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lisasmuts · 3 days ago

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EPILOGUE | pt 1

Lalisa Manoban

Epilogue to The Debt Series.

5k words.

The Debt Series.

( The after life of the debt. What happens when the debt is finally repaid? )

Two months have passed since Eli’s debt was cleared, but lisa’s visits to y/n have become an unbreakable habit. Every weekend, she slips away, driven by an insatiable need for the pleasure and fulfillment only he can provide.

Though lisa takes birth control pills religiously, there are times when she intentionally forgets, hoping against hope that y/n’s seed will finally take root within her womb. The prospect of carrying his child, of being irrevocably bound to him, fills her with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Yet, despite her efforts, lisa remains unfulfilled. The aching desire to be bred, to be claimed as y/n’s own, lingers within her, a constant source of both pleasure and frustration. Still, she continues to seek him out, driven by an addiction she can no longer control.

In the quiet moments between their trysts, lisa finds herself torn between the love she still holds for Eli and the all-consuming lust she feels for y/n. but as the weekends come and go, it becomes increasingly clear that her heart and body belong to only one man – the one who has awakened a hunger within her that can never be fully satisfied.

As the new weekend arrived, lisa once again made an excuse to Eli and hurried to y/n’s home. The familiar rush of anticipation coursed through her veins as she stepped through the door, knowing exactly what was to come.

The moment y/n laid eyes on her, a predatory grin spread across his face. Without a word, he pulled her into arms, crushing his lips against hers in a searing, dominating kiss. Lisa melted into his embrace, her body thrumming with unbridled desire.

From that moment on, the two of them became lost in a carnal haze, their limbs tangled together as y/n claimed her again and again.

Saturday morning bled into afternoon, then evening, as he relentlessly filled her womb with his seed, satisfying the insatiable hunger that only he could quench.

As the rose on Sunday, their passionate tryst continued unabated. Lisa’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the room, her nails raking down y/n’s back as he drove into her with unyielding fervor. By the time Monday morning arrived, both of them were utterly spent, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat and mingled fluids.

Yet, even as she reluctantly prepared to return to chitransh, lisa knew that she would come back. For y/n had become an addiction she could no longer shake – a dark, consuming need that she’ll forever cherish.

As lisa began to leave, y/n suddenly stopped her, pulling her back into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, peppering her neck with soft, lingering kisses.

“My dear, I have some news,”

He murmured against her skin.

“I’ll be going out of the city for the next two weeks.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. The thought of being separated from y/n, even for a short time, filled her with sense of unease.

“Two weeks?”

She breathed, her brow furrowing slightly.

“But I… I don’t know if I can wait that long, y/n. You know how much I need you.”

Turning in his embrace, she gazed up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of longing and trepidation.

“Please, can’t you stay? I don’t think I can bear being apart from you for that long.”

y/n kissed lisa deeply, his grip on her possessive and unyielding.

“My darling, I admit I also cannot bear to be apart from you for so long.”

He murmured against her lips.

“Why don’t you come with me? I would be lost without you by my side.”

Lisa’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and elation. The prospect of spending two uninterrupted weeks with her insatiable lover filled her with a sense of giddy anticipation.

“Oh, y/n, I would love nothing more!”

She breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be ready.”

Pressing herself flush against him, she captured his lips in a searing, passionate kiss, her body thrumming with barely contained desire. The thought of being alone with y/n, free from the constraints of the outside world, was almost too much to bear. This was her chance to fully surrender to the hunger that consumed her – and she had no intention of letting it slip away.

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she broke the kiss, her laughter bubbling forth.

“I remember, y/n! that time we had a whole week to ourselves – what a mess you made of me!”

She shook her head, a playful grin spreading across her lips.

“And look at me now, a shameless slut, cheating on my boyfriend with his bestfriend.”

Leaning in, she pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“And now, imagine, y/n – two whole weeks, 14 days, just you and me. We can fuck, and fuck, and fuck some more, to our heart’s content.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr.

“My daddy is going to ruin me, isn’t he?”

y/n’s grip on lisa’s ass tightened possessively as he growled into her ear.

“That one week was just the beginning, my dear.”

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

“Oh yes, my lily, your daddy is going to ruin you so much, my love.”

Lisa shivered with unbridled desire, her body trembling with anticipation. She pressed herself flush against him, her lips ghosting over his.

“Then what are you waiting for, daddy?? Ruin me. Ruin me until I can’t remember anyone else but you.”

With a feral growl, y/n captured her lips in a searing, possessive kiss, his hands roaming her curves as he backed her towards the bedroom. The next two weeks were going to be delicious, carnal descent into oblivion and lisa couldn’t wait to lose herself in it completely.

As y/n and lisa were about to undress each other once more, the shrill ring of lisa’s phone interrupted the moment. She shot y/n an annoyed glance before reluctantly answering the call.

“Eli? Uh, hey…”

Lisa’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her eyes darting nervously to y/n.

“I’m, um, I’m at my daddy’s house… uh uh I mean my dad’s friend house. Just helping out with some things.”

y/n watched intently as lisa struggled to cover her slip-up, mouthing the words ‘I have to go’ to him. With a resigned sigh, she turned her attention back to the call.

“No, no, everything’s fine. I’ll be home a little later, okay? Love you.”

Ending the call, lisa shot y/n an apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry, daddy, but I have to go for now. I’ll call you later, I promise.”

Leaning in, she pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips before hurrying out the door.

A few days later, lisa found herself in the midst of a heated argument with Eli. His brow was furrowed in concern as he questioned her sudden plans to leave the city for two weeks.

“Two weeks? Lisa, what’s going on? Where are you going?”

Eli's voice was laced with a mixture of confusion and worry.

“I thought we were going to spend more time together, not less.”

Lisa sighed, knowing she would have to tread carefully. She reached out to gently caress Eli’s cheek, her eyes pleading for understanding.

“Eli, my love, I promise this is important. I have… family matters to attend to. It won’t be for long, I swear.”

She hated the deception, but the thought of being apart from y/n for that long was simply unbearable. Biting her lip, she gazed at Eli, hoping he would accept her explanation and not press the issue further.

Sensing Eli’s growing suspicion, lisa quickly pulled him into a deep, searing kiss. Though she was disgusted by the act of kissing him, she maintained the facade, pouring as much false passion into it as she could muster.

As soon as she could, lisa broke the kiss, gazing up at Eli with wide, innocent eyes.

“Please, my love, don’t worry so much. I promise I’ll be back before you know it. Can’t you trust me?”

Her voice was soft, pleading as she gently caresses his cheek. Eli’s features softened, the tension in his brow easing as he nodded slowly.

“Of course, lisa. I trust you.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace, unaware of the turmoil raging within his girlfriend’s heart.

Lisa gave Eli a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently.

“Yes, my love. I really need to go now, or I'll miss my flight.”

She leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, suppressing the wave of guilt that washed over her.

As Eli pulled her into a tight embrace, his hands roaming over her curves, Lisa felt utterly disgusted. This body, this touch - it all belonged to YN, not Eli. But she forced herself to remain calm, to not betray the turmoil raging within.

With a final, apologetic glance, Lisa slipped out of Eli's arms and hurried out the door. The sooner she could get to YN, the better. Her heart raced with anticipation as she made her way to her true lover's embrace.

As lisa reached the airport, she spotted y/n waiting in the lounge. Without hesitation, she hurried towards him and jumped into his lap,

(She sits on y/n’s lap like this grinding herself on his lap.)

Capturing his lips in a searing, hungry kiss. The public setting did little to deter her desperate need for this touch.

y/n briefly broke the kiss, his brow furrowed with concern.

“What are you doing, lisa? Someone might catch us.”

Lisa’s eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as she gazed up at him.

“Who cares, daddy? If someone catches us, let them. All I care about is that for the next two weeks, it’s just you and me.”

With that, she pulled him back into another passionate embrace. Her body thrumming with anticipation for the days to come.

y/n’s hands roamed possessively over lisa’s body, caressing her curves, squeezing her ass, and tracing the delicate skin of her inner thighs over her short skirt. Groping her boobs over, delicately roaming his fingers over her belly. His gaze raked over her hungrily, as if committing every inch of her to memory.

“Did that stupid Eli touch you like this?”

He growled, his grip tightening slightly.

“Tell me, my darling, did his hands make you feel as disgusted as mine make you feel…. Aroused?”

Lisa let out a frustrated sigh, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

“Yes, daddy, that man touched me. It made me feel so disgusted, so… unclean.”

Her voice dropped to a sultry purr.

“But your hands, your touch – they make me feel alive, make me ache for your possession. Only you can satisfy this hunger within me.”

y/n slapped lisa playfully, his eyes flashing with a mix of possessiveness and annoyance.

“Why did you allow that Eli to even come close to you, hm?”

He growled, his grip on her tightening.

“Don’t you remember that I own you in every way possible? I don’t like it when that stupid so-called boyfriend of yours gets anywhere near what’s mine.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat at his words, a shiver of excitement and joy running down her spine.

“I’m sorry, daddy,”

She breathed, her gaze downcast.

“I…I didn’t mean to. I’ll be more careful, I promise. I’m your, and yours alone.”

Lifting her chin, y/n captured her lips in a possessive, claiming kiss, staking his ownership over her. Lisa melted into his embrace, her body thrumming with a mix of desire and submission. In this moment, there was no room for anyone else – only her daddy and the all consuming need he ignited within her.

As they boarded the plane and settled into their seats, y/n’s eyes gleamed with hungry anticipation. The night flight would provide the perfect opportunity for him to indulge his carnal desires.

With deft, practiced movements, y/n began divesting lisa of her clothing, his fingers caressing her bare skin as each garment was slowly peeled away. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he realized she wore no undergarments beneath.

“Why aren’t you wearing any panties, you silly slut?”

He whispered, his breath ghosting over her ear.

“Were you hoping for me to take you right here, in front of all these people?”

“Isn’t that the reason you peeled away my clothes daddy?”

She said, her eyes darkening with lust.

“I… I wanted to be ready for you, daddy,”

y/n’s grip on her tightened, a predatory grin spreading across his lips.

“Then let’s not waste another moment, my whore. The night is young, and I have so many plans for you.”

Lisa giggled excitedly as she stood up, silently ensuring no one noticed her naked form. She slid aside to y/n’s sit and turned around her back to y/n and then lowered herself onto y/n, but then immediately stood again and did a sensual seductive move.

And lowered herself back onto y/n, who had already freed his soft cock. A curious expression crossed her face as she fit his flaccid member into her eager asshole.

“Daddy, your cock is soft. How come?”

She whispered, her brow furrowed slightly as she began to slowly grind against him.

y/n chuckled deeply, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

“Don’t worry, my pet. It won’t stay that way for long.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, he spread her legs wide open, stretching lisa’s legs wide as his cock rapidly hardened inside her.

“Now, let’s see how long you can keep quite while I fuck you senseless,”

He growled, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss as he began to thrust into her relentlessly.

Y/n’s punishing thrusts grew harsher and more brutal, his hips snapping against lisa’s with unrelenting force. With each thrust, he hit her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, making it nearly impossible for her to stifle the moans and whimpers threatening to spill from her lips.

Lisa’s body trembled with unbridled ecstasy, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around y/n’s thick, unyielding cock. She bit down on her lip, drawing blood in a desperate attempt to remain quiet, but the sheer pleasure radiating through her was becoming too much to bear.

Through hooded eyes, she gazed up at y/n, her expression a mix of adoration and utter submission. he was her master, her lover, her entire world – and in this moment, he was giving her the utmost pleasure, claiming every inch of her being.

Lisa’s voice caught in her throat, a helpless whimper escaping her lips as y/n’s relentless thrusts rendered her nearly speechless. She had become so dependent on him, so utterly consumed by his possession, that even her own voice now seemed to betray her.

A delighted giggle bubbled forth from her, and she chuckled softly, reveling in her absolute submission to her beloved daddy. The realization that she was now little more than a living, breathing doll for his pleasure filled with a sense of profound love and adoration.

Gazing up at y/n through hooded eyes, lisa’s expression was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. In this moment, she was his to command, his to use as he saw fit – and there was nowhere else she would rather be.

Lisa’s lips moved silently, her words unspoken but her message clear. She gazed up at y/n with an expression of utter submission, her body trembling with each punishing thrust. Though her voice failed her, her eyes conveyed the depth of her need, her desire to be utterly consumed by her daddy’s possession.

With a feral growl, y/n redoubled his efforts, his hips snapping against hers with relentless abandon. The tight confines of the plane cabin only heightened the intensity, the risk of discovery adding an exhilarating edge to their forbidden tryst.

Lisa’s world narrowed to the sensation of y/n filling her, claiming her, owning her.

y/n leaned in, his breath hot against lisa’s ear as he whispered,

“I’m about to cum, my darling.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. With a silent nod, she braced herself, ready to accept her daddy’s offering. The risk of being caught only heightened her arousal, her body trembling with unbridled desire and lust.

As y/n’s release approached, lisa’s inner walls clenched around him, in attempt to milk every last drop. She fought the urge to cry out, her lips pressed together in a desperate attempt to maintain their cover. This was her daddy’s moment, and she would savor every second of it.

y/n’s grip on lisa tightened as he growled in her ear.

“I hope you’re not on birth control, baby slut.”

In a swift sudden motion, he withdrew his cock from her asshole and ram it inside her pussy, directly knocking the door of her womb with his impressive length.

With a satisfied moan, he unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside lisa’s waiting womb.

Lisa placed her free hand on her belly, practically feeling y/n’s pulsing cock within her.

A smile spread across her lips as she finally found her voice.

“Damn, y/n, your cock is so happy inside me.”

She chuckled softly, reveling in the sensation of being so completely filled by her daddy. The risk of discovery only heightening the thrill, and she knew she would treasure this moment for a long, long time.

After a noticeable few minutes, y/n’s cock finally calmed down, having spilled a considerable amount of his seed deep inside lisa’s waiting womb. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled out and sat on the seat besides, leaving lisa panting for breath.

With a playful slap, lisa turned to y/n, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“You really know how to wear a girl out, daddy.”

She leaned in, nuzzling his neck affectionately.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Settling back into her own seat, lisa ran a hand over her still-quivering tummy, relishing the lingering sensation of y/n’s potent release. The thrill of their public tryst had left her intoxicated, craving more of her daddy’s attention and affection.

y/n gently slid lisa’s skirt back over her waist, covering her cum-filled pussy. He slowly pushed down her t-shirt, tenderly redressing her. Lisa giggled, teasing him playfully.

“Oooh, someone’s being all soft and loving now. But where’s the monster who was just ramming me like crazy on the plane, hmm??”

y/n pouted at her teasing, unable to hide the affection he felt towards her, no matter how he used and claimed her body. In this end, he had fallen deeply in love with this captivating woman, his precious lisa. Pulling her into a gentle embrace, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You know I can’t resist you, my darling. You’ve stolen my heart, as much as I try to keep it guarded.”

Lisa nuzzled against him, her expression radiating warmth and adoration. In this moment, their connection transcended the physical, a deep, unbreakable bond that had blossomed between them.

y/n playfully slapped lisa’s cheek, pouting at her.

“You naughty girl, why weren’t you wearing any bra or panties?”

He scolded her in a mock-stern tone, like a parent chastising a mischievous child.

Lisa giggled, slapping his cheek back slowly.

“We’re even now, aren’t we?”

She responded, her tone that of a sugar mommy dealing with her playful partner.

“You love it when I’m a bad girl, don’t you, daddy?”

She laughed, the mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her feigned innocence.

y/n grasped lisa’s hand in a romantic gesture, pulling her close as he whispered tenderly.

“My darling, you know I can never stay upset with you for long. Your mischievous spirit is one of the things I love most about you.”

Lisa’s eyes sparkled with affection as she gazed up at him.

“And I love how you indulge my every whim, daddy. We’re perfect for each other, aren’t we?”

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. Their embrace was charged with a palpable intimacy, the public setting only adding to the thrill of their forbidden tryst.

The remaining flight passed in a haze of playful teasing and flirtatious banter between y/n and lisa. y/n couldn’t resist running his hands along the hem of lisa’s short skirt, his fingers ghosting over her bare thighs. Lisa giggled coyly, batting his hands away only to press herself closer, reveling in his touch.

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, sparks of desire and mischief dancing between them. Stealing furtive glances around the cabin, they stole fleeting caresses, testing the boundaries of their public tryst. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened the intimacy they shared.

As the plane began its descent, y/n pulled lisa into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in her hair. She melted into his embrace, all thoughts of their surroundings forgotten.

Lisa’s breath hitched as y/n finger’s glided along her exposed skin, teasing her sensitive flesh. She shivered with joy as he gently pushed two fingers inside her slick, waiting pussy. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that only he could extinguish.

Leaning in close, y/n whispered huskily,

“As soon as we land and get to our hotel, I’m going to fuck this tight pussy of yours again, my darling.”

His words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through lisa’s body. Biting her lip to stifle a moan, lisa gazed up at y/n with hooded eyes, her expression a mix of desire and submission.

“I can’t wait, daddy.”

She breathed, her inner walls clenching around his probing digits.

“I need you to claim me, to fill me with your cock until I can’t think of anything else.”

The tension between them was palpable, the promise of the carnal delights to come fueling their mutual hunger. Lisa knew that once they reached their destination, y/n would unleash the full force of his passion, and she couldn’t wait to be consumed by it.

y/n twisted and turned his fingers, sliding them in and out of lisa’s slick, waiting pussy.

“You know I’ve already claimed you, my darling.”

He exclaimed slowly, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“You can’t think of anything else, can you?”

Lisa giggled, feeling ticklish at his fingers playing with her most intimate place.

“I know you claimed me long ago, but I’ll do anything to be claimed by you again and again and again. 364 days a year, if that’s what it takes.”

Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more of his touch, his possession.

As the plane landed and they reached their hotel room, lisa was surprised to find the space filled with her favorite flowers, her preferred scent, and an array of softly flickering candles. She turned to y/n, her eyes shining with delight.

“y/n, what is all this? You did all of this for me?”

She asked, her voice laced with wonder.

y/n beamed, his expression radiating pure joy.

“Of course, my darling! I wanted to make you feel truly special, to create a space that reflects your beauty and warmth.”

He pulled her into a tender embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“You deserve nothing less than to be pampered and adored.”

Lisa melted into his arms, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. She knew that behind y/n’s dominant, possessive nature lay a deep well of affection and care – and in moments like these, it shone through the breathtaking clarity.

“Oh, y/n, you always know just what I need.”

She murmured, nuzzling against his chest.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

Together, they basked in the intimate, romantic atmosphere y/n had so thoughtfully curated, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

y/n gently removed lisa’s clothes, his fingers caressing her soft skin reverently. As he shed his own garments, the two of them fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. y/n pulled lisa close, showering her with tender kisses that left her breathless and aching for more. Gazing up at him, lisa’s eyes shone with unbridled adoration.

“y/n…”

She breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Stilling his movements, y/n looked down at her, his expression one of pure wonder.

“God, lisa, you’re so beautiful. Your body, your curves – and beyond that, you yourself are just so breathtakingly gorgeous, my love.”

Lisa felt her heart swell with love and gratitude. In this moment, she knew she was safe, cherished, and adored – not just for her physical beauty, but for the depths of her soul that y/n had come to know and treasure.

y/n’s hands roamed lisa’s body reverently, showering her with a litany of compliments.

“Your pussy is so soft and inviting, my love. And your ass – so perfectly round and tempting.”

His fingers trailed up her sides, caressing her slim waist.

“And these breasts, so full and supple. Every inch of you is a work of art.”

Lisa’s breath caught in her throat, her body thrumming with desire under y/n adoring gaze. She arched into his touch, reveling in the way he worshipped every curve and plane of her form.

“You make me feel so cherished, y/n”

She breathed, her eyes shining with unbridled love.

“I’m yours, completely and utterly.”

Pulling her close, y/n captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands exploring the silky expanse of her thighs.

Lisa gently took y/n’s cock in her hands, guiding it towards her waiting, slick pussy. With a soft sigh, she eased him inside, relishing the feeling of being so completely filled.

“I want you to sleep on my chest tonight, daddy.”

She murmured, her voice laced with contentment.

“I want your cock to stay buried deep inside me while we sleep.”

Curling up against y/n, lisa wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed her, and she knew that in this moment, she was exactly where she was meant to be – in the arms of the man she loved, their bodies joined as one.

As their breathing slowed and sleep began to claim them, lisa felt a sense of utter peace and fulfillment. With y/n’s cock pulsing and growing gently within her tight pussy, she knew that she would drift off to the most restful sleep she had ever known, secure in the knowledge that she was his, and he was hers, now and forever.

In the dead of night, lisa felt a gentle tickling sensation. Slowly opening her eyes, she found y/n had taken her nipple into his mouth, sleeping soundly like a newborn babe. A wave of happiness and adoration washed over her as she gazed down at his sleeping head nestled against her chest, her nipple cradled between his lips.

Tangling her fingers tenderly through his hair, lisa felt a deep sense of contentment. She knew in this moment that she was safe, cherished, and utterly adored by the man she loved. With a soft sigh, she drifted back to sleep, lulled by the warmth of y/n’s embrace and the comforting weight of his body against hers.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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tangerineastronaut · 15 hours ago

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hello can I get ateez members as doms? how they act with there subs in these relationship.

Dom!ATEEZ and Sub!Reader individual dynamics | ot8

Pairing: ot8 and their Dom!style Genre: ot8 reactions Requested: Yes w.c. 2.5k Warnings: BDSM dynamics, mentions of smut/sex/etc, discussion of punishments, dacryphilia A/N: what even is this I am so sorry this is so bad omg Please remember this is just my take. If you disagree, you're more than welcome to make your own! Don't take it personally 🫶🏽 Requests: Open (link below)

Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids

Hongjoong

Be afraid

^ When you’re bad (most of the time, u little shit)

Hard!Dom, strictest of the members

Brat tamer 100000% but doesn't want to be

Genuinely gets angry when you’re a brat, would prefer if you’d just listen to him

Punishments are meant to break you emotionally

Worst of all the members in that regard tbh

Will deny you things rather than physical discipline ~ praise, orgasms, affection

Wants you desperate and needy, it gives him control over you

Can forget to give you praise at times, does not get angry if you ask/remind him

“Ah, sorry. I’ve been busy, baby. Yes, I’m proud of you for going out today, I know you’ve been struggling recently. Did you eat at that cafe you liked? Did you remember to use my card? Why not? That's what it's for, love."

Blows money on you

Cannot stop buying you pretty things, especially clothes

Makes you try on the things he's purchased for you - usually ends with you getting fucked in whatever you had on last

Wants you to wear nice things when you go out to fancy dinners

Not very physically affectionate but will be if you need him to be

Will not punish you for being insecure, just wants to reassure you and make you feel beautiful

Sex is either quick and dirty or long and passionate

Fav positions are standing or missionary with your legs over his shoulders

Shower sex >>>

He's so damn busy there's not much other choice

Looks so fucking hot when he's got you pinned to the tile wall

Biting/marking - he loves to use his teeth on you

Don't you dare bite him back

Likes foreplay but prefers sex, is good at eating you out but would rather use his cock than his tongue

Is good at aftercare, though it's more of a standard, doesn't like pillow talk unless you need it

Will still make sure you're safe/comfy/loved and will do anything for you

Is rough, but can turn it off when he knows you need a softer side.

Seonghwa

Soft!dom

Gentle until he isn't

Strict, but not the strictest

Does not enjoy punishments as much as the others, but still wants to make sure you know your place

Does not understand the concept of being a brat, you're so good for him

"What do you mean no? Like no...what? I just asked you to come here, silly."

Rarely has to punish you anyway, he doesn’t have many rules

You break the rules on purpose sometimes

He’ll punish you harder if he thinks that’s the case vs you accidentally breaking a rule

Very snuggly

Will want you to just sit with him while he works with his legos

Loves to be held by you

Asks you for compliments

“Do you like this color on me?”

Will not scold you in public

Expect gentle touches and verbal correction

Hates seeing you cry, even if it's from an intense orgasm

Obsessed with aftercare

Will shower you with praise and tell you how well you did

"I'm sorry baby, I was rough today. Took me so well though, so pretty. Love it when you get on your back for me. Want me to wash your hair?"

Likes taking care of you in general, will mother you like his members (but worse)

"Why didn't you eat today?! C'mon, let's go to that noodle shop you like."

Sex is not super kinky but is almost always emotional

Pretty straightforward, wants you both to feel good and snuggle after

Likes getting head and giving head, but prefers sex over foreplay

Fav positions are spooning and intimate spaces like in a comfy chair with you in his lap

Soft kisses + him stroking your hair + thanking you for always being his good girl

Yunho

Cocky and playful

Neither soft nor hard, just likes to keep you guessing

Is silly unless he's in a bad mood

Likes to make you sit in his lap while he games

You like it too, he knows it

Will get pouty if you don't praise his efforts

Don't tease him while he plays

Fr don't

If you value your cervix, you will not tease this man when he's not in the mood for sex

"What's wrong, baby? You were whining for my attention, now you're whining that it doesn't fit? That's a fucking lie."

Size kink

Likes feeling bigger/taller/stronger than you

Expect to be teased over this, even if you're not that short

Loves taking selfies with you

A big puppy

Can be a big scary puppy

Doesn't scold you in public

Likes it when you know you're in trouble

Sweetheart but will do a 180

When he's stressed or in a bad mood he can be too rough

Sometimes it's hard to tell when it's okay to be silly and not

He will let you know

Breeding kink at its finest

Size kink + breeding kink = RIP ur ability to walk

"I know it's deep baby, shh...almost there..."

Likes making you beg

Loves to degrade you and then praise you in the same breath

Talks you through it

Very sweet, silly aftercare

Sex is not complete until you're a giggling, sleepy mess in his arms

Fav position is anything where he can manhandle you beneath him

Yeosang

Quiet dom

But not soft

Very strict but is not loud about it

Perfect brat tamer, but isn't one (you can't rile him up—most intuitive of the members and rarely rises to the occasion)

Most of his dominant side is only seen when you're alone

Does not scold you in public

Expects you to follow the rules and does not remind you

Goes straight to punishment

You cannot catch him off guard

Knows your moods before you do

Terrifyingly calm

"Is that how we're acting today? Okay."

Likes to edge you

Loves when you orgasm as soon as his cock goes in due to overstimulation

^ will continue fucking you anyway

Thinks you're prettiest when you're crying

"That good, huh? You're blushing baby...such pretty tears."

Fucks you sitting up, likes it when you cling to him and wants to feel your tears on his shoulders

Eye contact >>>

So fucking calm it's scary, truly

Like imagine you've fucked up in public and you know it, this mf just gives you the gentlest of smiles

He likes you anxious

Sex is deceptively rough

You would not expect it but he likes it to hurt

He wants you to fight back

That grip strength is not to be taken lightly

Fav position is missionary or in a car with you in his lap

Aftercare is pretty strict, he has a routine

Bathroom, water, bed, letting him hold you

Prioritizes you afterwards since he knows he can be rough

Wants you to tell him about your day as though he didn't just rail you into next tuesday

San

Very traditional dom vibes

Does not hold back on punishments like hwa

Expect an equal amount of praise and correction, heavily values both

Big on body worship, either you on him or vice versa

Will want you to kiss his chest and shoulders and remind him how safe he makes you feel

Protective, but not possessive

Best dom for daddy issues

Will tell you he's proud of you but fuck you into the mattress a few minutes later

^ while still telling you he's proud of you

Most fair punishments, typically physical but not cruel

Spankings, being made to take it on the floor, being tied down, etc etc

Loooooves tying you up

Huge on boundaries and safewords

All the members are but San prefers constant check ins

"How are we, baby? Can you still take it? Use your words, pretty girl."

Sex lasts a loooooong time from foreplay to aftercare

Like, expect to spend an entire evening in the bedroom

Only because he loves to warm you up beforehand with a few orgasms

Loves it when you orgasm

Edging is not necessary, he wants you to have as many as possible until you're overstimulated

Follows your lead during aftercare, whatever you need

"Did so good for me. What do you need from me, baby? A massage? I can do that. Love you so much. Did so well tonight."

Will let you sit in his lap while he works

Likes it when you tease him, but won't punish you right away

Makes you wait for it

"Hi baby. Remember what you did earlier? Let's figure out how to make you say sorry without words."

Fav positions are you in his lap or lying on the counter/table

Mingi

BRAT TAMER

and loves it

Will encourage you to act out just so he can punish you

Literally begging for a reason

"Please baby. Tell me no one more fucking time. The kitchen table is right there and I'm hard as fuck."

Mean and you love it

Is going to bend you over any surface when you give him the slightest inclination that you're about to act up

Effortlessly attractive, actually unfair

Genuinely does not know how wet you are simply because he's pinning you down

Lives for his own pleasure and you're along for the ride

DO NOT think he doesn't care about you getting off tho—

—and do not let that man's mouth near your pussy if you know what's good for your health

Addicted to eating you out

Mingi demands few things of you as his sub, but allowing him to ravish your pussy is a requirement

You WILL sit on his face and you WILL cry and he WILL hold your hips so you can't squirm away while he sucks your clit and makes you cum for the third time

Uses it as both a reward and punishment

That overstimulation will have you in tears

He does not care

Sex lasts a little longer than average simply because you have to pry him off of you

Impatient when it comes to you and your attitude

Punishment is always physical

Loves to spank you for misbehaving

Not the kinkiest but probably the most hypersexual of the members

LOUD sex

Aftercare is not really organized but still very involved. Expect kisses, a very clingy man, and cuddling

Loves you with your clothes on too

Can forget to give you praise, but shows you he's proud in his own ways

"You made this? Holy shit, it's amazing. My baby can cook??"

Kissing the top of your head, just because he can >>>>

Does not scold you in public—probably has not realized you've done something that warrants scolding

Is possessive and VERY jealous

Like Hongjoong, he knows when to turn it off if you need him to be gentle with you

Wooyoung

A fucking? brat dom?

Will ignore you for attention

You can't outbrat the brat

Big on silent treatment as long as he thinks you can emotionally handle it

Very touchy feely, likes grabbing you and holding you against him

Has a range of looks to give you to tell you when you've fucked up

Hates when other men stare at you, will absolutely stare back

Loves PDA the most out of the members

Does not care if you're in public, will scold you when needed

Will also tease you just to see you squirm

Is not above things like vibrating panties when you've been acting up

Loves to use his hands during punishment or praise

Expect handprints on your ass

May as well get them tattooed on there tbh

Whiny when he wants your attention

Can sometimes be too much

"Are you okay? Was that too hard?"

Likes to make you cry

Enjoys pissing you off since you can't do anything about it

Imagine getting fucked daily by your biggest opp

"Aww, are you mad? Huh? I can tell. Cry me a river while you take this cock, baby."

a menace, tbh

Sex is kinky af

DIRTY TALK mf won't shut up as it is and rambles when he's inside you

"Take it, baby. That's it, just like that. So fucking pretty. You just open those legs when I come near, huh? An obedient little slut when she expects cock."

Not super long sex but can happen multiple times a day

Possessive and jealous

Takes lots of pictures of you

^ Doing anything

"Hold still, I'm taking a pic. Can you tilt your head? Your toothbrush is in the way."

Aftercare is forehead kisses and praise, whining when you have to get up.

Big heart, loves giving you compliments and seeing you shine

Is infinitely proud of you and will not stop telling you so

Likes to do domestic things with you like cooking

Takes you on cute little dates rather than big fancy dinners

Do NOT let him hear you talking bad about yourself

Jongho

Loves being a dom the most

Similar to San, very straightforward, traditional dom

Unlike San, has a cruel streak

Basically a combination of Hongjoong and San

He feels the best when he spoils you

Wants you to buy anything you want

Obsessed with you fr

Wants to make love to you any time he can

Will pin you down but...romantically??

Master of seduction, likes you warm and ready for him

Takes you to fancy dinners and then fucks you in the car on the way home

Loves having his cock worshipped by you

Can eat pussy but prefers seeing your lips wrapped around him

Calls you good girl more than anything

"Did you take your medicine this morning? Good girl."

Isn't jealous at all

Doesn't have to be, he knows you're his

When he catches other men staring at you he feels proud like "yeah, she's mine."

Extremely physically affectionate but only in private

Gentlemanly in public, his hand is usually at the small of your back

In private he just wants to hold you

Loves picking you up

Will pet your hair and pull you in for kisses while he asks about your day

Loves your hair btw

Like, wrapped around his insane grip while he fucks you from behind

Dirty talk

"That's it, baby. Look so pretty like this. You've been wet all day, huh? Just waiting for me to get home and make it better? How many times did you touch that pussy thinking of me?"

Not super kinky, but sex is still intense

Does like to blindfold you occasionally

Likes it when he comes home from work to find you naked in bed, where you're supposed to be

"Is this for me?" he'll ask, sliding his hand over your bare ass.

Doesn't even get fully undressed before he's inside you, he's only impatient when it comes to you

Breeding kink but AUTHENTIC. Like, wants you pregnant (only when you're ready) will probably find you absolutely irresistible when pregnant

Aftercare is whatever you need but will always include water and cuddles

Very protective of you, scolds you for being clueless at times

"Why the hell did you take an uber? You should've just called me. Who knows what kind of people are out there!"

Will get angry with you but you're literally the gem of his life, he treasures you more than anything

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bethanydelleman · 17 hours ago

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I cannot tell you how much I respect a Japanese island for doing pension fraud so hard they convinced researchers that they had a metaphorical fountain of youth. Lovely.

i feel kinda silly for not guessing how much of this is just pension fraud lmao

#science!#i remember reading this article in National Geographic #i remember the old Japanese lady collecting her seaweed and claiming that's the key #and no the key is pension fraud

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multific · 10 hours ago

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A Love Worth Defying an Empire

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: As Emperor, Geta rules with a cold heart, trusting no one in a court full of betrayal. But when you are accused of treason, something in him breaks. In between power and love, Geta has to make a decision.

The halls of the imperial palace were cold, carved from marble that shined under the dim light of torches.

The scent of burning incense lingered in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of spilt wine and whispered betrayals.

Rome was always alive, but inside the palace walls, the heart of the empire was filled with treachery.

And you were caught in the middle of it.

You stood before the Emperor’s throne, your hands bound together.

The accusation had been whispered into Geta’s ear by men.

Men who lied.

Men who thought could do anything they pleased.

Treason.

A word that could have you executed before the sunset.

The guards gripped your arms, but your eyes remained on him.

Geta sat high above you, dressed in deep crimson, he looked like a true Emperor because he was.

His brother wasn't informed of what was happening. Caracalla was in his room, hidden from all of this.

Geta's expression was unreadable, his jaw tight.

You knew him.

You knew the way his mind worked, the weight pressing upon him.

But did he know you?

Truly know you enough to see through this lie?

“Tell me,” he finally spoke, his voice sharp. “Do you deny it?”

Your heart pounded but you only spoke the truth. “I do.”

“And yet, here you stand, accused by men with no reason to lie.”

“No reason?” You wanted to laugh, you almost did. “They have every reason. They fear how much you trust me.”

The court gasped at your words, but Geta… Geta did not move.

Only a single muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I would not be so foolish as to trust blindly.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you whispered. “They know I have your ear. They know you listen when I speak.”

Perhaps you had more than just his ear. But the court didn't need to know that. You didn't want to confirm any of their suspicions.

A simple servant is all you were. You have been accused many times to be in love with the Emperor. You deny everything. Yet they all know.

But now, this wasn't the man you fell in love with. This was the Emperor.

And then Geta stood up.

Silence.

The room stood still as he walked from his throne, his steps slow and deliberate.

The guards at your side straightened, but he gave them a single look, and they released you.

You exhaled, rubbing your wrists as he came to stand close to you.

“If I have made a mistake in trusting you…” he said quietly, though his voice was sharper than a blade, “I will not hesitate to correct it.”

You held his gaze. “And if you haven’t?”

His fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to reach for you. “Then I will have to kill the men who speak against you.”

You swallowed. “Then you know what must be done.”

His breath was unsteady, just for a moment. And then, without another word, he turned back to the court.

“Leave,” Geta commanded. “All of you.”

The senators, guards, and servants scrambled to obey, whispering amongst themselves as they hurried from the hall.

You remained still, watching Geta, waiting.

When the last man was gone, the doors shut with a heavy echo.

And then, finally, Geta turned back to you, his mask of power falling, shattering.

His hands came up, gripping your face with desperation. “I cannot lose you. I have spent my life surrounded by deceit, by hunger for power, by hands that reach for our throne while I sleep,” he murmured. “You are the only thing that is mine. If they had taken you from me…” He shut his eyes, his grip tightening. “I would have burned this city to the ground. Please tell me it is not true, please tell me every word is a lie.”

Tears filled your eyes. “I never betrayed you, I love you.” you reached out to him, keeping your hands on his. Hoping to ease his pain.

His thumb traced your cheek. “I know. But they will pay.” when his eyes opened, they were filled with determination.

You knew what that meant.

Blood would stain his hands before the night ended.

You should have feared it, but you didn’t.

Because this was his way of showing you love.

Love, in a world where power meant everything and tenderness, was a rare thing.

Love, for which he was ready to murder senators.

A simple servant is all you were. Cared for him through the hardest times, but fell in love with the Emperor.

Love, for which you were ready to die. But not like this, not by his hands due to a lie.

You leaned into his touch. “And what will happen to me?”

His forehead rested against yours. “You stay.”

A promise, an order, a plea.

Your fingers tugged the fabric of his tunic. “Always.”

He let out a shaky breath of relief.

And then he kissed you.

Not in the way an Emperor should, but as a man desperate for the one thing that made him human.

And in that moment, the throne meant nothing.

There was only you.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

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softlypaintedseafoam · 24 hours ago

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your love, like birth and death

synopsis. in which you hope a misguided prince realizes his affection for you is misplaced gratitude for you saving his life. a smitten prince can only propose once more.

pairing. gojou satoru x f!reader

word count. 3.1k | masterlist

content warning. faerie au, seelie prince!gojou, banshee!reader (afab), mentions of pregnancy, descriptions of blood and injuries, mutual pining but gojou's love is heavier, almost kisses

reblogs & interactions appreciated.

another repost of a favorite fic of mine to finally get something on the jjk masterlist i have set up. the title comes from a nizar qabbani poem, one of my favorites. anyone who knows me knows banshees are one of my favorite faeries, so this was a very fun piece for me to write!

This Court is dyed in the colors of Life, you note this particular morning.

Of course, this is something you’ve noted every morning since you’d been brought to this palace nearly a month ago. Yet you aren’t tired of noting it; the Court you have found yourself in is beautiful. From the ledge you lean against, it almost feels like you can see everything in Faerie.

You see the royal gardens, a mass of long grasses and moss dotted by colorful wild blooms. Overgrown and yet each flower seems right where it is supposed to be.

Beyond the walls of the castle, you see stretches and stretches of blue spruces and just beyond that a lake that almost seems purple. If this were a palace in Unseelie territory, you might have thought a kelpie lived in it.

Across the courtyard, souls living and deceased move as if in a dance. The living with their duties for the day, unaware of their ghoulish companions drifting about. Some have the ever permanent dribble of poisoned wines falling from their lips, others’ have blood seeping into their clothes from their torsos and others are missing limbs although they find no difficult in moving.

The sight of death faeries is one that gruesome. A mixture of life and death, the path you folk walk on until you return to nothing.

Neat yet unkempt, wild yet tame, expected yet unexpected ー that is the beauty of Faerie you’ve grown accustomed to in the centuries since your creation.

A beauty you rarely have the opportunity to appreciate when you often find yourself in the realm of humans, heralding death.

You wonder how much time has passed there since you’ve come to the Court of Reckoning. All while the skies have lost the traces of violet, peach and marigold that painted the dawn skies and have begun settling into a lovely shade of pastel blue.

“I see I’ve finally found you,” when you look over your shoulder, it’s one of the prince’s advisors that greets you. The one with the long raven-black hair and brown eyes that remind you of humus-rich soil. You see the makings of a black tail with a tuft of fur peeking from his cloak and believe him to be some sort of phouka. “I almost thought for a moment our honored guest had disappeared,” his voice is light and airy, but he seems relieved to an extent. “I’m glad my concerns were proven untrue. Satoru would be quite unmanageable if that were the case.”

You shake your head, smiling politely, “I enjoy watching dawn turn into morning.” You look at the large bouquet in the phouka’s hands ー an assortment of lavender roses, baby’s breath and ferns.

“Our prince is too busy to deliver these himself this morning,” Suguru explains once they’ve caught your eye. You make sure to not let your fingers brush against one another when you reach for the blooms carefully. “Love at first sight, purity and fascination it is supposed to symbolize,” the advisor recounts the meaning of each bloom dutifully. He’s exasperated, you can tell. “Do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re quite lovely,” you believe so truly. Everyday since your arrival to the palace, the prince has had bouquet after bouquet gifted to you. Even if he cannot deliver them himself. “As were the rest I’ve received.”

“I’ve never seen Satoru so smitten,” you avoid the phouka’s gaze. “You should have met him when we were younger. He was adamant that he’d never be besotted with anyone lest he become a fool.” There’s a light pause as Suguru recalls the evening Satoru brought you to this palace. You who are cloaked in death and all of her colors. “Look at him now. He’s certainly caused a stir in his insistence you’ll be his queen. He’s a charming fool, though, I am sure.”

You prefer to think of the prince as a ridiculous fool but you cannot deny that he is charming. Dangerously so. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought him to be a gancanagh, a love-talker.

“Please marry me,” came the soft request as sky blue eyes stared into your very being. “And I’ll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise.”

You try not to remember the way your chest clenched in surprise. How you were so surprised it almost felt like your skin had warmed. It’s best not to focus on that memory at all.

It’s a ridiculous notion, a seelie prince in love with a banshee.

“The prince is simply confusing gratitude with love,” you return Suguru’s gaze with a polite smile. You hope he believes you. “He’ll realize that soon and I will leave this place.” You know that will bring palace staff a great sense of peace. If there is one thing you’ve learned in your long life as a banshee it is that even if the Folk spurn mortals and their blink-of-an-eye lifespans, there are many things faeries and humans have in common.

A fear of death is certainly one of them.

As such, to the vast majority of faeriekind, Death Folk like yourself are not looked upon favorably. Banshee and dullahans alike, you’re more like pests in their eyes.

You banshee women who scream and keen if death is near.

The dullahans who hear those screams and arrive when that final hour has approached.

Yes, you know how death fae are viewed. You’ve heard the whispers in the palace, how you are an omen of malevolence to come. That your kind are like roaches. Should one appear, others will soon follow suit.

This is why you’ve come to appreciate this private ledge on the castle walls that receives less foot traffic than the rest. You’d rather the staff of the palace have peace of mind in your absence while you live in the palace even if their prince insists you can venture the halls as much as you’d like.

Once the promised revel he hopes to throw in your honor comes to pass, you know the prince will lose his interest in you. Then you will leave and continue about your existence until you fade into nothing but a vague memory in his subconscious.

That’s what you truly hope when you see the prince in question later on in the day for lunch in the garden.

How his eyes light up and he stands to his feet as Cypress, a lovely pixie tasked with being your attendant, announces your arrival. How he doesn’t even wait for you to reach the table before he comes to meet you. You are unused to being treated like royalty and yet their prince insists that you are. “You won’t believe how the old hags go on and on,” he sighs, remnants of annoyance dancing in his tone but his voice is soft with you. Cypress takes the dismissal in stride. “I couldn’t even come see you for breakfast. Did you like the flowers?”

He wraps your hands in his own large palms, seemingly unaffected by your corpse-cold skin, as he has done every time you’ve met since your arrival. “Yes, they were beautiful,” your smile is small and doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You hope this ridiculous yet charming fool realizes that loving one such as yourself is more trouble than good. That his love truly is just misplaced gratitude. “You really don’t have to send me flowers every morning.”

The prince disregards your words the way water rolls off the back of a duck, “next time I’ll bring you the flowers myself.” He guides you to the table filled to the brim with food you aren’t accustomed to eating. “Will you tell me your favorites finally? I’ve been going out on a limb with my guesses.”

“My tastes in flowers are unique, to say the least,” maybe it’s your nature, but your favorites tend to circle around the prevailing theme of your kind. Lavender to give the dead peace in passing on, calendula for blessing and love. Dandelions in the seed head stage were quite popular with ghost children, still finding them just as amusing as they did when they were alive. “The flowers you send me are more than enough.” The prince pouts but he decides to let you skirt around his request once more. You bring focus back to the spread, “it looks like you’ve demanded everything in the kitchen.”

There are strawberry-and-whipped cream filled pastries, cold cut platters and buttery biscuits to name a few things. The tip of the iceberg of everything on the table.

“I wanted to make sure our bases were covered,” the prince grins, teeth as white as his hair. “I hope you like lavender chamomile, that’s today’s tea. I’ve never had it before.” He drops cube after cube of sugar into his cup, drizzles the contents with honey before finally pouring in a splash of cream.

You take your tea plain and enjoy the gentle fragrance. Lavender buds are just barely visible below the tea’s surface. You close your eyes as the flavor hits your tongue. It tastes as wonderful as it smells. “Yes, this is quite nice. I really like it.”

“Should we have it for tomorrow as well?” He’s too eager to curry your favor.

You open your eyes to dissuade him but your attention is instead drawn to a headless hob nearing your table. You’ve seen this hob before, skirting about the palace bitterly as he carries his head in his hands much like a dullahan. He’s old, even by fae standards, with a long beard. There’s no question as to how the man died, beheading. You hope it was quick.

His beady eyes glare at you with a quiet rage similar to how most fae spirits do. You wonder how long he has been like this, refusing to board the carriage of any dullahan that may come to collect him and bring him to the Otherworld.

You personally believe that faeries leave behind ghosts more than humans do.

It’s why you’ve often seen ghosts from a distance at revels, dancing from dawn til dusk even if they will not be perceived by the living. Even if they can no longer don the fancy dresswear they were able to dress in.

Time and time again, they will do this. Staunchly refusing death even after they’re already in its hold.

“Oh, is there a ghost with us?” The prince notes how your eyes dart between him and the space he perceives as empty. “What’s it saying?”

“Tell this lout that I sooner hope his rule is contemptuous and brings the Court to ruin!” The hob’s head seethes. “That his many days are fraught with danger! Gakuganji is my name and this is the curse I cast upon him!”

Folk can’t lie, but you you prefer not to relay the bitter message. “He hopes your rule is one that is,” you lick your lips and raise your cup to your lips. “Filled with exciting thrills,” not an exact lie. Perhaps to this radical prince, those sorts of threats are exciting. “He says his name is Gakuganji.”

“Exciting thrills, you say?” The prince barks in amusement, shoulders shaking with his laughter. “That doesn’t sound like the traitorous scoundrel I know. You don’t have to lie, he’s probably cursing me and my bloodline for generations to come as we speak.” The hob growls at the lackadaisical nonchalance of the elf. But it seems he has had his fill as he stomps off before he can hear more insult to his person.

“Gakuganji has lost his touch even in death,” the prince’s amused chuckles turn into light sighs “You wouldn’t have liked him very much when he was alive,” you’re sure you can agree with that much of the prince’s words. Gakuganji, as you now know him, has been one of the more unpleasant spirits in the palace. “He was very stuck in his ways. What’s it like, seeing ghosts all the time?”

Normal?

You can’t quite remember what it was like when you were a newly-made banshee and everything was new. Nor can you remember the life you once led as a human. You simply remember your death was a terrible, terrible thing. “It’s as normal to me as it’s normal for you not to see them,” you set your cup down. “If someone asked you what’s it like to see the blue sky everyday, it would be a strange question, correct?”

The prince takes in your words thoughtfully, not slighted in the least. “I guess that’s true,” he nods to himself. “I just wondered if it was something that took some getting used to.” The prince removes his darkened spectacles from the bridge of his nose. “I told you before I have pretty good eyes. I’m able to perceive a lot of things no one else can from mana to the shape of one’s soul. But the spirits of the deceased are exceptions to my eyes, it seems.”

“Your Highness,” you begin.

“Satoru,” the prince corrects you swiftly.

“Your Highness,” you insist. This boundary you won’t cross for yourself. “I’m not sure it’s really wise for you to tell me about your eyes. I’m not a member of this family or your closest allies.”

“But you will be,” he tells you as if he’s simply remarking on how pleasant the weather is. “I will become king of this Court and you’ll be by my side as my queen.” You’re quite sure that if his mother, the High Queen, has anything to say about it, she’d sooner relinquish her throne to a random nixie than allow a banshee to wed her son. “I trust you as much as I trust Suguru or Nanami.”

You wish he wouldn’t.

A Seelie prince and his banshee queen? That sounds like the start to a ballad meant to insult him.

It’s misplaced gratitude, not love. That’s what this prince feels for you. You tell him as such once again as you have everyday since you were brought here. “You’ll realize that soon, maybe even before the revel you plan for me,” you whisper ー no, you pray. “There will be another you yearn for and you’ll realize the difference.”

The prince will fall deeply, truly, unapologetically in love with someone and he’ll discover the truth.

Perhaps it will be a lake maiden of Spring whose dreadlocks drip with water droplets that fall onto dewy cinnamon-brown skin. Who sings of the beautiful red and pink of the roses and of love.

Or maybe it will be a selkie man who doesn’t mind living far from the sea as he’s brought a love as deep as the ocean along with him. Whose coat is donned in scars and scratches from battles past, a reflection of his form as a seal.

Or maybe he can grow enraptured with his phouka advisor whom he trusts more than anyone in this life.

Someone dyed in Life’s colors.

Someone beautiful.

When that time comes, you’ll be happy for him. Maybe then the ache that resonates through your heart and bones will end.

The prince isn’t the only fool here, you admit reluctantly. You’re just as much, if not more so. But this feeling will come to pass, “this is just gratitude. Fascination. Not love.”

“You think I don’t love you?” The prince asks quietly, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you. He says he has good eyes, he wonder what you look like to him through them. You who once was dyed in Life’s colors but have since become painted over by Death’s brush.

Death folk with death folk.

Life folk with life folk.

“I know you don’t,” he can’t. You can’t allow either of yourselves to do so. “A banshee by your side as queen,” you want it sound ridiculous to both of your ears. “It’s absurd.”

There are no rules that state your union is forbidden, this you know. But the laws of nature are simple. Life and Death co-exist separately, unable to exist without one another. But there has never been a tale where the two joined together as one.

Maybe you’re just too scared to be the first.

“I want the woman that I love by my side as queen,” the prince replies smoothly. “Your species is of little importance to me. All that matters is that my love is returned in full. Please, allow me to be yours,” he reaches for your hand once more, stepping out of his chair in favor of sitting on bended knee. “More than anyone has or ever will, I love you. This is an unwavering truth.”

The blood of the love-talker must run through his veins. Why else do you feel like this? Your desire for this prince will eat away at you until you become undone and return to nothing. “You’re a prince. It’s the duty of the royal family to provide heirs,” even the smallest sprite knows this to be fact. “Are you asking me to stay with you and have them?”

“Please have my children,” azure stares seriously into your pale eyes that were once [color] when you were human.

Your skin feels warm at his unabashed request.

Gojou Satoru has no shame, that you have become sure of in the near month of knowing one another.

He had no shame when he asked you to be his bride when you first met.

There was no shame to be found when he insisted that you stay in the palace as an honored guest he owes his life to.

Nor is there any shame to be found in him now when he cups your cheek in his furnace hot hands to guide your lips down to his, long white lashes fluttering shut.

I shouldn’t, your mind screeches at you. I shouldn’t allow us to get even one millimeter closer. Yet you make no move to do so as your lips are just barely touching whenー

“Your Highness, your mother is requesting you,” Nanami’s mild-mannered drawl saves you at the last minute.

You jerk back into your chair in relief, heart pounding. You aren’t able to make eye contact with anyone, least of all the overworked horned elf-kobold hybrid brought to receive the Gojou heir.

The prince clicks his tongue in annoyance, glaring over his shoulder at the advisor, “she can’t wait? We haven’t even begun eating yet.”

Nanami looks just as annoyed to be there, “the faster you heed her call, the quicker you can go back to fawning after the object of your desires.” He tells his prince. “And the faster I can get back to resting.”

The prince with snow-white hair clicks his tongue once more, but he doesn’t argue against it. He turns to you regretfully, “I’ll have to leave again. Perhaps we’ll have more time together at dinner,” you hope the wait for dinner is longer still. You know the prince hopes the time passes as quickly as he can blink.

Warm lips press against the back of your hand, lingering for five seconds longer than they should.

The bones of your hands ache.

#romance dawn ー 🌅#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x black!reader #gojo x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen x black!reader

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becausebuckley · 20 hours ago

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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

#happy reading everyone!!#i hope you find something you like on this list <3 #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #911 abc #911 fic #911 fic rec #michelle’s recs #fic rec list

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andromeda-collective · 14 hours ago

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i have multiple and im going to mention all of them but im starting with THIS FUCKER HERE (blade from honkai star rail) AND I HAVE A VERY STUPID REASON FOR IT

there was an minigame thing with a character named march 7th (dont ask) and there were little events you could encounter throughout it and one of them was that you had to choose between a red and blue pill (or the third option of giving a nonanswer) and since my choice didnt matter at all i went with the red pill because i know that the matrix is a transfem allegory and i also hc march as transfem but then another character made a little comment that blade would ALSO pick the red pill which completely makes sense for his character but since i was still on the transfem allegory mindset i had the thought of "wait does this make blade transfem??" so shes transfem to me now 👍

estrogen would NOT save her. not even REMOTELY. he's a suicidal immortal who physically cannot die because of a ritual his old friend-with-romantic-implications tried who he now wants dead more than anything else. hes basically possessed by evil plants that revive him every time he dies and he goes fucking feral. hes a mass murderer with a bounty of over 8 billion. nothing can save him. but transitioning might make her miserable life slightly more manageable? plus i mean.. throwing your old name away and being a new person? obviously a metaphor for being trans /j

boothill! this is slightly for shipping reasons (turning a het ship wlw for funzies) but mostly projecting my gender-nonconforming transness onto the only southern disabled character i know of. are we different kinds of southern? yes. are we different kinds of disabled? also yes. do i care? absolutely not. (also because butch southern women make the world go round)

also sampo because the idea that this fuck is a cisgender ANYTHING is laughable. this is a nonbinary transfem boymoding for shits and giggles who randomly switches to the girl voice when talking to someone JUST to fuck with them because nobody else would believe them and the person would think theyre losing it. typical masked fool stuff. gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

and then from genshin impact: zhongli. who has CANONICALLY used shapeshifting to become a woman. and has likely done so on more than one occasion. this guy is CANONICALLY GENDERFLUID WHETHER PEOPLE LIKE IT OR NOT. and you can obviously be genderfluid and transfem at the same time so why the hell not :D

most other characters i hc as transfem i dont have much of a reason for, but im gonna list them anyways cause hell yeah

argenti (hsr) - she can have a little estrogen as a treat

dr. ratio (hsr) - no reason i just think it could work

sunday (hsr) - something something religious-trauma-and-giving-into-what-you-once-believed-to-be-sinful

diluc (genshin) - fanfiction on ao3 changed my brain chemistry

kazuha (genshin) - also no reason i just think it fits

sebastian solace (a game on roblox called pressure) - im gonna be honest with you op, i just like putting this fucker in situations. and i would love to see the struggle of medically transitioning when you've been forcibly had your body and dna altered to the point of no longer being human. even ignoring for a few seconds the thought that maybe hrt wouldnt have the same effect (or any effect at all) due to the experiments, how could you will yourself to alter yourself medically in any way after the horrific trauma you've experienced? its between fucking with your already fucked up body or having the dysphoria kill you from the inside out. i am rotating her in my mind even harder now.

p.ai.nter (from same game) on the other hand? a lot simpler. make the ai with guns a girl. also just a funny idea: you know that "put eyelashes on it to make it obvious that its a girl" thing? yeah. painter doing that.

^ TELL ME SHE WOULDNT.

i would apologize for the essay but you did say i was legally required to share so this is your fault /lh

anyways i hope you enjoyed the women

If you see this post you’re legally required to tell me at least one trans woman headcanons you have for a canonically male character, I never get to see transfem headcanons like that, give me them, and for equality of my own please know estrogen could have saved Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuzaki I will not elaborate, also Yuya.

#i foind fishe :))))))#<- my sebastian solace tag because not everyone wants to see 50 fanart posts of this guy on their dash in the span of 5 minutes #long post #id in alt text

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bengiyo · 2 days ago

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Ben’s Big BL Blurb 5: Let’s Talk About Sex

I was mostly planning to check in again after the current Japanese shows ended, but after three out of four sex scenes left me wanting this week, I want to write down my ideas. I maintain that bed scenes, like action scenes, need to tell us more about the characters. Many sex scenes serve as a release of tension or confirmation of existing feelings. As usual, MAME seems to understand this, and others should probably take notes.

Call Me By No Name is Doing Nothing For Me (5/8)

I have just about given up on this show. I don’t get Megumi’s whole deal, why she’s so in love with Kohata, or Kohata’s reticence. I was really hoping that an intimate scene would open up some space for vulnerability and truth with them to give us some answers about why these two weirdos are drawn to each other, but that’s not what we got. I was hoping that when we saw these two go at it we’d learn how much Megumi has felt for women before, or how she responded to Kohata’s experience. Instead, I’m left feeling cold by the whole affair, and generally baffled by the conflicting themes around going somewhere she did cutesy girl nights before, and ordering the cute food. This one is a chop.

Impression of Youth is Wasting My Time (5/9)

I have my own squicks as a former teacher with stories where a teacher messes around with their student. However, I don’t see the point of doing a teacher-student story if we’re not going to explore any of the lines being crossed here. We also didn’t get a good arc about the student helping the teacher properly reconnect with a feeling, or discover something, that helped him get back to his art. We simply had him start painting on the beach again, the kid confessed, and then they fucked with awkward kissing. I was a bit let down by the brother’s fast encouragement of the whole thing. It felt like they were reaching for the same energy we had in Call Me By Your Name (2017) with Oliver and Elio, but it’s missing the component where Oliver knew what he was doing the whole time for me. The overall alignment feels off, and I’m getting so little emotion from this show as a result. On top of all that, they showed us the kid’s boxers before implying he was nude in the shower! Ridiculous!

When It Rains It Pours is Being Shy About Sex in a Show About Cheating (5/7)

This is the biggest offender of the week for me. This show is all about how the leads cannot have sex from the people they love, and find someone they can commiserate with in each other. When the dam finally breaks and they both need the release in each other, I was so dismayed that the show tried to gloss over as much of the sex as possible. It’s so fucking annoying for me when the shows about sex get precious about it and won’t show it. I was thankful that they tried to capture all the emotions happening around the weekend they spent together, but I think we lost a lot in not having Hagiwara blow Sei, because you just know that man has a people pleasing streak that would require him to give pleasure back. The lack of sex also means that there is no gap time between the infidelity and the discovery. We don’t give enough time for the shift in their relationship to breathe before the crisis (@respectthepetty). I’ve lamented before about Japanese shows only showing toxic or breakup sex, and so it’s damned annoying that they’re doing that in the cheating show because they probably want these guys to be together by the end. I was really hoping Mood Indigo would have some company finally (especially after Love in the Air Koi), but I clearly need to stay patient. Cannot overstate how lame it is for the show about two guys cheating because their partners won’t fuck them being shy about the sex effectively sides with the partners who won’t fuck them. Finally, I am not over them getting the insertion angle wrong while making points about it!!

Your Sky Could Have Been A Good Follow-Up on 2gether

I’ve been sitting on this one for a bit because I don’t know what I want to say about this one. I was really into it in the beginning, but it felt like this show didn’t really know what it wanted to do after resolving the issues with Oh. I personally liked the dad being confronted by his wife and father about the way his homophobia was hurting his son, but I didn’t really enjoy it as a Very Special Episode. I would have also liked to see Teerak’s newfound assertiveness in this period beyond is refusal to cave. I think this show also deeply underutilized its own supporting characters, especially the side couples. Still, I thought Thomas was probably the most beautiful newest BL boy we’ve gotten, and I liked the way he and Kong worked together. I also really enjoyed Teerak being allowed to want sex, ask for it, and take charge of it. That’s so important for a cute character. Letting us know that Teerak has also become protective of the private moments he has with Fah, and is growing into his desire for Fah really is a great way to finish a show.

Final Verdict: 7, Recommended With Reservations. I find it hard to give this a stronger recommendation. I just think the show ends up being overall inessential from how much of it ends up being fluff that doesn’t connect much to each other. The biggest things I liked were Fah and Teerak, especially in the early episodes, and I liked the family dynamics. Still, I feel like this show didn’t know what to do without Tine’s internalized homophobia, and what to do with Fah’s ex that was mentioned. There’s just too much hanging off this to recommend it as a strong drama. Everyone is very pretty, and the performances are earnest. It’s a show that means well, even if it’s a bit indulgent.

The Boy Next World Understands that Phu Has a Dick (5/10)

MAME, as usual, understands the assignment. There’s no way that their first encounter is going to be Cir showing up to stick is dick in Phu’s ass. He’s been obsessed with this boy for years in a way that prioritizes Phu’s wellbeing. It was absolutely correct to payoff that Cir keeps making Phu hard by having Cir take care of him, let us see that Phu enjoyed it. Like @babyangelsky I think it’s important that we let go of the notion that cute characters cannot want and enjoy sex. We got so much from this. We know that Cir likes to give pleasure, and that he’s not going to ask for it from Phu. We also know that Phu cares about Cir, too, because he asked about his time in the bathroom (Cir clearly jerked off and rinsed his mouth, y’all). What’s so excellent about putting a sex scene at this point is it means we’ll see their sex change after Phu learns that Cir has been stalking him for years. MAME is consistently the best storyteller at using the kisses and sex to help inform the arc of the relationship. Most importantly, she gets what the angles are supposed to be.

Ossan’s Love Thailand Is…Fine (5/12)

I’m not really into this one much right now, despite what I think is a pretty solid performance from Krit Shahkrit. I understand the choice to go back to making Kongdech a widower, but I don’t think giving him a daughter who initially opposed the romance added much to this for me. I’m hoping activating Thor’s character next week will add some energy to this for me, because I’m feeling a bit flat with it at this point. I’m glad they’re letting Earth and Mix continue to play adult characters, but it doesn’t feel like they knew what they wanted to do with office romance dynamics here.

Gelboys is a Welcome Return from Boss Kuno (1/7)

Started this today and I am seated. I really love how much it feels like we get to actually be inside of Bangkok. I love that we opened with an ad for the Bangkok rail system as a mechanism for freedom. I love how filming on iphones has enhanced the naturalistic feeling of the production. I also love how we completed the major arc of the het angst of Make It Right in the first like five minutes. Incredible stuff. I’m so excited to see the mess Fou4Mod is going to make of everything, and I’m excited to see Chian dickmatize that boy. Curious to see how much this feels like a bubble show. Shout out to Boss for showing us a naked teen at the start of this show to scare off the pearl clutchers.

RED BLUE is EVERYTHING (6/8)

This is not BL, but it’s got enough BL boys rolling on the floor and sweating on top of each other that I’m saying here loudly that I LOVE IT. Kimura Keito is fantastic in this, and I loved his fight with Okura Takato in episode 6. I almost didn’t recognize my boy from his role as Amane in If It’s With You with the change in his hair. I did not know I needed a wrestling show with BL boys…who am I kidding? We’ve been asking for this every year. This is hitting all the notes I want from a sports shonen show. It’s fantastic.

Please Use the Sex Well in Romance

I think there’s a real place for clean romance in the BL genre. Some of our favorites don’t involve sex being a major component of their romance narrative, but that often requires significantly more drama and better storytelling and plots. What I cannot abide is when I find myself bargaining about how a show that wants to talk about sex every episode seemingly doesn’t want to deal with sex. Romances about sex that don’t use the sex well in their stories are as bad as comedies with terrible jokes, or action flicks with no suspense and satisfying fight sequences.

Other than that, I dropped I'll Turn Back This Time. It’s just too stupid and incoherent for me to put up with it’s nonsense. Seeya next time.

#Ben watches #call me by no name #impression of youth #when it rains it pours #futtara doshaburi #gelboys the series #the boy next world #your sky #red blue the series #ossan's love thailand #thai bl #japanese bl #taiwanese bl #chinese bl #bl series #i'll turn back this time #japanese gl #gl series

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spade-12 · 2 days ago

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🎉🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY @oya-oya-okay !!!! 🧡

Wow, i cannot put in immense word how much I battled through this piece, 🥹 but it was all worth it! I think it came out pretty okay!

First and foremost, I want to wish a happy birthday to you Oya! 🫶 I might be bit later and it’s close to reaching the end, but regardless, I wish you the best! I hope you will and did have a great birthday! I also believe it’s @/Hagi-clvnk birthday as well, please tell her I wish her a great birthday as well!

I want to thank you personally, for your support and your kind words. Every interaction I’ve made with you has made me smile and I can’t help but be thankful for that. I could never be happier to ask for such a mutual like you. To your great gifts, and your constant positivity and love despite all odds, you are an amazing person Oya ୨୧(ꈍ﹏ꈍ)୨୧ 🧡

I know we don’t interact, and sure doesn’t help that I’m absolute a mess with words, but I wanted to show a way to repay you in any way I could. Even with this piece, I know I won’t be able to meet the lengths of what you’ve been and done for being a part of this community. I’m sure that I and a lot of the TWST community, are absolutely happy and grateful to have you here (▰˘◡˘▰).

It was fun to make this drawing for you, and I hope you like it as well! 🧡

Everyone, please have a great day!

-♠️

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#Speedrunning a piece was crazy work ngl BUT super fun piece #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN OYAAA #HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFULL DAYY 🧡#experimenting with art and colors was whew!#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanart #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #art #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland oc #twst fanart #I must rest now LOL #oyabday

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alluramiura · 3 days ago

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se-mi nsfw alphabet <3

word count: 887 words

warnings: lowercase intended, afab reader

authors note: as requested, here’s the se-mi nsfw alphabet. this isn’t proof read, sorry if there’s mistakes. enjoy

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

se-mi‘s aftercare is a huge contrast to how she is during sex. her aftercare is very sweet, a side of her only you’d ever see. she’d tell you how good you were for her, whispering her favorite parts of your session while peppering soft kisses all over your body. after you two wash up, she prefers you two sleep without clothes on so she can feel the warmth of your body.

B = Body part (favorite body part on themself and their partner)

not so much about the actual body part, but she loves her lip piercing. when she first got it and couldn’t eat you out for a little, she was devastated. best believe she gave you the head of your life after it healed.

on you, she loves your thighs. she loves how it feels when they wrap around her shoulders as she eats you out, her nails slightly digging into them as she holds them in place, devouring you and savoring your taste.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

she fucking loves the taste of your cum. she’ll find herself randomly craving it throughout the day, as if it were a meal.

D = Dirty secret (dirty secret of theirs)

she gets off sooo good to the thought of recording you during sex. not to show to anyone else, of course not, but because she thinks you’re so beautiful when she’s fucking you and you’re cumming for her. she’ll use that cutesy little digi-cam you have to take pictures of you, later saving them for when she masturbates.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

whew, you cannot tell me this woman wasn’t the biggest player around at some point. she changed eventually a little after college when she met you, because once she fell for you she didn’t wanna fuck anyone that wasn’t you.

but yeah. this girl’s hella experienced. she does not disappoint.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position where she can see your tits bounce. other than that (she especially loves when you ride her), she also really loves doggy-style.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

the only time she laughs during sex is when she mocks how pathetic your whines sound. even then, it’s more of a low taunting chuckle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

i think she shaves about once every month. not completely though, since i don’t think she really cares enough.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she can be romantic and slow paced, but in her eyes sex can be intimate even if it’s not slow or sensual. the difference between you and the one night stands she used to do is that she loves you, inside and out, adores every little thing about you. that’s what makes it intimate to her, she’s never felt this for anyone else.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

like i mentioned earlier, when you’re away she uses the pictures of you she takes during sex to masturbate to. she’ll watch the videos she took of her pounding into you, timing her fingers so that she cums the same time as you do in the video.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

overstimulation, blindfolding, dacryphilia, somnophilia, humiliation

L = Location (favorite place to have sex)

she’ll fuck you anywhere if no one can see or hear you, but her favorite place is the bedroom since it opens way more options on what to do to you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

honestly, it could be as simple as you looking at her a certain way and she’d get turned on. sometimes just being around you turns her on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

something she’d never do is share you, in any way. she’s the only one who can see you in such states, which is why when she fucks you in places that aren’t in your home there has to be a 100% chance no one can walk in or hear.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

she. fucking loves. to eat you out. she’d lay there and eat you out all night if she could. she doesn’t stop until you’re squealing that you can’t take anymore, your fingers curling around handfuls of her hair tightly, and your thighs pressing against the sides of her head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

she’s fast and rough, but she doesn’t mind going slow sometimes. you would just have to let her know beforehand since her default in sex is to pound into you roughly.

Q = Quickies (their opinions on quickies)

she’s always down for a quickie, because she’s always down for sex in general, but she does prefer being able to take her time with you, since she usually goes for a while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

she’ll experiment, even the things that seem very harsh on you. if you’re into that, who is she to deny you of your needs?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 rounds usually, but god do they last long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she’s bought toys for you before, but they’re rarely used during actual sex until it’s handcuffs on blindfolds.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

sometimes, she likes to be cruel and tease you for the hell of it. she sometimes edges you unexpectedly, as well as sometimes overstimulates you unexpectedly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what kind of sounds they make)

she’s not loud, but you can definitely hear her. though she’s not ashamed to let out any particularly loud moans if she needs to.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

while her lip piercing was healing and she couldn’t eat you out, she’d settle for fingering you and licking your cum off her fingers afterwards. still wasn’t as good as direct head though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A cup tits, nipple piercings. i repeat, nipple piercings.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

her sex drive is high. the only times you go more than 2 days without fucking is when you’re away, and those days are torture for her.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i mentioned, she falls asleep pretty quickly when she’s cuddling you bare, your warmth very comforting to her. if you’re not naked though, it’ll take probably 10 minutes.

#se mi x reader #se mi squid game #se mi smut #player 380 x reader #squid game x reader #alluramiura

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acexsmhking · 2 days ago

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TICCI TOBY WITH A THING FOR KNUCKLE RUBBING LORD I BEG THAT IS THE REQUEST

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲

(𝗮𝗱𝘃.) 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗮𝘆

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Toby relationship knacks

note: i actually just got done with a full sobbing breakdown so this ask genuinely made me giggle i love you😭😂

Warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff nothing else<3 kinda..

No cause Anon you’re so right, like idk about anyone else but I LOVE knuckle rubs just in general and Toby 100% rubs your knuckles. All of them!!

Especially that little knuckle bone on your wrist tho I guess that’s a wrist bone.. what the difference..

But omg Toby LOVES hands; he loves holding your hand, kissing your fingers, your palms, EVERYTHING!

Toby is a very very touchy grabby feely person like 98.99% of the time. Of course he has his moments where that depression or anxiety hits all of us and he just,.. cannot handle any human interaction

But trust! He is holding your hands, thumb rubbing your knuckles, occasionally bringing your hand up to kiss.

And Toby is actually very open about PDA. Toby doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions or feelings if it isn’t you.. Tim.. Brian.. and Kate. So. Like. Ya know.

He keeps it more PG around them but 100% expect that if Toby ever does wiggle his way into town with you to go shopping he will slap your ass no care

So yeah no one is like shocked by just HOW often he kisses your knuckles. And it’s a lot

Toby pretty much is always with you, sure he heads off for house chores and maintenance and food but other that Toby is with you the whole 24HRS.

So he just… holds your hand. It’s really great actually. Toby doesn’t sweat, and he’s pretty chill not necessarily cold. So like it’s weirdly comfortable and satisfying to hold his hand

Sometimes he’ll hold your hand in his mouth if he’s doing something but still wants some body part of yours

We love the little cutie patootie

Toby 100% is the kinda guy that holds your hand when you guys have sex. I mean it, he loves it. He craves it. It’s just so.. close and intimate like those sappy old adult movies

*sobs*

Not to mention if YOU kiss his knuckles? Yeah he feels his heart tingle; back flipping, doing the tango. Toby is a very big emotion feeler. He feels rather intensely a majority of the time

Like he will break down crying holding your face telling you how much he loves you…

Me with my dog

But he is just a sucker for love. Don’t get me wrong, yes Toby has his moments, and his flaws, and lingering issues. But at the end of the day it genuinely is.. exhausting. And Toby isn’t just some emotionally stupid person he’s stupidly smart if anything lol

Especially canonically

And sometimes after eating a family of five, with your weird demon friend and masked adoptive mom you just wanna go home to your beloved and hold hands

Nothing wrong with that..

Omg going on dates Toby 100% holds your hand across the table. I don’t make the rules

(Ok sure your dates are always at home or the picnic table he built for you but it still counts)

He also LOVEEES how your hands feel, especially that soft skin one your knuckles. He had very very worked hands and just lovessss the differences in textures it itches something in his brain

Ride him, hold his hands as you bounce he will get you pregnant. Sucks if your a guy or mtf he don’t give a fuck. m!preg bitch take that

All in all. While Toby is 99.98% of the time a chaotic bundle of cannibalism, weird morals, demon possession and neurodivergence when he’s with you his only the neurodivergent and chaos LMAO

someone draw Toby kissing some hands<3

: ̗̀➛ Thank you again for this ask I have actually been so stupidly stressed today and this made me feel better. I promise Deer anon and other anon I am working on your requests too!! Just well tumblr decided not to save half the progress LMAO deer anon yours should come out tomorrow! — Ace

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby #creepypasta #ticci toby x you #ticci toby headcanons #toby rogers

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mmmilkweed · 2 days ago

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Do you believe in a shadow milk redemption arc 🤔

The keyhole/key symbolism of them oh my god I'm going feral.

The way SM could've crumbled PV any second he wished, but didn't, to test him? To torture him?

Even despite the dark truth that SM could not accept and fell to corruption for, PV awakens and chooses a path of light

Pure vanilla becoming the key for SM, making it known that he can in fact, y'know... Not be evil

PV awakened despite the corruption (the origin of cookies, how they are made to be eaten, his whole life being a lie, etc...) due to his immense strength and sheer will to stay with his virtues, HE LITERALLY DID NOT FALTER (I am not normal about them lmao)

Keys symbolise new openings, new beginnings

With PV quite literally becoming a key to let It be known to SM that even under the heavy weight of such cruel truths, it doesn't have to mean becoming evil

What would happen if PV were to truly open am to that new possibility? For SM to truly try to redeem himself? Is he too far gone to go back?

(but anyway I like the idea of awakened PV just... Guiding SM to be kind. I still can imagine him being a bit wild and unpredictable, but PV would aim to guide him to make the right choices.. and maybe give him a "reward" that night if he behaved well?)

hey op! I think we should get married (just don't tell my current wife)

I personally love the idea of the beasts getting redeemed! Mostly bc i feel like them getting resealed is dumb and lazy. And I cannot live without Shadow Milk cookie. but on the same coin - Idk if i want that! I love Smilks personality as is currently, and having him become kinder feels like it'll strip it all away (but its soooooooo much better than crumbling him or resealing)

but omg the shenanigans awakened pv guiding smilk would prompt.... reminds me of this fic. My favorite fic. everyone should read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54490117/chapters/138047134 i need to put both the anon and the author of this fic in my basement

#milkweed rants

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truelotus · 3 days ago

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“𝐈𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋” — 04

Yandere! Sosuke Aizen X F! Reader

TW : 18+ content, mature content, NSFW.

It was late at night, you were strolling around with Sosuke, holding each other’s hands as if you guys were teenagers in love. The air was cool and there was a mist in the air, what a peaceful night.

The new captain of squad 12 was introduced, though he was the new captain you couldn’t seem to force yourself to care about him, Kisuke Urahara really did not peak your interest.

Sosuke liked it that way anyway.

“Tell me, Y/N. What do you think of the new captain?” He gently spoke out, breaking the silence.

You put your finger in your bottom lip, showing that you were thinking. I mean since you just met this man, you cannot say that you like him or not..

“Captain Urahara is something.. though he seems to be have the ‘funny guy’ demeanor, he for sure is a man with great intellect.”

Aizen hummed in response, relaxing his face, “I happen to agree.” Aizen then let go of your hand, walking a bit ahead of you.

You were confused but chose to not speak on it, things have been odd ever since the new captain introduction ceremony was held. You were just about to ask if there was a reason why to his question but he turned around, putting his hand out, waiting for you to grab it.

You can never question this man.. every time you want to ask a question, he somehow finds a way to avoid you even getting to ask it..

You took his hand without hesitation, “Will you always take my hand whenever I extend it to you?” He spun you around before bringing your body close to his, your chest was squished up against his.

“Of course, Sosuke. I am hopelessly devoted to you.” He had a smirk on his face that showed a bit of his teeth, it was almost unsettling.

“I’m so glad to hear that, darling.” The way he said darling was almost.. unsettling. Maybe not to you but to anyone else, they’d definitely notice the way he was saying it.

There was manipulation behind it, though he said it in a calming and charming manner, there was something much deeper behind it.

Sosuke stared deeply into your eyes, admiring your beauty. But as he stared deeply into your eyes.. he was looking for the littlest bit of disloyalty, any unfaithfulness in you for him in your soul.

Fortunately, he never found anything that displeased him, you were truly the most loyal to him, you were more loyal to him than to your captain.

His hands traveled down to your body, stopping at your hips. “You really are the most perfect woman in the world.. aren’t you?” He placed a kiss onto your forehead, smiling at you as if you were his prize procession.

And you really were his prize procession, as if right now.

“How would you feel carrying my child, Y/N?” The question was really out of nowhere, He was holding onto your hips because he was admiring how wide they’d get when he impregnates you.

“I’d be honored.”

He leaned down, smashing his lips against yours, he bit down onto your lip, letting you know that you need to open your mouth for him. So you did, you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, there was such passion in him for you.

You could feel his hands slowly slipping away from your hips, getting lower, eventually reaching your ass. His hands giving your ass a squish..

He pulled back, panting as he did. That’s how intense everything was. He felt himself getting hard the longer his tongue spent inside your mouth, your devotion to him got him aroused in the first place.

“I’m so happy that you are able to be here, by my side only.”

You nodded in response, wiping your lips since the kiss was a bit messy.

“I think it’s about time I tell you what I plan to happen..”

“Plan to happen?”

You guys made it back to the barracks, you were in his room, you were sitting on the floor and he was talking while standing up. You looked like his little pet, how cute..

Your eyes widened in shock when Aizen told you his plan, you could kind of understand where he was coming from but, betraying the soul society just for him? are you really willing to go that far just for this man?

As he babbled on his plan, your heart began to race. Your breathing pattern changed, you started to feel dizzy.

All you could think about was the friends you made along the way, the captains, the people, everyone.

You looked down to your lap, jaw clenched. Your hands were on your thighs, you were balling your fists in terror. You really did love this man, but you don’t want to hurt others.. you couldn’t imagine yourself killing anyone innocent.

“Darling.” You could then feel Sosuke’s hand on your chin, lifting your face up, forcing you to look at him. You never thought you’d ever feel frightened by this man, the man who you love dearly.

“Are you frightened?” He removed his hand that was holding onto your chin, grabbing a fistful of your hair, not so much in a violent manner but it still slightly hurt.

Your lips slightly parted, you wanted to speak but nothing came out.. when you gave him no response he sighed heavily, kissing you lightly on the lips while still having a ball of your hair in his fist.

“Why worry, my darling? It is I who will reshape this world.. and in doing so, I will protect you. You only need me.. trust me. After all it is only natural for the weaker to depend on the strong.”

Weak? Did he think that you were weak? Will you really die in a world like this if you don’t join him? You’re weak right? that’s what he thinks and that’s what you should think now.. you are weak. You need to depend on him, only him.

Your own thoughts were making your head spiral.

“I’m just not sure..”

His eyes darken by your answer, you weren’t about to go back on your word were you? You said you’d always take his hand when he extended it to you, and he is doing that now, even if he is not physically doing it, he is extending his hand out to you.

“Even if you are not sure now, eventually you will know that this is the best decision. You trust me don’t you, Y/N?” His grip onto your hair tightened a bit when saying your name, causing you to yelp.

“You will help me with my plans, and when everything has succeeded. You will become the queen of the new world I reshape. That is.. your destiny.”

He let go of your hair when noticing that terrifying look in your eyes, he didn’t want to terrify you. You are his lover, he doesn’t wish to hurt you or see you in pain. That is why you are the one to become the queen of the new world he creates.

But if you refuse, he knows he will either have to force it upon you or.. kill you. He does not want another woman to take the “queens” spot, it is made for you and only you. But if you truly wish to not be it, then he will respect your wishes.. but he’ll have to kill you for it.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad right? Maybe you didn’t have to get your hands dirty, you weren’t so bad right? right?

“Okay Sosuke.. I will willingly help you.”

Sosuke let go of your hair, pleased with your answer.

“I’m very pleased.. I think you deserve an award for having such bravery. Don’t you think?” He brought his hand out to you, as you grabbed it he helped you stand up on your feet.

You fully knew what was about to happen, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to be excited.. you just agreed to help Aizen with his plans, plans that would forever change your life.

But it’s okay right? Even if you weren’t in the mood, it’s for him. For Sosuke Aizen..

This man will protect you, kill for you, change the world for you, this is the least you can do right? You can eat least let him take control of your body for doing you such a favor..

You could feel his hands all over your body, feeling you up just nicely. You felt guilty for feeling such pleasure even while thinking about betraying everyone around you just for him.

“You seem to be stuck in your own thoughts, darling. I’ll take care of that for you okay?” He smiled as he undressed you.

You looked almost pitiful , even when naked, just for him. He licked his lips when laying his eyes on your beautiful naked body.

He slammed you against the nearest wall—gently, of course— “You’re such a good girl for me, darling.” He cooed into your ear, you could feel his lips tracing down your neck, leaving small kisses.

His hand rested on of your breasts, massaging it just right for you to moan out softly, his other hand played with your nipple, slightly pinching your nipple. You squeezed your legs together when feeling your sex getting wetter.

Sosuke took notice of you squeezing your legs together, he used his knee to spread open your legs. His knee stayed between your legs just so you couldn’t close your legs again.

“Don’t you want your award?” He whispered into your ear, his voice alone sent you off. “I do, please.. Sosuke.” You whimpered as he continued to play with your nipple.

“That’s what I thought.” You could feel his hand slithering away from your breast, getting lower and lower to the area between your thighs.

He was going to test the waters before he actually played with your cunt, he could feel your wetness already and he hasn’t even inserted a finger into you yet.

“So wet already..” He only inserted one finger into you, he wanted to taste you. You moaned as his finger slipped inside of you, it was only for a moment but now you needed more of it.

He stared at his wet finger, seeing your juices on it. He brought his finger to his lips, making eye contact with you, he licked his finger clean.

“You taste wonderful.” He took his finger out of his mouth, going back to where your crotch is.

You could feel two of his fingers now, slowly inserting themselves into you, you let out a sharp moan when you felt his fingers curling inside of you.

Slowly, he pumped his fingers into you. You let out loud moans as he did so, it was almost too much for you..

As he fingered your pussy, his thumb was circling on your sensitive bud. He had his lips on your breast, he played with your nipple with his tongue, flicking it with his tongue.

He squeezed hard on both of your breasts, they were the perfect size in his eyes and deserved to have much more attention to it.

“S-Sosuke.” You moaned out his name, his eyebrows furrowed when hearing you moan out his name, he was getting off by him pleasuring you.

Soon, he started to grind himself on you, he couldn’t hold back. He knows he’s the one supposed to be pleasuring you right now but he can’t help it when you let out sweet moans..

He started to finger you must faster than before, your moans began to shorten, you were about to get your juices allll over Sosuke’s fingers..

Your walls clamped down at Sosuke’s fingers, it didn’t take look for you to finish. I mean.. he was fingering you, circling your bud, sucking onto your nipple and playing with it.. there was no way that you could last for much more longer.

Soon, you spread your juices all over his finger. What surprised you is that he stopped. He stopped fingering you and he kind of just stood there..?

“I apologize.. it seems I made a mess inside my pants.” He came just from grinding himself on you, thats how much of an effect you had on him..

He took his fingers out of you, once again he licked his fingers clean, savoring your juices.

“Perhaps it is time we head to bed.. I have a long day for us tomorrow.. You will be helping me with a couple of things.”

You nodded as you grabbed a blanket to cover yourself, there was no point of dressing up in your uniform if you’d just change out of it soon to your sleeping wear.

“I’ll go get you some clothes then. I’ll be right back.”

As he left you alone in the room, you held onto your own body tightly.

You were really going to go against the gods just for him.. was it going to be worth it? will Sosuke really make himself a better god? you can’t back down now, you just agreed to help him with his evil work..

Was he going to hurt you if you hadn’t agreed with helping him? Was he going to hurt the people who you love and cherish the most? Could you even stand up to him, you are fully aware of Sosuke’s strength.

He is incredibly strong and talented, not to mention that he is a very intelligent man. He would overpower you easily..

You are strong indeed, but not strong enough. That is why you need to stick by him. You’d be more than happy to stand with him. If it weren’t for his evil doings..

And now he is going to force them onto you.

But it’s okay right?

It’s Sosuke.

He’ll save you from this wretched world.

You just have to put up with it.

This is the part of loving him.

You will stick by his side, and that’s period.

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biteyoubiteme · 2 days ago

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oh I hope you're so ready to watch me go crazy over another ash fic again- I cannot help myself I just love her writing so much it was inevitable that we would have this reblog-

like- 'It’s all so sweet—unbelievably so. The man that calls it home is the very antithesis of sweet. He does not take after the gumdrop, nor the sweetness of the icing, and most definitely not the brown sugar and molasses of the gingerbread. Taehyun is the quick snapping of a leg, or the sharpness on your tongue when you get to the cinnamon and nutmeg.' 'THE QUICK SNAPPING OF A LEG' OH HOW I LOVE IT SM- either way you look at it im eating that line up like the perfect last meal-

'He had been so gravity-defying, moving through the soft, marshmallow edges and the sugar-whipped reality of Strawberryland as something different. No. Not gravity-defying. Rather, in the powdery and sweet sweet Strawberryland, you think that he is the only thing with gravity.' I sit here and I think about how I love this and how you added in so many details about the sweetness and spice ;-;

'He rolls the sleeves of his gaudy, knitted Christmas sweater up to his elbows. The corded muscle there, flickering with movement, catches you off guard.' oh how I died, dead, on the ground, I can see it in my head and I can't live after ive seen it

okay but when taehyun was also like '“Ten?” he says. “We’re making twelve gingerbread houses?”" yeah same- twelve - gingerbread houses? damn I was thinking one so he was so real for that lol

I love the way you wrote frosty like her skin sparkling like frost oh I love that bit (even better bc twilight vibes lol) and like this 'It doesn’t help that he keeps his home terribly toasty, and you run cold down to the core. You melt and melt until all that is left of your temper is a puddle on the floor beneath you. Gone.' sorry oops I love it sm I cannot help but love it- and these lines 'For a long, awful moment, you just stand there and burn in his silence. It’s worse than any words he might spit. It’s hot—hot, hot, hot, and you turn liquid in it.' runs around in circles over it whoops

and the final boss, the big killer if you will- "“Go ahead. Touch it. I won’t tell anybody you did.”'

ill send you my bill for the mental exp I lost bc it will cost you but im happy about it-

𝓖INGER & 𝓢NAP ` ꕀ. k.th

you were the last person taehyun expected to appear on his doorstep. sweet and fluffy and oh-so-proper; he never thought he’d see you again. but... there you stand. and, much to his own chagrin, he fears that nobody else could get him more bothered. ׄ ⋆ ִ

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ρairings gingerbread!taehyun x frosty puff!reader

𝒢 ‧̥ smut, fantasy, strawberry shortcake au

⍵arnings brat taming, brat tamer!taehyun & brat!reader, his cum is frosting, creampie, ofc no sex ed in strawberryland, thigh riding, oral m!receiving, cumming into mouth, cum eating, corruption of innocence & innocent!reader, banter, chubby!reader and buff!taehyun, manhandling, he throws her around a bit and she's so into it, they don't like each other but also def do, he likes to teach her manners, reader is also spoiled & rich and taehyun is not, hair pulling, he gets mean, no protectiom, let me know if i missed some!

✎୭ ashlynn's note this collab has been seriously so fun. writing fics is fun, but there's something about talking your friends and scheming all the yummy ways you can incorporate certain things into your fic. @thetxtdevil mae baby, thank you so much for being the best and even coming up with this idea. your mind amazes me... like actually. everybody did so unbelievably good, and i'm blessed to have been a part of it. now... let's get foody and smutty lol. some of this was written in a benadryl haze, but that's the fun part. i'm sorry mine came out a lil later than everybody else's, but hopefully it's still fun!

... back to the masterlist ⌇ back to strawberryland

Raising your fist to the door, your knuckles rap against it with a few thick knocks. The door is frosted around the edges in little swirling white puffs of icing, framing the gingerbread door. It’s the same all around his house: gumdrops and candy canes and the like, all twinkling with sugar crystals.

It’s all so sweet—unbelievably so. The man that calls it home is the very antithesis of sweet. He does not take after the gumdrop, nor the sweetness of the icing, and most definitely not the brown sugar and molasses of the gingerbread. Taehyun is the quick snapping of a leg, or the sharpness on your tongue when you get to the cinnamon and nutmeg.

You loathe it. Even being stood here, knocking at his door, you hate. He is everything uncouth and abrasive—he is everything you should not entertain.

Here you are, entertaining it. The door swings open. Your fingers and toes have begun to slow with the cold, like frosty-whip in the fridge. Through the forest, stepping over sugar bushes and cocoa streams, you had fought the bite. Why did he have to live all the way out here? Secluded, as though the rest of Strawberryland were beneath his meddling. You know why: it’s that he believes it. He is exactly as your parents told you he’d be, all those years ago. Of course, they were right. They always are.

When he catches sight of you at his door, his distant eyes morph, and his lip tugs into a scowl. The rise of his brows ruffles your feathers with an infuriating ease. “Is there something you want?” he asks. His tone is infuriating, too. It’s the kind of question that means much more beyond the words said. You catch exactly what he means—how he intends to get under your skin.

Hidden behind the door, he has one hand on the handle. It's an unspoken thing, too. He wants you to remember that he could close it. You can’t let him, or else you’ll have drug your pretty new furry winter boots through the powdered snow for him to slam a door in your face. “Yeah, actually. There is.” You run preening fingers through the ends of your hair. “We’re partners for the bake-off.”

“I don’t do the bake-off,” he says. His eyes would be chocolate and smooth if it weren’t for the way he wields them sharp. “Sorry. You’re gonna have to find somebody more your speed for that.”

Barking an incredulous, perhaps even snobby, laugh, you look around. Snow comes down on the ground, sweet and creamy. It’d been enough of a battle to come here. If you were going to give up so easily, you would’ve turned your little bottom around perhaps two hours ago. Does he think you hadn’t considered that? It was a long walk; you had plenty of time to mull over the many things he might do. Sometimes, you imagined him diplomatic and affable. You stomped those wispy thoughts out. Perhaps it’s been years since you’ve spoken with him, and perhaps what happened between the two of you is dusted over, but you know better. Here he stands in front of you: bitter as ever.

“You’re just gonna leave me without a partner?” you say. Your jaw trembles, seized finally by the cold. “Everybody is already paired up. Literally everybody.”

Shrugging, he says, “I don’t see how that’s my problem. I didn’t sign up for it.”

Your brows knit. That means somebody else had signed him up. You have a sneaking suspicion who might’ve—Blueberry Kai always tells you that he just feels excluded. It’s hard not to laugh when he does. Taehyun? Excluded? He is exactly where he wants to be. Where most are sweet in Strawberryland, the snappy gingerbread finds it easier to justify his bitterness when he lives off in his little gingerbread home, out and away in his own neck of the forest only to be found by a winding gumdrop road, where he can pretend he’s above it all.

It’s entirely ironic. Him, better than you? Gingerbread, and all his ruggedness? His unpolished edges? Once, you’d believed that the two of you weren’t so different. That you could be friends, even. Seeing what he’s grown to be, you think you understand why your parents stepped in. Back then, though, as just that soft little girl who followed the charismatic boy around with crystal stars in your eyes, it had been the worst thing to ever happen to you. He had been so gravity-defying, moving through the soft, marshmallow edges and the sugar-whipped reality of Strawberryland as something different.

No. Not gravity-defying. Rather, in the powdery and sweet sweet Strawberryland, you think that he is the only thing with gravity.

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” he echoes, letting a little patronizing laugh out along with it. “That’s sweet.”

It’s hard not to shift or cross your arms over your chest, abraded by the dripping sneer.

“What? It’s not. It’s not fair that, just because you don’t want to at least give it a try, I can’t participate,” you say. Really, you should just crawl back home and beg to join somebody’s duo, but you can’t lose like that. You can’t lose to him. If you leave it like this, then he’ll have gotten the better of you.

“Can’t get everything we want, huh?” he says, straightening up and taking the door in his hand once more. “Just because everybody else has bent backward to give you what you want doesn’t mean that I will.”

“Wait,” you say, sighing in a white swirl. “Don’t close the door. Don’t you know your manners? It’s rude. You’re just going to let me freeze out here? I walked all the way out here, and even got snow all over my new boots, just for this, just for you to slam a door in my face? I mean, a gentleman would at least invite me in to warm me up.”

Lips twitching into a laugh and his eyes suddenly alight, he says, “A gentleman, huh?” He pulls the door open a little further. The warmth from his home, warm and spiced and oh-so-inviting like oven-warmed gingerbread, brushes over your twinkling skin. “Sure. Show me your manners, then. I want you to ask me nicely.”

Your jaw tightens. Sending him a once over, sharpening your eyes, you decide to just do it. His tone is nasty, but you don’t want to be disqualified for not having a partner. Even if he’s the worst you could’ve been paired with in all of Strawberryland. Or maybe the best, because it’s a gingerbread house competition this year. “Will you just do it?”

“I said ask nicely. Say please.”

He wears a mean smile—he’s having fun watching you squirm. So, you make a conscious effort to straighten up. “Will you please be my partner for the competition?” you say, making your voice sugary and batting your eyelashes in an overdone way. He thinks he’s funny.

Stepping out of the doorway, he motions you inside. It might look gentlemanly if it weren't for the sting in his eyes. You swallow down petty words and push through, your arms full with supplies. Arms aching, you finally let them clatter down over the countertop. The inside of his home is fresh-baked and spiced, aromatic like a true gingerbread cookie straight from the oven. You’re sure the glowing fire helps carry the smell in warm air. It wraps your cold bones up and smooths over some of the frayed edges. You’d been out there for so long… Nobody else had to walk that far for their partner.

Better just to get this done as quickly as you can. You just have to put up with him today, and you’ll be done, and then you can have fun with the competition. He won’t even show up for it; you’re sure.

“I’ll do it all if it’s that big of a deal,” you tell him, laying out the walls and warming the icing between your palms. “You can put the peppermint on, I guess. So then we can say we both worked on it.”

Hair the fluffy brown of true gingerbread and dusted with snowflakes like powdered sugar. Taehyun shakes his head, and it moves with him. “No,” he says, the corners of his lips still turned up as though he knows something you don’t. He rolls the sleeves of his gaudy, knitted Christmas sweater up to his elbows. The corded muscle there, flickering with movement, catches you off guard. Gingerbread, built like that? Tearing your eyes off him with the effort of metal tearing itself from a magnet, you watch him approach the kitchen counters. “I’ll help. We’re partners, right?”

No matter what he says, there’s a twist of something sparkling in those sharp eyes that has you watching him closer—has you trying to gauge exactly what he’s playing at. “Uh… Yeah. Sure. If you want to, I guess.” You gesture at the walls. “Two for us, and ten for display. Can you start the walls?”

“Ten?” he says. “We’re making twelve gingerbread houses?”

With your lips pulled taut, you say, “Yeah… Twelve. Is that too much? I didn’t think any amount of gingerbread houses would be too much for you. That’s a little ironic.” Everything is warm in his home—even when you look down at your own hands to tug off your white woolen gloves, your skin that usually sparkles like frost rests just beneath the surface is tinged with the warmth.

“I can handle it just fine,” he says, taking the wall and base sections of one. “Just wouldn’t want you to ruin your pretty outfit. Twelve is a lot of icing.” He spits the word pretty out like it tastes bad. On his tongue, you’re sure it does. He never cared for pretty things the way you do. Your mommy always said that he was just jealous, but when the both of you were little, before your parents’ meddling, you learned that it was just a different lifestyle. One that you don’t understand, perhaps. Who doesn’t enjoy dressing themselves in lush furs and sugar crystals over their necks?

“I’ll be fine,” you say, snipping the tip of the piping bag open. “I wore these knowing they’d get dirty. They’re my baking clothes. My boots already got all messed up…”

“Oh,” he says. “You put on cashmere knowing you’ll get it dirty. Mommy and daddy paid a pretty penny for that, huh? And it’s your throwaway outfit?”

“Look. If you like it so much, I’ll let you have it when we’re done, yeah? Maybe you’ll make a pretty penny off selling it.” You ice a warm white line down the length of a wall. “Can you hurry? I’m already icing. I don’t want to be here all day.”

There’s a few long, thrumming moments of quiet, where only the sound of your piping back crackling fills his home. Finishing a wall, you tear yourself away from your work to spare a glance his way.

Taehyun’s jaw is tight, a muscle flickering where he grits his jaw in the low light that washes over him. There’s a fire blazing in his eyes, and though he doesn’t turn them on you, the smoke rolling from them is enough to make your skin warm. You’d successfully gotten under his skin. Why stop here, when seeing that look on his face is so fun? He looks as sour as an apple; as spiced as cinnamon. “Wall?” you say, sharp and haughty as you offer your hand out to him in an impatient demand.

Snapping his head up, he hands you a wall with the heat of a thousand ovens in his face. You feel the scald he intends for you with it, and you revel in it.

You bark commands at him, watching his shoulders grow tense and his lips twitch with each. Crush the candy canes, you tell him. Melt the icing. Sprinkle these over that. Soon enough, you’re sitting back and watching him work more than anything.

He doesn’t say a word. You see them brimming in his eyes, but he doesn’t let them burst out all venomous like you know he wants to. It’s quite the show.

“Would you at least help me hold this up?” he says, holding the walls of a house together with one hand. His hands are a mess of runny sugar and powdered sugar for snow, and yours are perfectly clean. You can at least help a little bit if you want to claim any part in the competition.

You reach for the piping bag, fat with the sweet sweet icing, and straighten a wall up. You trace the seams with it, thick and like glue. With a bit too much pressure, the side of the bag bursts. White rivulets of slow icing run down your fingers and over the table. You curse, dropping it to the counter. That’s all of your icing, flopped down and deflating over the surface all sad-like. It’d been so much, that you thought it would last you each house and then some. Of course, you hadn’t brought extra.

Bringing your sticky fingers up to your mouth, you suckle the mess off. It’s so very sweet—warm and weeping, nutty and spiced with something like nutmeg. It’s Taehyun: the smell of it, the way it spreads over your tongue… You stick your tongue out to catch it where some drips down your forearm. “Mmm,” you say, sticky-armed. “Tastes good.” That’ll be good on the gingerbread houses; maybe the two of you do have a chance at winning.

When you look up to Taehyun, he stands frozen in place, his hands still holding up a half-constructed gingerbread house. His eyes are different. It’s a look you don’t recognize—a look you’ve never seen before. Rather than deep and warm, his eyes are blackish and heavy. A swallow goes down his throat; a tense, barely contained thing.

You frown, your lips still a sugary mess. “I didn’t mean to make a mess. Sorry. I’ll clean it up…”

Clearing his throat, Taehyun says, “Yeah…”

He watches you clean the counters, where the icing had pooled, and now the bag is empty, with the same intensity. You can feel it on your skin in a foreign, itching way. You swipe and scoop and work at the spill, and still, he watches. He does not speak.

You survey the houses you’ve managed to finish. They’re pretty, and absolutely competition ready: looping swirls of icing like shingles on the roofs, peppermint chunks all red and white catching light where you’d sprinkled them into the frosting, gumdrops lining the paths true to Taehyun’s own home, and powdered sugar sifted over the entirety of it like snowfall. It’s all great, but there are only four. “What are we supposed to do now?” you say, lips pouty. “That’s all the icing I brought. We literally can’t make any more.” You wipe at a smear on your cheek. How’d that get there? “I think I’m gonna have to come back tomorrow… Can you hold on to the houses for me?”

“Yeah—yeah, sure. Tomorrow,” he says, blinking something away. He straightens. “It’s a long walk. I think you should get going.”

You want to say something snarky or ask him why he wants you out of the house so fast, but it’s true. Night’s creeping over Strawberryland, and you have no icing, and tomorrow’s the last day before the bake-off. If the two of you don’t work harder tomorrow than you did today, then you won’t even make qualifications. You’ll lose before even starting.

You never lose. Not like this, and certainly not to the man standing before you.

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“C’mon. You can do better than that, can’t you?” Taehyun says, drooping icing from rooftops like icicles as you sprinkle crushed candies over the top.

You grit your teeth. If he’d been snappy yesterday, he’s made it his mission to be your worst nightmare today. You think it’s his sort of revenge for ordering him around how you did. “What would you like, then?” you say. Maybe it’s feeding right into what he wants, but your life has lent you a short fuse. “You don’t even care about winning. Why does it matter? Let me do it how I want.”

He’s in another sweater. The sleeves are bunched up to the elbow just like yesterday, but you think he’s making a point with it this time. The shifting of his muscles is a bit too intense for piping icing. You’d made it through three more houses, wrangling your inner demons with each passing snide remark or nasty smile the whole time. It doesn’t help that he keeps his home terribly toasty, and you run cold down to the core. You melt and melt until all that is left of your temper is a puddle on the floor beneath you. Gone.

“We’re partners, remember?” he says. He doesn’t even look at you as he says it. “I don’t do things half-assed, Frosty.”

You’re sent reeling with the old nickname. It’d been sweet then, back when it was just the two of you against the world, but now it’s gone sour like milk. It even comes from his mouth soured. It’s something that you thought you’d left a million lifetimes ago, never to hear again. With Taehyun, though, it’s hard to pretend that you are no longer that.

He will not let you forget that, at one point, the two of you were friends. An unlikely pair, especially looking at you now. You thought it was all nothing to you, but seeing him has kicked up dust.

“You don’t?” you say, shooting him a quick glare from the side of your eye. “That’s funny.”

Strong brows shooting up, Taehyun quits mid-piping to look at you. “Funny? What’s funny about it to you?”

You can’t settle the obnoxious smile that curls at the edges of your mouth, mean and taunting and falsely sweet. “Oh, nothing.” You shake a sifter full of powder against your palm. It falls like true snow down over the house.

“No, tell me,” he says, his eyes trained and heavy on your dismissive shrug. “Tell me what you think of me. I wanna hear it.”

Oh, this will be good.

“It’s just that,” you say, “you’re not really known for doing things the best way, you know? Living all the way out here, an ass when anybody tries to talk to you… Well, really, it’s just that nobody likes you. But, don’t worry! I’m sure there’s at least somebody that does.”

His face falls, the twinkle of delight at taunting you that he’d been holding in his eyes gone away. All that’s left is the peaking of something deeper and roiling from out of the cracks. You get the funny feeling that maybe you’ve taken it a step too far.

But, you never lose.

“Is that what it is?” he says. “I work for my shit. You? Everything you’ve ever had has been handed to you.” He measures his words delicately. Like a measuring cup full over the top, he cuts the excess words and coarseness off. He doesn’t say all that he thinks, but you see all he leaves unsaid toiling furiously behind his eyes.

His eyes. They’re clear and, sharp as they are, they pin you. It’s a reflection of that look he gave you yesterday: deep and swirling and wild. It’s more than that, this time, though. It’s laced with anger and bursting at the seams of him. You’re not sure he’ll be able to hold back whatever it is that storms just beneath his skin, this time.

“It is,” you say, punctuation your words concisely. “It’s exactly why my parents said I shouldn’t hang out with you. They said that I’m above… all this.”

Oh, you’ve absolutely taken it too far now. You don’t really mean it. Sure, that’s what they told you, but you don’t really believe it. For some time, you did, but not now. It’s too late for sorries, though. Taehyun’s jaw goes tense.

For a long, awful moment, you just stand there and burn in his silence. It’s worse than any words he might spit. It’s hot—hot, hot, hot, and you turn liquid in it.

In a blink, nothing more, you collide against his countertop. Something clatters and thuds behind you. The gingerbread houses? That doesn’t matter right now—all that your dizzy mind can manage is his body crushing you and his fingers biting into the plush of your cheeks.

Where he had fractured, like true gingerbread, he snaps. You can see it in his eyes; even you know when you’ve pushed too far. Perhaps you ought to have seen this coming.

His knuckles curl white around the edge of the counter beside you, and his fingers dig deeper into your face. He’s oh-so-hot up against you. “I’m sick of your fucking mouth,” he snarls. His breath is hot as it fans over your face, too. “Someone needs to put you in your place. Where are your goddamn manners?”

Your heart thrums in your chest, and your pulse goes wild in your neck. You can’t form the words to answer him.

“Quiet now, huh?” he says. The husk in it makes the place between your thighs feel weird. You don’t know what’s wrong with you.

He shut you up real quick. You’ll give him that.

That funny feeling does flips, roaring to life when his fingers hook under the waistband of your bottoms. “That’s your problem.” His eyes send a chill up and down your spine. “You’ve never been told no. You’ve always gotten what you wanted.” Peeling down all the layers, he tugs your knitted stockings and your little fur skirt, and your sweet frosty panties, too. They bunch at your feet. Between your thighs, right where those foreign, throbbing waves reign, cool air laps at a wetness there. The hair all over your body rises. You’ve never felt anything like it. “Not with me. I'll set you straight. I don’t put up with spoiled brats.”

“I’m not a brat,” you say. “You’re just an ass.” They’re the first words that come to you. Damn your temper.

With the same hand he’d been holding your face in place with, he curls his fingers right into your scalp and yanks hard, baring your neck to him. You lose a strained squeak, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the sting. If your heart had been racing before, it runs wild, now. You strain your eyes to look at him and his curled lips. Painted with a sneer, he says, “Watch your mouth.”

A swallow goes down your throat hard. It’s all unfamiliar: the aching between your thighs, the burning in your blood, and the dazing of your thoughts. “Taehyun, I… I feel weird. It feels weird.”

Something knowing passes over him. “Yeah?” he says. “Show me where. I can help.”

Show him? You hesitate, searching his eyes for an ounce of joke or aversion. You find none, and that pounding is syrupy-sweet, and he says he can help. That’s all you want; all you need. Taking a trembling hand, you bring it down your body, running the palm down the planes of your belly and resting it just over the spot where the lower bit gives way to the apex of your thighs. Going any further—the thought tightens your throat and pinkens your cheeks the color of strawberry frosting. “There. It feels weird there.”

Taehyun smiles a snappy, spiced smile. He likes that. “Want me to make it feel better?”

Your thoughts feel replaced by something powdery and weightless. You give him a dumb nod.

“Say please.”

Something bratty crawls up your throat, but you want help, and he’s the one who will give it to you. He’d meant that: teaching you a lesson. Melted around the edges already, you say, “Please, help make it feel better.” Your voice wavers.

“There we go. That’s how good girls talk. That’s how you ask to get what you want.” He nudges your thighs apart with a knee and slots it between them, pressed right up against that coolness. Right up against that need. “Grind down on it.”

Neck aching at the angle, you say, “Grind?”

He brushes his clothed thigh right up against you. The friction is delicious—sweet and melty and just what you need. It shoots yellow sparks throughout you.

It feels so good. Your mouth waters in anticipation.

“Grind,” he says. It’s harder, this time. Not a sweet suggestion.

You bring yourself back down on it, gasping at the contact, and you do. You grind, tummy tightening at every brush of the fabric hard and delicious. Your chest constricts, one hand flying up to dig your fingers into his shoulder and the other fighting the hand he has still in your hair. It aches and hurts, and so does the friction as you grow more gaspy and frantic.

It feels so, so good. You want more—you want him to touch you there and everywhere else. He smells just right all over you, nutty and musky like a gingerbread twist. “Taeh—hyun,” you mewl. It burns, but something slick eases the burn a little bit. Just enough for you to enjoy that burn.

“That’s it,” he coos. It’s not a sweet coo; it’s the type of sound one might make when you play right into their mean game. It’s mean. “Make yourself a mess on my thigh. I don’t even have to touch you. What would mommy and daddy think of you now, huh? What would they think if they saw their precious princess fucking herself on my thigh?”

No. That would be the end of you. You whine, thighs twitching. Something twists in your center, scary and foreboding, and still you chase it. None of your thoughts are solid enough to stop. Each time he flexes a muscled thigh or presses it harder into you, you shudder and curl your fingers into his shirt harder.

“Don’t like that, huh?” he laughs. “Then you haven’t learned your lesson. You’re no better than me; I mean, look at you.”

You want to cry when he pins your hips back to the counter, stilling your wild bucking. Squeezing your eyes shut, you claw and reach for that wave, even as it recedes from you. “Why?” you say, voice thin. It’d been so yummy—the sweetness still rests on your tongue. Your heart thumps hard, longing for it.

“I said, look at yourself,” he growls, taking his hold on your hair to crank your head down.

Right where you’d been on his thigh, there’s a sticky, marshmallowy mess. Your mess.

Taehyun releasing his grip on your hair is almost a relief, but he doesn’t even give you time to relish it. The walls of his house blur around you. All that you register in between the motions is his shoulder in your belly and your limbs dangling from you. You dig your hands into his back to balance yourself, but he’s got you.

He has you slung over his shoulder. He’s carrying you like you weigh nothing at all. That place between your thighs flutters anew. In all your life, you never worried too much about the plushness of your belly or your thighs. It is who you are; all mallow and soft around the edges and starkly sweet. But you did get nervous when somebody tried picking you up. Usually, you protest and giggle it off. Watching somebody strain to pick you up when they lift other girls like sacks of flour is just something that makes you feel a little strange.

But, Taehyun does not strain. He doesn’t huff; he carries you right down the hallway and into his room, and he even manhandles you down onto the bed with a bounce without so much as a sound. He is a solid pillar beneath you, and then he is a solid, muscled chest above you. With strong fingers, he pins your hands to the mattress above you. With the other, he leads your shirt up.

He’s so warm against your cold skin. His breath like waves from the oven over your mouth, he says, “You think you’re so much better than me because you have all this?” Curling his fingers around a necklace circling your throat, he tears it off with a clattering of a few snow-drop beads.

You gasp, glaring right into his eyes. “What the hell?” you hiss, arching your chest to wiggle beneath him. Your necklace. Who does he think he is, breaking your stuff? That was one of your favorite necklaces, and now it lies all over his floor. Still, your center pounds and longs for the return of his touch. Everything about him just calls for more from you. You don’t know how you went so long without him, or how you made yourself forget just how drawn you are to his magnetism. Maybe he is just what your parents turn their nose up at, and you too, but that does not make him any less a powerful personality.

He knows exactly who he is and what he wants, as solid as the gingerbread cookie. And you, plush and impressionable as whipped marshmallows, take to him just right. It’s something you once knew, but the sneered words of adults obscured that memory.

“Don’t whine,” he says. “I want to see your pretty neck without all that shit. That’s your problem: you’re spoiled.” He reaches down to mess with his pants.

His length springs free. Cheeks flushing, you take it in. You can’t look away, even as embarrassment crawls spindly legs over your skin at the interest you take in the sight. You’ve never seen anything like it—long and hot and weeping something thick and white from the slit at the pinkish tip. A pearl of it dribbles down, landing on your belly in a string where he holds it.

Taehyun collects that wetness and then urges more from the tip with a few drags down the length of it. Wrapping his fingers around it, he begins to slowly work his fist up and down it. It’s nothing short of impossible to tear your sights off it—it’s another thing that inexplicably fans the flames of something roaring in your center. “Do you want to touch it?” he says, watching your tongue dart out to wet your lips.

The sight of him growing restless over his pumping fist is enough to get you nodding.

“Fuck,” he says, sharp and under his breath. He lets his hand off it. “Go ahead. Touch it. I won’t tell anybody you did.”

When he frees your pinned wrists, you reach out a slow hand. You curl your fingers around it the way he had. Your fingers don’t even touch around jt. The weight and warmth of him in your palm makes your blood tingle. Looking up, you search for guidance in those intelligent, swirling eyes. His bangs hang over his eyes as he watches.

Placing his hand over yours, he drags it up and down his rigid length the way he had been doing a few beats ago. “Like that,” he says. “Just like that.”

You pump your closed fist up and down him, encouraged to squeeze harder and flick your wrist faster with each tight breath he lets slip. The skin of your palm gets stickier and stickier, the slick sounds sending your ears and core burning just the same. You like that it makes him feel good—that he’s making those noises just for you.

He twitches under your fingers. “Feels just like I thought your pretty hands would…” he says, stomach tight. “See—what happens when you give up that bratty fucking act? Shit… harder—give it to me harder, Frosty…” Shivering at the name, you oblige him. You reach your thumb up and collect more of that beaded liquid from the slit, and you work your arm harder. Faster. Your forearm begins to burn, but you don’t let it slow you. All you want is more of this; more of him. Finally, he lets sounds out from his chest freely. He grunts and hisses through his teeth, letting his head fall back. “Holy shit. I’m gonna—gonna ice your face, okay?” he says. “You said you liked the taste, huh? Wanna taste it again? Give me your tongue…”

Whatever that means, you push yourself up and situate your face in front of his length, your tongue out. Taehyun’s sounds tighten, and his hips begin to stutter and chase your hand. He picks his head back up to look down at you half-lidded—to watch. With only a few last runs of your palm down his length, skin so slick that your hand just slips and slides up him, he growls through gritted teeth. The weight of him in your working hand twitches once more, and from that weeping tip he shoots dancing ribbons of white. It lands on your tongue hot and sweet, melting out all spiced and snappy.

Snappy like gingerbread. Like gingerbread icing. Swallowing it down, you meet his gaze. He pants, chest rising and falling, but there’s something clear and knowing in his heavy eyes when you do. You think you know now, why he’d been so dazed as you made a show of licking that same sticky icing off your hands and said how good it tasted.

When you release him from your palm, it glistens with his sweet essence. He softens in front of your eyes just the littlest bit.

Eyes just as hungry and still catching his breath, Taehyun says, “Open your mouth. I wanna see your tongue.”

Belly doing wicked twists, you do. You stick your tongue out for him, still laden with the headiness of his taste. He does taste good.

“Swallowed it all down?” he says, eating the sight of you with your mouth dropped open up. “You really are so nasty. They all think you’re so sweet—you think you’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.” He pushes you back down to the bed with a palm. “Well, not me. I know that you’re just as filthy as you are spoiled. Somebody had to deal with you.”

Like always, snarky words swirl in your mouth. All it would take is letting them fall off your tongue. But you don’t—not with the feeling between your thighs, and not with the way your blood, frost turned to snowmelt, begs for him to fix it. Not when you know that all it will get you is more of Taehyun’s wrath.

It’s not like what he says is true, or anything. That’s what you tell yourself anyway.

“Taehyun, please. I need it…” He takes a marshmallow thigh of yours, pressing it up so that it melds with your belly. Cool air reminds you once more of that strange wetness between them.

Dark, blown eyes catching the sight of it, his lips quirk into a scoff. “Need what?” he says, reaching a hand down. At the contact of his fingers, just as they had against his thigh, your hips jolt and an explosion like the breaking of sugar glass shoots down the muscles of your thighs. He scoops that stickiness up from its source, bringing the soft cream up to his mouth. Tongue darting out, he has a taste of you just as you had tasted him. “Shit—you taste good too, frosty. You’re so sweet, how’d you turn out like this? That’s okay. I’ll deal with you, and then you’ll be just as sweet as you taste.” That fat tip of him presses flush to the source of all your want. “I’ll straighten you out.”

You don’t know what that means, and you are absolutely sure that you don’t deserve it, but any sass is staunched with the utter sweetness of the stretch in your center. Taehyun presses his hips up into you, slowly and internalizing the dropping open of your mouth, the pinching of your brows into a worrying line, and the press of your palms to his broad chest. He takes it and metabolizes it down like cream cake or the plumpest fruits, and he gives you more. More, all the way up until there is no length of him left to give, and nowhere else for him to go.

You feel so, so full. No amount of twinkling jewels or new skirts hold a candle to this. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t know why Taehyun knows, but whatever. Who cares? Breathing out a shudder, you squirm beneath him to search for that dazzling feeling he’d made you feel earlier.

“Stay still,” he barks, steadying himself beside your head with a sturdy, powerful arm. When had he lost his sweater? You don’t know. You might drool over the definition and warm skin there if he didn’t pull the length of him out until just the tip of him threatens to pop out, and then drive right back in before you could. A gaspy breath falls from your mouth, devolving into mewls and whimpers when he does the same over and over and over again, quick with snapping hips and the smacking of his skin against the soft skin of your bottom. Your thigh quivers in his hold, his fingers digging into the fluff of your thigh as he holds you into it.

Each and every time he slides up against something inside you that makes you feel different. Different from what you felt when you were on his thigh, and different from anything else you’ve felt in the entirety of your life. It’s deeper, right at the very bottom of your belly, sending your veins lazy and your hips twitchy. You want to chase it as much as you want to hide from its power, so all you do is stay in a hazy limbo of sharp gasps and long, drawn out mewls for more.

“No,” he says, his face right in yours. The smell of him, manly and so very sweet like oven-warmed gingerbread, settles over your bones and wiggles its way through your thoughts. It does something to your melted mind, planting a need to cling to him right in the center. Your hands perch all over him: the hair at the back of his head, his working waist, his biceps that flex and strain with his effort, and finally around him so that you can push your cheek to his chest and feel his heart racing there. “You’ll take exactly what I give, and thank me for it. You don’t get to ask for more; not with your mouth.”

“Why?” you say, whining. “I want it—so bad. Please? I’ll be so… so good…” Your voice bounces with each collision of your bodies, and your toes flex and curl at the twisting in your core. Nonetheless, you want more. Whatever this is—this syrupy, pure goodness—Taehyun has shown you something that you will never be whole without again. He has bloomed a flower right in the chest of you, something hungry that will want and want this, and you fear that he will be the only one able to satiate it.

The thought of the smile he’ll wear, should you come crawling back to his doorstep just for this…

Taehyun stops, pushing off you with a curled lip. “What will it take to get you to fucking listen?” he says. He pulls himself from you, leaving you to whine and long for that feeling once more. You want to complain and pull him back over you, but with the fire churning in his dark gaze and the sight of his length, covered in that same white, whipped stuff you’d left all over his thigh.

You’d made a sticky, frosty, frothed mess all over him once again. Really, what would people think of you now? Your mom? Your dad?

Manhandling you again, he flips you onto your hands and knees and shoves your face into the bed. Any yelp or gasp that tears from your chest is muffled into the sheets. Taking the swell of your hips, his fingers like bites against the powdery, soft skin there, his voice comes from behind you. “Won’t you just listen to me? If you’re gonna be mine, you’re gonna have to start learning how to hear no.” Curling your hair up and pulling it like a handle, he snaps your head back into another stinging, awful tug. It turns the arch of your back into something that you can imagine is a sight to be seen. If the burning where you feel his eyes raking down the curve of it has something to speak of it, that is. You squeeze your eyes shut as if that’ll help you any. “You don’t get everything you want. That’s not how this works.”

You don’t say anything. You have nothing good or sweet left to say.

“Say thank you, and I’ll give it to you good, okay?” he says, running a flattened hand down your spine. “That’s all I want to hear. Show me you can be good.”

The last thing you want to do is to thank him. That would mean admitting that you’ve lost, and that ruffles your preening feathers. But you want that goodness back, you want his hips snapping into you and that tight knot back in your belly. You’d do anything for it; even forget your ego.

Your mind is gone, anyway. Whatever your rational self would do, it doesn’t matter. There’s one thing that you want right now, and getting it is so easy. “Thank you, Taehyun. Thank you so much… I’m sorry I’ve been a brat, and I’m sorry about what I said to you. Please, just… help me. Please, I need you so bad.”

You? Sorry? It’s absurd, and yet, you entirely mean it. Maybe it’s your lazy brain talking, or maybe he really has won.

“See? So sweet when you act right,” he says. “Let me show you what happens when you do.”

You could cry real tears when he sets that same pace, his hands bracing on your hips to pull you deeper into each thrust and the front of your body bouncing against the sheets with each. Your cries grow hoarse and beyond needy, and your insides twist and turn even more dangerously.

You are on the brink of something divine. Something that will melt down so well, good on the tongue and as smooth as chocolate, but as sharp as the snapping of gingerbread.

And, snap, he has.

“Yes!” you cry, straining your shoulders as you reach behind you and curl your fingers around the place where he meets your skin. “S..So good! Right there—thank you, Taehyun!”

He doubles down on you. His length hits a spongy spot in your core, pounding up against the walls there and turning your insides against you. It’s almost too good. “There we go,” he says, voice shaking with a growl. The delivery of his thrusts grows sloppy. You think he feels just as good as you do. “That’s what—” Falling over you, he supports himself with each strong arm dug into the mattress beside your head, his solid front melded to your soft back. “That’s what I like to hear. Here you go—fuck, I’m gonna give you what good girls get, okay?”

You hope it’s more of that melty icing he shot from his length earlier. The knot in your belly tightens, just on the brink of a glittery, bright explosion. “Mhm!” you say, your voice cracking. You want it—you want it so bad. The intensity of it, turning over in your veins and rendering your thighs jelly, sings in your ears. It’s a frightening greatness, but you rage against the urge to drop your hips into the mattress and run from it. You need to finally taste what you’ve been chasing. “Taehyun! Right there—please, don’t stop!”

You were demanding more from him again, but Taehyun didn’t stop this time. Not when his growls and whines against your shoulder tell you enough about how he’s feeling. He tongues and nips at your shoulders, the only sounds echoing off the walls of his room, the hollow smack of his hips against your bottom, and the only smell of the sweet mingling of his gingerbread sharpness against your heady marshmallow. It’s good enough to eat.

Crying out with a frantic whine, the feeling deep in your belly changes once more, and you’re writhing and squirming against him. Your hips buck and chase and run, wild and just as explosively as the tightness shooting down your thighs and up through your lower back.

Everywhere. You feel it everywhere. It’s in the continued bouncing of your body, in each nudge of his tip to a sweet, spongecake spot deep inside you, in his breathless pants into your skin, and in the curling of his fingers into your hair when he releases a hip to do so, and in your pleads when he chases his own delicious release. Your throat tightens, and suddenly the sheets are all too warm around you, and you realize with blistering intensity that another one of those knots builds up in your belly. It’s quicker, short, and bright. You’ve barely even made it through the last, but still, it comes.

“Holy shit,” he growls, hips stuttering and then stilling. He reaches a hand down between your thighs and finds a very sweet button. The breath in your throat catches, and in nothing more than a blink of an eye, you crash again, and then your bodies are two twitching, elated things. He presses himself impossibly deeper into you before shooting that same hotness, sweet ropes of sugary icing right into you, and your fluttering insides hold him tight and eat it up. Your heart pounds in your chest, running amok in your ears and your neck, and you try to catch running breaths to no avail.

Occasionally grinding up into you, though there is hardly any space between your joined bodies to do so, Taehyun shoots more lazy spurts for a few long moments. His breaths slow against your skin, and yours do in your chest. Slowly, you recover as two entangled bodies, all clammy and melted like left in the oven for a bit too long.

Pressing hot, wet kisses to the back of your neck, and then down your spine when he pushes off you and pulls himself out, his tongue darting out against your skin for some, he says, “Taste so good… So sweet, even on your skin…” He brushes the wild tangles of hair from your face and adds, “I wonder if you’ve gone all sweet inside, too? You look like it…” The mess of you, your thick creaminess staining your thighs and his runny load pooling from your hole, is all over. It even makes the sheets beneath you dirty with dribbles of his release as it drips. “I told you I’d get you sweet.”

If that sluggish, sugary thing moving through your veins is sweetness taking over you from the inside, perhaps you have gone sweet. Or, perhaps you now have every reason to become his worst nightmare—just if it gets you this.

You’ll play sweet for now. The softer kisses he seasons your skin with are no less enthralling than the delightful goodness still ebbing away between your thighs. You think that, for the first time, you have lost.

And, to your very own dismay, it tastes so very sweet.

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