maybe he would, I don't know... do you think he would be a good father? (Let's suppose that hypothetically you have a daughter)

Have a nice Christmas, I love you! 💗

Father!Toby Rogers HeadCanons. Fem!Reader.

FIRST, I wanna say how fucking weird it was reading this ask at 5 am because I shit you not, before I went to sleep THIS VERY THOUGHT crossed my mind and I told myself I was gonna write this today. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. No, on a real note, glad we are on the same wave length. I LOVE THIS and thank you for requesting it! Have the most happiest of holidays yourself! <3 AND NO I LOVE YOU.

Content/Warnings; abortion, mentions of miscarriages, blood, birth, children, babies.

If you had asked him what he did on a specific Wednesday two weeks ago, he'd have no idea. That was one of the downsides to being a proxy; the memory loss and foggy mind. But fuck, did he remember the morning you told him you were pregnant. His heart fell through his ass, his skin colour turning fifty shades paler than usual.

Admittedly, his first reaction was to laugh. He'd snort in your face and narrow his eyes suspiciously toward you.

"Weird fucking thing to say."

Would be one of the first things he would say. Because you pranked him so often that he simply didn't believe you and it was such a weird fucking thing to say? What a weird prank?

But when you didn't laugh, his lips pursed nervously and he shifted from one foot to the other. The silence was louder than anything as you both stared at each other. The seriousness on your face, this was going too far.

"You're on birth control... right?"

And before he knew it, you were tearing up and right there and then he wanted a hole to swallow him up and eat him. This was bad, no, worse than bad; this was really fucking serious.

Slender would fucking kill him, he'd kill him first and then kill you. This wasn't supposed to happen, shit, he shouldn't have been fucking with you in the first place and now you were fucking pregnant?!

He wanted to panic, he wanted to dart out the door and leave forever but he was tied to Slender. Not just as a proxy, but a slave; a mere worker.

It was the look on your face too, he couldn't leave you? What kind of man were he? Not that he had a particularly good role model for what being a man was like

God forbid he turned into that man.

"Okay."

He would start -

"Okay, okay, ooookay."

He was reassuring himself more than he were reassuring you and his hands reached out to grip firmly on your shoulders. This didn't have to happen, he could.. well, you could fall down some stairs or better yet, drink some alcohol? That'll get rid of a baby, right?

Those thoughts, those dirty, putrid thoughts. What was he thinking? He was disgusted in himself but he couldn't help it, he was panicking.

He couldn't be a father, he was not made to be a father. What if he turned into him? What if he were to.. god forbid it, lay his hands on the babe? He was a dangerous individual, why should the softness of a baby stop him?

Perhaps it was because it were.. his baby. A life growing inside of... you.

"I can't do it."

He admitted.

"I am not fit to be- I CANNOT be- Our life- What we do- No, no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you but-"

He was rambling. He was afraid, he couldn't bare to look at you because what if he were to suddenly lay a hand on you?

Sitting down with Toby and talking to him was the best option. To clear your minds, to form a plan - to figure out what to do and whether you both wanted this baby.

Toby was honest, so brutally honest that frankly it made you burst into tears.

"It's not that I don't want it- it's that I-.. I can't."

His words hurt so much but he promised he'd be there to help you each step of the way. Fuck, he'd even get Jack in an attempt to try and help with the termination.

But word travelled fast and it sure travelled quick.

Slender's rage was not shouting or screaming; it was the eerie silence or disappointing faceless stare he would give you. It was the nausea that followed, the anxiety that riddled itself in your blood stream.

And just like that, Toby's whole life was gone. You had just.. simply disappeared. And it killed him, the unknowing of what happened to you. It killed him to think that he could've possibly killed you.

But you were not dead. Slender had come to an... agreement.

You were to stay a proxy but you were to terminate the child and with that, he sent you on the other side of the forest. In a cabin, alone and to deal with your emotions.

Jack had came to aid you with the termination.

But something inside of you told you that.. you wanted this child. That perhaps this child was a chance of hope, of normality. That maybe you could escape.

And you hated to bare such a burden on a child that was not yet born.

It took a lot of convincing from Jack, a lot of persuasion to keep the baby and to do regular visits to ensure it was growing healthy. You were to birth the baby alone, for Jack couldn't risk getting caught. But he taught you well, how to handle it and of course gave you lots of books.

It was risky, going against Slender. He would know something was up, especially since you had not come back as quickly as he had expected.

So Jack lied for you, he hated it but did it nevertheless. What was he going to lose?

He told Slender you were in a coma and that he needed to do regular checks to ensure you were alive.

Slender wouldn't know, fuck, Slender wasn't human - so the lie worked perfectly.

The pregnancy was rough. Unwelcoming. You vomited everything up, you were unable to gather firewood due to the fatigue - so on most nights you would be freezing alone.

A part of you didn't expect the baby to survive. That you would miscarriage.

But weeks slogged into months and you were bursting.

And you had to do this alone.

You didn't count how long you were in labour for, but it felt like for days.

So much blood, that something was wrong and you just knew it.

But you pushed through, with each book Jack had given you being an aid.

The baby was born during the night.

And she did not cry. Nor weep, nor whine.

Your heart dropped.

You were slumped on the cabin floor, blood pooling around your thighs and knees as you doubled over. There, on the towels beneath you, were the child. Pale, small.

If it weren't for the shock, you would've moved instantly. But you couldn't. All you could do was watch in disbelief, your head glazed in sweat.

But motherly instincts kicked in quick.

And you reached for the scissors, cutting the cord and making haste to save your daughters life.

Your daughter. A girl. You had no idea what the gender were but it were evident as you helplessly rubbed the babes back, hoping to clear some airways to hear that cry.

Relief washed over you, a cry that would've seen irritating for some; music to your ears.

You had a daughter - she was alive!

It took Jack a couple months until he passed by again, he was on his rounds locally and knew he needed to check up on you. A part of him expected to find you dead and half of him prepared himself to the smell of death as he itched closer toward the cabin. The smell of the rotting corpse either being you, the child or both.

But there was a new smell. A sweeter smell.

He wasn't sure why he was surprised when he discovered the cooing child in your arms but he were.

You had named her Lyla.

And you ached for Toby.

Jack couldn't vouch for the coma lie anymore and he knew that soon you were to be caught.

So, he did what he thought were best. He dragged Toby's sorry ass here. And it took a lot of convincing.

Toby succumbing to depression at the idea of losing you. Spending most days in bed, grieving.

So, when he walked into the cabin, he quite literally dropped to his knees, it was like everything inside him had been healed.

"You're alive-?!" Toby choked out. A part of him believed he were dreaming. His eyes scanned every fibre of your being, your hair, eyes, lips and.. the baby in your arms. His mouth hung agape and you couldn't help the stream of tears that came flooding down your cheeks. The brunette couldn't lie, he couldn't say that you looked well because you didn't. You looked.. so hungry, so weak and yet this beautiful child looked so healthy. "You- is that- am I?" All you could do was nod to his words as you approached him, Toby barely able to find the courage to look at the child in your arms. No, he had to make sure you were real first. His hand reached out, fingertips barely grazing over your cheekbones and there he smashed his lips against your own.

It took a lot of explaining and Toby was.. well, in shock for an hour or two as he tried to come to terms with it all. The idea that you did this.. alone. That you carried this child alone for months, that you gave birth alone. He should've been there, he would've been in a heartbeat!

But that voice in the back of his head reminded him of the words he spoke to you on the day that you announced you were pregnant. Oh, how they were not true.

Because as soon as he glanced at the baby, he knew in that moment that he wanted to be.. a father. Well, he wanted to try.

"She's beautiful.." he whispered, voice hoarse as he fought back the lump in his throat. Toby reached out but stopped himself. What if even a mere touch would make the baby disappear? What if.. somehow, he hurt her?! His expression pained as he hesitated, between wanting to love but being too afraid to do so. The both of you exchanged glances, your own look encouraging him silently. You trusted Toby, despite his nature, despite what he does; you knew he would never hurt her. And you relayed those very thoughts with a look alone as you gently urged the little bundle toward him. Toby wanted to decline but slowly, he took the baby within his own arms. He was awkward, freezing and sitting as still as he could, like she were made out of glass. It made you laugh. "You're not going to hurt her," you reassured with words this time. "But what if the day comes that I do?"

When Toby found out his daughters name were Lyla, he broke down into tears. He was crying so much that he kept calling himself 'such a little bitch' between each sob.

It was pretty funny.

But you didn't laugh, you just rubbed his shoulder reassuringly as he sobbed tears over his daughter.

Which prompted Lyla to whine softly.

And then Toby cried more because he thought he hurt her. Shit, this man was more hormonal than you were.

It took Toby many weeks to adjust to this new lifestyle and he tried his best to form a bond with his daughter. You had the pleasure of nine months to form a bond, Toby had no time to prepare at all.

But it was hard because every time he looked at her, his heart broke into a million tiny pieces.

She was too perfect, too beautiful and anxiety consumed him at the thought of losing her. He had just got you back!

And you were the two girls in his life he loved ever so dearly.

So, he insisted that he looked after her more. Despite the fact that every time he held her, he wanted to fucking die. He was too damn anxious for this shit.

Admittedly, as weeks turned into months, you were thankful for Toby's willingness to parent more often.

But it was hard at the start

It seemed Lyla hated Toby and it frustrated Toby each time she would cry whenever she were in his arms

She was clingy, and you understood both of their emotions.

So when Lyla was asleep, Toby would feel his emotions get the better of him too. He would be angry, but his anger turned more into sadness as he stormed off into the wilderness for some alone time.

And this happened often. Toby needed time and you understood this, a part of you feeling guilty for thrusting this parent role upon him so suddenly - especially after he expressed his discomfort with the idea of being a father.

But it was still early days.

And you were unsure on what happened that particular night but when Toby came back from his usual walks, he was a different man.

And when he gently scooped Lyla up into his arms, it seemed she noticed that too.

Perhaps it was the confidence? Or how calm he appeared?

Whatever it was, it seemed now they were inseparable.

The love in his gaze as he rocked Lyla gently in his arms, like he was holding his entire world and nothing was going to take that away from him.

Well, that was until Slender found out.

And it turned into a literal shit show.

The way Jack came storming into the cabin, bursting your little bubble you had created, your idea of a happy, normal family disappearing as quickly as you had dreamt it.

The panic on Toby's face as he knew.

And you knew.

You expected worse, but Slender was... forgiving.

You were unsure what was said, whether Jack had swayed his mind or perhaps if Toby promised some unspoken promise.

But the cabin you had given birth in was to become your home.

On one condition.

You were banished. No, you would not go back to society - especially not after the things you know and had seen, but you were to stay here until your death. Which would not be a peaceful death, but that day would come. For now, Lyla was fine and despite your worry about her future; Slender agreed that she would be fine.

You did not trust the entity's words. But you were thankful nevertheless.

"How the hell did you get so big?!" You heard Toby yell from the living room, Lyla's giggles followed. From the corner of your eye, Toby spun her around in the space of the living room. There was no denying that the scene warmed your heart, but also made you chew the bottom of your lip anxiously.

Toby always said that you worried about her too much and maybe you did, but fucking hell... if her ankle caught the table or her head on the wall! Rushing over, you quickly waved your arms out. "Whoaa, okay, hold on- she's gonna hurt herself or get sick-!" you quickly spoke, trying to pitch your voice a little louder than Lyla's giggles. Toby stopped momentarily, Lyla in his arms and he looked at you with a questioning look. "She's fine, see?" Toby held her out and she flopped in his arms, almost looking as if she were about to drop on the floor and instinctively you threw your hands out to catch her. The brunette could only chuckle as he bundled her up close to his chest. "You worry too much." Those same words again and you rolled your eyes, a soft crinkle of irritation evident in your brow. Lyla was.. fine and perhaps you did worry too much, but Toby didn't really understand the concept of.. gentle playing. Like the times he'd throw her in the air, it make you wanna vomit at the idea of her hitting her head on the roof, or god forbid - he drops her. She was too little for this roughness and deep down, she'd always be your little baby. But Lyla was nearly two and it broke your heart to admit that, as much as you enjoy watching her grow.

And she preferred playing with Toby than with you. Mostly because she was a carbon copy of Toby himself. From the nose to the hair colour. She had your eyes though, so screw you Toby.

Toby became the very man he promised himself he would become, the very father he wished he had himself.

Loving and caring. Lyla was most certainly Daddy's little girl and Toby wore that badge with pride.

If it weren't for the circumstances and for the fact that Toby does not own a wallet he'd have little pictures of his daughter nestled away inside the pocket of his wallet.

Despite the bumpy start, Lyla couldn't get enough of Toby and he ensured that every night he'd read her a bedtime story. He'd even fall asleep himself sometimes just beside her bed, other nights just wanting to sit close in case something were to happen.

Admittedly, a part of you worried that Toby was.. too attached to her.

But whenever they were together, Toby was healing something inside of him that he thought could never be healed.

And essentially, he was living a childhood he had always wished for through his own daughter.

Eventually, Lyla blossomed into a teenager and it was.... hell.

"I fucking hate this cabin, I hate being here! Why can't we be normal! What's with all this off the grid shit!" The voice yelled from down the hall. Oh, she wasn't wrong, Lyla had every right to be pissed but having to live with an angsty teenager that hated everyone and everything was a lot worse.

And Toby never, NEVER, did the punishments.

Just... strict words.

No, he couldn't trust himself, so let you deal with it.

But at times he would find himself taking Lyla outside for a walk to talk to her. To let her know that he was there if she wanted to talk.

And yes, Toby does 100% sneak her out to go to the nearest town.

All in all, Toby would be, against all odds, the best father he could offer. Though I do see him not wanting kids at all. I also HC that all the proxies are infertile anyway.

But if it were to play out, it'd probably be something like this. Toby would be the cool dad where you could just about get away with some stuff. Toby would also be one of those guys where he claims he hates the cat kid and then forms such a close bond with the cat kid.

Oh, and is this man protective of his children too. !

Very much refers to his children as 'sperm pet.' Or he pulls a Kratos and he's kinda like 'get 'ere, boy/girl.'

I RAMBLED TOO MUCH

I feel like I didn't really answer your question

I'm sorry. I will write more about this in the future though.

[madwomansapologist]

living as shan yu's prisioner/bride would include

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synopsis: After the initial fear and distrust, you undertood that you only had one choice: adapt. And, going against everything you knew about yourself and the world, you discovered that it weren't that hard. That Shan Yu wasn't that horrible.

warnings: female!reader. shan yu (that's my wife. yeah, i decided that 30 seconds after meeting her. she's my soulmate, idiot) x reader (slow down, big boy, i have standarts. oh. you gave me a horse. you're kinda of reaching them). mentruation because i'm a whore for domesticity in moments of vulnerability. violence. not that dark. it's kinda about the first steps of falling in love when your logic says you're not supossed to. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

note: that happened right before the end of this. hope y'all like it!

• You felt guilty. So dirty. How could you feel that way about it? But it didn't matter how many times you told yourself that you shouldn't feel that way, you did it anyway. A heart feels whatever it wants. And yours feel free.

• That's something special about feeling the air against your body, the speed of your horse, the world moving on with you. Not despise you, not without, but with you. And it felt so good. Like it was supossed to be that way.

• When Shan Yu gave you a sorrel, he knew you wouldn't try to run away. Quickly after meeting him you knew you couldn't. It would be impossible for you to escape the Huns. And even if you did: then what would you do? Who would be able to help you? You knew that you couldn't, but Shan Yu also didn't gave you a reason to try.

• Yes, he kidnapped you. That is reason enough for you to at least try. But Shan Yu said he would make you his Empress. Endless times. He talked about how you'll reign beside him. You have classes about war, history, economy. The other Huns treat you like you had spend your lifetime with them. He'll make you his Empress. If he win the war, of course. And he promissed that you'll see your family again after the war.

• Shan Yu made clear that he wants your heart. He won't touch you, not without your consent first, but you're his bride. He made sure everyone knew that. You're his. His bride, his future wife, his mate. You don't know how anyone could fall in love that quickly. You believe him, Shan Yu have no reason to lie, you just don't get it. It may be that easy to him, but it isn't for you.

• You would never chose to be close to him if things were normal. The leader of the Hun army, an enemy of the Emperor, his fame precedes him. But things aren't normal, are they? You don't love Shan Yu, but you certainly don't hate him. And sometimes you think that he would be nice as a friend. Someone that would be easy to be around.

You were freaking out. You woke up in pain, and it took you a second to figure out what was that warm feeling in between your tights. Tears were rolling down your face when Shan Yu suddenly moved on his bed.

"Are you hurt?" You don't know how he did it that quickly, but when you looked at him Shan Yu had his sword on his hand. That man was ready to kill someone. The moonlit made it easy for you to see him, which means he could also see you. That made you feel so embarrassed. "Why are you crying?"

"Look away!" You shouted. Shan Yu almost did as you demanded, but he couldn't just ignore your tears. You tried to grab the bed sheets, but your sleep weaked your movements. "Just go back to your bed and leave me alone."

Shan Yu approached, and then he understood. He's experienced in the battlefield. Shan Yu would be able to recognized blood even if blind. "I will prepare a bath for you. It will help cease the pain."

"Stop", you could feel your body getting so warm. "Just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough."

Shan Yu sighed. "Embarrassed of what?" You pointed to the sheets. "Do you think that's the first time I see blood? Are you afraid I will faint?"

That made you chuckle. "No."

"I will prepare a bath for you." Shan Yu walked towards the bathroom. "Just sit down and wait."

That's what you did.

• Shan Yu isn't violent. Not to you. You fought his men, screamed at him, called him a liar: he never reacted. And he can be somehow kind when he wants to. You can sense that he's always checking if everything is okay with you. And he can be fun. In a weird, little bit off, kinda of way.

• Like how Shan Yu knows when he's better than someone and just let them dig their own graves. It isn't him being patient, coward or anything else: this is Shan Yu having fun. He likes the chase. You heard countless people calling him a monster, but you disagree. He's a predator.

• Fun. In a way that you don't really understand. And you would never say this out loud, not even under torture, but you feel that life would be easier with him. Or at least it wouldn't be the worst thing ever to stay beside him.

• Shan Yu isn't violent, has a good sense of humor, somehow respects you. Money would never be a problem. Even during a war, Shan Yu gave you clothes to fill countless wardrobes. And with him you're safe. You knew his fame, and now you know it fits him.

• It's nice to not worry about marriage. There is no family talking about how you should've already married to someone. There is no such a thing as spending sleepless nights thinking about what would happen to you if your father die before you can find someone. You don't worry about this anymore.

• So, yeah, somehow you enjoy that situation. Not love, and you certainly didn't dream with having that type of life, but you found yourself enjoying your time with the Huns. Your time with Shan Yu.

"You know that you don't need to run everytime, do you?" Shan Yu asked, scaring you. You didn't expect him to be behind you. You didn't even heard him approaching. Before looking at his direction, you could see that constant smirk on his face. "Horses are able to trot."

As usual, when you got the chance you ran with your sorrel, you did it. Feeling the air against you, a type of freedom you never experienced before. Exhausted, you waited for them to reach you.

For him to reach you.

Shan Yu grabbed your sorrel's rein, guiding him. You let him do it. Your body was already tired. Unlike him, you're not accustomed to ride for so long. And you could go to your carriage, Shan Yu wouldn't said no to you, but you know why he gave you that sorrel.

Before his gift, he led the army mounted on his horse while you stayed inside the carriage. Now, you can ride with him if you want to.

"Maybe I'm trying to runaway," if you know him well enough to understand the way his humor works, then he better understand yours. "Smarten up, big boy."

But you think there is another reason for that present. A thing that you noticed a while ago. The way he lighten up when someone mentions that you can fight. Or when you share your opinion, regardless if it's what he wants to hear. Shan Yu likes to see you fearless. He likes when you talk back. When you make sure everyone heard what you have to say.

"It's a joke," you told him. "I'm not planning on running away."

"Why?" Shan Yu said so calmly, but you could hear it was a honest doubt.

You also thought about it before. Why didn't you run away? Okay, using your logic you understood it wouldn't work out, but somethings aren't about logic. Humans don't usually do things only because of logic. Why your emotions didn't made you try everything you could? Why didn't you at least tried to runaway from him?

"I hope to never see a matchmaker again."

That made Shan Tu buffaw. "Alright," he nodded with his head. "It's a promise: you'll never see a matchmaker again in your life."

"Watch out," you smiled at him. "I may fall for your pretty promises."

"I'm counting on it."

• Things weren't perfect. Of course they weren't. But that feast was the last straw. There are some lines Shan Yu can't cross without you reacting. There are things that not even your logic can ignore. Things that made your heart decide to act. And of course it included him being violent. You should've know.

• All night long, you could feel his eyes on you. Those yellow eyes, following your steps like if you were a prey, would never go unnotice by you. Not even the loud music of the feast, the amounts of alcohol you drank, the way your feet were already aching because you danced for so long: you could feel Shan Yu watching you.

• You know he wants to join you. To dance with you, to hold you, to have you. You know that. But Shan Yu promised he would only touch you after you decided that you want him to do it. And you didn't say anything. You didn't try anything. You did not gave him permission, so he only watchs.

• At some moment, when it was already midnight, you fell. It wasn't anything important. It didn't hurt you. It was more embarrassing than anything else, but you were drunk enough to not care about it.

• Someone helped you getting on your feet again. Just a kind hand for you to hold on until you were sure you wouldn't fall again. For a second, you forgot about his eyes on you. You just hugged whoever helped you in a way to show your drunkness gratitude. And that was when Shan Yu made sure everyone knew he was still there.

• Shan Yu is quickly. Your mind, lacking sobriety, almost didn't record him moving towards you. You just noticed what was happening when Shan Yu hold the man by his throat, pulling him away from the floor. You knew he was scary, dangerous, cruel. You knew that. But you never saw it. You never saw how his eyes can burn others. You knew who Shan Yu was, but you never saw it.

• The poor man were turning blue on his head, barely able to struggle against the strong hold on his neck, trying to say something. Trying to say he was sorry. You were frozen in place, almost convincing yourself that it was all a nightmare, until Shan Yu dropped the man on the floor. He coughed, trying to breath again while thanking Shan Yu.

Shan Yu looked at every single person on the feast. Every single one. "No one touch what's mine."

Shan Yu wasn't only punishing him, but teaching everyone around him a lesson. And you can't deny, he was a great teacher. Everyone seem to understand. Everyone seem scared enough to never go against him.

But when Shan Yu looked at you, he didn't saw your usual challeging gaze. He didn't saw joy, or tiredness, or surprise. He didn't saw fear. When Shan Yu looked into your eyes, all he saw was disgust.

Your gaze alone made something itch inside him. But your words cut his soul in places he didn't even knew existed.

"You will never touch me," you whispered, only for him to hear. "I will never love you back. Hurt whoever you want, hurt me if you desire, you will never have me."

You told Shan Yu to smarten up. At the time it was only a joke. But now, after seeing how cruel he can be and hearing what he had to say, you changed your mind. Your heart feel smaller. You won't stay here for long.

Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned your back on him and walked towards your carriage. You stood there until you were sure no one had followed you. You put on your boots, grabbed a bag with food and water, and went to the stable.

You were lucky. Everyone was at the feast, which means no one was there to see you riding your sorrel. Which means no one was there to see you running away. Which means your carriage was empty when Shan Yu went there looking for you.

You knew the path you need to follow. Your could hear the river, you saw the birds flying north, all you need to do was to be faster than the Huns. And you're almost sure that they're all drunk.

At some point, maybe twenty minutes after you exit the stable, you heard another horse. You couldn't see it, but you knew it was Shan Yu. That scared you, made you shiver, but you didn't stop. You just went faster and faster.

Shan Yu is strong, but he's too strong. His horse wouldn't be able to compete with your sorrel. He can try, but you know for sure that your sorrel needs to worry about less weight.

He was close. But not close enough.

You don't know for how long you tried to make him struggle, but at some point it started raining. It was harder to see the path, you were shivering, and the ground turned muddy. You tried, you really tried, but nothing can control a horse's response to thunders.

You almost fell when he jumped, your hands burned holding the rein. You weren't so lucky the next time. When you collapsed on the floor, you felt like all the air in your lungs had imploded. You tried to move, the rain falling on your face kept you awake, but you couldn't stand. It burned.

And that gave Shan Yu exactly what he needed: time.

When another thunder came, you rolled to the side so your sorrel wouldn't step on you. You crawled on the ground, holding your head as if it would fall from your neck, and struggle to stand up. It hurts, it burns, but you're stronger. It felt like it was impossible, but you stand where once you fell.

It was hard to control your tears, and even harder to deal with the pain on your chest. You tried to hold your sorrel by its head, but he was so scared. You didn't stop trying to calm him down, but then you heard.

Shan Yu reached you. There he is, so close and yet so far away. Riding his own scared horse, rain dripping on his skin and marking his clothes. He wasn't wearing his usual fur. No. Shan Yu was still using the clothes for the feast.

That made you think less of him. You prepared. You have food, water, maps. And he just took a horse and went to search for you? Why would he act so unprepared?

With thunders ecchoing on your ears and pain spreading along your chest, the right answer didn't even passes through your head. Why Shan Yu was unprepared to the cold, to the rain, to the chase: because he was scared. He was scared that one second he wasted not looking for you would be the second that would separe you both forever. Because Shan Yu was scared. So scared.

"I won't stop trying," you shouted at him. It was so dificult to find strenght to say things, but you did it anyway. Screw it. Don't matter what he does, you will keep trying to flee away from him.

"Don't be stupid." Shan Yu jumped from the horse. You could hear the tiredness on his voice. He also sttrugled with his breath. "Are you trying to kill yourself? What would you do? Keep riding in the rain, waiting until the cold took your body?"

"I would rather die than live as your object!" You tried to mount your horse again, but he keep moving away from you. He was so scared. You caressed his fur, trying to make him stop. "For once, be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You don't love me. You won't have a happily ever after with me like in a old fairytail. I'm just someone you saw naked once. I'm not a person for you. I'm something that only you can consume."

Shan Yu walked towards you, but you moved away. He was trying so hard to be calm. All he wanted to do was took you on his arms, put you on his shoulder and walk you home. Home. There you could scream for how long you wanted. You could speak, he would hear, and things will change. He sighed. "That's not the truth and you know that."

"Do I? Because that is all I know. You saw me naked and now you do anything you can to make me let you fuck me. A person touch me and you almost killed him! Why won't you get over it? Find someone else!"

Then Shan Yu realized that no, you didn't know. You really didn't understand? How could you? He said to you so many times. Shan Yu made sure that you would see it, but you didn't. "I love you," Shan Yu didn't know what else could make you understand that. "I won't find someone else, because you are the one. We are meant to be. This isn't about your body. This isn't about your touch. All I do is to make you see it. To make you want to be mine."

You just glared at him, trying to understand what your mind wanted. Trying to understand him. "But why? Why do you feel this way about me?"

"Because you're like me."

"No. I'm not," you didn't move this time when he stepped closer. "I'm nothing like you."

"You want more of life," Shan Yu stood right in front of you. "You don't want to go back to a dead village, to go through the same day again and again, to no be remembered. I know you want more. You want to see the world. You want to feel free. It's your time to be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You want more."

Shan Yu wanted you to agree. He wanted you to say he was right, that you want more, that you want him. But he thought you would scream at him, push him away, declare your hate for him. He didn't imagined you would cry.

"I don't," Shan Yu stopped. He didn't knew what to say. He didn't want you to cry. He didn't want you to react this way. "Please, don't cry. Everything will be alright."

"I'm tired," you whispered. "Im in pain, I'm scared, and I don't know what I want. I don't know what to do."

"You're hurt?"

You nodded. "I fell."

Shan Yu sighed. How he wanted to just touch you. Hold you in his arms. Clean the trace of tears on your face. See where you hurted yourself. "We will come back to our carriage, we'll eat and rest. And when you're fine, you can decide If you go back home."

It was so dumb. So stupid. You could help but laugh, almost forgeting the tears. "And you would let me go if I want to?"

"I want to feel your love, not to see your disgust." Shan Yu sighed. "If you want to go, you can. But when i defeat the Emperor, when China became mine, I'll come back to you. And then I'll ask you once more if you want to be mine."

"You promise?" You didn't knew what to think about this.

"I do," Shan Yu answered. "Sadly, I do."

• That was the first night of a thunderstorm that lasted days. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would make Shan Yu fall. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would change your mind.

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[peachy-pink-princess]

The Crown

Pairing: Prince!Jungwon X Commoner! Reader(fem)

Basic plot desc: Royalty AU/ Jungwon is the most suitable bachelor but he wants somebody he can't have

Warning: 18+ content (this is my first 18+ piece) Also not proof read because I was afraid it was cringe.

WC: 1.2k

A/n: feel free to give feedback just please don't be mean

The prince sat on his throne and rolled his eyes as he watched his mother pleading with him to meet with more suitable bachelorettes. She would never be able to convince him because he already knew who he wanted and figured since he was the king, he should get his way. Before his mother could continue, a particular person—jungwon's love—enters the room. Naturally, the servant girl was unaware of the prince's affections for her. She was almost too pure to understand his emotions.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to make you aware that dinner will be waiting for you in the dining hall when you're ready" then you bowed turning to leave. Oh, his heart was barely able to handle it. You deserve to be a queen, not some servant, and he only wanted to protect your innocence. He must have you.

As The Prince and his companions ate their dinner, you stood by the back wall, ready to help if necessary. Despite the prince's favorite cuisine being spread out on the table in quantities sufficient to feed an army, something seemed amiss. He appeared to be focusing on you. This was no normal gaze, no not at all. He was practically ravaging you with his eyes. It made you feel so dirty yet also slightly excited. "Get a grip of yourself Y/n, he's a prince! You probably just didn't make the food to his Likings" you tried to shake off his stare but no matter what you could feel him looking deep inside of you.

Later that evening, you returned to your servant quarters, although you could hardly call them that anymore. Gifts have been mysteriously appearing in your room. It began with little gifts like a new pillow or blanket and developed to include larger presents like cash and specialty candies that were only available to people of wealth. You feel someone suddenly hovering over you, which is really uncomfortable, but you don't turn around until you hear the voice. "I see you've gotten the gifts that I have given you, is everything to your liking?" It was him. The prince himself standing mere inches away from you. "Your highness" you immediately bow to him, it's what You've been told and trained to do your whole life, it's also something the prince loathes, seeing the love of his life someone who views as is equal being forced to treat him as if he was better. "Don't bow, it's unnecessary." He says simply. "But your highness-" you begin to say but quickly get cut off. "Jungwon. Just call me that." He says.

You could hardly believe it. Not only was the prince standing in your room in the middle of the night but he was telling you not to call him by his Royal titles, it was unheard of... Almost scandalous.

"Your highness, Jungwon, you shouldn't be here heaven knows what people will assume if they find out" you say softly. "Let them find out. I've spent months admiring you, my dear. Let the other servants find out, for all I can even my parents can find out, if it means I have you." He retaliates. He hands find a way to yours as he looks you in the eyes "I would give up this crown for you, I would give up the world for you. Please, let me stay the night with you" he spoke. "Ok... Jungwon, I want you here." Your voice is soft there is still a bit of uncertainty in your words. But the prince wastes no time.

Before you know it a pair of lips find yours, your lips dance in sync with each other and you finally realize how serious the prince was, the amount of passion truly showing in this kiss. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Jungwon says flashing his signature grin. "If I may...can I remove this?" He says regarding your clothes. Your heart begins to beat fast, but it seems your lips moved faster than your brain. "Yes please jungwon" you say. Before you know what the two of you are standing together; skin on skin, completely exposed.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined" he tells you. "you imagined what I looked like naked?" you couldn't help but chuckle at that, how was it that you adorned in commoner clothing made more of an impression on The Prince than the princess counterparts who wore corsets made of whale bone and the most expensive jewels imaginable. "You really don't understand how long I've been in love with you, please, y/n can I take you, right now?" He tells you there was more than a hint of desperation in his voice, he was completely desperate. "I'm all yours, jungwon." And with that the prince is pushing you down on your small mattress, hovering over you and spreading your legs. You didn't really know what to expect, but the feeling of him pushing in was both pure bliss and pure pain. You had never experienced something like this before. You couldn't help but let out moans of discomfort and pleasure. "Shhh... My princess the pain will go away soon I promise. I-if it makes you feel better to know, this is my first time doing this as well, I wanted to experience this with someone I love, not some random rich girl. I could only imagine doing this with you." He spoke. His heart was swelling up with joy finally being able to say the words that were on his chest for so long.

As the pain started to subside the yearning for more took over. "Jungwon, I can't wait, please more." You speak softly staring up into his bobba eyes. He gives you a smile before kissing your forehead. "Anything my princess wants, she gets" he says before thrusting into you brutally. You had not expected to go so fast but you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good. He hands on your hips and your legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to pound into your pussy at an almost inhuman rate. "Fuuuuck your pussy was made for me I swear. You take me so well Princess" he praise, whines leaving his mouth with everything thrust. "Jungwon it feels so good, you're so big" you muster up the courage to say. Oh how your words filled him up with so much confidence. He began to snap his hips into you even harder than before, sharp thrust after sharp thrust all hitting your spongy walls just right. "Gonna cum soon princess? Gonna let your prince cum in you?" he asks in a sweet but also teasing Manor. He already knew the answer to his own question. The feeling of you clenching was a give away that you were close and how could you say no to your prince? You wanted him to fill you up, you needed it. "C-cumming" you moan, probably a little louder that you should. Feeling you clench around him, jungwon's orgasm hits him hard, filling you up to the brim with his seed.

The two of you pant, trying to regain your breath as he pulls out of your sopping hole. There's a silence between you two but it's peaceful, no words need to be said, yet the prince still speaks. "I mean it y/n, you are my world, this crown means nothing compared to you." He says softly. Your mind is already too far gone to fully understand his words but a smile still spreads to your face. You expected him to leave, but the prince never did.

He stayed the night with his princess, just like he said he would...

[applbottmjeens]

Sylas Thomas Pham who...

Was legally "Sylas Thomas Graves" but went by his mom's surname when he joined the SC to avoid his merit being overshadowed by his relation to their CEO and founder.

Grew up having to call Phillip "sir". Still does it now that he's grown.

Got kicked out of his private, catholic school at the age of 11 for fighting other kids.

Fought more kids in public school but miraculously calmed down when his baby brother Phillip begged him to stop. (other kids were afraid to be junior's friend)

Was a boy scout because his dad made him do it. Got reaaally good at tying knots and setting shit on fire. Maybe he shouldn't have been a boy scout.

Nobody calls him Sylas. Well, some people do. But if you know him, you know he goes by Tommy. Calling him by his government will make him feel weird.

Told Phillip "YOURE NOT MY REAL DAD" once and got hit with "I CHANGED YOUR DIAPERS AND MARRIED YOUR MOTHER I AM THE REALEST DAD YOU'RE EVER GON' GET"

Is somehow babied to death by his mother and has to kneel down when he gets scolded by her.

Has to deal with Junior's eccentricities and his extroverted family despite being introverted

Played lacrosse or football in highschool. Highkey a jock but didn't run the same circles as them.

Would've become a nurse if he didn't join the army.

Left the Shadow Company because of a disagreement with Graves, one of them being having Phillip Jr. be involved (he's too clean for a job like this.)

Masked up and was mostly anonymous. Not alot of people knew him as Graves' kid. Liked getting his hands dirty and did as he was told.

Told Phillip Jr. he didn't have what it took to be the SC's heir- not out of jealousy or spite, but because as clever and as sly junior was, he was still "too good".

Cannot express himself for shit. Horrible with vulnerability.

Hates therapy. Goes anyway because goddamn it- it works.

Has had maybe two serious girlfriends but can't be bothered to really date- relationships require getting to know people, and he doesn't wanna go through all of that for something that probably won't work.

Got his mom's stubborn attitude and faulty loyalty. Still considers himself a part of the SC despite no longer fucking with them and will latch to a group if he learns to love it.

Honestly? Horribly lonely.

Can't dance. Refuses to dance. Can't sing. Doesn't like karaoke.

Only rode a motorcycle in highschool/college because his dad told him he could have it if he could fix it. (he did not believe he could fix it.)

Has a bunch of scars, inculding a giant one that wraps around his head. The story changes everytime. Nobody really knows how he got it. He calls it his "halo"

100% believes he will go to hell for everything he's done, but won't stop himself from doing it since he believes he's doing whats right.

Has almost killed Nikolaj Zakhaev. Or Nikita. Those fuckers look alike, shit who knows which one it was.

Doesn't even know why he's doing any of this anymore.

Was mentored by his mom's old teammates when he finally got recruited to the 141. Looked up to his uncle Kyle/Gaz a whole lot (much to Anna's chagrin) and especially to the legacy of Ghost.

[hoshi-y]

HEYYYY

so yk the demon Hanako official arts right?? What about a demon Hanako x fallen Angel reader?? So the reader is an angel in heaven but was framed for a holy crime they didn’t commit and they were banished. They got their wings clipped so they couldn’t fly anymore and their wings turned black to represent that they weren’t holy

well s/o was banished to earth where they were basically dead meat. And s/o is vulnerable now and they don’t have anything to protect them. And that’s when Hanako stumbled upon them and offers to protect them. And s/o doesn’t trust him at first, saying no the first few times because they are afraid he can’t be trusted but they eventually give in and go with him

and maybe a Yandere Hanako in this?? Like he’s a bit more sadistic and overprotective and he doesn’t want to see s/o get hurt

I BEEN HAVING BRAINROT ABOUT THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG THANK YOU IN ADVANCE

ALSO FEEL FREE TO IGNORE

In the hands of a Demon

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Hanako

TW : None

A/N : OH MY, What if he's so obsessed with you he just refuses to give you away HEHSHSH BUT I LIKE YOUR IDEA

I hope you enjoy 💗

Its me against your angels.

Where shall I begin this story about the fallen angel and the demons undying love for one another?

Ah, let us start at the very beginning.

Thousands and hundreds of years ago, the Angels and the Demons fought with each other viscously. They DESPISED each other.

The demons wanted nothing to do with the angels and their dumb kingdom of light, so did the angels.

The Angels were fordbidden to never interact, and get along with the demons. As they said that they will brainwash you, manipulate you into doing what they want

And thus, a nasty rumor spread. It spread like wildfire on the day it was spoken of.

A cheeky, mischievous, little angel decided that it shouldn't always be about you getting all the praise. She hated it.

"Hey. Have you heard?"

People were giving you dirty looks as you walked outside, but you brushed it off.

"I saw [F/N] with someone close to the entrance of the demon's gates."

Before you knew it, you were taken into the gates of the kingdom by the guards.

"[F/N], Is having a secret relationship with a Demon."

A crowd formed as you were pushed down on the ground by your two good friends who was ordered by the God, they held you down with guilt and tears swelled in their eyes as they didn't want to do this to you. But Gods eyes were starring right down at them, and did not want to anger them any further.

"The sin you have committed is absolutely unacceptable. In the presence of our people, and in the holy kingdom. I hereby sentence your wings be clipped, and thrown to the face of the earth and will come back after you have atoned your sins." Her majesty said

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You absolutely had no idea what you did, or what dumb rumor did they believe! "M-my God whatever have I done?!" You questioned

"You were a demon smoocher thats for sure."

Walking from behind the guards, showed your best friend Clara, who had been with you thru thick and thin. She raised her hand and pointed at you and looked around the crowd

"I saw them with a Demon, they held hands, kissed, and probably did sinful acts already." She stared at your swelled up eyes with her dark and emotionless ones.

"They're probably brainwashed by that Demon. And is giving away valued information of our sacred land! God we can not have someone that is involved with a demon!" She declared

Your breathing became uneven as the whisperings of the crowd became louder and louder, You became weaker and weaker by the second.

"I'm sorry.. [F/N].. But we have to do it." Your friend said as his swelled up eyes let out drops of tears. "N-no.. Please.. Don't do this to me, Y-you know I would never involve myself with a demon!" You struggled to get ouf their grasp but your weak body could not withstand their strength.

And just like that, the very thing that had protected you, what kept you warm and shielded you from the harsh sun and rain. Gone.

You watched as feathers from your wings were falling infront of you. You couldn't speak nor move.

And everything went dark.

You awoken to the sound.. Chopping?? You couldn't get up as you felt your body feel heavy, and not only the a throabing headache, what happened to you?

"Oh, your awake" A voice called from the door, someone found you? It looked like your wings disappeared when they.. Well transported you to what you assumed was earth. You wanted to sit up and thank this person for saving you from who knows where and apologize for the disturbance.

The person saw you try to move but gently pushed you back down to rest. "Please, you're injured. You fell pretty bad and most likely broke something." Now that they are close, you slowly moved your head and—

A demon.

And you knew who it was too. It was Hanako, a demon who ran a hotel for the dead with unfinished business near from this life to the next. He sometimes waltz into the crust of the earth himself scavenging for lost souls who didn't go to the kingdom of light to rest easy. It's either they have some unfinish business or... Revenge? Whatever the cause, Hanako surely makes a way for these souls to rest easy. You just don't wanna know how.

He felt you tremble under his touch "I won't do anything to you, if that's what you are thinking. Might I ask, what were you doing here on earth hm? Secret mission to try and make us go extinct?" He chuckled at his joke but you stayed silent.

"I noticed when you were unconscious, that your wings were clipped and severly bruised" Your breath hitched as you heard this.

'Did.. They really not want me to have some sort of protection?.. Is the sin that I have never commit that bad?..'

Hanako noticed your bothered expression and gently placed a bed table infront of you with soup and juice on it. "Here, I also noticed that you were burning up, eat plenty and get some rest so you can get better soon."

You hesitated, should you really be trusting him? What if all this was just an act to get you to warm up to him and force you to let them in the kingdom to raid? Actually.. You kind of hated it there, but you weren't that cruel to let them in and harm the people.

He noticed your distant gaze as he leaned on the wall beside the bed with his arms crossed "You.. Really don't have a choice you know, even if you wanted to get out of this place where would you go? I highly doubt you can go far off by yourself with no source of protection. Plus your injured, and sick and in need of treatment. I doubt God will let you back in even if you were on your knees crying, I don't wanna push you to tell me what happened but I am apparently the only one who can help you." He was right. Even if you did leave, where would you go? Would people from this world let a complete stranger inside their homes? tend you? feed you? and treat you better?

You didn't trust any of the humans either. Some could take advantage of your weak state. Some will put up a nice act and manipulate you to do what they want.

"Come on, I'm not that bad? You can trust me" You looked at him as he gave you a small smile. You really don't have a choice now do you. You sighed and slowly sat up and grabbed the spoon on the table and ate the soup. You didn't wanna say it outloud but it tasted AMAZING.

He chuckled at your expression "Delicious right?" He pushed himself off the wall and gently sat on the bed "Why don't you stay here? I can offer you my protection. And I can assure you, no one will come harm you." You stared at him and softly shook your head "I-i'm sorry but I don't think I can stay here."

"Think rationally about this now, like I said before you have nowhere else to go, not with that injured and heating state of yours I doubt any humans will come and aid you. And none of them are gullible enough to easily believe you are an angel." Another of his facts that you could not say it was wrong.

"Really, I.. Can um.. Handle myself.. I can come back here if things don't work as planned—"

Thunder claps the sky making a really loud sound making you jump and hide in the sheets, You slowly peeked your head and heard the harsh rain and looked at Hanako. Honestly you didn't know if this guy controls the weather or he just absolutely is very wise.

"F-Fine.." Still a bit shooken up about the thunder

He smirked as he placed his chin on his hand that rest on his knee "So, you probably know who I am, but I don't know who you are"

You had no one at the moment. You best friend betrayed you. And the Gods believed the lie and have practically banished you from the kingdom of light.

"I'm.. [F/N]. [L/N] [F/N].."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, [L/N], I promise that you have my protection. Inside and Outside these walls."

And a new profounding friendship bloomed.

It has been.. What? About a month ever since you got banished? You didn't wanna admit it but.. You enjoyed your stay at Hanako's hotel, you loved greeting people around you left and right and conversing with them of what happened before they got here. Hanako has been taking good care of you, and fulfilled his promise of protecting you, no harm has went your way in a month.

Despite all this, you missed home. You missed your friends, your neighbors..

Your best friend?. No, She betrayed you. Just thinking about her makes your blood boil, but you were too holy to have that much hatred in you, you just pretended she didn't exist and try to live your life normal here on earth until your sins have been atoned.

"[F/N]~~ Here you are, I was looking everywhere for you" Hanako slithered his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder. In just a month, You have been very comfortable around him, and.. You felt safe just by having him beside you..

Not only that your heart pounds and beats faster than the speed of light whenever he calls you, or gives you any physical touch. No way your starting to like him.

"Mmm.. You're very soft.. Ah! Before I forget, we just finished constructing another part of the garden. Do you wanna come check it out?" Your eyes saparkled, you absolutely LOVED this places garden. All the different kinds of flowers were present when you went to explore the area, you couldn't wait and see the other plants he added. Maybe something form out of this world? or exotic? who knows.

Hanako gently held your hand as he ordered his tseushiros to bring you to the front gate of the newly constructed garden. He let's go of your hand as he beckoned you to open the gate, so you did. Your reaction was the most cutest thing Hanako has seen throughout his life as he watched as you slowly walked up to a bush filled with yellow tulips.

"I planted those myself, not too bad hm?" He crossed his arms as you admired his work. He really did a good job not gonna lie. You stoop up and took a step back to look at the design of how he planted he tulips but you tripped on some bricks and fell backwards, your elbows landing first. You winced in pain as Hanako immediately came to your aid. "Hey, hey.. Don't move you're bleeding.." As Hanako was tending your bruised elbows, he glared daggers at some of the workers making them shiver and shrink under his gaze.

"Let us have a 'talk' about leaving resources in the middle of a path, hm?" Hanako gave them a closed eyed smile as the workers shook in fear

You lay in the comfort of your bed as you held the ice pack on your bruised elbow. After some of the maids and butlers led you back to your room, you noticed how Hanako had this.. Dark and menancing stare to those who were in the garden. You sighed

"I told him it isn't their fault.." As you sat down, someone knocked at your door "[F/N], may I come in?" It was Hanako, and he sounded worried. You stood up and opened the door, you were right about worried.

"Hey.. Are you alright? Does it still hurt? Do you need anything? You can tell me and I'll bring it to you right away" He asked you so many questions but you just hugged him to shut him up. "Im.. Good, thanks for asking.." A small smile crept on Hanako's face as he returned the hug "Wow, I guess me being touchy is rubbing off on you huh?" You nodded against his chest as he chuckled

You two were having the most cutest moment ever, but of course in every type of story, this scenario always gets interrupted right? (haha breaking the 4th wall what are you gonna do?)

A servant of Hanako busted thru your door panting "M-master! There are angels crowding the front entrance demanding to speak with them!" She pointed at you as you felt Hanako's embrace tighten. You looked up to see he had a dark shadow casted over his face as he held you close. "Well, I have business to do, but.. I don't wanna leave you here alone"

Hanako led you thru the crowd as he spotted God himself at the entrance, and the very person who betrayed you was shaking in fear and very nervous.

Her eyes landed on you as she looked really excited. She pointed a finger at you as she exclamed— "S-see!! I told you to believe me that they are involved with a demon!! Look at them holding hands!!" Hanako hid you behind him as he ordered guards to block the entrance preventing angels to enter and do who knows what to you.

"You traitor!! What secrets and information have you been telling him?!" Someone shouts from the crowd

"They've probably started working with the Devil to bring us all down!!"

The crowd started getting more aggressive and louder. This is bad, Hanako wanted to 'knock' some senses into these idiotic people who they call themselves 'angels'. But you were nearby, he had to act quick

He felt you shake against him, he looked down at you and saw that you were covering your ears eith swelled up eyes.

"Hanako.. Please.. Make it stop.."

"Everyone stop!! Do you really call yourselves the child of god?! You're all far more worse than us Demons!! Throwing away the most kindest and sweetest person I have ever met because of some lousy rumor that you believed in an instant?! Look around! You're all boiling with rage and anger! Trying to hurt the very person who helped each and one of you to become the person you are today, have you not have any shame?!" Hanako held you tightly in his arms shielding you from any attempt of harm they plan to do.

It went silent, too silent..

Clara, looked at the sea of angels and guards who had a guilty look in their faces. She didn't want her plans to be spoiled.

"Ugh! He is gaslighting you to believe that [F/N] did any good!!" She raged, your good friend held her shoulder as he forcefully turned her around.

"You know. You should talk about yourself too, you haven't done any 'good' while you stayed in the kingdom. All you did was create thefts, rumors, and sinful acts. And now you blame it to the person who has helped you through thick and thin?"

Clara forcefully removed his hand from her shoulder as she looked around. All eyes were on her.

"Y-you're all guilty!! You BELIEVED me!!" She tried to gaslight them but they weren't having having it anymore. "My Lord please believe me!! I would NEVER lie to you!" She knelt down, but guards held her tight as they too clipped her wings.

"Take her away." God commanded the guards, struggling to held her down as she was fighting back.

"I'll make you regret this!! I HATE YOU [F/N]! I WISH YOU'VE NEVER BEEN BORN!!!" And she was gone.. Years and years of her tormenting you.. As you turned a blind eye and ignored it..

You were free..

After your 'best friend' was banished, the rivalry against demons and angels were no more.

But hmm, do you ever wonder what happens to those who were naughty? rebellious?

Or far worst than the devil himself.

Clara was put in a steel typed caged as she had tried to escape many times to what they assume was to take 'revenge'. But they highly doubt she can.

She has gone far off from the line

And needs to be punished.

Clara shook in fear as she backed into a corner, her shackles making loud sounds at every move she does. "You're crazy." She glared at Hanako who just gave her a closed eyed smile

He gripped the bat behind him as he swung it near her head making her shrink

"I'd do anything, to keep them out of harm. I'd even go as far as exterminating anything that hurts them. And that includes you."

Well, she was supposed to be executed a day prior, I guess your devil boyfriend got to her first.

It turned out, absolutely horrendous 😭😭

I HAVEN'T OPENED UP TUMBLR IN AWHILE SO I FORGOR SOME OF TGE DETAILS YOU ASKED FOR ANGEL BUT I STILL HOPE YOU LIKED IT 😭😭

I had to, squeeze in a small Yandere Hanako in the end because I forgot— I plea guilty

[colloquialbitchisms]

VILLAIN VIBES ( PART 2 )

prompts from songs on my muse's villain playlist. feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc as needed, or even combine any of them.

NO BODY, NO CRIME — TAYLOR SWIFT FT. HAIM

“i think i'm gonna call him out.” “i ain't letting up until the day i die.” “i think he did it, but i just can't prove it.” “no body, no crime.” “i've cleaned enough houses to know how to clean up a scene.” “she thinks i did it, but she just can't prove it.” “i wasn't letting up until the day he died.”

WICKED AS THEY COME — CRMNL

“first things first, i'm a sinner.” “it's not fun being a saint.” “heart as cold as the winter, and i don't wanna be saved.” “sold my soul to the devil.” “got no fear of the dead.” “i ain't scared of the end.” “pay me what you owe me.” “see you on the dark side when i'm done.” “i'm as wicked as they come.” “i'm hooked on the taste of revenge.” “blood in the water, blood on my hands.” “i feel at home in the darkness.”

BREAKFAST — DOVE CAMERON

“let me show you power.” “i eat boys like you for breakfast.” “i never said it's right, but i'm gonna keep doing it.” “yeah, i'm sick. and honestly, i'm getting high off it.” “do you wanna see a magic trick?” “you don't know what you don't know. but i know.” “it makes me feel alive.”

TEMPORARY FUNERAL — EMLYN

“i'm laying you down to rest.” “i'm saying my final goodbye.” “it's better to mourn and move on.” “it's easier killing you off.” “how nice of you to show up.” “gonna be a quick one since nobody's sorry.” “i didn't write a eulogy, but i wore my best jewelry.”

VILLAINS AREN'T BORN ( THEY'RE MADE ) — PEGGY

“someone's gotta win & lose.” “they say my heart is almost black; who's to blame for that?” “i'm anything but tame.” “grab your sword, you might just need it.” “i'm not afraid of cheating.” “scream my name when they run. honestly, it's kind of fun.” “i'm never satisfied at all.” “they take, they take until you give.” “i aim before i kill.” “live only for the thrill.” “there's nothing left to lose.” “don't tell me it's not fair; believe me, i've been there.” “i'd much rather be alone if i'm sitting on a throne.” “i hate to tell you this way.” “villains aren't born. darlin’, we're made.”

DIRTY THOUGHTS — CHLOE ADAMS

“all the corners of my mind start racing.” “things that should be kept in the basement.” “spend my time trying to erase them.” “i shouldn't think the things i'm thinking.” “god can't save me now.” “i know i ain't that holy.” “i get dirty thoughts about you.” “does that mean that i'm going to hell?”

TROUBLE — VALERIE BROUSSARD

“we wear red so they don't see us bleed.” “we intend not to sleep ‘til we're dead.” “trouble coming in the dead of night.” “i'm that knife in your boot.” “i'm your number two man in a fight.” “here comes trouble.”

VIGILANTE SHIT — TAYLOR SWIFT

“you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them.” “they say looks can kill, and i might try.” “lately i've been dressing for revenge.” “she had the envelope, where do you think she got it from?” “the lady simply had enough.” “someone told his white collar crimes to the fbi.” “i don't dress for villains or for innocents.” “i'm on my vigilante shit again.”

A LITTLE WICKED — VALERIE BROUSSARD

“no one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.” “there's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down.” “just like you said, i am a little wicked.” “i'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned.” “i will not scream, i will not weep.” “if he should die before he wakes, i pray the lord his soul to take.”

[loosejournal]

Poems from BABY, I DON'T CARE by Chelsey Minnis

V.I.P.S

This is a matter of life or death, probably death. Your bullet is very close to my heart. You're way off base, darling. Let's put some ice on our fingers. By ice, I mean diamonds.

You know how I am. Oysters for lunch, dinner and breakfast. A broken heart is not for me. Now, don't I want some mink? Don’t tell me you're a bloody communist!

When you say it with feeling, then you're wonderful. Going out of my mind wouldn't be hard. You need to be kicked under the table. Let's go sell another polo pony. I'm worn my diamonds down to the bone, darling.

I'm afraid someone's not going to give me my favorite thing! Then I would bite their head or face. This could be a long turnaround. Baby, don't be gruesome! I only wanted one stuffed grizzly bear in my study, not two.

I like to scream in a satin bed and get a baby bunny as a present. I can't stop thinking of myself and what might be to my own advantage! For example, I love to go to bed sober which means I have to start drinking early.

Don't keep saying "down the hatch" all night long. Something matters but what is it? A window with a very long fall underneath? One time, someone refused to give me a pink topaz and I fainted. Let me be the first to pour your tears down the drain.

From INTRODUCTIONS

Am I laughing? On the contrary. Please let me think of the right self-reprimands. I assure you, this will be a conventional poem. Now let me introduce you to a hungry tigress, me.

What do you want with me? I'm just a dirty little shoplifter. I'm like a woman in a sequined gown in a dark cave. Can you tell me I'm worse than others? Ok, yes, I'm worse than others, but can you say I'm the worst of all?

Now, let's be reasonable with ourselves. If you show me a man in a turtleneck sweater on the beach then that is beyond my resistance. If you show me a liquor cart on wheels, I will just climb on.

Who am I? Someone who kisses your shoulder when they're not supposed to. I'm wearing high heels by the pool so that makes everything OK. Now don't be charming, darling. There could be a lot of smashed vases in our future.

What should I do? Mind my manners? I'm the type of person to lose an emerald ring. I might drop it in my champagne and drink it. How can I be such a swine? Oh, darling. I hate to be thirsty.

Let's have a drink, medicinally. I'll stand on the couch and introduce myself. This isn't a drink; it's pure leopard sweat! You shouldn't be allowed to run around with me. I'll only give you a good time.

From BUSINESS

Let's settle our accounts. Let's conduct our interviews from the bathtub. Now hand me my robe. There's a pretty good chance I love you, but I'll have to take it up with my board of directors.

What in the name of heaven can they do? The contract's signed. Anyway, I like to be pawed over. I believe in keeping up your standards at night. Don't be such a sterling character, darling.

There are a lot of compliments lying around. Why don't you give me some? You're the kind of darling I hate. Now let's get ritzy. I'm a pair of diamond earrings away from sleeping with you.

I just want to get a smell of the money. I'm fed up with this kind of living. Will you help me with the zipper, darling? I never can get a zipper to close. I think that's good business.

I'm the kind of person who breaks heirloom ashtrays I'm the kind who whirls a jumbo globe. Have I said something awful? Why not? I like it when I have a bad idea. Why don't you make me your beneficiary, darling?

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Hi!!! Can I place a thrist post for our lovely captain of squad six? Where maybe his lovely little third seat fem reader. Discreetly brushes her ass against her captain “innocently” 😈 so starved of touch he can’t help but take her on his office desk??

Oh my- YES PLEASE I LOVE THIS. 🤤

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, pwp, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing), pet names (good girl), minors dni

Word Count: 0.6k

You had always had a thing for your captain, never letting it be a secret either. But Byakuya? He had never given you any reason to believe that it was true that he felt the same way about you. He had always been afraid that since you were his third seat he'd have to worry about others talking and you having to step down in turn.

When you had been called to his office you had wondered why. Paperwork? Since when did Byakuya Kuchiki ever ask for help with his paperwork? He never even let Renji touch that stuff. But you knew that defying him was not the best of options so you made your way to his office without hesitation.

But when you saw him standing in front of his desk, the clothing that covered him something you had never seen before... you weren't sure that you could keep yourself under control. Instead of his normal captain’s uniform, his sweatpants hung low on his hip, the t-shirt that he wore much tighter than you would have ever expected it to be.

You moved toward the desk, reaching for a new stack of papers, but keeping yourself as close to him as you could. Every ounce of you told you that this was a horrible idea, that you shouldn't get that close to your captain, but that's when your body pressed against him. The sudden friction made you both stop and the way he didn't pull away made you press your ass further into him.

Byakuya's eyes were wide, but a low growl in his chest gave away the reason that he hadn't pushed away from you. His hips pushed forward, his willpower not enough to stop him from doing so. He craved you, he always had, and you were giving him the perfect opportunity to show you as much.

His strong hands grabbed your wrist as you reached out, stopping you in your tracks as he spun you around toward him. The bulge in his sweatpants was visible as you looked over his body, watching his chest heaving with desire. Before you even knew that it was coming he leaned toward you, his lips pressing to yours as his hands slid down the backs of your thighs to lift you from the floor.

Byakuya took your body and placed you on the desk, his hands running over every inch of you. The way his cock pressed against his pants was painful, pressing against your heat as he leaned between your legs, rubbing just enough to catch your clit. A sharp whine into his mouth caused him to groan with desperation. His fingers pushed under the waistband of your pants, pulling at them to get them down your legs, both of you moving in tune with each other. It was like you had both done this a thousand times before as if you knew every part of each other's bodies.

As your shorts fell from your legs he pushed the front of his sweatpants down, both of you fighting for your breath as your lips continued to crash together. His hand grasped his cock and stroked, his body leaning into you again as he pushed your panties to the side. It had been so long since either of you had been with someone. So long since you had felt a man's hands on you.

Byakuya pushed his hips forward over and over, his cock bottoming out inside of you. Your back arched against the desk immediately, getting him as far into your body as he could. You needed every inch of him, the way his cock pounded against that one spot deep inside you had your head spinning.

His deep and rough voice rang through your ears as he leaned down, nipping the bottom of your earlobe. "That's a good girl. You have no idea just how long I've been waiting to do this."

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[ultrastarbee]

Uhhh to the request about virginity loss. Maybe mikey,mitsuya,draken and maybe other you feel safe about?

Don't forget to stay hydrated. Love you!!!!

Hello! Welcome to the dirty side of the hive, sweetie. We have lots pheromone and oh-so-sweet honey. I actually don't have many requests like this, so I end up not writing much nsfw. I would add Koko too, but I got carried away on his part, so I will make a special one just for him.

If you have other requests like this one please tell me abour reader's genitals so I can work better.

Title: His V-card loss Request: yees Couple: Mikey x reader, Mitsuya x reader, Draken x reader Category: dirty Content Warning: nsfw, sex, oral with male recieving, oral with reader recieving Word Count: 1.263 Summary: them losing their v-card A/N: of course, all characters are aged up here. I focused on different types of sex so it's more fun to read

MASTERLIST ....... RULES ....... SERIES LIST

Mikey

Mikey hates the feeling of being alone. Now he already pushed away all his friends, Toman doesn't exist anymore and his family is dead. He can't stand this. Mikey is so tired of his mind whispering things he shouldn't think about. That's how he ended up at your place.

"Mikey?" he enters by your bedroom window even though he has a copy of the door's key.

"Let me stay the night" Mikey climbs on your bed "please".

"Sweetie, you can stay whenever you want" you feel him crawling up your lap "you just never wanted before".

"That's not it" he seems like a little child on your lap like that holding you tight "I want to be closer to you right now".

This is not enough. Mikey needed you closer and closer to him. He need to know you aren't leaving. He starts to kiss your neck leaving small bites on it. His hands going under your shirt now grasping your waist to keep the hug. Not enough. Mikey takes off his own shirt and looks at you doubtful. You smiled to him taking off your clothes. You know where this is going to, Mikey isn't so sure. But he needs to feel you closer. Back on your lap Mikey keeps kissing and biting your neck, now going down your chest.

"Manjiro" you feel his body shivering from hearing his name. He is afraid you are going ask him to leave "kiss me".

Mikey's kiss is sloppy, but deep. So deep. Clenching your body even closer to his. Mikey is a mess right now. He moves from your lap just enough to kick off his pants. Your lap is not close enough, he needs more. Closer. He's alredy dripping pre cum while changing your position.

"Don't leave me" Mikey begs with tearful eyes.

"I will never leave you, Manjiro"

He puts it inside you. You can feel his hands shaking with the new feeling. Mikey can't do it slow, he needs you even closer. He hits you deeper each time at a needy pace. Mikey doesn't blush and he can't stop his kisses on your neck and chest. His marks now all over your. Mikey feels he's melting with you. He needs more. More friction, more wet kisses and more you. His pace speeding up driving you crazy. Mikey pours a thick load inside you, but he doesn't take it out. He still wants to be inside you.

"Promise it" Mikey pants looking at your face.

"What?"

"Promise you will never leave me"

"I promise" he doesn't believe you "Sano Manjiro, I promise I will never ever leave you!"

"You better not" Mikey snuggles against your chest. You know your boyfriend will now sleep untill you wake him up.

Mitsuya

You and Mitsuya are already dating for three years, but things don't seem to get more serious. You are not high schoolers anymore, yet you two never have time to spend together alone. Mitsuya is just too busy. You need to work with his schedules. Today he just finished a big project and will have some time for you. You can't lose this chance. You call Hakkai to keep an eye on Luna and Mana even though they are older now. Mitsuya would never relax if they stay alone at home.

"I'll do it for you, Taka-chan" as a soldier giving up on his own life Hakkai touches his friend shoulder.

"Stop the drama, Hakkai" you laugh looking at him "I'll talk to that girl you like for you".

"Thank, Y/n"

"Where are you two going?" Luna is the one who asks.

"We are going on a date, but I will be back soon" Mitsuya smiles at his sister concern.

"Maybe not so soon" you smile and MItsuya's face burns up.

"Have fun" Hakkai waves at you.

Mitsuya rides to your house with you holding his waist. You told him with all your words what you two would be doing today. It is a well planned date. Even Hakkai seems to know his friend is about to become a man today. Mitsuya tries to act normal, but he just can't.

"Takashi, relax" already inside your bedroom you touch his lilac hair "we don't need to do it if you don't want to".

"It's not about wanting or not" he sighs "I don't want it to be bad for you, I never did it".

"I'm happy to hear it. I mean, I am your first relationship, ain't I?" Mitsuya agrees and laugh a little.

You start by taking off his belt and pants. You can see the embarrassment on his face, but you can also see the buldge on his underwear. Mitsuya sits on your bed and you free his cock starting to lick his length. Poor Mitsuya is already a blushing mess holding your sheets. Every lick from your tongue leaves him longing for more. It's his first time feeling like that, the lovely despair every time your tongue moves on his cock. You then take all of him in your mouth. Mitsuya gasps for air. Your moves are too much for him, yet he tries to hold back. There's no use, he's soon holding your hair to help you move up and down his length. You can hear his moans becoming more desirous. Mitsuya warns you he's about to cum and does it on your chest.

"Sorry" it's all he can mutters. He's talking about getting your shirt dirty.

"It's fine, I will take it off anyway".

Draken

All his life the prostitutes who raised Draken gave him lots of tips on how to make sex feel better. How the fuck was he supposed to know if it's better when he never did it before? They also were always sure to give him condoms everyday since he made ten years. Now Draken lives alone he can't stop thinking about that times. He's lucky you never asked him to go to his house before. Draken is the kind of guy who pretends it's not a big deal, but he is terrified since the day you told him you wanted to do it.

"Are you sure you wanna do it?" Draken asks once again. It's already the ninth time he asks you this.

"I am sure. What about you?"

"Same" he smiles and opens the door. He was longing for it just as much as you.

Draken looked so composed before it's a surprise when he holds you agains the door as soon as he closed it. It's nice to have a man with attitude. Drakens kisses are long and always deep, taking all your air and leaving you panting. There's something overwhelming in the way he touches your body. One of his hands holding your waist while the other is gettind rid of your sweatpants as he distracts you with kisses.

Draken kneels down and spreads your legs starting with kisses on your inner thigh. Some light bites leaving you wanting more of him. He gets even closer and starts to lick around your hole. Your moans making Draken smile between your legs. His big hands now holding you agains the door to give you more stability as his tongue enters you. He takes his time on your pleasure. Every time you squirm he adds more pressure on his tongue inside you. You whimper closing your eyes. Draken moves his hands to your waist so he can hold you better as he tastes your orgasm.

Your smile is pure pleasure. Better take things to the couch before your legs give up.

[enduringdevotion]

Nicholas smiled as he led the other back inside his home and towards the downstairs bathroom, uncaring about dirtying a towel someone else might want to use. It was his house too, plus the person never showed up. He frowns as he wets the cloth, squeezing it out and turned to Xuanyu.

"You don't see me angry at you and I grin like an idiot every time you speak up. Pretty sure I like your personality and the people you knew were stuck up rich assholes who don't like anyone that go against their grain." Eyes roll at the thought but gently motions for the other to come close so he can set to work cleaning the other up.

He knew a thing or two about rich types, pricky bastards with no understanding of the simple things, turning their nose up at anything not perfect or 'pure' in their eyes.

"I don't want you to silence yourself or hide away. I want to see you point at things and ask questions, to be delighted in the world, to ask for things and-" He stops, sighing a moment to himself.

"I'm getting ahead of myself again. Trauma is hard, Astarion's helped me to understand that. Even says I need a therapist." He carefully brushes the warm, soft fabric over the other's face, careful in his actions best as he can be.

"It's an eventual thing. As much as I want you to believe me, to trust in me, I don't expect anything from you. Hell, if you decided you hated me and wanted to leave, I'd understand. Probably won't change how I feel about you, but I'll cope." He hesitates, gently closing the other's eyes to clean the skin.

He wanted to be loved, but if Xuanyu decided he wasn't worth it, or his hopes were too much-

"I've... Never loved like this before. Even with-" he stops, deflating as he simply focused on the task rather than his own words. "Even with my brother Livio. Orphans that bonded and became... More than family I guess. It wasn't so... Intense?" He frowns, leaning back to inspect his work and riffle through his thoughts.

"I get so jittery when I'm around you. Sleep like a brick with no ounce of nightmares when I hold you at night. Can't think straight half the time when you're on my mind yet I'm inspired to work harder, to apply myself and learn more so I can teach you, or pamper you with things and good food and-" once more he breaks off, face flushed as his free hand covered his face to muffle the frayed groan from his lips.

"Fuck, you make me a mess in all the best ways. I... I want to be a better person because of you. I don't know you well, true. I don't know your past, and honestly, I couldn't give two shits. You haven't seen the terrible things I've done, just the shit done to me. You haven't seen how I killed close friends without a second pause because He demanded me to, haven't seen the way I've survived shit I shouldn't, come back as a demon and killed.." He pinches his nose, breaths catching.

"Fuck, I fucked someone I called my brother for Christ's sake." He groans, setting the cloth on the counter to scrub his face, throwing fingers through his hair to breathe in deep.

"What I'm trying to say is, I'm not a good guy. But I'm trying to be. I want to be the best I can, for you. And that is fucking terrifying because I am so afraid of messing it up. So I get it, I get that fear, but we both can fumble through this relationship together. No one has a leg up in this, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing but I'm trying." He winces at his own words, eyes meeting the other looking anxious but hopeful.

"I know I just made a fool of myself but like you said, we don't know shit about each other. Astarion said transparency is super important, as did Bluebell, and I realized I haven't really been that open. So... Yeah, we can go to the aquarium as friends or as... Boyfriends, if you want. Whatever you're more comfortable with, yeah? No matter what you pick us to be, I still want to spend time with you, if my idiotic ramblings just now hasn't ruined any and all chances of that."

"Oh..." he murmurs, reaching up to touch his face.

He's actually very disappointed about it... there's a comfort, he's found, in painting his face, like a mask he can hide behind. Perhaps it comes from the way his mother would use it to hide his scrapes and bruises when he was younger, and that he really just found it pretty, and himself pretty too when he wore it. Like he had some kind ofcontrol over how he seemed, how others saw him. An illusion, but... he hardly cared. As time wore on, though, his hands would shake more and more often, worse and worse, and with that he lost a lot of dexterity. It wasn't easy to put on-- usually, he'd end up applying it far too heavily or uneven, looking more ghastly than pretty.

This was the first time he'd managed to paint his face in a way that looked pretty in years... and he's messed it up almost right away.

Nico's reassurance falls on ears not quite ready to hear it, or perhaps ready to hear but not prepared to believe. He had done that in the coda... the blood-stained ribbon remains tucked away in his things, still unwashed, still faintly copper-scented. So maybe... maybe there was one thing he hadn't failed.

That doesn't mean he won't fail Nico in some other way later on.

Still... he doesn't argue. Isn't sure how. It's like with Astarion... he knows that if he tries to push back he won't get anywhere, so while he's not exactly ready to trust just yet... he can at least accept the words on a surface level. Especially when Nico kisses him... he doesn't flinch now at all, even if he's not kissing back as enthusiastically as he was back on Sonare. Though a little part of him wants to, the fear still holds him back.

"There's not anyone who has liked my personality," he murmurs-- this, though, he can respond to. "I've... either made them angry, or... or they just make fun of me. Usually people want me to be quiet, stay out of sight... it's better that way. I won't make mistakes. I think... I don't really know what there is to like."

Even when he doesn't realize it, he's always doing something wrong. Like the fact that he breathes the same air as others is offensive in itself. It's not always been that way... though even when he was younger he was still a rather easy target for bullying and harrassment. These past few years, though... he'd already gone a long time without a positive interaction before coming here.

"I'm sorry, I forgot I was wearing it," he mutters, a little embarrassed now that they'll have to change course again, detour before heading out. And Nico had been all ready to go too... and he doesn't have the cosmetics with him to reapply it (and even if he had, it would probably take the better part of an hour, as a generous estimate). "Now it'll be even longer until we can go."

[diabolik-boys]

How the boys react when their s/o starded to act strange, when they go to the Garden, they found their s/o there and they were waiting someone, until Ritcher appeared and talk dirty and flirt to them and he kiss their s/o's hand

(I am only going to include Sakamaki brothers here, as Richter is "dead" by the time the Mukamis come into play. - Admin Azusa)

===== S/O BEING FLIRTED WITH BY RICHTER SCENARIO =====

===== S/O BEING FLIRTED WITH BY RICHTER: SAKAMAKI =====

"Well, what do we have here? Shall I meet your acquaintance? Perhaps you do not know of me just yet. Believe me, you will soon enough."

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"... What are you doing here, Richter?"

Shu would be annoyed, and immediately just go to his S/O and bring them away from Richter.

Whatever nonsense Richter is there for and bothering his S/O about, he would put a stop to it.

He'd warn Richter to stay away, for his better good.

Would not be afraid to warn Richter more, and not afraid to be challenged. As much as he'd like to lay low and rest easy, he would fight for his S/O.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

"Get away from them this instant. I am not interested in your tricks, Richter."

Reiji would be immensely careful and cautious considering Richter, and how he knows the history of that man.

He'd go over and remove his S/O from the situation, and warn them to not interact with Richter.

However, Reiji would also warn Richter to stay away, and that he has no business with his S/O.

Reiji would be fine with putting an end to Richter, should he continue getting in the way. However, it would be subtle, and as if Reiji was fine with everything that Richter had done by that point. He'd slip in poison in some tea, and tell Richter he told him so.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

"Get the fuck away from my shit! Ugh, get a life, old man!"

Ayato would be annoyed most definitely. He would just want his S/O to himself, no matter who is around them.

So, seeing Richter would make him pissed off. He'd go up to them both and kind of just yank his S/O aside, away from Richter.

He'd ask what the hell he'd be doing there and not wanting them to talk with Richter anymore than they already have. He'd put out a warning first. But then, he would not be afraid to fight if needed.

Ayato would not be afraid and would not back down from a fight with Richter over his S/O if needed.

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

"Go away. I don't need you here."

Kanato is more mildly annoyed at his uncle's presence than anything. He doesn't want his hands dirty, so he will just go and get his S/O away from him.

He wouldn't like seeing whatever Richter is there for. He'd tell him to back off and then scold his S/O for even interacting with him.

Kanato would become more paranoid and irritated.

Kanato would ask for his brothers help if Richter continued to mess with him and his S/O. He wouldn't want to fight with his own hands, but would if necessary.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

"Hm. Isn't this a nice surprise. Hello, Richter. How has the emo loner life been?"

Laito is annoyed at his uncle's appearance. Let alone talking to his S/O. He'd waltz right over and take his S/O in his arms back, safe away from Richter.

He'd start off with a warning. But he would not be afraid to attack should Richter continue to try and interfere.

Would scold and warn his S/O of being around that man.

However, Laito would most definitely be willing to put himself in between Richter and his S/O with more fight if necessary.

=============== Subaru Sakamaki ===============

Subaru sighs. "What are you doing here, old man? Shouldn't you be elsewhere? Get away from them before you pick a fight with me."

Subaru would immediately go and get his S/O away from Richter, not wanting any drama or bloodshed to happen just yet.

He'd ask what the hell he was doing with his S/O, and warn him firmly to never interact with them again. After that, he would not be afraid to fight him.

Subaru would keep his S/O safe from whatever Richter might try to do.

Easily would put up a fight with Richter if worse comes to worse.

[madd-devil]

Peau d'Âne's daughter and the Lost Boy

This is part 1 and 2 are there :) this is the final part!!!

Summary: After (Y/N)'s sudden departure, Felix deals with loneliness and his own feelings.

Liphine the Lilac Fairy, godmother of royal princesses and princes, had been staying with them since she had been freed from her prison. She was a very nice person, and Felix came to appreciate her quite a lot. She was maternal in her own way, and he enjoyed that she wasn’t pitying him like the others were doing. But, she didn’t understand a lot of the mortal’s life: she seemed intrigued on why Felix was washing the dirty dishes. He replied he needed to get them done, and since the dishwasher was broken (or Rumpletilskin had lied to him again in order to punish the lost boy with chores), someone had to do them.

"Do you want to be taught some magic? You have shown quite the ability when you touched my wand."

"You… know what happened?" Felix asked, feeling like a child who had been stealing and caught. He washed his hands quickly as he finished lining up the plates so they could dry.

"Of course. My wand is connected to me, this is why Rumpletilskin put it in this… hideous box." The fairy spoke, probably repulsed by the box which was a simple one. "First, we have to fix your posture. Head up, behave as if you were a puppet." She instructed, putting the wand underneath his chin.

“I am not very sure it will work, Liphine. I am not… great at learning.”

“Hush now, child, and listen to your elders.” The fairy instructed as she went on about the importance of pronunciation and posture in order to cast a spell.

The evening came fast, and the blond was tired. Learning was indeed laborious but thankfully, Liphine was very patient with him. He liked that about her too: just like (Y/N), she made sure he had understood everything and replied to every of his questions without questioning or deeming them as stupid.

Sometimes, the fairy would leave or disappear, stating she was searching for (Y/N). Felix didn’t believe her most of the time about this, but he didn’t want to find out what she was actually doing. He understood and knew it was hard to live in this town, and under this roof, especially with a mortal enemy.

As the evening came, Felix found himself eating alone, again, in the small kitchen. The door opened on its own, and the Dark One walked in, a lot of papers and documents in his hands. He still walked with that awful cane. The blond didn’t say anything, not afraid of him, he just didn’t feel like speaking. And he was certain that if he did, it would lead to yet another argument between the two of them.

"Any news from her?" Rumpletilskin suddenly asked, his eyes not meeting him as he was arranging his paperwork.

"No." Felix replied in a soft tone as he stood up and put his plate in the sink. "She… I don't think she wants to talk to anyone."

He thought he was done with it so he walked past the older man. He put his mug inside the dishwasher and closed it. Glancing warily at the Dark One, he sighed in relief when there was no sign that he wished to talk more about the subject.

"I don't… We shouldn't have taken you here. Our lives would have stayed the same." He muttered under his breath which made Felix’s blood boil.

"How can you say that?! You brought this upon yourself! I wasn't the one hiding secrets from her!" Felix snapped, turning around suddenly. His hands reached for a kitchen knife, a urge to kill manifesting in his body.

"Stop it you two!"

It was the first time he had heard Belle raising her voice at them. He was very astonished by that: that woman was always soft spoken and never really got angry. She looked mad as well: her hair was disheveled and her eyes glared at both of them.

"You have been arguing for the last week. No wonder (Y/N) left if she knew you were going to be that way." She groaned and Rumpletilskin rushed at her side, begging her not to go away. "I am not leaving, but this situation is already hard. Don't aggravate it please."

"Will do. Sorry." Felix apologized, figuring that having her on his side was more important than fighting with the Dark One. "Liphine is waiting for me." He told them as he moved to go outside, sensing the usual warmth of the Lilac fairy. He felt excited to learn more about magic.

"At this time? It's dark outside." Belle spoke out in a motherly tone.

"We will be in the garden. She says she wants me to learn about stars."

"Constellation magic. Good choice." Rumpletilskin nodded, understanding the terms more than Belle.

The blond haired boy enjoyed spending time with the fairy. She seemed to understand him more than everyone else in this town. She was kind and nice but she had that light in her eyes when things didn't go her way… Her magic was the most extraordinary he had ever seen. He was sure Pan couldn't rival her in any ways in this domain.

She was waiting for him as usual outside, her eyes on the sky. He approached her silently, not wanting to spook her. But she seemed to know he was there: she turned her head and smiled at him.

"Rumpletilskin is making your head spin with anger, isn't he?"

"How do you know that?"

"Magic, my dearest."

He loved her kind words to him. It changed from the harsh environment in Neverland. When he thought about it, it felt like this time was centuries ago. He suddenly started to feel… shame. Shame for forgetting so quickly about his former home, yes sometimes it was bad and harsh, but he had some kind of family there.

"Are you alright?" The question made him snap back to reality and he just nodded, affirming he was indeed okay. He didn’t want to worry her that much.

The lesson went on smoothly and Liphine seemed proud of finding a new protégé. She was radiating such grace and joy, Felix wondered if she ever felt sad in her life. She was also incredibly nonchalant, taking life as it was coming. He also wondered if she had always been this wise, but sometimes her sentences were a bit weird, and sometimes, she talked like she was singing a poem. Her words matched with each other.

Her magic was also very different from (Y/N) and Rumpletilskin, hers was clearly made for goodness. He had witnessed such terrors and horrors with Pan’s as well that he always believed only served to attack or curse someone. He helped her pack up the books she had used and pulled from thin air and went back inside. Oddly enough, Belle and Rumple weren’t present.

“They must have left somewhere.” Felix hummed, liking the fact he was not with the old man. “I have the house for myself.” He then smiled, enjoying the silence. “Where are you going tonight?” He asked the fairy after putting some books on a shelf.

“Seeing some old fairy friends. You wouldn’t like it, you are too young to understand what we speak about.” She answered, leaving some parts of mystery again in her sentences. “I must make haste and leave at once. Be a dear, and keep my wand close to you.”

“Wait what? Why?” He felt like it was a huge responsibility bestowed upon him. The wand felt light and cold in his hands and he was still very fascinated by the crystal and sparkly object. “How can she use magic without her wand?” He questioned no one, very confused on how she was able to do this.

He was now alone in the house. Felix tried to figure out how to spend those precious hours alone, in the dark. He thought about annoying Rumpletilskin by messing up not only the house but also his precious store. Did he like the store more than Belle? Maybe it was time to find out!

With a chuckle, he approached an odd bronze statue of a lion and a mouse, that he knew the Dark One loved. The lion had a crown on his head and the mouse seemed to eat a nest trap. He wondered why Rumpletliskin had this statue protected by thick glass; it didn’t seem very valuable in Felix’s eyes. He stayed there, for a few minutes, observing the statue. Perhaps it was moving or magical, and he couldn’t see it.

“You traitor!”

Suddenly, someone knocked him down, and Felix’s head hit the ground hard. He howled at the pain and tried to get his attacker off him. Sharon started to hiss at the stranger, and he guessed it was bad news. If the cat didn’t seem to appreciate someone and reacted this way, it was better to be on his guard, and the blond haired boy was more than on his guard. He pushed the opponent to his left and quickly got up, scrambling to get a weapon. Luckily, the shop was full of them, so he was able to get an old and rusty broken sword. It would do for now.

“You… You traitor, you good for nothing useless son of a bitch!”

It was Peter Pan.

He was standing there, panting, eyes burning holes into his former second in command.

His eyes held such a fury that Felix shivered instantly his hands started to shake badly but he still held his ground. Why would Peter even call him a traitor? He didn’t do anything! He was not the one snooping to the heroes about his whereabouts back on Neverland, where he failed again and again. So, he was confused and surprised to be able to see him. Last thing he remembered, he was imprisoned in some sort of magic box.

Everything hit him like a brick: Felix was supposed to help Pan out. He was supposed to break him free. That was the reason for his wrath and anger. surely, he could calm him down. It was incredible that he broke free by his own means, he was such a powerful being, and the blond haired boy felt the same energy of when he met the king of Neverland for the first time: tiny. He felt small.

“You are fucking around with his daughter!” Pan accused, stepping quickly toward his direction, kicking the cat out of his way.

“She is not his daughter! And I am not fucking her!” Felix yelled, backing off in the kitchen. How did Pan know about (Y/N)? Has he broken free earlier and spied on him? Why? “I was using her, I was trying to make a plan to help you!”

“No you didn’t. I had to do it on my own. If you want to get things down, then you have to do it yourself, as we say.” He responded and Felix felt small again, like a little boy being scolded by his father after being falsely accused of breaking a vase. “You changed Felix… or perhaps you didn’t. You were always a little shit. I am glad you shed your true colors. I have no use for you now.”

Behind him, the former lost boy heard the kettle boiling. Taking a glimpse as fast as he could, he didn’t take the time to question who had put the object on the stove. This didn’t matter now, what did was that Pan was ready to kill him, and Felix didn’t want to die now. He wanted to see (Y/N) before, and other things. The girl really had taken over his thoughts.

“I never meant to betray you Pan.” He started to move toward the stove slowly, thinking he could at least try to talk it out with the green devil. “It is so different here.”

“A good second in command wouldn’t have done that.”

“Well, sometimes, you just have to try something new. It is part of learning.” He could feel the heat of the stove on his back and he stopped, looking like a mouse in a trap.

“And growing up. You disappoint me Felix, you who had such a strong fear of becoming an adult, you smell and behave like one now.” The green eyed boy spat with such venom that Felix had trouble coming up with something else. “I should have killed you centuries ago, you ugly bastard.”

“You’re right… Ladies often took a very quick and strong liking to you. Will it be better if your face melted off?!” Felix finished as he grasped the handle of the kettle and threw the hot water at Peter’s face, before throwing the whole object at his former best friend and darting out of the kitchen as the latter howled in pain.

He tried to go upstairs, the wand still cold in his left hand. However, he barely dodged a fireball that destroyed an ancient painting which got consumed by the fire. He winced: Rumpletilskin will make him pay for that, but his anger was the last of his problems. Now, Pan was furious and enraged, and Felix knew better than anyone that he was going to be destroyed slowly if Peter got his hands on him.

Whirling around, Felix decided to use the wand and casted a spell, just like Liphine had taught him. He used his energy and his fear of dying to make a blast big enough to send Peter against the wall. Perhaps it will also weaken him. But, with the lack of practice, all it formed was a small light purple sphere that the king of Neverland stopped quite easily. The blond haired boy was out of breath, using magic when you weren’t used to it was very wearing and tiring. Unfortunately, this was the moment Pan chose to jump on him, and he accidentally let go of the wand, which fell on the carpet below.

“You know magic?! YOU?!” Peter slammed his fist right in his face, and his other hand was circling the blond’s throat, preventing him from breathing.

“They… They tried to teach me…” He made out with a gurgle, as blood started to roll from his nose, knowing it was broken. He winced as Pan snatched a handful of his blond locks, turning his face toward the stairs. He never understood why Pan didn’t like sharing his wiseness and magic, perhaps, it showed how greedy his former best friend was.

“I am going to scare you a little more, and then show your fucking face to his bitch of a daughter, she will finally see what the true Felix looks like…” Peter whispered with a sadistic smile, his tone low and dangerous. “And when I am through with you, they will not even recognise your fucking ugly self.”

He was not ready for the pain.

Peter Pan didn’t waste his time slamming Felix’s face against the wooden stairs, and he was trying to stop him by all means. After the two attempts at breaking his face, Peter stopped, he seemed euphoric, chuckling at the bloody mess he had made. The blond only closed his eyes, praying it will soon be over, but knowing him, he knew it won’t be the case. He had to endure it somehow.

“Get away from him!”

The voice startled both of the boys. Felix felt free abruptly and he had trouble supporting his head, so he laid it against his arm, on the stairs. He knew who was there now and he felt incredibly relieved. He curled on himself and tried to get his strength back, but it was hard when your face had been slammed repeatedly into the stairs. But he needed to see what was going on, so he turned his head and was amazed by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

As he expected, (Y/N) was present, and she was using her magic offensively against Peter Pan, who couldn’t dodge all of her spells and hexes. She looked infuriated and angry, and he could feel how tense she was by the way she casted and used her magic. It was wild, powerful, violent and intense. When hope seemed lost to Peter, the latter just smiled again, but this time, it was a smile for manipulation and the blond hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t fall for that.

“Relax, love, I was just teaching him a lesson.”

“I am going to teach you one: never lay a hand on him again or I will kill you, tear your limbs apart while you still are breathing and use your body parts to decorate my bedroom!” (Y/N) hissed as she used her magic to open the backdoor, the one which led directly to the store. “He’s in there!” She yelled at someone, but Felix couldn’t see who.

In less than a few minutes, Pan was stripped away from his powers. The Dark One and Liphine (who had recovered her magic wand) seemed to have accomplished something he never thought could happen. He was harmless now, and apparently, they were taking him somewhere more protected than a tiny box. It happened all so fast, it made his head spin.

The former lost boy struggled to get up, using the stair’s railing as support. He gasped and instantly coughed, feeling how bad he had been injured. His face must look horrendous. Pan had at least succeeded in that.

“Oh, Felix, I am so sorry!” (Y/N) hurried at his side, and decided to walk him to her bedroom. “I should have been there, there to protect you, but I didn’t have a good connection where I was, so I didn’t get Rumple’s text about Pan apparently breaking free and disappearing and I knew he was coming for you, and I got so worried-!” She was speaking so fast it was hard to understand, but Felix was glad somehow at least cared for him. He just nodded and tried to thank her but found it was hard for him to speak. She noticed this and immediately sat him down on her bed. “Your scar… It’s opened again. But don’t worry, I am going to heal you. I am not good but… I will do my best!”

It was painful. Less painful than getting his face bashed, but it was hurting to feel his skin being closed magically. He grunted under her touch, but tried to keep on a brave face. She was kind enough to do this for him. He felt like a weight to her. Maybe she had other things to do and only stuck with him because the Dark One commanded her to do so? Was it possible?

“There… All done. We should drive you to the hospital though, just to make sure. I want you to be okay.”

Felix’s eyes locked with hers, and he saw the faint blush spread over her face, and the way she was nervously biting her lips. She seemed to be waiting for something. In most fairy tales, the lady who was saved gives a kiss to their knight, their savior. Maybe he could do this as well? Would it be rude? Brushing those thoughts aside and chasing his anxiety, Felix leant in and kissed her cheek softly. Now, he was blushing as well.

“Thank you. For… for saving me.” He said shyly, stammering and playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“I am sorry for leaving. I will never do that again, I promise.” She replied, sitting next to him and reaching for his hand, tracing circles in his palm. It sent shivers through his body, but it was quite agreeable, especially after the violent altercation he had. He used that opportunity by being close to her to lay his head on her shoulder. He didn’t know why he acted like that suddenly, but being with her just washed away what happened. “I contacted my grandfather, the father of my “mother”. He is a king too. He wants to meet me. I want you to come with me. It would be nice, just both of us, traveling… I believe Liphine wants to go back too.”

“You want to do that with me? Seriously?” He asked, incredulous at the idea she asked him, of all the people, to go back to her realm.

“Of course, I would be happy if you accepted. I… I really like spending time with you.” She stated nervously. “Actually… I quite like you.”

“I do too.” Felix replied without thinking, a bold move from his part, but he didn’t regret it. “I would love to come with you, even if it meant to travel to the end of the world.”

“That’s… a very cute thing to say.” She giggled and still massaged his hand softly. “Everything is going to be alright now.”

For the first time, Felix believed it as well. A small smile spread on his lips.

Yes, everything was going to be alright.

[bellatrixscurls]

“switching” ☁️ f.g.w.

warning : smut, degradation, dom/sub, edging, feelings, breeding, lmk if i need to add any! (:

summary : george is a soft dom, so fred, as a good brother, offers to tame you. but when you two finally get to it, he loses control.

a/n : please please please lmk if you like it or not, it's my first smut and skdjsk i'm really nervous (': <3 also, i love george, but my mind is so messed up, i apologize in advance.

word count : 2.3k

"i'd like to teach her a lesson," said fred, his eyes narrowed as he watched you from a fair distance "that is, if you'd let me, of course."

and how could george say no ? after all, he was a soft dom, and everytime you said something, he would oblige without giving it a second thought. he had been discussing with fred about this, so how could he refuse him now ?

"yes" was the answer fred got, that made him so, so happy. but he didn't get to enjoy it enough, when george called you "y/n/n, come here, bun". fred knew that you wouldn't want to sleep with him, after all, it was kind of weird, but that wasn't the main reason why. you didn't want to sleep with him because he wasn't like george at all, you knew that he would make you do everything he wants, and won't stop even if you're screaming.

but either way, you made your way towards them : two identical people, yet one of them was your safest place, while the other terrified you. "yes ?" you asked softly and pressed closer, snuggling against your lover's chest.

george took a deep breath, arms around his body as he couldn't even manage to move them, millions of thoughts running through his head : what if you leave him before he even gets to finish his sentence ? what if you decide that you like fred better ? "freddie wants to show you something tonight, sweet. do you want him to ?"

even if you knew what he was talking about, because you were eavesdropping the entire time before he had called you, you frowned, "show me what, georgie ?"

"i believe that you shouldn't question your boyfriend, y/l/n" spat fred, trying to keep his composure, "just come with me tonight, one night. think you can do that ?" he said, more calmly. your eyes darted from fred to george, and then back to fred before nodding slightly. you let him take your hand and apparated to the twins' shared flat.

***

it was awkard, really. you had gone to their flat a million times before, but never to fred's room. it was always george's.

interrupting your thoughts, fred placed you gently on the bed, arms on each side of your head as you were watching him with big eyes. being so afraid of someone should be illegal.

"i wouldn't have to do this if you weren't such a brat, y/n. i hope you know that" you took your lower lip between your teeth, trying your best not to let it tremble at his words. he was blaming you.

with all the courage you had, you denied, "not a brat, g-georgie says i'm his good girl" but your protests weren't any help, in fact, they made fred so angry - how dare you disrespect him like that ? - were his thoughts.

"𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘦" he mocked your voice, "is full of shit. you are just a fucking brat, a needy whore, a cumslut, nothing more" oh no. fred realized that degradation was never something that george was into, so you were completely new to this.

raising your upper body, you glared at him as he took off his belt, followed by his trousers, and eventually his boxers. "and what are you gonna do about that, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 ? gonna fuck the brat out of me, huh ?" you challenged.

he groaned at the nickname, making his way to where you were laying on his bed, eyes completely red with anger, " 'm gonna show you how i treat good girls, gonna fuck you so good you will be begging to be 𝘮𝘺 good girl, not george's, not anyone else's, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

you shivered aggressively, not knowing if you were frightened or excited.

so you opened your legs, in that moment you were thinking with your body, and not your brain. you thought this whole 'dirty talk' was part of the routine.

"so, so wet, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺" you mewled, "wanna feel your big cock stretch me out so-" your breathing was cut off when fred slammed himself inside of you, pausing for a second to catch his breath. you really were doing things to him. things he couldn't explain.

when his eyes went down to your face, he could see the way they were glistening, he had never seen you look at him like that before, but the problem was - he had never seen you look like that at george.

however, the thoughts disappeared when he felt your hips buck up, pressing yourself so fred was now balls deep inside you.

his pace was fast and he was totally not making love to you, his movements hard as if he just needed a fuck, as if you didn't mean anything. and thinking further, that was the only way it was right.

"you're such a fucking slut" he tutted, eyes never leaving yours as you practically squirmed beneath him, "i don't think george would be happy to know how much of a slut 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 actually is, would he ?"

you shook your head, "d-don't care" you mumbled and your eyes widened when you saw his widen as well. you couldn't even think straight, but something made you want to carry on, "only want you, only care about you, freddie" your mewls were intoxicating, causing him to go even faster to the point that he was practically ruining you.

"do you, now ?" you nodded, "does it feel too good, you don't even think straight now, 𝘣𝘶𝘯 ?" he mocked, trying to convince himself that you were deep into subspace that you didn't even think anymore. his thruts were painfully delicious, the feeling of him stretching your walls felt like heaven, "such a bad girl."

your eyes snapped to his in an instant when you heard the last few words - 'such a bad girl' - were the words running through your head as you tried to keep the tears in and not let the subspace control you. but you couldn't, and fred noticed.

so for the first time that night, and for the first time ever, he leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. and you were enjoying it. pulling him closer by the back of his neck, your fingers curled around it, making him let out a strangled groan. "gonna cum for me, y/n/n ?" you nodded, watching him in awe as you noticed his swollen lips, "yeah ? gonna make a mess all over my cock ?"

your legs trembled both from his words and the roughness of his thrusts. he looked incredible on top of you, and he sure did beneath you as well. he went to grip the back of your thighs as his animalistic thrusts seemed to make him lose his balance. "tell me what you want, puppy, use those fucking words. daddy wants to hear you beg, come on."

you felt the knot in your belly twist even tighter, but you didn't want to disappoint him; you wanted to get to be his good girl once again, maybe not only once. "w-want you to cum inside me, d-daddy, want it so bad" he didn't let you continue, and found his lips moving aggressively against yours for the second time that same night. he didn't expect you to want him to cum inside of you, let alone actually tell him that.

trying to keep his composure, - even though you made him absolutely crazy - fred's right hand left one of your thighs and traveled down, stopping at your clit. he started rubbing like there was no tomorrow, desperate to make you cum so he could fulfill your only wish at the moment - you, y/n y/l/n, wanted him to cum inside of you. not george, not pucey, 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

the mere thought of you filled with his babies made him go absolutely mad and without knowing, his fingers began rubbing faster. the motions were circular, rough, merciless even. he wanted it so bad, he wanted to be the reason of your cries of pleasure.

"f-f-fredie, fuck!" you screamed, unable to speak on a normal tone anymore - his movements were heaven, he was heaven. "can i c-cum ? please, daddy! please please pl-"

your pleas were like music to his ears, causing him to unfocus for a second before his eyes snapped back to yours, "cum" was all he said before you came with a desperate, breathless cry "f-feels too good, daddy, ugh!"

"yeah, that's fucking right" he whispered, making your skin get goosebumps as you felt his breath fan over the side of your face, "still want daddy's cum, pup ? want him to fill you up with his babies ?"

coming down from your high, you could say that you were fully aware by then, and even so, you nodded eagerly, desperate to feel his cum, "please do, daddy. want it so bad, gotta have your babies, gotta have- please."

he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly while your hands roamed all over his back and abdomen, "y'gonna be the death of me, i swear to m-" a breathless grunt fell off his parted lips as you felt him twitch inside of you. you wanted it so bad, that you even started clenching around him, encouraging him to give you his babies. "that's it, you fucking slut, gonna give you m'babies now, gonna make you pregnant" another grunt, "gotta let georgie know who makes you feel this goo-d" his forehead fell against yours and you felt his hot cum coat your velvety walls, needy groans leaving his lips as he did so.

you waited a few minutes for him to relax, and when he finally did, you felt his flexed arms relax and give in to your touch. "made me feel so good, freddie. thank you so much, bub" you kissed his forehead and reached up to stroke his hair lovingly, feeling his dripping forehead wet yours.

"i- y/n, i know i should be sorry but i'm not" he admitted, "you make me feel so fucking good and i want to be able to say that not only once, but over and over again" he rested his cheek upon the left side of your chest, looking up at you with doe eyes.

you looked down at him as well, and couldn't bite back a big smile, "goodnight, freddie."

you were going to stay the night, he thought.

of course you were, you thought, almost as if reading his thoughts.

"goodnight, puppy."

[existslikepristin]

Yexercise

This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

~~~~~

You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

~~~~~

“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

~~~~~

“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

~~~~~

“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

~~~~~

“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

~~~~~

In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

~~~~~

You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on.  You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

~~~~~

You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

[elsecrytt]

elsey my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, I absolutely adore the way you write Simeon and I am willing to give you a big smooch in exchange for some Simeon x reader content

on a whim and bc i had interactions with him playing the new lesson, i grant u,,, simeon surprise guest

oh also thank you for your kind words <3 i'm kinda blanking on requests rn but this one happened to be vague enough that i could just take a random little idea and run with it

whip of love on simeon is a BIG HEARTS interaction, would you believe it??

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"Hahaha~ This is a rather exciting expression of love."

Simeon smiles at you, eyes crinkling with happiness as the whip snaps against him.

You release your breath in a hiss - Simeon would call it a huff - and look away.

"If you don't like it, just say so." There was no need for him to taunt you about it.

Setting the whip aside, you cross your arms, trying not to feel the flush on your cheeks.

Simeon approaches closer, even as you handily avoid his gaze.

"When did I say that? It's always nice to spend time with you. I like it when you express yourself." He tilts your chin to look back at him.

His smile is beguiling, bewitching; it's as if he hadn't been baring his chest to your tender mercies mere moments ago.

"Yeah, you liked that, did you? Some angel you are."

Simeon nods, solemnly, as if you aren't talking about how he giggled at the lick of the whip he'd handed you himself.

"It's an angel's duty to watch over humans," His voice is high, serene, even laced with obvious pleasure, "And of course, to provide them with satisfaction and release."

On closer inspection (when had he gotten so close?) you think you can see a bruise blackening brown skin where the whip had struck - just below his left breast.

You give him a dry look. "So should I pick up the whip again?"

"If you want to." Simeon tils his head closer, so you can feel his warm breath on your already hot cheeks. "But shouldn't I get a turn, too?"

No way. "Absolutely not."

He laughs, again, a noise like sunlight, "Don't be afraid. I would never hurt you, you know."

Your angel's lips taste like the sweetest nectar; eyes bright and enchanting as his dark hair, wisping against your face like silk.

Like his gentle whispers as long, deft fingers work underneath your clothes, tug them off.

Tender, like the unfolding of wings - somewhere, somehow - or maybe it's the downy sheets he lays you into, the clean, cool linen of his bed that you worry about mussing, only to receive a chuckle from him as he slides his hand between your legs and smiles to find it coated slick with your arousal.

Like the warm yellows and oranges of his room, like his hair that takes an a chestnut hue, the white ceiling above him.

"Should you like for me to fuck you, dear thing?" He croons in your ear, "Would that please you, my sweet little human?"

He was too fucking good at dirty talk for an angel, too.

"Obviously," You grind out, without looking away.

He'd taught you not to avert your gaze at moments like this.

Edged you and teased you and denied you for so long you were certain you'd not be able to cum at all - of course, Simeon proved you wrong on that count, as well, as his hand between your legs reminds you.

He'd draw it out for hours and more for the sin of denying him the pleasure of looking him in the eyes while he made you his.

"I'm glad." The words come with barely concealed glee, in a veneer of calm.

At least his eyes are pretty. Blue and green at once, with a glint of light like heavenly gold in them, shining down at you intense as the noonday sun.

You heard the sun never goes down in the Celestial Realm; you only need to be with Simeon to feel as if the light is always on you.

"Let me show you, then. How much I want you. I'll pour all my love out onto you..."

Simeon's fingers don't pause as they speak; they work between your squirming legs, stroking and pressing until the swell of bliss was impossible to ignore.

Your name escapes his lips like a prayer, even as he settles himself over you like a predator.

Hands writhe at your sides, uncertain, while you wilt under the heat of Simeon's gaze. He's just above your chest, gazing down at you, chin tilted up with his neck stretched as he stares at you with half-lidded, sultry eyes.

You swallow. "Simeon..."

"Do you know how this feels? How much I want to touch you, hold you, know how every inch of your body feels - with my hands, my lips, my tongue?"

There is an impossible fervor in his words, as if he's rasping each word out, despite his smooth, velveteen voice.

"With my cock?" That makes you writhe beneath him, knee brushing up into his erection. "No, I suppose you don't, do you?"

In your chest, your heart pounds, heavy thuds that remind you of the pulse between your legs, where he draws your pleasure as easily as he writes his words.

He's so good with his words. You wish you could tell him you loved him in as many words as he told you.

"I love you, Simeon." will have to do, for now.

"And I love you," He whispers, trailing kisses up your neck.

He sucks a mark into a vein, throbbing, pressing his tongue into it like his thumb digs into a spot between your legs that has you squealing.

"And I am grateful for every moment I get with you... seeing you beneath me, hearing you beg or moan my name, feeling you cum on my hands - I think I'll do that right now, if it's all right with you."

(It is, in fact, all right with you)